Chapter 349: The Main God Space (5)

Su Chen sensed an aura that exceeded the limits this world should possess. It piqued his interest. Normally, such power belonged only to the highest planes.

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At the same time, in a desolate wilderness.

"Pah! In this chaotic world where life is as cheap as grass, who are you pretending to be a good person for?"

A lean, scar-faced man spat on the corpse lying on the ground.

He looked at the bodies of many of his "brothers" scattered around.

The scar-faced man waved his hand.

"Carry them all back and process them cleanly. We'll have enough food to survive this winter."

His subordinates immediately stepped forward, hoisting the corpses onto horseback one by one. Their eyes were numb—this scene had long become routine for them.

Surviving in this era was already difficult enough. They had no room to think about morality.

They were nothing more than a band of bandits.

"What a shame. Those four still got away..." the scar-faced man thought with regret.

They had originally targeted the four ordinary people, but two martial artists had appeared midway and tried to make them release the group.

Under normal circumstances, the scar-faced man would not have wanted to provoke such experts.

But winter was approaching. Without enough food, none of them would survive. Whether for his brothers or others, they needed sufficient supplies to keep more people alive.

"Boss… there's still a child here..." a thin man suddenly cried out.

They had found a little girl sleeping under a tree. She looked as delicate as a porcelain doll, completely untouched by the filth and chaos of the world.

She was the child the two "heroes" had been protecting.

"Kill her," the scar-faced man ordered coldly.

The others dared not disobey. Someone stepped forward with a blade, reluctance flickering in his numb eyes, but he still swung down without hesitation.

Just as blood was about to splatter, the little girl opened her eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

They held no emotion whatsoever.

The moment they opened, color drained from the surroundings, leaving only black-and-white ink-wash tones.

The descending blade halted inches from the girl's face, unable to advance even half a step. Everyone remained frozen in their original positions. Time itself seemed to have stopped.

When everything returned to normal, the scar-faced man witnessed the most horrifying scene.

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The dozen or so brothers surrounding the little girl had transformed into withered, aged corpses lying on the ground. The terrifying sight sent a chill through the scar-faced man. He screamed in terror.

"Monster… It's a monster!"

This scene completely surpassed his understanding. The surviving bandits around him panicked and turned to flee.

As they tried to escape, they suddenly saw a white-clothed man appear like a ghost, moving with the wind.

"To be born with mastery over the laws of life and death—truly rare," the white-clothed man murmured. He was Su Chen. He had rushed over the moment he sensed the disturbance.

Innate mastery over the laws of life and death was an extremely rare talent even in the Heavenly Gang Immortal Domain. Such a heaven-defying prodigy appeared only once every few eras and had a slim chance of becoming an immortal.

Yet such a genius had appeared in this lower realm with thin spiritual Qi.

The scar-faced man discovered in horror that his body could no longer move.

In the next second, as if melting like snow, he and the others vanished neatly from the spot.

Su Chen looked at the little girl, who appeared to be seven or eight years old.

Her cold, indifferent eyes turned toward him, now filled with vigilance.

This person was very dangerous!

"Rest assured, I mean you no harm," Su Chen said with a gentle expression as he looked at the vigilant little girl.

Good. She was not some old monster reincarnated.

Sensing the goodwill Su Chen released, the wariness in the little girl's eyes gradually faded. Her face showed exhaustion. Leaning against the dead tree, she fell asleep directly.

Su Chen murmured, "The source of life and death is incomplete. She is not the offspring of a supreme deity… Yet a variable has truly appeared in this lower realm. Very well. Consider this a good karmic connection."

With his current comprehension and experience, even if he could not achieve immortality through the path of life and death, creating a cultivation method that led straight to the Emperor Lord realm was not difficult.

Su Chen pointed casually.

In her sleep, the little girl felt countless profound and obscure memories appear in her mind. The uncontrolled power of life and death slowly merged with her small body as she sank deeper into slumber.

Su Chen had not given her a technique that led directly to the Emperor Lord level. The method he created could only be cultivated up to the Nirvana realm. The path beyond that, she would have to walk on her own.

Success would bring limitless prospects. Failure would mean death and the end of her Dao.

To Su Chen, this was merely an interesting encounter. He had casually granted her an opportunity. If it bore fruit in the future, that would be ideal. If not, there was no loss.

In a hazy daze, Gongsun Ling sensed the figure of a mysterious young man growing fainter in her mind, leaving only one sentence echoing:

"If you can reach the end, the next time we meet, I will not mind granting you another great fortune."

Su Chen casually set up a protective array to guard Gongsun Ling through her final transformation, then left directly. His cultivation had already broken through to the Spirit Gathering realm. With Spirit Gathering realm strength, he could employ many techniques. He was now unrivaled in the mortal world and feared nothing.

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"Lord… something terrible has happened!"

Inside a dimly lit, luxurious palace filled with antique elegance, beautiful women danced and sang. At the highest seat sat a shifty-eyed man with a greedy green glint in his eyes. He held a scantily clad woman in his arms.

Accompanied by a panicked voice, a bloodied soldier burst through the doors and stumbled inside. The scene startled the surrounding beauties. The air in the hall froze.

The smile on the face of the man seated above slowly disappeared. Everyone in the great hall fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

The intruding soldier spoke in terror, "My lord, someone has broken in! The soldiers cannot hold them back, and even the experts we raised are no match for him!"

Before he could finish, the soldier touched his neck. An expression of disbelief appeared on his face as he stared at the so-called "lord."

Blood sprayed. A pitch-black dagger appeared in the shifty-eyed man's hand. Fresh blood still clung to the blade, but within a few breaths, it vanished completely as if it had never existed.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

The shifty-eyed man was one of the Twelve Divine Artifact Envoys of the Great Yin Dynasty. He wielded the Nether Erosion Fang and guarded a vast territory for the dynasty.

He narrowed his eyes.

At the open entrance of the hall, a striking white figure slowly walked in. His shadow stretched endlessly behind him...