Chương 134: Deity in the Martial World (Part 10)

Everyone stared in utter disbelief at the scene unfolding before them. A single finger. That god-like figure—its every trace—was erased from existence. The vast spatial fissure that had torn from sky to earth simply vanished, as though nothing had ever happened. The sheer terror of the sight gripped every throat like an invisible hand. Silence reigned absolute.

"Transaction… complete…" A low murmur from an ancient era echoed in Su Chen's mind. In the next instant, he lost consciousness.... When Su Chen awoke again, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. He sensed the condition of his body and gave a wry inner smile. The deal with the Martial Spirit within him had been fulfilled—it had acted once on his behalf. The price: a full quarter of his lifespan, and a quarter of the Heaven-Covering Divine Body's potential, permanently lost.

Soon he learned he had been transported from the capital to the imperial capital. After this battle, Su Chen was hailed as the peerless weapon capable of slaying deities—the highest state secret of Longxia. With the full resources of Longxia at his disposal, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. Yet he knew that liberating all living beings of this world from their cage could never be accomplished by him alone.

He fused the cultivation methods of the Heavenly Profound Domain with the paths of this world, creating a system perfectly suited for its inhabitants. The new method spread rapidly throughout Longxia. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. Su Chen's cultivation broke through from the Void Refining realm to the Nirvana realm.

"My lifespan… is still reduced to a quarter." Even after reaching the Nirvana realm, he discovered his remaining lifespan was only one-fourth of what a normal Nirvana cultivator should possess. Over those ten years, countless Heavenly Rifts and Earthly Rifts across Longxia had been suppressed one after another.

"Commander, a deep abyss fissure has appeared in Dianxi Country. Dianxi Country has already fallen. Observation confirms a world ruled by a deity has torn open the rift and descended into ours." Long Tianxing rushed in the moment he received news of Su Chen's emergence. A second race with a Saint overseeing it had arrived. Su Chen nodded calmly. He had long known a single Saint would not be the end of it. Yet the laws of this world still did not permit a Saint to walk freely for long periods.

He told everyone to remain calm. To the people of Longxia, Su Chen was their stabilizing pillar. As long as he stood, no disaster was insurmountable. A hundred years passed. Many nations had already fallen. Though Longxia had no Saint of its own, it possessed legendary ancient saint artifacts. When those artifacts fully awakened, even Saints were forced to retreat temporarily. One day, endless thunder converged above Longxia, tearing through the darkness.

A figure ripped space apart with one hand and stood bathed in lightning. Saints from beyond the realm sensed the tribulation and launched an all-out assault on the imperial capital. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Ancient saint weapons awakened. One after another, the hidden powerhouses entrusted with those weapons perished—sacrificing their lives to buy Su Chen time. In the end, Su Chen did not disappoint. He successfully broke through to the Saint realm.

A hundred-plus years to reach Saint—such a speed was unthinkable even in the Heavenly Profound Domain. After his breakthrough, Su Chen stood alone against more than ten Saints and did not fall behind.

"This era actually produced a variable like you!" One demonic Saint roared with bitter unwillingness.

"What is your purpose in coming here?" Su Chen's cold gaze swept across his many enemies. The ancient word 'Battle' hovered above his head, radiant and resplendent, scattering boundless scriptures. Even freshly ascended to Saint realm, he held the upper hand against a dozen veteran Saints.... After months of brutal warfare, Su Chen finally slew two of the Saints. The remaining eight fled in panic, retreating back into the depths of the Demon Abyss.

In Longxia, Su Chen imparted the insights he had gained from breaking through to the Saint realm to numerous Nirvana-realm powerhouses who had long been stuck at that bottleneck. Perhaps one day in the future, some of them would succeed in crossing that threshold and become new pillars of Longxia. To uncover the truth of this world and put an end to the Heavenly Rifts once and for all, Su Chen set out alone for the Demon Abyss. Deep within the Demon Abyss, an ancient aura permeated everything.

Su Chen beheld countless worlds scattered below like grains of sand in the Ganges.

"Forbidden zones… this is a forbidden zone that has never appeared before!" He was shocked to the core. A forbidden zone that imprisoned entire worlds—trapping the myriad races, sustaining itself through primitive sacrifices. The living beings of countless worlds served as renewable blood bags—cut down generation after generation, harvested again and again in an eternal, unchanging cycle!

What kind of existence possessed the power to orchestrate such a grand scheme, penning all living creatures and perpetuating cycle after cycle across endless ages? Su Chen walked deeper into the Demon Abyss. How vast was this place? It resembled an independent cosmos, boundless and without end. Ten years. A hundred years. A thousand years. He encountered many Saint-level powerhouses of the Demon Abyss.

He came to understand that this place harbored countless ancient beings—even the legendary Supremes numbered more than could be counted on two hands. They were the true masters of the Demon Abyss. Here, the law was simple: the strong devoured the weak. Supremes consumed all life to replenish their vitality, living from one era to the next.

"These Supremes have hidden themselves far too well!" Su Chen felt the difficulty of his task deepen. He returned briefly to Longxia, erased every trace of his presence, then ventured once more into the deepest reaches of the Demon Abyss—alone. Two thousand years passed. Su Chen's cultivation reached the peak of the Saint King realm. Yet even at the peak of Saint King, he knew he still fell short. He began searching the Demon Abyss for an opportunity to break through.

For three hundred years, he searched in vain for that fated chance. Instead, he encountered a familiar face.

"You are… a descendant of Long Tianxing?" Su Chen looked at the young man whose features carried a faint echo of the past. The youth had charged into the Demon Abyss and slain a Saint of this place with overwhelming force! A Saint King powerhouse from one of the Demon Abyss worlds was roused and moved to kill him. At the critical moment, Su Chen intervened.

"Senior… who are you? You knew my ancestor?" The young man stared in bewilderment at the peerless powerhouse who had emerged from the depths of the Demon Abyss—someone who apparently recognized his forefather. The Saint King's expression darkened.

"You killed my junior clansman. Blood must be repaid in blood!" Su Chen slapped down with one palm.

"Shut up." The Saint King's body shattered. The demonic Saint King's face twisted in horror. Without looking back, he fled at full speed. Su Chen did not pursue. The young man suddenly seemed to realize something. His voice trembled with shock.

"You are… the Guardian Deity Ancestor—the Commander Jiang Chen of legend!" Su Chen smiled faintly without denying it. The youth's face flushed with uncontrollable excitement. After thousands of years, to stand before a figure from myth and legend—it filled him with exhilaration beyond words.

"Senior Jiang, my name is Long Gu. My ancestor once said you were the living myth of Longxia, that you must still be alive… Old Ancestor Tianxing's greatest wish was for me to follow in your footsteps." Long Gu had obeyed Long Tianxing's dying command and traced Su Chen's path all the way to the Demon Abyss. Su Chen let out a soft sigh. Three thousand years had passed. Most of his old acquaintances were probably gone....