Chapter 1844: The Seven Dukes

A smile appeared on Chen Ling's lips.

More than three hundred years ago, Chen Ling had already broken his promise once, which almost caused the version of him from nine years ago to have a mental breakdown... But this time, he did not break his promise again.

Even though the process was arduous and dangerous, this promise, separated by hundreds of years, finally came to a close at this moment.

"How much time has passed... why haven't I... aged yet?"

Su Zhiwei finally began to observe her own body, a flash of confusion in her eyes.

During the Great Cataclysm, after she blocked the missile for the Red Dust base, she was forcibly put back into a deep sleep by Ying Fu. Without the serum, she had thought she would simply grow old and die... She never expected that she would have a day to open her eyes again.

"More than three hundred years have passed." Chen Ling answered briefly. "You haven't aged because Yao Qing has been using embroidered threads all these years to help you overcome time."

Su Zhiwei froze in place.

More than three hundred years... ?

Chen Ling's two short sentences contained too much information; Su Zhiwei's brain couldn't react for a moment. Then, Chen Ling raised his finger and pointed to the corner of the courtyard:

"He hid himself when he saw you wake up... go and see him."

"He..."

"Has always missed you."

Su Zhiwei followed Chen Ling's finger and saw that a room in the corner of the courtyard had been silently closed. A few drops of scarlet blood had bloomed on the path before entering the door, as if one could imagine a certain figure vomiting blood while stumbling to hide himself within.

"Yao Qing..."

Su Zhiwei climbed up without hesitation and rushed toward that room.

Chen Ling did not follow; he did not intend to disturb this time that belonged to Su Zhiwei and Yao Qing... He stood in the courtyard and slowly turned to look at the distant sky.

Several surging Demigod auras were approaching rapidly!

His expression turned serious immediately.

……

Rip—!!!

Blood splattered, a severed arm fell from the air, and Eunuch Zuo gritted his teeth, his figure retreating repeatedly in the air.

Infinitely extending red threads danced at Liu Qingyan's fingertips, her cold eyes watching Eunuch Zuo as if looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"How is it possible..." Eunuch Zuo spoke in disbelief. "How can you be so strong?"

"When I ascended to Tier 8, you weren't even born... what do you think?"

Liu Qingyan responded lightly.

Eunuch Zuo: ...

Liu Qingyan was not only from the world of the Fifth Generation, but after the world restarted, she had experienced more than three hundred years of time. She was no genius of the Prostitute Divine Path, but after such a long period of precipitation, her strength had already reached a terrifying level.

She had no Divine Path self-verification; she ascended to a Tier 9 Demigod purely because the ancient treasure of the Prostitute Path, which could freeze the human body and time, could at most affect Tier 8...

If she ascended to Demigod, she would never be able to resist time by freezing herself, nor could she wait for Chen Ling's return.

Of course, now that Chen Ling had returned, she no longer needed to freeze herself, but in this era, the Demigod position of the Prostitute Divine Path had already been occupied.

Eunuch Zuo took a deep breath, his brain working rapidly. Just as he was thinking about how to deal with this thorny woman, seven Demigod pressures flashed from afar!

嗡——！！！

The moment these Demigod pressures appeared, the Red Dust Prison in the midst of the melee fell into silence... Whether it was the defenders, the Twilight Society, the Fire Tamperers, or the Fuser Faction, they were all stunned by the terrifying pressure and stopped their actions.

Demigods were already above all living beings, let alone the overlapping auras of seven Demigods?

"All seven Dukes have made their move... could it be that the Red Dust Lord has awakened?"

Eunuch Zuo saw the Dukes descend, feeling a slight relief in his heart, but then his expression became even more serious.

According to their original expectations, even if Chen Ling really wanted to take the Twilight Society to wreak havoc on the Red Dust Prison, they would be as steady as Mount Tai with the current defenders and three Dukes... But they didn't expect things to actually develop to this point.

Fortunately, His Majesty had the foresight to hide seven Dukes outside the Red Dust Prison, waiting for orders. They would be the final force to crush everything. Whether it was Chen Ling or Yao Qing, even with the Red Dust Lord Su Zhiwei added, they could be suppressed with absolute strength.

The seven figures did not stay in the chaotic Red Dust Prison for even a moment, but flew directly across the firmament toward the swaying little flower...

In their eyes, these messy enemies outside posed no threat at all; the enemies they truly needed to kill and suppress were in the Red Dust Domain.

After the seven Dukes' figures disappeared into the horizon, Eunuch Zuo turned back, his gaze falling on Liu Qingyan.

"No matter who the Chen Ling you follow is... and no matter what you want to do, with the seven Dukes making their move, he is destined to have no way out."

"If you take the Twilight Society people and break out of the Red Dust Prison now, you might still have a chance to survive."

With the seven Dukes backing him up, Eunuch Zuo returned to a calm tone, as if the outcome of this battle was already set.

Whoosh—!!

Eunuch Zuo's face turned pale, and he retreated several steps again.

On the earth where he had just been standing, a bottomless chasm had been split open, deep and terrifying... If he had been even half a second slower, he would likely have been slashed in two.

"The Twilight Society has no deserters." Red threads danced at Liu Qingyan's fingertips, and she spoke expressionlessly.

"Besides... what of seven Demigods?"

"Who will win the deer is yet to be known."

……

"Yao Qing..."

In the dim room, Su Zhiwei saw the old figure sitting alone on the bed, covered in wounds, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Su Zhiwei was stunned for a long time, unable to connect the Yao Qing before her with the carefree boy in her memory. Chen Ling's words just now flashed through her mind, and Su Zhiwei's fists clenched involuntarily...

In Yao Qing's eyes, the figure with white clothes and long hair, still in her prime, was clearly reflected, and a bitter smile appeared on his face:

"...Sister Zhiwei."

"You..."

Su Zhiwei stepped forward, her trembling fingertips gently rubbing Yao Qing's cheek, her eyes red. "How... how did you become like this? What exactly happened back then?"

Yao Qing gave a bitter smile and told the whole story, from beginning to end.

"Ying... Fu!!!"

Su Zhiwei almost growled the name.

The aura of a Nine Monarch level vibrated in the room, and surging killing intent overflowed crazily from Su Zhiwei's eyes. Her chest heaved violently; since Yao Qing had known her, he had never seen her look so angry.

"The wounds on your body now... were they also caused by his people?" Su Zhiwei clenched her fists.

Yao Qing opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to persuade Su Zhiwei not to do anything for him; the situation outside was chaotic and dangerous, and he just wanted to stay with Su Zhiwei...

But after a long silence, he nodded:

"...Yes."

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One more chapter, a little late.