The Forbidden Godly Beast

Chapter 7: The Slaughter of Noble Blood and Foundation Breakthrough

The  great main avenue of the Surya Capital, usually bustling with merchants and vibrant festivals, was now a corridor of pure dread. The heavy, clawed footsteps of the Ancient Abyssal Fiend tore through the finely polished marble streets, leaving deep, smoldering trenches in its wake. The four massive wings of dark, crackling divine flame expanding from its back brushed against the upper balconies of luxury shops, instantly melting stone and iron into dripping slag.

Shaktivel stood atop the massive horned head of his companion, his arms crossed over his chest. His deep violet eyes scanned the grand avenue. Ahead of him, the path to the Imperial Palace was completely blocked.

The royal family had not been idle during the destruction of the city gates. Three of the capital’s most powerful noble factions—the Fire-Sword Clan, the Iron-Shield Clan, and the Thunder-Gale Sect—had mobilized their entire forces. Over five hundred high-level disciples and three Grand Elders, all at the absolute peak of the Ninth Layer of Qi Condensation, stood in a tight battle formation.

"Traitorous scum!" Grand Elder Ignis of the Fire-Sword Clan stepped forward, his long red robes billowing with aggressive crimson Qi. In his right hand, a high-grade spirit sword blazed with intense elemental fire. "You think because you obtained a demonic beast from the forbidden depths, you can trample on the nobility of the Surya Empire? Your father died a dog's death, and today, you will join him!"

Shaktivel’s face didn't change, but the air around him grew exponentially colder. "My father died because your three clans betrayed him from behind during the border war. You coveted our resources, and you murdered our children. Today, I am not here to negotiate. I am here to erase your bloodlines from the history books."

"Arrogant brat!" Grand Elder Boreas of the Thunder-Gale Sect roared, raising his twin battle-axes, which crackled with violent blue lightning. "Disciples! Activate the Triple-Elemental Annihilation Formation! Grind that shadow lizard and its master into meat paste!"

Five hundred elite disciples moved in perfect unison. Their combined Qi shot into the sky, merging into a massive, swirling vortex of fire, lightning, and razor-sharp wind blades. The destructive energy was so intense that the surrounding buildings began to crumble into dust.

"Die!" Ignis screamed, swinging his flaming sword down.

The massive, mountain-destroying vortex of fire and lightning surged forward, tearing through the marble avenue, heading straight toward Shaktivel.

Shaktivel didn't even blink. He looked down at his companion. "They still think numbers matter against the void. Feed."

The Ancient Abyssal Fiend let out a bass-heavy roar that shattered the eardrums of the frontline disciples. It opened its colossal jaws wide, and the pitch-black vortex of the third seal erupted, expanding until it blocked the entire width of the avenue.

The destructive elemental formation slammed directly into the black void. But instead of an explosion, there was only a terrifying, absolute silence. The fire was snuffed out; the lightning was grounded into nothingness; the wind blades were dissolved into raw, unrefined energy. The five hundred disciples gasped as they felt their own life-force and Qi being forcefully pulled out of their bodies through their connection to the formation.

"What... what kind of sorcery is this?!" Boreas panicked, his lightning axes flickering out.

“Your petty sparks cannot light up the darkness,” the shadow beast’s voice echoed like a demonic chorus.

With a massive snap of its jaws, the Abyssal Fiend didn't just consume the attack—it unleashed a localized gravity wave. The space inside the avenue distorted. The frontline of two hundred disciples from the Fire-Sword Clan were lifted off their feet, screaming in horror as they were pulled through the air, their bodies compressed into spheres of bloody energy before being sucked entirely down into the shadow beast’s throat.

GULP.

Two hundred elite cultivators vanished from existence in a single breath.

[System Notification: Host’s Beast has devoured 200 Ninth-Layer Qi Condensation Cultivators.] [System Notification: Massive influx of human spiritual essence transferring to the Host...] [System Notification: Warning! Host’s Qi Condensation realm has reached 100% capacity! Initializing Foundation Establishment Breakthrough!]

A violent explosion of pure, dark purple energy erupted from Shaktivel’s body, forcing him to his knees on the beast's head. The shared energy of two hundred elite cultivators was too immense to remain gaseous. Inside his dantian area, the single drop of spiritual liquid began to multiply at an insane speed, turning into a raging ocean of liquid Qi.

"Protect the young master while he breaks through!" Ignis screamed, realizing the terrifying truth. "If he forms his Foundation, we are all dead!"

The remaining two Grand Elders and three hundred disciples charged forward blindly, unleashing every secret technique they possessed. Swords, axes, and spiritual spears flew through the air like a deadly rain, all aimed at the cocoon of dark energy wrapping around Shaktivel.

But the Ancient Abyssal Fiend wouldn't let a single ant touch its contractor.

Its four massive wings of dark flame slammed together, creating a dome of absolute defensive fire around Shaktivel. The weapons of the noble factions melted into liquid metal the moment they touched the flame dome. Simultaneously, the beast’s giant obsidian tail swept across the street with the force of a tectonic shift.

BOOM!

Another hundred disciples were instantly crushed into paste against the stone walls, their spiritual essences immediately sucked into the beast's waiting jaws.

Inside the fiery cocoon, Shaktivel was experiencing a glorious agony. His human bones were cracking and reforming, now etched with tiny, invisible violet runes of the Forbidden Godly Beast line. The ocean of liquid Qi inside his core began to solidify, building a massive, flawless pillar of dark crystalline energy—the Divine Foundation Base.

In the cultivation world, ninety-nine percent of experts could only form a Mortal Foundation (one pillar) or an Earth Foundation (three pillars). Only the greatest geniuses of the supreme sects could form a Heaven Foundation (six pillars).

But as the system notifications flashed across Shaktivel’s vision, the numbers defied all mortal understanding.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. [System Notification: First Pillar Formed... Third Pillar Formed... Sixth Pillar Formed...] CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. [System Notification: Ninth Pillar Formed! Flawless Divine Foundation Base established!]

The sky above the entire Surya Empire suddenly turned completely pitch-black as nine massive, illusory violet pillars shot up from Shaktivel’s position, piercing through the heavens and scattering the clouds for thousands of miles. The natural laws of the world trembled in the presence of a Divine Foundation.

The flame dome shattered outward.

Shaktivel slowly stood up. His presence was now so terrifying that the remaining Grand Elders, Ignis and Boreas, fell to their knees involuntarily, their bodies paralyzed by the sheer grade difference in their cultivation bases. Shaktivel’s hair was now fully tipped with violet fire, and a faint, ethereal crown identical to his beast’s flickered above his head.

The First Layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage—Divine Grade.

He looked down at Grand Elder Ignis, who was trembling in the dirt, his face covered in tears of pure regret. "You talked about my father dying a dog's death, Ignis," Shaktivel said, his voice carrying the weight of a mountain. "But my father died facing his enemies. You... you will die begging a 'defect' for mercy."

Shaktivel raised his hand and made a simple pinching motion.

The space around Ignis violently compressed. Before the Grand Elder could even utter a single plea, his entire body, along with his high-grade spirit sword, was crushed into a tiny marble-sized ball of flesh and bone by Shaktivel’s raw spatial Qi. With a flick of his finger, Shaktivel tossed the ball into the open mouth of his beast.

Gulp.

Grand Elder Boreas looked at the remnant disciples who were fleeing in every direction, throwing away their weapons. He looked at Shaktivel, who was walking toward him like the god of death himself. "You... you are not a human... you are a demon..." Boreas muttered, his mind completely snapping from the horror.

"I am whatever I need to be to slaughter your bloodline," Shaktivel cold-smiled.

He didn't waste another second. The Ancient Abyssal Fiend opened its mouth one final time, unleashing an all-consuming tide of shadow fire that swept down the remainder of the grand avenue, turning the remaining noble forces, their banners, and their pride into absolute nothingness.

The path to the Imperial Palace was now completely clear. The noble factions that had ruled the capital for generations had been completely obliterated in less than fifteen minutes.

Shaktivel looked up at the massive golden palace towering at the end of the avenue, where the Emperor and his hidden imperial ancestors were undoubtedly watching in absolute terror.

"One final stop," Shaktivel whispered, his voice echoing in the empty, silent streets. "Let’s go end this empire."