Chapter 232 - 126: Master, Save Me

Chapter 232: Chapter 126: Master, Save Me

"Why did you die, and where is Void..."

"Back then, after you all left the World in the Palm and came to the Mountain Sea Eastern Domain, what exactly happened?"

Inside the Book Collection Martial Pavilion, Prince Xue was unconscious. Only Su Chen and Zhuo remained standing. Thus, Su Chen voiced the greatest question in his heart.

Those who walked out of the Palm of the Human World were all heroes, prodigies, and formidable figures.

The Eastern Domain is so vast.

It made no sense that all of them would remain unknown.

"The World in the Palm... the Celestial Gate... the Mountain Sea Eastern Domain... the Celestial War Battlefield... that broken sword..."

Scene after scene flashed through his mind.

Zhuo’s face was a mask of conflict, his crimson eyes revealing incomparable pain.

Especially when he heard the name ’Void’, his pain reached its peak.

"You!"

"How do you know everything?!"

"AHHH!"

"You’re with them, aren’t you..."

Zhuo descended into madness. His body of black mist roiled like boiling water. His crimson eyes, fixed on Su Chen, burned with intense Killing Intent. An aura, terrifying and in no way weaker than the White-clothed Daoist’s, erupted from him—the Qi of the Foundation Establishment Post Realm. Then, chilling words spilled from Zhuo’s lips.

"I curse your soul, defile your body, and shatter your lifespan..."

This was one of the Palm’s Ten Extremes, the Three Words Curse Technique.

Eleven years had passed.

Zhuo had become very strong.

Even in death, a single lingering remnant of his will could still unleash terrifying Power comparable to the Foundation Establishment Post Realm.

But as strong as he was, Zhuo was long dead, having become something neither human nor ghost.

"So, you didn’t recognize me."

"Then again."

"Shifting Appearance isn’t so easily seen through."

At that moment, Su Chen extended a hand. The four Dragon Patterns on his Profound Robe bared their fangs and brandished their claws, transforming into four streams of Innate Dragon Qi. They pressed down viciously on Zhuo, crushing the Three Words Curse Technique and his frantic madness alike...

He didn’t recognize Su Chen.

But he remembered the aura of the World in the Palm’s All Living Beings’ Fortune that clung to each stream of Innate Dragon Qi.

"It’s you..."

"Innate Dragon Qi..."

"You... you’ve already become this strong?!"

A look of horror appeared in Zhuo’s eyes.

Zhuo hadn’t been present for the battle at the Immortal Sect, where Su Chen had unleashed a single sword strike that created the three-thousand-mile Heaven-Reaching Sword Mark, slaying the Demon Profound Sect Elder’s terrifying Ink Flood Dragon. In his memory, Su Chen was still the Wind Snow Sword Immortal whose ’One Sword’ could cleave the heavens, comparable to the Dao Platform realm.

But now, even as a mere remnant of will, he could unleash terrifying power comparable to the Foundation Establishment Post Realm.

Yet, before this Wind Snow Sword Immortal, he had been suppressed with no ability to resist whatsoever.

Most importantly, in his perception, Su Chen had not yet even stepped into Foundation Establishment.

Extreme Ascension to Immortality! To suppress a Foundation Establishment Post Realm cultivator without even reaching Foundation Establishment... Even if his current self was just a remnant will, equivalent only to an ordinary cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Post Realm, this was still an incredible feat.

In the future, once Su Chen reached Foundation Establishment, how terrifying would he become?!

"Wait..."

"The Extreme Realm!"

Zhuo seemed to have thought of something, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

’So the person they were looking for was Su Chen all along.’

"Don’t go to the Celestial War Battlefield!"

"And..."

"Take care of Snow, he’s... he’s..."

Before Zhuo could finish,

BANG!

His body exploded, and not even the last trace of his remnant will was left behind.

Zhuo was dead.

Or perhaps, he had triggered some sort of Prohibition on his body and was killed once more.

Vaguely, Su Chen saw only a blood-red rune flash within Zhuo’s body at the final moment.

"That rune..."

In that instant, Su Chen felt it was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He closed his eyes.

Soon, he opened them again.

He remembered. In Chu Shan’s memories, on that desolate land, upon that terrifying altar, there was an identical blood-red rune. It represented the shadow of the Demon God worshipped by the Extreme Cultivators.

"Who is Snow?"

"Could it be... another reincarnation of Void’s Ten Lives Body..."

Zhuo hadn’t finished his words.

So, Su Chen decided to see for himself.

He plucked a strand of Snow’s hair.

However, he saw nothing at all.

"How strange!"

Su Chen’s face was a picture of confusion.

Prince Xue had lived in the Daqi Imperial Capital for more than twenty years. The Soul Fusion Remembrance had indeed activated successfully, so why couldn’t he see a single sliver of memory?

「Meanwhile.」

’I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong with this Imperial Palace.’

Within the Imperial Palace, the elegant and gentle Confucian Sword Immortal was walking about. He had been using his Heavenly Peeping Skill to investigate his surroundings the whole time when he suddenly seemed to sense something. He whipped his head around, his gaze fixed on the Book Collection Martial Pavilion.

"Master, what is it?"

The attendant White-clothed Daoist at his side was puzzled.

’Didn’t we already check the Book Collection Martial Pavilion with the Heavenly Peeping Skill?’

"It’s nothing."

"Just now, for a moment, I thought I sensed the aura of a friend. However, he has been in closed-door cultivation at the Demon Profound Sect ever since he returned from the Celestial War Battlefield. It’s impossible for him to appear here in the Daqi Country, which belongs to our Profound Celestial Sect."

"It must have been my imagination," the Confucian Sword Immortal concluded.

...

Inside the Book Collection Martial Pavilion, all was silent.

Prince Xue slowly regained consciousness.

The first thing he saw was Su Chen, sitting on a rocking chair on the seventy-seventh floor, drinking tea and reading a book.

"Tributor Chu, why did you knock me out?"

Prince Xue was filled with grief and indignation.

"..."

Su Chen fell silent for a moment.

’Fine. I might as well have been the one to knock him out. It doesn’t matter.’

"What is important," Su Chen began, "is whether or not you want to save those friends of yours..."

Though he hadn’t liked Zhuo, he was, after all, a friend of Void’s. By extension, that made him a friend of Su Chen’s as well. He would naturally carry out the matter Zhuo had personally entrusted to him before his death. Moreover, it seemed Prince Xue also had some connection to Void.

It was a pity.

Zhuo had perished too quickly.

He hadn’t been able to speak clearly.

Of course, perhaps it was precisely because he was trying to speak clearly that he triggered some kind of taboo, leading to the obliteration of his soul.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Now, the one protecting Prince Xue on his path was Su Chen. That was what truly mattered.