Chapter 346: The Main God Space (2)

Su Chen woke up. His eyes widened in shock. He was lying inside a blood-colored coffin. The coffin still carried a lingering stench of blood and stood half-open.

Su Chen sat up abruptly. The blood-colored coffin floated above a short mountain peak, bound by eight thick chains. The other ends of the chains anchored to eight taller peaks. At first glance, the scene appeared ordinary. Blue skies, white clouds, birdsong, and fragrant flowers created a perfect paradise.

Yet in Su Chen's eyes, the placement of those eight peaks formed a terrifying grand formation. Even by his standards from the previous life, it ranked among the most powerful arrays, far beyond what ordinary True Immortals could arrange.

Su Chen's heart sank.

How could one hundred thousand points of family background involve a True Immortal?

He carefully recalled the experiences of this life.

He had been born into the Zhao family in Heavenly Eastern Dao Province, a declining Emperor clan.

Strangely, he had been unable to cultivate from a young age. His parents died early, leaving him with only an old servant. His life had been bleak and miserable.

Su Chen frowned.

What about all those qualification points?

Something was wrong.

He discovered another set of memories in his mind.

In those memories, he came from a world without cultivators—a completely ordinary office worker. One day, he won a million-dollar lottery and thought his life would improve. But the moment he stepped out of the lottery station, a bolt of heavenly lightning struck him and transported him to this world, where his memories merged with those of Zhao Chen.

The ordinary man's name had also been Zhao Chen.

The situation reeked of manipulation.

Su Chen narrowed his eyes. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

At that moment, the clear sky for thousands of miles suddenly filled with dense dark clouds. Thunder rumbled as purple lightning flashed, carrying an overwhelming heavenly wrath that chilled the soul.

Countless cultivators watched the scene in terror. If such a dreadful tribulation struck, even a saint would perish.

"Is this tribulation aimed at me?" Su Chen wondered.

His heart jolted. He sensed a terrifying force locking onto him from the void.

Damn it, it really was coming for him.

Since when did heavenly tribulations cross worlds to arrest people?

Su Chen had not forgotten that he currently possessed only mortal strength. Damn this thieving heaven!

The rolling thunder converged in an instant, pouring down like a heavenly river. A purple pillar of light engulfed the world.

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Su Chen was surprised to find that he had not died.

The moment the tribulation fell, a mysterious power had teleported him away.

He now stood in a medium-sized room containing forty-nine other people. Including himself, there were fifty in total.

"Why am I here..." he muttered.

Although this was his first time in this place, it felt familiar.

The Main God Hall.

While dealing with the Transmigrator Alliance in his previous life, his Immortal Alliance had also interacted frequently with the Main God Hall. Based on the nature of transmigration, he should have become a transmigrator in this life, received attention from the Transmigrator Alliance, gained a system, and risen to power. So why had he arrived in the Main God Hall instead?

Among the forty-nine others, a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat, black sunglasses, and a katana at his waist looked at Su Chen in surprise. It was rare for the Main God Space to insert someone mid-way, especially when the mission was about to begin.

Could this newcomer possess enough strength to complete the beginner task?

"Who is he? Didn't the boss say only we would participate in this instance?" a thin young man in tattered hemp clothes whispered.

The rest of the men and women turned their gazes toward Sun Wang, clearly regarding him as their leader.

Sun Wang shook his head. "I don't know who he is either. This is the first time I've encountered something like this. But I do know that when the Main God Hall makes this kind of arrangement, it's never good news. Your beginner mission this time might become much more difficult because of his arrival. That's one of the Main God Hall's unwritten rules."

The others' expressions shifted at Sun Wang's words, their faces showing varying degrees of unease.

"Boss… you're joking, right?" The thin young man in hemp clothes swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "Even the most ordinary instance has a ninety percent death rate. If we run into a harder beginner instance, how are any of us supposed to survive?"

Clearly, before Su Chen's arrival, the others had already learned the rules of the Main God Space.

Inside the Main God Hall, anyone who passed the beginner test would become a member. Wealth, status, and even immortality would no longer be mere dreams. Although the death rate for beginner instances was extremely high—ninety percent for ordinary ones, according to Sun Wang—only four or five out of their group of forty-eight might survive even the easiest mission.

Despite the high mortality, the temptation of gaining power in another world made it bearable. After all, who didn't want to defy fate and change their lives?

They had personally witnessed the man who called himself the Main God Space's envoy swing a blade that released several meters of sword qi. Such power defied natural laws. With strength like that, wealth, power, beautiful women, and status in their original world would be within easy reach.

Of course, that was only if they faced an ordinary instance.

A difficult-level beginner instance, however, carried a near one hundred percent death rate.

Several people turned hateful gazes toward Su Chen.

"Whoever kills him can sleep with me tonight," a heavily made-up woman suddenly cried out. Despite the thick cosmetics, her golden wavy hair, pretty face, voluptuous figure, and seductive black stockings stirred the desires of several hot-blooded young men. Their eyes roamed over her without restraint.

Deep in the woman's eyes, however, hid a trace of mockery.

"Kid, you heard her. You came at a really bad time," one man said.

"If we kill you now, we can save the other forty-eight lives. You won't even go to hell. Instead, you'll earn boundless merit!"

A burly, bald man with a fierce build stepped forward. His eyes gleamed with murderous intent, and the runes covering his body made others instinctively lower their heads.

Su Chen watched the farce unfold. In his eyes, only the middle-aged man in the black trench coat qualified as a true martial artist. The rest were ordinary people. Even the man in the black trench coat had only reached the peak of the ninth layer of Spirit Gathering.

A low-level instance. Perfect. Su Chen loved low-level instances.

Seeing Su Chen remain completely calm, as if the scene before him had no effect, a flash of surprise crossed Sun Wang's eyes. "Looks like we've got quite an impressive newcomer this time."

Facing hostility from the entire group and a life-or-death crisis, one either possessed strong trump cards, possessed exceptional mental fortitude, or was simply a fool.

Anyone specially inserted by the Main God Space mid-way was clearly no fool. That left the other two options, neither of which was easy to provoke.

Having tested the waters, Sun Wang recognized that Su Chen was no ordinary person and felt the urge to recruit him.

He shouted at the others, "Stop! Have you forgotten the rules I told you? If you want to die, I won't stop you!"