Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 466 The Most Powerful Brain

Under the gloomy sky, streaks of purple lightning appeared in the dark clouds before a low rumble of thunder could be heard.

The seawater crashed against the steep cliff, creating countless white waves. Through the murky waters, a hidden stone gate appeared before them.

"This awful weather!"

Two figures stood on either side of the small stone gate, two strange people with a single horn on their heads, one young and the other middle-aged.

The young man was soaked to the bone. Seeing the thunder rumbling and the impending downpour, he kept complaining.

Faced with his companion's complaints, the other superhuman remained expressionless, as if he had become accustomed to it.

"I'm going to eat first."

After a giant wave crashed down, the middle-aged man spoke.

"Hurry back, I'm hungry too."

The young superhuman continued to complain, saying he just wanted to end this painful job as soon as possible.

The middle-aged man ignored him, took out a stone key from his wet clothes, inserted it into the groove of the stone door, and turned it slightly. The heavy stone door slowly opened.

The dimly lit tunnel was narrow, allowing only one person to enter at a time, and glowing stones were embedded on both sides of the tunnel.

Using the light from the glowing stone, the strange man walked carefully, passing through seventeen forks in the road. Taking the wrong fork would lead him astray, as the road was riddled with traps, and taking the wrong turn would, to some extent, mean death.

Therefore, even after walking the route hundreds or thousands of times, the middle-aged man dared not be careless.

Many of his comrades have died over the years due to carelessness, and he doesn't want to die such a tragic death.

After walking through the dimly lit tunnel for ten minutes, the light suddenly came on, and we found ourselves in a huge cave.

Inside the cave, there were rows of bookshelves, and various books were also displayed on the stone walls.

In the humid air, the smell of the books became somewhat pungent.

Inside the main hall, an old man dressed in brocade robes sat on a stone chair covered with soft beast fur, flipping through a book in his hands.

The old man was very thin, almost skin and bones, with a head of messy, grayish-white hair that cascaded down his back. His hands were covered with veins that looked like earthworms, and his weathered face was etched with wrinkles, giving him a listless and lifeless appearance.

Even so, he sat upright on the stone chair, maintaining the demeanor characteristic of a scholar, with a pair of bright eyes hidden beneath his deep-set eye sockets.

Inside the main hall, besides the old man, there were eighteen strange people holding weapons scattered around, their task being to guard the old man.

Some of them have been guarding this place for over thirty years and have long been accustomed to this kind of work and life.

Although this kind of work is boring, it is also easy.

Because it is very secluded, built on a steep cliff, ordinary people can't find it at all.

Even if you do find it, there are many forks in the road here, and one wrong step could mean death. No one can get here silently.

With constant surveillance, they could instantly subdue and kill the old man if anything went wrong.

Over the past thirty-seven years, five groups of people have come to rescue the old man in different locations. Three of these groups never even saw him, and more than half of them were killed or injured before fleeing.

The other two groups managed to spot people, but were ultimately wiped out.

Now, 12 years later, no human dares to come to their rescue.

After glancing at the old man, the strange man entered a tunnel entrance and quickly disappeared.

Not long after, footsteps were heard, and a figure appeared at a fork in the road. A strange man dressed in a yellow robe appeared in the cave.

Twenty-one figures followed behind him.

These figures had iron chains on their hands and feet. They were all human, including men, women, young and old, and even two children who were five or six years old.

Some of these people looked ashen-faced, while others were filled with fear and trembling. One of the children even burst into tears out of terror.

The cries echoed through the cave, sounding rather jarring. Many of the strange people frowned slightly, their eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Shut up."

A single angry curse rang out, and the crying abruptly ceased.

At that moment, a young girl forcefully covered the child's mouth, preventing him from making a sound.

Along the way, they witnessed the cruel methods of the supernatural beings and knew the consequences of angering them.

These strange beings are inhuman and do not treat them as human beings.

The strange man, holding two books in his right hand, walked towards the old man, followed closely by the others amidst the clanging of metal.

Approaching the old man, the strange man threw the books in front of him and said, "This is your human race's ninth-grade cultivation technique, 'Wildfire,' and this is our cultivation technique, 'Heavenly Fire Technique,' which is also a ninth-grade technique. Lord Yuexuan said that they have something in common. You know what to do. You have to complete it within a week."

Zhou Chengfeng, looking listless, stared at the two paper books in front of him with an unusually calm expression.

This has been his daily work for the past 37 years.

He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't.

If they refuse, these 21 people will be brutally slaughtered.

And they slaughtered people right in front of him.

He used every cruel method imaginable. He had refused, ignoring the pleas and screams, but the wailing continued for a month, and he finally had no choice but to compromise.

If it fails, or if the time limit is exceeded, people will die.

There are 21 people. If one person dies each day, new people will join until the mission is completed.

If he had a choice, he would not hesitate to commit suicide, but at this moment he cannot even do that.

Even if he dies, the other party will give him a new body.

He had seen that kind of tactic before.

Evil and disgusting, more painful than death, so he didn't even dare to commit suicide.

"Behave yourself, don't go looking for trouble."

Seeing that Zhou Chengfeng remained silent, Yiren didn't care, left after saying a few words.

"Go into the iron cage honestly."

After the strange man left, the 21 humans were herded into an iron cage five meters in diameter by two strange men wielding long whips, like imprisoned animals.

The iron cage was located ten meters away from the old man.

You can see it by looking up.

Inside the iron cage, apart from the children, everyone else's eyes were fixed on the old man, their gazes filled with pleading and hope.

They knew that their survival depended entirely on the old man before them.

Faced with these gazes, Zhou Chengfeng avoided them and sighed softly.

When will this kind of life end?

For the past thirty-seven years, he has analyzed hundreds of human martial arts techniques and skills for the supernatural beings. How can he make up for this sin?
He is a sinner!

He didn't know how many humans had died because of the cultivation techniques he had analyzed.

Zhou Chengfeng looked down at his hands, which, though holding books, were stained with endless blood.

Over the years, he has analyzed many extraordinary martial arts techniques, but being imprisoned here and unable to escape, they are of no use to him at all.

Zhou Chengfeng glanced at the 21 people in the iron cage, his gaze lingering briefly on the two five- or six-year-old children.

A moment later, he closed his eyes, and his soul power trembled slightly in his soul sea.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, which shone brightly, as if endless stars were twinkling within them. A transparent membrane emerged from his neck and enveloped his head. Transparent tentacles connected to his head, and something crystalline seemed to enter Zhou Chengfeng's brain from within the tentacles.

"Light Brain Beast!"

Inside the iron cage, a man exclaimed in surprise at Zhou Chengfeng's appearance.

It turned out to be the Brain Beast, ranked third on the list of rare and exotic beasts.

Although the Light Brain Beast has no offensive power, it is even more precious than the Earth Ranking Demon Spirit.

Legend has it that whoever refines this demon spirit will possess the world's most powerful brain, with an incredibly high IQ.

At this moment, they understood why this old man was so highly regarded by the supernatural beings.

Why would these strange people threaten this old man with their lives?

"Stop! You damned old man, do you know how many people your actions will kill? What's the point of you being imprisoned in this cave, barely surviving?"

The man gripped the iron cage and asked angrily.

He was afraid of death, but he didn't want to live in disgrace even more.

As a martial artist, he knew the value of a wise man with the most powerful mind; such a person was far more terrifying and dangerous than an emperor.

Zhou Chengfeng slightly opened his eyes, the light in them almost tangible. With the help of the demon spirit, all the information about the man appeared in his mind.

"Age between 40 and 43, left-handed, sword cultivator, martial arts strength of the seventh rank, Flying Heaven Realm, has not refined a demon spirit."

Zhou Chengfeng neither refuted nor explained, but silently endured the middle-aged man's questioning and even insults.

“Yes, it would be better if we died. We shouldn’t work for the Inhumans.”

"Old man, you've lived to such an old age, how come you're still not tired of living? How can you still have the nerve to live? I really want to throw up in your face."

"Shut up, if you want to die, go die yourself, don't drag us down with you!"

"I don't want to die yet. My parents are waiting for me to come back."

"The superhumans won't let us go back easily. So be it."

When faced with death, everyone has different thoughts and feelings. Some people feel that death is the end of everything, while others would rather live a wretched life.

The strange people around watched this scene without intervening, their eyes filled with amusement, as if they were watching a play.

They often saw such scenes: some seemingly tough guys crying louder than anyone else when faced with torture.

Faced with pleas and insults, Zhou Chengfeng remained calm, choosing to ignore them and returning his gaze to the book. With the assistance of his super brain, he began to analyze the cultivation technique in his mind.
(End of this chapter)