Chapter 0277: Primal Beasts of Ancient Times

Above Silver Emperor City, powerful gods of higher ranks flew back and forth from time to time.
In the cities of the Netherworld, only gods of higher ranks had the right to fly in the skies; even gods at the peak of middle ranks did not qualify, no matter which noble family they came from. Those who violated this rule faced death.
Although the cities of the Netherworld had no guards, they were guarded by the Main God’s army.
The Main God’s army would only appear when something happened.
Each city had ten million soldiers of the Main God’s army.
However, in the vast Saint Wen Prefecture, including Saint Wen City, there were only five cities.
Inside each city, just like the Divine Wind Academy that Huang Long entered in the Hengyuan Realm, fighting was strictly prohibited. Thus, in the bloody, cruel, and constantly violent Netherworld, cities were the safest places.
Therefore, for some godly beings trying to escape their enemies, cities were the best choice.
This also led to the prices of residences and villas in the cities being astonishingly high.
Some villas, just a few hundred square meters in size, cost over a billion divine stones, while some large estates covering several square miles could cost as much as a thousand billion divine stones!
When Huang Long first arrived in Silver Emperor City and learned about these prices, he was shocked.
A thousand billion divine stones! Even if he had to provide an equivalent amount of gold coins from the Hengyuan Realm, he couldn’t afford it.
As for Bog and the others, they were speechless after hearing the prices of villas and estates in Silver Emperor City.
“Master, if we built a city someday, wouldn’t that be amazing?!” Gusta, the fat lion companion,’s eyes gleamed as he licked his lips eagerly.
Gusta slammed his palm down and said, “Stop talking nonsense. You think you can build a city?”
There were only five cities in the entire Saint Wen Prefecture, showing that building a city wasn’t something anyone could do just by wishing it.
Not even the chief of the Blues Tribe had such authority.
But Huang Long had an idea—building a city?
If so, it might indeed be a good idea.
If each villa cost over a billion divine stones, building such a city would mean possessing countless divine stones!
Huang Long pondered for a moment before taking Bog and the others to a hotel.
At first, the hotel staff was delighted at their arrival, but their expression soon turned dull, realizing that Bog and the others were from a minor divine realm.
“Please, have a seat. Would you like something to eat?” the hotel staff asked casually.

Huang Long shook his head. In the mortal realm, he was a supreme warrior, but in this Netherworld, even a hotel waiter looked down on him. Yet, Huang Long wasn’t about to cause trouble for this waiter. With a flash of light in his hand, he threw two divine stones over and said, “Find us a quieter corner.”

The waiter took the divine stones, his eyes lighting up briefly before he smiled and said, “Sir, please, this way.” He immediately led Huang Long and the others upstairs.

The first floor was quite noisy.

Borg and the others saw the waiter’s change in attitude and showed disdain. However, being looked down upon by him also made them feel uncomfortable. If it weren’t for following Huang Long, they probably wouldn’t even be able to enter Silver Emperor City, as each person had to pay ten divine stones to enter!

After everyone sat down, the waiter brought out a menu and asked, “Sir, may I ask what you’d like to eat?”

Huang Long picked up the menu and was stunned. The most expensive dish listed used the flesh of a Phoenix Prime Beast as its main ingredient. It stated that this beast was of the Lower Divine level three, with a price of 520 divine stones—a staggering amount!

A Lower Divine level three Phoenix Prime Beast?!

Although he didn’t understand what “level three” meant, just the term “Lower Divine” shocked Huang Long greatly.

Seeing Huang Long’s expression, Borg and the others glanced at the menu and were even more astonished.

Could this dish really be made from the flesh of a Lower Divine being?

“What kind of beast is this Phoenix Prime Beast? Could this dish really be made from the flesh of a divine-level warrior? What does Lower Divine level three mean?” Borg muttered.

Hearing Borg’s murmurs, the waiter, considering the two divine stones Huang Long had given earlier, explained proudly, “Sir, you must have just arrived in the Netherworld, right? This dish is indeed made from the flesh of a divine-level warrior. In our Netherworld, there exist Ancient Prime Beasts that have existed since ancient times. They’re simply called Prime Beasts. These Ancient Prime Beasts are similar to the magical beasts in the mortal realm, just more powerful. Ordinary Ancient Prime Beasts are of divine level or higher. For example, those that fully comprehend the properties of a certain law and possess a primordial power are called Lower Divine level one. By the same logic, those with four primordial powers are called Middle Divine level four.”

This dish was really made from the flesh of a Lower Divine being?! Borg and the others swallowed hard. To be honest, they had never tried such an elite dish before.

“Ancient Prime Beasts?” Huang Long’s mind stirred.

The waiter continued, smiling, “These Ancient Prime Beasts live in the Ancient Forest.”

Ancient Forest? Then, the Yellow Dragon asked the waiter some questions. Finally, he gave the waiter a few divine stones and casually ordered some drinks and dishes.
During the time of Pangu, there were precious nectars and elixirs, as well as mythical beasts—things the Yellow Dragon had eaten before without finding anything special about them.
After the waiter left, the Yellow Dragon fell into deep thought.
During his conversation with the waiter, he learned that the Silver Emperor City sent the Supreme God’s army to escort the divine realms to the Divine Transformation Pool in Holy Literature Mansion every twenty years. The army used top-grade flying artifacts, allowing them to travel at speeds comparable to those of higher-ranked gods, reaching Holy Literature Mansion in two to three years.
The next escort would be in two years.
So, the Yellow Dragon decided to stay for those two years.
However, when it came to the escort fee, he shook his head in dismay—each divine realm had to pay 500 divine stones!
Only then did the Yellow Dragon realize how “fair” the price demanded by the Blues family in the Purple Spirit Mountains had been. But he also knew that with the Supreme God’s army escorting them, there would likely be no accidents along the way—few in the Netherworld dared to challenge the army.
So, those 500 divine stones were essentially the price of a life.
In that case, 500 for the escort and another 500 at the Divine Transformation Pool meant a total of 1,000 divine stones—something that ordinary powerful beings from the mortal realm could hardly afford. 1,000 divine stones was an exorbitant price for them!
Those powerful beings from the divine realms didn’t possess the strength of the Yellow Dragon, who could kill peak lower gods or even ordinary mid-ranked gods right from the start. If those realms encountered bandits, their only option was death. But for the Yellow Dragon, those bandits were actually bringing him divine stones.
The Yellow Dragon couldn’t help but think of the four people—Long Yi and the others—who entered the Netherworld a hundred years ago.
“I wonder what happened to them now,” he mused.
Perhaps, after a hundred years, they had all perished.
Before long, the waiter brought over the drinks and dishes everyone had ordered.
But looking at the table full of food, everyone hesitated, not daring to touch it. This was worth five to six thousand divine stones! Even if they sold all their slaves in the Netherworld’s divine realms, it wouldn’t be worth that much.
“What’s the matter? Didn’t you say you wanted to taste the flavors of these Netherworld’s divine-grade primal beasts? Go ahead,” the Yellow Dragon said with a smile, looking at Bog and the others.
“Master, we…” The orc Nat scratched his head, feeling embarrassed.
“Embarrassed? Hehe, then work harder when hunting primal beasts!” the Yellow Dragon laughed.
He would head to Holy Literature Mansion in two years, and during those two years, his task was to hunt primal beasts and continuously strengthen himself to become a powerful Nether King!
Nether King was a title—a title for the strongest beings in the Netherworld!

The Underworld King has nine levels, from one to nine, and one can obtain corresponding titles as they hunt more primal beasts. The lord of Silver Emperor City is a powerful Underworld King of the ninth level! All this was learned from the waiter. If Huang Long wants to establish a city in the future, the first requirement is to become a powerful Underworld King of the ninth level! Throughout the entire Underworld, among trillions of gods, there are no more than a thousand powerful Underworld Kings of the ninth level! These thousand individuals represent the pinnacle among the gods of the Underworld! Of course, hunting primal beasts has another advantage: earning divine stones! An ancient primal beast is not cheap—this can be seen from the food and drinks here. A primal beast of the lower god level can be sold for 200 divine stones, a second-level one for 500, a third-level one for around 1,000, while a fourth-level one costs over 10,000 divine stones! Even a seventh-level primal beast can fetch tens of millions of divine stones! As for a ninth-level one, the price reaches over 10 billion! However, even ordinary higher gods find it difficult to hunt seventh-level primal beasts, let alone ninth-level ones! Huang Long’s goal for these two years is modest—he aims to hunt primal beasts below the fourth level! Of course, the Ancient Forest where these primal beasts live is full of dangers; even higher gods can perish if they are not careful, even in the outer areas. Moreover, the Ancient Forest is not only inhabited by primal beasts but also by some ancient primitive humans! These primitive humans pose no less danger than the primal beasts. “Master, don’t worry. As long as there’s food, I’ll definitely do my part!” Gusta, the warrior pet—a fat lion—assured him by shaking its head and patting its thick chest. Before entering the Underworld after reaching the divine realm, Gusta had already taken human form, but even in that form, it retained its “slim” build, with plenty of fat. Gusta joked, “Eating, eating, eating—all you think about is eating!” Everyone laughed. After a while, they finished the food and drinks on the table, ate their fill, and then left the inn to head toward the Underworld King’s Palace. To become a powerful Underworld King, one must first register at the Underworld King’s Palace, just like mercenaries in the mortal realm. However, Silver Emperor City is extremely large, and the Underworld King’s Palace is located in the southeast part of the city. Since Huang Long and the others cannot fly, they had to first go to a place that hires primal beast carts, spend dozens of divine stones to rent one, and then travel there pulled by the beast cart. Sitting in the primal beast cart, Huang Long watched the various primal beast carts coming and going on the streets of Silver Emperor City and felt a sense of nostalgia, as if he were back in the Hengyuan Realm. These primal beasts moved at a fast speed. The cart they were on was pulled by two primal beasts of the lower god level, and after a day, they arrived at the Underworld King’s Palace.

“Is this the Palace of Hades?!” Borg and the others stared up at the massive building before them in astonishment.