Chapter 665: He Has Come

As the Second Hall finished speaking, the Wuji Sovereign's brows lifted slightly.

This Wuji Sovereign, who had shown almost no emotional fluctuations since his revival, looked at the Second Hall with some surprise, wondering what he was thinking.

"What you said is very good,

However, future matters can be thought about later... As long as I achieve immortality, I will have endless time to think about this problem."

The next moment, the Wuji Sovereign appeared before the Second Hall, the pair of scarlet Philosopher's Stones embedded in his brow like a pair of eyes that saw through everything.

"...Now, I need the Philosopher's Stone."

The Wuji Sovereign's palm reached gently toward the Second Hall's picture frame. His movement looked effortless, yet it was as fast as lightning and impossible to capture.

The Second Hall was an Eighth-Rank after all, so he wouldn't be instantly killed like the other Seventh-Ranks. Countless abstract shapes surged out from the picture frame, instantly drowning the Wuji Sovereign's figure!

At the same time, a thick ink-lightning bolt streaked across the sky, striking the Wuji Sovereign's position with precision!

BOOM—!!

Rolling smoke surged from the shattered abstract array. A picture frame flew backward like a meteor from the dust, one-third of it already converted into gold, and the abstract face within flickering on and off.

In just one exchange, the Second Hall was severely injured.

Lü Liangren was not afraid of the Wuji Sovereign. Gripping his eight-foot ink brush, he stomped his feet on the earth and rushed into the smoke like a cannonball, prepared to fight to the death.

But when he rushed into the smoke, he didn't see the Wuji Sovereign's figure. There were only two Philosopher's Stones embedded in the shattered earth, emitting a mysterious glow...

"This..."

Before Lü Liangren could speak, a massive human face made of earth emerged from below, followed by mountain-like hands and sky-piercing arms. In an instant, the earth shook!

A figure standing between heaven and earth rose from the depths of the earth... It didn't come from underground; it was the earth itself.

Lü Liangren could never have imagined that the Wuji Sovereign could fuse his body with the earth. Under the flickering of those two Philosopher's Stones, the Wuji Sovereign's consciousness had attached itself to this land. As long as the earth remained, Wuji would not die.

As the earth giant slowly stood up, its head even reached into the clouds. Its massive shadow was cast over the hollowed-out earth veins, and various strange rock layers were exposed to the air, as if this place no longer belonged to Earth.

At this moment, Lü Liangren and the Second Hall were incredibly small against the backdrop of the earth giant, like grains of sand.

"Is this... the power of the Ninth Rank?" Lü Liangren looked up at the scene and muttered to himself.

"No, this is not yet a complete Ninth Rank," the Second Hall stared fixedly at the two Philosopher's Stones on the earth giant's brow. "I'm afraid he separated a portion of his consciousness and injected it into this body... This might just be an avatar carrying a portion of the Nine Sovereigns' power."

"A portion? How much is a portion?"

"One-half, or... one-third?"

Just as the two were speaking, the earth giant slowly raised its arms. As its hands held a ball in the void, a portion of soil and sand began to gather toward the center, then visibly transformed into other substances. A scorching sun was outlined in front of the earth giant!

Unlike the miniature sun that had instantly killed Yang Muquan, this one was dozens of times larger!

It was a real sun born of nuclear fusion!

……

"What is that?"

Jian Changsheng suddenly pointed to the blinding light in the distance and asked.

The Twilight Society members stared at that direction, their expressions turning ugly...

"That wouldn't be..."

"It seems the Wuji Sovereign has truly come," Bai Ye said helplessly. "This time, the Red Dust Domain is in grave danger..."

"No way, can the Wuji Sovereign really hand-craft nuclear bombs? Then what's the point of playing? If he just tosses a few nuclear bombs out, the entire Red Dust Domain will be razed to the ground!" Jian Changsheng widened his eyes.

Hand-crafting nuclear bombs...

Although Chen Ling had long known that the Wuji Sovereign's ability was "Material Science," he didn't know much about it, nor did he know it could cause nuclear strikes out of thin air... Does this mean the attack on the Red Dust Domain back then might also have been related to the Wuji Sovereign?

Chen Ling was about to say something when his vision suddenly blurred, and he stumbled, nearly falling.

"Hearts, what's wrong?" Jian Changsheng saw this and was slightly startled.

Chen Ling's brow was furrowed tightly. He looked down at his fingertip. The red embroidery thread that had pierced his skin seemed to have burrowed into his body through the wound and vanished.

Fragments of broken images began to flash before his eyes from time to time, as if something were being poured into his consciousness.

It was a Suzhou-style residence covered in fallen flower petals.

Chen Ling had seen this courtyard in the Era Archive... It was Su Zhiwei's home.

He saw dense red embroidery threads covering every corner of the residence like a spiderweb, and at the end of these threads lay a beautiful figure amidst the flower petals...

Chen Ling couldn't see the person's face clearly, but he could be certain it was Su Zhiwei!

Chen Ling blinked, and the image shattered and vanished, replaced by Jian Changsheng's face... But when he blinked again, he was back in the residence full of embroidery threads, as if his consciousness were constantly switching between reality and falsehood.

At this moment, a figure appeared beside Su Zhiwei.

The image shattered. Chen Ling still couldn't see his face clearly, but as reality and illusion flickered, he vaguely saw the figure approaching him.

He stepped on the embroidery threads covering the ground, wearing simple cloth robes. Through the complex, intertwined threads, Chen Ling could occasionally see the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes; he seemed aged...

As he got closer and closer, Chen Ling finally saw his full appearance.

"You... how are you..." Chen Ling stared blankly at the weather-beaten, aged face, overlapping it with the youthful, energetic boy in his memory, and stood frozen in place.

"Long time... no see..."

"Chen... Ling..."

A voice that seemed to span time and space echoed in Chen Ling's ears.

He was like someone suddenly jolted awake from a dream. He saw the ruins and the confused Jian Changsheng again, his forehead already covered in sweat!

"Hey, no way? We're so far away, and you can still be hurt by the Wuji Sovereign?" Jian Changsheng scratched his head. "That explosion didn't even reach us..."

Chen Ling breathed heavily. As if he had sensed something, he looked sharply at the void above his head.

"...He has awakened. He has come."

"Who?"

"The leader of the Green God Path, the Chief of the Floating Life Painting." Chen Ling paused for a moment.

"...Yao Qing."