Chapter 72: Rebirth: I Am the Villain (The End)

"This...is this a 'Saint'?"
Feeling the terrifying power at its peak, Su Chen was completely mesmerized, understanding why 'Saints' were so revered in this world.
While 'Saints' were involved in the Xuan Yuan Holy Land's invasion of the forbidden zone and the great battle in the Southwest Regions, Su Chen wasn't even qualified to observe those levels of combat. Now, having gathered most of the ancient clan's power and activated the Ancient Saint Sword, a portion of the power remaining within Su Chen's body, a resurgence of ancient clan Saints, allowed him to experience the terrifying power of a portion of a Saint.
This power could easily crush any being below the Saint level.
Su Chen didn't waste words. This power wouldn't last long; he had to kill Lin Zhan before the Ancient Saint's power dissipated!
Raising the Ancient Saint Sword, a single sword beam seemed to cleave the sky in two, the terrifying fluctuations drawing the apprehension of numerous powerful figures.
"The ancient saint's might once shook the Northern Region; truly terrifying. A single ancient saint sword slain countless heroes."
"Now, who on earth has forced the Ancient Clan to this point? They've even used the ancient saint sword! A fully revived saintly artifact—even ordinary saints would be troubled."
"Tragic... I sense the Ancient Clan's territory turning into a furnace of flesh and blood. After this battle, even if the Ancient Clan wins, they'll likely be a mere shell of their former self. A saintly artifact will likely attract the covetous eyes of countless demons and monsters."
"..."
As the sword light that cleaved the sky appeared, another terrifying power spread throughout the Northern Region.
"A saintly weapon... another fully revived saintly weapon... Is this the start of a holy war?"
"Not good! A holy war will inevitably lead to the devastation of the Northern Region! Quickly raise the clan's protective formation to shield against the saintly might!"
The power of the two saintly weapons intertwined, turning the Northern Region's sky gloomy with thunder and rain. Countless people, bewildered, only saw two beams of light shoot into the sky and collide.
Su Chen wasn't surprised that Lin Zhan possessed a sacred artifact.
However, Lin Zhan's mental state was shattered, and he was severely injured. If Su Chen killed Lin Zhan, the sacred artifact would be his. With two sacred artifacts in hand, he could easily establish a power far greater than the Ancient Clan!
Su Chen, wielding the Ancient Sacred Sword, fought Lin Zhan from the Ancient Clan to the North Sea, from the North Sea to the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and from the Hundred Thousand Mountains to the outer starry sky. Countless beings trembled, dying in the clash of the two sacred weapons.
"Gu Chen, you are no match for me! I will personally kill you and seek justice for all those who died by your hand or because of you!"
Lin Zhan was enveloped in a golden aura, and even the dripping blood shimmered with golden light. When it fell onto the stars, it shattered them into dust.
"Die because of me?"
Su Chen sneered, "If you hadn't insisted on being my enemy, why would I have bothered with such insignificant ants? These people died because of your stupidity, blindness, and arrogance!"
Lin Zhan's body trembled, then his face turned frosty as he calmly said, "Gu Chen, between you and me, it's simply a matter of the victor taking all."
Su Chen laughed loudly, "The victor takes all, what a fine 'violence takes all'! When it comes to ruthlessness, I, Lin Zhan, am ashamed to admit defeat."
Su Chen continued to attack Lin Zhan, trying to force him to reveal a weakness.
Unfortunately, to Su Chen's disappointment, Lin Zhan grew increasingly fierce in battle, his holy aura growing ever stronger.
"Could he break through to the Saint realm during this battle?"
Su Chen cursed inwardly, a vague sense of foreboding creeping in.
If Lin Zhan became a Saint, he would have absolutely no hope left.
He had prepared far too much for this battle.
But the difficulty of killing the chosen one far exceeded Su Chen's expectations.
Born of destiny, favored by fate.
Su Chen returned to the Northern Region to fight his way back.
Lin Zhan suddenly had a bad feeling; the breakthrough opportunity he had sensed during the battle became increasingly faint as his mind became chaotic.
"Gu Chen, you dare?"
Lin Zhan seemed to understand what Su Chen wanted to do. He roared hoarsely, trying to stop Su Chen.
Su Chen smiled. He abandoned his fight with Lin Zhan, and the Ancient Saint Sword in his hand shifted its sharpness, slashing down towards the people of the War God Temple.
"With this sword, what will you choose, Lin Zhan?"
Su Chen's eyes were filled with anticipation.
He abandoned defense.
If Lin Zhan chose to save the people of the War God Temple, he would inevitably forfeit his chance to break through to sainthood. Even with the power of an ancient saint, Su Chen could still fight Lin Zhan to the bitter end; the outcome was uncertain.
If Lin Zhan chose to break through, he would inevitably have to watch the elite of the War God Temple die before his eyes once more.
In Su Chen's gaze, Lin Zhan closed his eyes, his black hair instantly turning white, three thousand strands of white hair dancing wildly, watching helplessly as the elite of the War God Temple vanished.
A boundless aura surged from Lin Zhan's body, then... swept across the Northern Region, like a sun illuminating everything, his thick blood forming a golden ocean.
He had become a saint.
Su Chen smiled. With Lin Zhan making this decision, he had no chance of winning.
The ancient saint sword in his hand erupted with its most dazzling light.
"The last glory of the ancient races will converge here."
Su Chen's final consciousness was swallowed by the power unleashed by the Ancient Sacred Sword.
.......
Before his eyes, all was darkness.
Su Chen returned to the Reversal of Fate Space.
"Truly worthy of being the Child of Destiny, favored by fate,"
Su Chen murmured softly.
In this life, he had repeatedly pushed Lin Zhan to the brink of despair, yet unexpected events always allowed Lin Zhan to escape.
Even the final battle, which nearly shattered Lin Zhan's Dao heart, did not prevent him from becoming a saint; it merely led him onto the path of sainthood.
However, Lin Zhan did not gain any advantage. The elite forces of the War God Temple he had assembled were destroyed, his mental state nearly shattered, becoming an eternal nightmare.
Curiosity about the gains of this life, Su Chen hurriedly summoned the Book of Reversal of Fate and began to peruse it.
In your seventh incarnation, you were born into a declining Holy Clan. You had a Nirvana Realm elder grandfather, were deeply loved, and possessed the innate Qian Yuan Physique. Even within the ancient clans, you were considered a top-tier genius. Your only flaw was that you inexplicably offended a person of great fortune, harboring an irreconcilable hatred for the person who stole your childhood sweetheart. Choosing to strike first, you began a campaign to eliminate this person of great fortune.
Unfortunately, despite your utmost caution, you still failed to kill them. You began to gain a higher status within the ancient clan, befriending the geniuses of the Northern Region, becoming a prominent figure of your era, until finally taking control of the ancient clan.
In the final battle, all your scheming shattered your enemy's spirit, yet you still succumbed to fate. There were no winners in this battle. Though you were merely a stepping stone, and even as time flows on and the ancient race vanishes into the annals of history, one person will forever remember you.
Rating: Blue Seven Stars
[Reversal Points: 7000]