The Dao of Reincarnation (361-362) (Patreon)

Chapter 361: Main God Space (Part 17)

Winds and clouds surged violently.

With a single step from Su Chen, the endless shackles binding him shattered in an instant.

"Great Saint peak!"

The Zhao Clan elders sensed the suddenly erupting powerful aura and their expressions turned to shock.

Su Chen's small figure hovering above the Zhao Clan seemed to grow rapidly... It was a method they could not comprehend. Su Chen's body showed no physical change, yet when they looked at him now, it felt like ants gazing up at an elephant or mayflies contemplating the vast sky.

The sky darkened!

A massive, sharp-edged palm print descended. Its five fingers spread apart as it pressed down fiercely upon the Zhao Clan below.

Countless formations collapsed. Massive islands larger than stars within the Zhao Clan territory shattered. Great rivers and lakes evaporated. Zhao Clan disciples with weaker cultivations turned into blood mist in an instant, and even the elders gradually followed in their footsteps.

No matter how they fled or struggled, they could not escape the reach of those five fingers.

One palm had destroyed more than half of the Zhao Clan's territory. The aura of destruction spread like expanding flames in all directions, alerting the major orthodoxies of Heavenly Eastern Dao Province to the crisis. They all turned their gazes toward the Zhao Clan.

The Zhao Clan, one of the Emperor Clans of Heavenly Eastern Dao Province, had declined but still possessed an Emperor weapon. Moreover, more than a decade ago, the Zhao Clan had undergone earth-shaking changes. They now had more than one Quasi-Emperor, and they had even produced a terrifying genius whose talent surpassed the ages. He was hailed as someone destined to become an Emperor. Countless orthodoxies had vied to curry favor and invest in them.

"The Zhao Clan's grand formation has been destroyed..."

"No, it's not just the grand formation. The Zhao Clan territory itself is facing a terrible crisis!"

"The Zhao Clan territory is gone!"

This sudden event caused the major orthodoxies to awaken their own ancestors in an attempt to investigate what had happened to the Zhao Clan.

The answer they all received was the same.

The Zhao Clan was in peril!

Above the Zhao Clan.

Uncle Chen stared at the devastated landscape in shock. The Zhao Clan had been wiped out with a single palm?

The destruction of the Zhao Clan territory was not the end for Su Chen.

An Emperor Clan like this had multiple hidden lairs. It was impossible to destroy them so easily. In other words... the ones he had killed with that palm were merely insignificant people.

The Zhao Clan's true foundations still remained.

Su Chen looked in one direction.

"Enough. Stop."

A gentle breeze dispersed the smoke and haze. A wrinkled man emerged and sighed softly at Su Chen. "You are ultimately a member of my Zhao Clan, with the blood of the Zhao Clan flowing in your veins. I know the hatred in your heart for what happened back then. Now you have destroyed the clan grounds, and those who harmed you in the past are already dead. Continuing further serves no purpose."

Though the newcomer showed no aura, he seemed to merge with heaven and earth.

This was a Quasi-Emperor realm powerhouse!

The Fifth Ancestor of the Zhao Clan!

He looked at Su Chen with a complicated expression.

As the ancestor closest to Su Chen's branch back then, he naturally recognized both Su Chen and the old man beside him.

The surviving orphan of that branch had come knocking.

The strength Su Chen displayed filled him with both surprise and fear. Peak Great Saint, yet his combat power was in no way inferior to his own!

Su Chen's face remained calm, as if he had merely crushed a group of ants. There was no joy of revenge in his expression.

"No purpose?"

Su Chen spoke softly, "Are you saying that stealing my aptitude in exchange for protection from the upper realm was meaningful?"

The Fifth Ancestor of the Zhao Clan trembled. His calm demeanor vanished as he cried out in horror, "How do you know..."

He did not finish the sentence.

But Su Chen had already received the answer he sought.

The disappearance of his aptitude in this life had not been an accident.

Everything traced back to profit.

The Fifth Ancestor realized he had lost composure. He quickly regained it and sighed. "You have made a grave mistake. Surrender and I will treat you with leniency."

Su Chen felt that this old man must have lost his mind. Did he still see him as a junior he could handle at will?

The Fifth Ancestor suddenly noticed that the power of heaven and earth had, at some point, turned into a binding force.

Bang!

With a single slap, the Fifth Ancestor's physical body exploded. Blood qi filled the sky alongside a translucent soul body. The soul stared in terror at the scene. "I am your ancestor!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, vast black currents transformed into a terrifying ferocious beast that swallowed the blood qi and the Fifth Ancestor's soul in one gulp. Boundless black light erupted from Su Chen's body, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten lands and piercing through the Dao Province in an instant!

Su Chen's cultivation had reached the Quasi-Emperor realm, yet his aura resembled that of a reborn ancient Emperor!

Behind Su Chen, a terrifying Taotie phantom appeared. It reached into a certain space, then lowered its head. Its two blood-moon-like pupils stared down at the "ants" below with brutal ferocity.

This was the Zhao Clan's true ancestral land—their real foundation.

"You... how dare you!"

The Zhao Clan ancestors sensed the crisis and began to awaken. One of them looked up and saw a massive head staring at them through a huge hole. The terrifying beast's eyes locked onto them as if regarding them as... snacks?

"No!"

The Fourth Ancestor, who spoke first, was directly swallowed when the giant head reached into the hole. Accompanied by echoing screams, the remaining Zhao Clan ancestors felt their bodies turn ice-cold. In that instant, they had lost consciousness and could not muster any resistance. They could only watch helplessly as the Fourth Ancestor was devoured in one bite.

A Quasi-Emperor had died just like that.

The terrifying beast seemed unsatisfied. It looked at the remaining Zhao Clan ancestors and began devouring them one by one with great relish.

The scene was bloody and brutal.

"We must awaken the Emperor weapon!"

A silhouette slowly unfurled. It was a painting scroll that contained extreme Dao power. This was the Emperor weapon left behind by the Zhao Clan's Great Emperor, now revealing its full might!

The remaining Zhao Clan ancestors awakened the Emperor weapon. Its Emperor might surged forth.

"The Zhao Clan has even deployed their Emperor weapon."

"Could it be that some supreme being has emerged regardless of the consequences and is attacking the Zhao Clan?"

News of the Zhao Clan's Emperor weapon appearing could not be concealed. Its terrifying aura was strong enough to easily sink the Central Province. More forces grew alarmed, wondering whether an Emperor-level war was about to erupt.

Chapter 362: Main God Space (Part 18)

As the Emperor weapon painting scroll unfurled, it transformed into a human figure that looked down upon the eight desolations.

The figure was none other than the Zhao Clan's Great Emperor from ancient times. He had severed a portion of his will and sealed it into the scroll, refining it into an Emperor weapon.

In other words, he had turned his own portrait into his Emperor weapon. He was a peerless genius of the ages, ranking among the top in the long history of this world. Unfortunately, the Zhao Clan's Great Emperor had vanished during his prime, leaving the clan with limited foundations.

"Is this Emperor weapon your final reliance?"

The terrifying Taotie beast's currents shifted slowly. The white-robed youth, unstained by dust, walked through the air and looked down at the crowd. Even the extreme Dao Emperor weapon did not surprise him. In his eyes, it seemed no different from the rest of the Zhao Clan members.

Su Chen casually placed both hands on the scroll. Under the horrified gazes of the Zhao Clan ancestors, he slowly closed it. The manifested phantom of the Zhao Clan's Great Emperor disintegrated into nothingness in an instant.

It was merely a Great Emperor projection.

As the scroll closed, the legendary extreme Dao Emperor weapon trembled violently between Su Chen's hands. It quickly turned gray and, before the ancestors' eyes, crumbled away bit by bit like dust. The terrifying backlash turned the remaining Zhao Clan ancestors into clouds of blood mist, which the Taotie phantom behind Su Chen swallowed in one gulp.

Only one Zhao Clan ancestor remained—the Great Ancestor of the Zhao Clan, a being infinitely close to the Great Emperor realm.

"You... you destroyed the Emperor weapon?"

The Great Ancestor gave a miserable laugh. "They will not let you go! You monster! You abomination!"

As the Taotie phantom swallowed the Great Ancestor in one breath, Su Chen's gaze turned to a young man protected by layer upon layer of formations. His eyes were filled with terror... After all, he had personally witnessed one invincible ancestor after another die at the hands of the white-robed youth. Even the Emperor weapon had been broken.

"Zhao... Zhao Chen. Please... don't kill me. I don't want to die. I am willing to return the physique to you. Just don't kill me..."

Zhao Lingkong begged frantically. Even with the protection of multiple grand formations, he could not feel at ease.

Zhao Lingkong was the greatest genius of the Zhao Clan's current generation, hailed as the strongest prodigy destined to become an Emperor. Yet at this moment, this so-called supreme genius showed no trace of his former pride. He groveled on the ground, his Dao heart shattered by successive waves of fear.

Su Chen looked at the pathetic Zhao Lingkong. His aptitude was worth only fifty or sixty thousand at most... How could he have stolen nine hundred thousand?

In the end, he was nothing more than a pitiful puppet pushed forward.

Su Chen slapped him to death along with the grand formation, reducing both to powder in an instant.

The aura of the Zhao Clan's extreme Dao Emperor weapon awakening had been significant. Its terrifying power alarmed the decayed ones of this world.

The decayed ones were similar to the forbidden zone supremes of the former great universe. However, in this world, they were former Great Emperors who had willingly retreated into seclusion. They sought not the path to immortality, but merely to linger on in the world.

Su Chen returned to the Zhao Clan territory and sensed several auras locking onto him. He ruthlessly erased all those probing thoughts.

At that moment, the ancestor-level powerhouses from various forces who had tried to investigate spat out blood. Their divine senses had been wiped away by Su Chen...

"Does this guy not fear provoking those ancient decayed ones?"

Among the divine senses Su Chen had erased were those of former Emperors who had become decayed ones... Yet that person showed no hesitation. Was it fearlessness or ignorance?

In the vast universe, several terrifying auras surged with rage, seemingly ready to emerge and clash, provoked by Su Chen's actions.

But moments later, they all fell silent.

A feeling emerged from the void.

If they emerged... they would truly die!

They feared death and had no choice but to remain dormant.

Su Chen did not care about these decayed ones, nor did he fear them. He simply had no interest in dealing with them at the moment.

The matter with the Zhao Clan had made one thing clear to Su Chen: his greatest enemy was not the Zhao Clan itself. Based on the fragmented memories and traces in his mind, he deduced that the Zhao Clan's Great Emperor might not have died. His disappearance during his prime was likely due to some other opportunity that had taken him out of this world and into an immortal realm or domain, where he had joined a powerful force.

Zhao Chen possessed extraordinary aptitude... Once such talent was discovered, it had been stolen through some secret method. There might have been compensation given to him afterward, but without his aptitude, he was no different from a cripple to the Zhao Clan. Why would they hand over the compensation? They had even gone so far as to exterminate his entire branch to keep it for themselves.

As for how he had survived.

Su Chen's eyes flickered. The Zhao Clan would never have been so kind.

Having broken through to the Quasi-Emperor realm and destroyed the Zhao Clan, nothing in this world could threaten Su Chen anymore, even though he had yet to become a full Emperor.

Su Chen bid farewell to Uncle Chen once more, then returned to the Main God Space.

"?"

Su Chen looked at the notification that had appeared before him.

[Congratulations on meeting the requirements to participate in the Ten Thousand Regions War. Do you wish to join?]

[The higher the ranking achieved, the richer the rewards.]

Su Chen examined the rewards.

First place... thirty billion points and one exclusive opportunity to become an Emperor.

The exclusive Emperor opportunity meant the Main God Space would specially create a universe, leave behind an Emperor's fate, and grant instant enlightenment with a single thought.

The Main God Space truly deserved its reputation as one of the most powerful forces across the myriad heavens!

Thirty billion points... Su Chen thought that if the tenfold multiplier applied to this reward... three hundred billion points would be an astronomically large number. For him now, it could save countless years of cultivation!

Su Chen naturally chose to participate!

At the same time.

A beam of light enveloped Su Chen. When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in an unknown region. Countless realms had been shattered. A terrifying melee was underway. The Main God Space had directly opened a universe to serve as the main battlefield for the Ten Thousand Regions War.

"A rookie?"

Two groups engaged in battle looked at the suddenly appearing Su Chen in confusion. How could someone still enter the Ten Thousand Regions battlefield at this time?

Their thoughts quickly changed.

One squad turned into a cloud of blood mist, which the Taotie phantom behind Su Chen swallowed in a single gulp.

'A rookie'?

This was no rookie at all. This was clearly a big shot pretending to be weak!

There were not many rules in the Ten Thousand Regions battlefield.

Here, there was only fighting until it ended.

The Main God Space did not care who survived in the end. Even if only one person remained, it would remain indifferent.

The scale of the Main God Space was simply too vast!

The Ten Thousand Regions were merely an insignificant corner of the Main God Space—barely even that. They were nothing more than a few ice shards.

Su Chen slaughtered without restraint.

A terrifying demon lord had descended, like a wolf among sheep.

...

Yang Jie was not sure whether he should cry or laugh.

As a rookie genius who had cleared a nightmare-level dungeon, he had received heavy investment from the Polar Star Region and finally reached the threshold to enter the Ten Thousand Regions War. He had encountered a "familiar face" once more.