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Chapter 359: Main God Space (Part 15)

"What?"

The terrifying being before them was a rookie? What kind of joke was that?

The scene before their eyes left no room for doubt. Though the young man found it incredibly hard to believe, a faint answer formed in his heart.

Anger and regret intertwined within him.

Only members of the Main God Space could utter those four words. Revealing information about the Main God Space rashly would result in erasure by the system. This confirmed that the youth knew they came from the Main God Space as well.

A piercing pain accompanied their cold sweat. They had been wrong—completely wrong. This was no rookie. This was a terrifying demon lord.

Gu Xiaoxiao's legs gave out. She collapsed to the ground, her eyes blank and numb.

"This is unbeatable... we cannot win..."

She had watched her once-invincible captain defeated and her former comrades die one after another before her eyes. Even her strongest techniques had failed to harm the demon lord in the slightest. Gu Xiaoxiao lost all will to fight. Her eyes turned hollow.

Su Chen looked at the woman before him, raised his hand, and refined her into a stream of pure energy that flowed into his body.

He turned back. The young man lay on the ground, struggling again and again to stand, only to stumble each time. His peak Saint realm cultivation had been shattered by a single slap from Su Chen. At this moment, he was no different from an ordinary mortal.

Staring at the shadow on the ground, the young man did not raise his head. He gave a miserable laugh.

Who could have imagined that his Godslayer Squad would be annihilated in a mere ninth-level world?

"You are not a rookie. You are definitely not a newcomer to the Main God Space. Who exactly are you?"

The young man wanted an answer.

Unfortunately, Su Chen had no interest in explaining anything to an ant.

Darkness filled the young man's vision as the entire Godslayer Squad was wiped out.

A top ace team powerful enough to dominate tenth-level worlds had fallen in this ninth-level world they had once scorned. Fate was truly capricious. Yet this was the Main God Space—such ironic twists occurred at every moment.

After annihilating the Godslayer Squad, Su Chen did not stop. He turned his gaze toward the Holy Clan's ancestral lands, then vanished, leaving only ruins behind.

...

Holy Origin Continent shook.

Saints of the Myriad Beings Camp looked up at the sky.

"Someone is attacking the Holy Clan?"

Aside from the Sword Bearer and the Azure Bird Saint, the Myriad Beings Camp still had eleven other Saints. Every one of them sensed the terrifying disturbances coming from within the Holy Clan territory.

"Could it be that Lord Sword Bearer has broken through and launched an assault on the Holy Clan to open a new path for us?"

Some Saints speculated. After all, who else besides Lord Sword Bearer could charge into the Holy Clan?

The Azure Bird Saint stopped those who wanted to go and watch. She did not know how to explain the situation.

Should she tell everyone that Lord Sword Bearer was actually a member of the Holy Clan? Or that a terrifying demon lurked there—one that filled her with dread?

In the end, the Azure Bird Saint said nothing.

The Holy Clan territory had been reduced to ruins.

Countless Holy Clan powerhouses had fallen, swallowed by terrifying currents of energy. Even Saint realm experts were no exception.

The white-robed youth stood atop the wreckage, completely unstained.

The once domineering Holy Clan now gazed at his figure in terror, as if they had encountered a devil.

Fear, however, proved useless.

Su Chen showed no mercy and wiped them all out. Only the Holy Clan's ancestral progenitor, a seventh-layer Saint King, remained in the ancestral lands.

The moment Su Chen's figure vanished, a massive body emerged from within the Holy Clan's ancestral grounds.

Regret consumed the progenitor's heart. He had once dismissed the words of those outsiders with contempt. He had not believed the Holy Clan could be destroyed. How could any being in this world surpass him?

But at this moment, he realized how wrong he had been. Fear and cowardice filled his heart. This was the first time he had ever felt such emotions. As the being who had created the Holy Clan and ruled all of Holy Origin Continent, he should have been unrivaled.

Run!

That was the progenitor's first instinct. Though his cultivation far exceeded Su Chen's, he could not muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

"No..."

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the sky filled with black energy that coalesced into a gluttonous beast. It opened its massive maw and swallowed the progenitor whole, then smacked its lips in satisfaction.

The invincible ruler of Holy Origin Continent, the innate god who had founded the Holy Clan, had fallen.

All the black energy returned to Su Chen's body. At this moment, his body became as translucent as glass, nurturing holy radiance and remaining untainted by dust. No one would ever connect this figure with the great demon who had annihilated the entire Holy Clan.

Su Chen glanced at the Holy Clan, now reduced to ashes. The progenitor had been a figure of his era. As an innate god, he had devised a method to extend his life by trading places with his descendants. Unfortunately, he had grown too obsessed with power and immortality, losing his drive for martial progress and stalling at the Saint King realm.

Looking at the notification that all missions had been completed, Su Chen chose to return.

Not long after he left, members of the Myriad Beings Camp arrived late. When they saw the Holy Clan territory razed to the ground with not a trace of life remaining, they wept with joy.

The Holy Clan had been destroyed! They could finally hold their heads high!

Burning will ignited across Holy Origin Continent once more.

The Azure Bird Saint watched the scene and seemed to understand the Sword Bearer's decision.

"Will this world find peace, or will it enter the next cycle?"

The Azure Bird Saint did not know the answer. Only time could reveal it.

From then on, no one saw the Azure Bird Saint again, nor did anyone learn the Sword Bearer's whereabouts. Everything—including the Holy Clan—gradually faded into legend.

...

Su Chen returned to the Main God Space.

This time, he had slain all six members of the opposing Godslayer Squad and helped the Myriad Beings Camp overthrow the Holy Clan's rule, earning one million six hundred thousand points.

His account now held sixteen million points.

The tenfold point reward was truly useful.

Sixteen million points was an amount even the most powerful forces in the Polar Star Region could not produce on short notice.

Su Chen immediately began closed-door cultivation to digest these point rewards. Once he fully absorbed them, his strength would surely rise to another level.

Chapter 360: Main God Space (Part 16)

Inside the Gengjin Region.

"The Godslayer Squad actually failed..."

The ninth-level mission world had closed, and not a single member of the Godslayer Squad had returned to the Main God Space. Li Gengjin knew exactly what that meant.

His face darkened. This was a trap set by the Polar Star Region, and it had cost him dearly. He had lost a top ace team. When the Ten Thousand Regions War began, it would be like losing his right and left arms.

The Ten Thousand Regions War held the key to becoming a thirteenth-level Great Emperor.

Although a region at the level of Gengjin had no chance to compete for the Great Emperor opportunity itself.

However, the final surviving forces in the Ten Thousand Regions War would be ranked, and higher rankings brought richer rewards. Li Gengjin's goal was to break into the top one thousand. Surviving until the end would grant him ten million points—a massive sum that could elevate his cultivation to the twelfth level, Quasi-Emperor realm.

Every member of the Godslayer Squad had been an elite among elites in the Gengjin Region. Now they were all dead. How could Li Gengjin not feel rage? How could he not feel heartache?

Thinking about the Ten Thousand Regions War helped Li Gengjin gradually calm down.

Several months later, Sun Wang, who had digested a huge sum of points, chose to enter a dungeon... and was never heard from again.

...

Heavenly Eastern Dao Province.

After fully digesting all his points, Su Chen chose to return to Heavenly Eastern Dao Province.

He saw Uncle Chen once more.

Uncle Chen was startled when Su Chen suddenly appeared beside him, then looked bewildered. He sensed changes in Su Chen, but how had those changes escaped his perception?

To appear beside him without a sound...

"Young Master, have you broken through to the Saint realm?"

Uncle Chen found it hard to believe. He smiled bitterly. "It has only been three short years since you began cultivating. How could you go from an ordinary mortal unable to cultivate to a Saint in just three years?"

Compared to Su Chen breaking through to the Saint realm, Uncle Chen preferred to believe that the young master had obtained some opportunity to conceal his aura.

Su Chen smiled faintly. "Uncle Chen, I have indeed broken through to the Saint realm. For cultivators, time spent cultivating does not represent everything."

Uncle Chen smiled helplessly, but he soon froze. He felt a wisp of Su Chen's aura, deep as an abyss and vast as the sea. It could not be faked at the Saint realm. Had the young master truly become a Saint in only three years?

"This... this... this..."

Uncle Chen stammered incoherently. Even with his Great Saint vision, he began to doubt the reality of the world at this moment.

Not even the Emperors of ancient and modern times could achieve sainthood in three years.

None of them!

And this was only ordinary sainthood. If Uncle Chen knew that Su Chen's current cultivation had already reached the peak of the Great Saint realm, he would likely faint from shock.

After a long time, once Uncle Chen had gradually recovered and seemed to accept the truth, Su Chen slowly spoke. "Uncle Chen, I want to know what exactly happened back then."

What happened back then naturally referred to the destruction of Su Chen's branch of the family in this life. In the end, only Uncle Chen and the untrainable Zhao Chen had survived. The grudge of his clan's annihilation was the karma weighing on Su Chen in this life.

Besides wanting to resolve this karma, Su Chen discovered that his memories of those events were completely blank. He could not recall what had occurred. This made him think of the mysterious true immortal who had sealed him inside the coffin.

Was everything connected to that true immortal behind the scenes?

Uncle Chen sighed deeply. "Young Master... I originally did not want you to know about this matter. But with your current talent, you should know the truth."

Uncle Chen looked at Su Chen with a complicated expression. "In truth... you were never the untrainable person the rumors claimed. You were a true son of heaven. On the day of your birth, you triggered a phenomenon that pierced through the ages. You were hailed as the one destined to lead the Zhao Clan back to its former glory."

"But all of this happened because you were too dazzling and caught the attention of those with ill intentions. Someone used a secret technique to steal your aptitude. By the time we discovered it, it was already too late. The old master went to seek justice from the Zhao Clan's ancestor but never returned. A large group of mysterious people then slaughtered everyone in your branch of the family."

"The reason you and I survived... was because one of the Zhao Clan's progenitors spoke up."

Uncle Chen's injuries had also stemmed from that battle. He had fought desperately to protect Zhao Chen, suffering severe damage to his origin. The wound was irreversible and could not be healed unless he obtained one of the legendary immortal divine medicines. But how rare and precious were such medicines?

After hearing Uncle Chen's words, Su Chen's expression remained calm and unruffled. In his heart, however, he thought, "This cannot be as simple as Uncle Chen described. Uncle Chen was influenced by the person behind the scenes... Is that person guiding me to destroy the Zhao Clan?"

Su Chen still could not determine whether the true immortal behind the scenes was friend or foe. If an enemy, there would be no need for such elaborate schemes. If a friend... what exactly was he plotting, and why not reveal his identity?

Su Chen decided to pay the Zhao Clan a visit.

"Young Master, where are you going?"

Uncle Chen watched Su Chen tear open space and step inside. Alarm filled his heart. The destination felt vaguely familiar...

"Uncle Chen, today you should witness a good show."

Su Chen stepped into the spatial tear, and Uncle Chen followed behind him. Looking at the majestic clan grounds, Uncle Chen suddenly realized why it felt so familiar.

The Zhao Clan! This was the Emperor Clan Zhao Clan!

"Young Master..."

Uncle Chen stood frozen. Regret surged in his heart. He should never have revealed what he knew about the past so soon.

It was over. Everything was ruined. The young master was too impulsive. Although the Zhao Clan was a declining Emperor Clan, it was still an Emperor Clan. Its foundations far surpassed what a Saint could shake. Even at his peak as a Great Saint, he could only prostrate himself before such a behemoth.

"No. Today, even if it costs me my life, I must make the young master leave!"

Uncle Chen made up his mind. This was the old master's last bloodline in the world, a genius who had reached sainthood in three years. Such a proud bloodline could not be lost.

Su Chen placed one hand on Uncle Chen's shoulder. In that instant, Uncle Chen felt his entire body turn ice-cold. All his aura froze, reducing him to the level of an ordinary mortal. He could not activate any of his abilities.

"Who dares intrude upon my Zhao Clan!"

Su Chen and Uncle Chen had appeared openly in the core territory of the Zhao Clan. Naturally, they could not escape detection. In an instant, powerhouses of the Zhao Clan awakened from slumber. Streaks of brilliant light appeared as Zhao Clan cultivators set up grand formations, trapping Su Chen and Uncle Chen within an airtight net.

Uncle Chen swallowed hard. It was not the Zhao Clan that frightened him, but...

"Young Master... your cultivation is not at the Saint realm... you are a Great Saint!?"

Su Chen smiled faintly and released Uncle Chen. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood in the air and looked down at the countless beings below. He spoke softly, "Uncle Chen, the good show today is called... the destruction of the Zhao Clan."

His eyes were as still as an ancient well.

How dare you mortals raise your swords against an immortal?