Chapter 360: Main God Space (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.

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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?