Volume One: The Game of the Controllers Chapter Fifty-Three: The Secret Tome of the Kuya People

To the elders like Yequ, the Super Kuya were nothing short of a nightmare for the Tyrannosaurus clan.

Yet now, from Yequ’s current perspective, he no longer fully agreed with the actions of his predecessors. His views had changed; when your position shifts, so too does your vantage point. Though his own cultivation was not high, he had spent years with Wulan, and later was brought to the Purple Profound Mansion by Qin Yu—his experiences and knowledge were now worlds apart from before.

Looking at Heitong, her large, bright eyes wide with curiosity, a faint smile appeared on Yequ’s face. “The dinosaur world isn’t as mysterious as you imagine, nor does it have many stories worth telling. In the end, it’s all about battles and bloodshed—these aren’t tales for young girls. If you have time, go seek out your Uncle Qin Yu. His adventures are far more exciting than all the stories of the dinosaur world put together. Then there’s your father, Heiyu, and Hou Fei—back in the Immortal, Demon, and Beast Realm, the fame of those three brothers shook the entire realm and caused countless headaches!”

Recalling those days when the three Qin Yu brothers clashed with the Immortal Emperors, Yequ’s eyes shone with nostalgia. Time had changed everything: they had all attained supreme cultivation, becoming figures whose mere footsteps could shake the Divine Realm itself.

Heitong pouted, her lips red and full, complaining, “I know quite a bit about their stories already. Besides, Father and Third Uncle are always in seclusion, training so hard that I never even see their shadows! And lately, Eldest Uncle has been acting so strange—I have no idea what he’s up to. Xiao Si and Xiao Shuang have both disappeared, too—those two rascals actually snuck out of the Divine Realm without telling me! If I catch them, I’ll definitely teach them a lesson!”

Yequ smiled. “By the way, Tong, you seem quite free these days. What about Guo Fan? Shouldn’t you be pestering him instead?”

Heitong flushed, replying with some indignation, “Don’t mention him—it makes me angry. I don’t know what’s gotten into that guy. He suddenly decided to shut himself in for cultivation, saying he won’t come out until he reaches the Heavenly God stage.”

Her annoyance only seemed to grow. “But does he even realize what level he’s at? He’s just reached the lower-tier divine being stage, and wants to become a Heavenly God? He’ll be in there for tens of millions of years before that happens!”

“Heavenly God…” Yequ couldn’t help but sigh in awe, for his own cultivation was only a hair above Guo Fan’s—at the middle-tier divine being stage.

“Maybe I’ve grown a bit lazy lately,” Yequ mused, falling into deep thought. Heitong called his name several times, but when he didn’t respond, she stamped her foot in frustration. “Hmph, I’m going to find Aunt Jiang Li! Maybe she’ll tell me about her romantic adventures with Eldest Uncle—what a great idea!”

With that, her figure flashed, and she vanished from Yequ’s room.

Yequ, however, remained behind, his expression tinged with melancholy. The Tyrannosaurus were born for battle, yet now he lived in comfort at the Purple Profound Mansion. Though he had guidance in cultivation, and the spiritual energy was abundant, deep inside, he felt that something was missing.

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On Su Yu Star in the mortal realm, headquarters of the Kuya people, all was silent after Qin Si unfurled the golden scroll. Gone were the hostile looks from the crowd; now, their gazes burned with hope—an almost fanatical anticipation.

The sacred temple, so revered by the Kuya, had been destroyed in an instant, but no one cared. Every eye was fixed on Qin Si and the golden scroll in his hand.

With a thud, the three elders dropped to their knees before Qin Si and Qin Shuang, faces filled with hope and supplication. One of them pleaded loudly, “Honored seniors, we beg you, please help our Kuya people.”

“Please, the two of you, help us…” As the three elders knelt, so did every Kuya present, their faces alight with fervent expectation, countless eyes watching Qin Si and Qin Shuang, unwilling to miss even the slightest change in their expressions.

“Big brother, what’s going on?” Though Qin Shuang had no idea what the so-called secret scroll contained, the Kuya’s reactions made it clear that this was no trivial matter.

The Kuya people were all cut from the same cloth—unyielding, stubborn to the core. It was easy to make them die, but breaking their spirit was nearly impossible.

“Shuang, it’s a bit complicated… Take a look for yourself.” Qin Si handed the golden scroll to Qin Shuang. The two conversed by divine sense; those kneeling below could hear nothing.

“The Dinosaur World…” The moment she took the scroll, three characters struck her heart like a sledgehammer.

“It is troublesome indeed…” Qin Shuang gave a wry smile. “Who would have thought the Kuya came from the same place as Uncle Yequ?”

“Yes, and not only that—keep reading.” Qin Si’s divine sense was far stronger than Qin Shuang’s; in an instant, he had grasped everything.

“Those who reach seventh-level Immortal Emperor and above are called Super Kuya. Their toughness, speed, and attack power all far surpass the Tyrannosaurus at the same level!” Qin Shuang’s eyes widened in disbelief as she read the scroll.

She knew well that in the Immortal, Demon, and Beast Realm, even super divine beasts were a notch below the Tyrannosaurus—maybe even in attack, but in defense, a seventh-level Tyrannosaurus hide rivaled divine artifacts. Yet, as long as a Kuya reached the seventh-level Immortal Emperor, becoming a Super Kuya, they would surpass the Tyrannosaurus in every way—by a wide margin!

Even her third uncle, the most monstrous of mutant super divine beasts, couldn’t compare.

It was indeed a dilemma. With Qin Si’s strength, returning them to the Dinosaur World wouldn’t be difficult. But these were Uncle Yequ’s people—after so much effort had been spent to bring them away in the past, now she and her brother would be sending them back? Qin Shuang and Qin Si fell silent for some time, their troubled expressions plain to see.

“If… If there are difficulties, we won’t insist.” Gan Ming, still kneeling, read the struggle on their faces. The Kuya never liked to force others, even when the fate of their entire people was at stake.

“Elders, please rise, all of you. This matter is indeed a bit complicated, and I need to discuss it with my brother first,” said Qin Shuang, neither refusing nor accepting outright, for this also involved Yequ.

“Alright…” Gan Ming understood. If they kept kneeling, it would be shameless, and the Kuya prided themselves on never being such people. He led Qilian and Xiao Qing in standing, and ordered the rest to rise as well.

“Elders,” Qin Si spoke, “I suppose you couldn’t open the golden scroll I just did?”

Gan Ming, Qilian, and Xiao Qing all nodded. “That’s right, we’ve never been able to open it. But legend says it contains everything about us. You both must know by now: we’re not natives of Su Yu Star. We just want to go home, to our true homeland.”

“I know where your home is, and finding it isn’t difficult for me. But your home is also inhabited by your enemies—enemies so powerful that not one among you could resist them.”

“Enemies?” Gan Ming laughed. “We’re just mortals, but even the cultivators of Su Yu Star can’t do much to us.”

“It’s not the same,” Qin Si said gravely. “Your enemies, any one of them, could wipe you out with ease…”

His words left the Kuya dumbstruck. To return home under such circumstances would be suicide.

“Let me explain,” Qin Shuang interjected. “Your homeland is the Dinosaur World, a parallel universe to the Immortal, Demon, and Beast Realm. In such a space, newly ascended immortal cultivators are the weakest, first called Celestial Immortals, then Golden Immortals, then Profound Immortals—or Immortal Emperors. Each stage has nine levels, and the strongest on Su Yu Star, those three loose immortals, don’t even match a first-level Celestial Immortal. In the Dinosaur World, a first-level Celestial Immortal is cannon fodder.”

Qin Shuang laid out the comparison plainly, hoping to persuade the Kuya to give up the idea themselves.

“Even a first-level Celestial Immortal is just cannon fodder…” Her words struck the Kuya a heavy blow.

“But you shouldn’t despair,” Qin Si smiled. “The golden scroll contains your cultivation methods. If you reach the seventh-level Profound Immortal, the Dinosaur World will be yours.”

He intended to give them confidence, but even he realized the flaw in his words. To reach seventh-level Profound Immortal from a mortal’s starting point would take billions of years for anyone but the most extraordinary.

Moreover, the Kuya progressed exceptionally slowly at the mortal stage. According to the golden scroll, even the most gifted required at least ten thousand years to attain first-level Celestial Immortal. As for the current Kuya, the three elders were only equivalent to tribulation-stage cultivators.

As expected, the three elders blushed at once—seventh-level Profound Immortal was a dream too distant to imagine.

(To be continued)