Chapter 214: Divine Son and Dao Venerable
In the dimly lit underground palace, the black mist coalesced into the Divine Son’s form. He looked at Chen Yin, a sinister glint in his eyes.
“…You actually found me.”
“You don’t seem surprised.”
Chen Yin grinned, summoning the Eternal Light Sword. “If you’re not surprised, it means you’re ready to face me, right?” His smile faded as he raised his sword. “This time… it’s your true body, isn’t it?”
The Divine Son glared at him.
As Chen Yin stepped forward, a shout echoed through the hall. “Don’t you dare touch the Divine Son!”
Divine Messenger Chenming lunged, his broadsword crashing down, amplified by his System’s power. He was confident in his System’s ability; this strike could cleave a mountain in two.
Chen Yin glanced at him sideways. “So you’re the one who hurt Sister Qiaoqiao?”
Chenming roared as he swung his sword, about to crush Chen Yin.
But the Eternal Light Sword had already pierced his throat.
Frozen mid-strike, his expression shifted from ferocity to shock, his mouth opening and closing silently as blood gurgled from the wound in his throat.
Chen Yin flicked his wrist, and Chenming’s body collapsed to the floor like a discarded ragdoll.
Chenming’s face was etched with disbelief. Even in death, he was probably wondering…
…Why?
Why wasn’t he affected by the System?
Chen Yin hadn’t even looked at him. The Eternal Light Sword had moved on its own, almost instinctively.
In a single moment, one of Shen Li’s strongest guardians, besides the Divine Son, was dead.
It happened so quickly that it was almost anticlimactic.
The Divine Son’s eye twitched as he witnessed Chenming’s death.
“…Why doesn’t Chenming’s System affect you? You’re not a Chosen One. Only Frost Moon Sword Immortal’s superior System can nullify other Systems.”
Chen Yin wiped the blood from his sword, a memory flashing through his mind.
One night, in Shen Shuanglian’s bedroom at the Mist Spirit Sect, two naked bodies were tangled in the sheets.
“Speaking of which, every Chosen One has a System ability, right? Yours is called the Protagonist System. What does it do?”
“It’s simple,” Shen Shuanglian had whispered, her lips pressed against his. “It nullifies the abilities of other Chosen Ones.”
…Such a simple and crude ability, perfect for a protagonist. Chen Yin had thought at the time.
“Is it powerful?”
“It’s only effective against Chosen Ones. Against anyone else, it’s useless.”
“But if the opponent is a Chosen One, then no matter what their ability is, it won’t affect me.”
“Different people, different uses.”
“Why do you ask?”
“I want to see how powerful this ‘protagonist’ really is.”
He had pulled her close, and Shen Shuanglian’s face had turned crimson.
“I-I give up…”
Recalling Shen Shuanglian’s flustered expression, Chen Yin felt a sense of smug satisfaction.
…I’ve even conquered the protagonist.
He grinned at the Divine Son.
“Too bad.”
“Shen Shuanglian is my wife.”
The Divine Son’s expression turned cold.
…He can use Shen Shuanglian’s System ability? How? But if that’s true, then my System is useless against him.
He slowly stood up, clapping his hands softly.
“As expected of Yu Ling’s disciple.”
“I don’t know how you’re able to use Shen Shuanglian’s System ability,”
“But I have to admit, you’re the biggest threat Shen Li has ever faced.”
“Without you, we would have already succeeded.”
His face twitched, and he gritted his teeth. “You’re good.”
“But do you really think you can defeat us alone, when even your Master couldn’t after all these years?”
Luo Qiaoqiao stared at them, and suddenly, the entire palace shook violently.
“What’s happening?”
“There’s a powerful presence… beneath us… It’s terrifying,” the System’s voice was grim.
Chen Yin frowned slightly.
The ground beneath their feet cracked, and a crimson light surged from the depths.
The Divine Son descended the steps, bathed in the blood-red light.
“You have no idea what you’re up against.”
“…It’s a god.” A sinister smile spread across his lips. “A true god.”
A blood-red mark, like a rune or a totem, appeared on his forehead, glowing with an intense heat.
At the same time, the ground beneath them transformed into a sea of blood, forming a massive, complex formation. Its aura was overwhelming, far beyond anything this world could withstand.
The moment it appeared, everything around them crumbled into dust.
The walls.
The pillars.
Even Chenming’s body.
Luo Qiaoqiao stared at the scene in horror, the world around her distorting and twisting.
Space and time seemed to shatter as the formation pulsed with power, the entire palace becoming a void.
And all that power, channeled through the formation, converged upon the Divine Son.
His body floated in the air, his aura growing more powerful and ethereal, like the vast expanse of the heavens.
“HAHAHAHA!”
He spread his arms wide, reveling in his newfound power.
“You’re lucky. This was a trump card left behind by the Dao Venerable, meant for your Master. But now, you get to experience true despair before she does.”
Luo Qiaoqiao looked at him, her heart filled with a primal fear.
Even the System’s voice trembled. “This… isn’t good. Run! I can’t save you this time!”
It was the first time she had heard fear in its voice.
As if it was instinctively terrified of the Divine Son.
Chen Yin also sensed the ominous aura emanating from the formation. He looked up, his gaze fixed on the Divine Son.
After a moment, the energy stabilized, all the power concentrated within the Divine Son’s body.
He tilted his head, savoring the power.
“Is this the true power of a god?”
“We were right all along!”
His eyes glowed with a manic intensity. “By following the Dao Venerable’s will, we will achieve immortality!”
He laughed triumphantly and said, his voice booming through the chamber:
“Chen Yin!”
“You will be the first sacrifice to our divine power!”
He took a step forward.
Instantly, the space around Chen Yin compressed, collapsing into an endless black hole.
The crushing pressure was even greater than that of the Wu Xuan Ancestor, making Chen Yin raise an eyebrow.
“…He’s even stronger than that old turtle.”
“What exactly is behind this Shen Li?”
He didn’t have time to ponder the meaning of “Dao Venerable.”
He knew that if he didn’t take this seriously…
…he might actually die.
He slowly raised his Eternal Light Sword.
The scroll in his chest glowed faintly, the statue and the crystal skull within its space resonating with his sword.
An ancient, primordial aura emanated from the blade,
An aura of time and power, like a layer of gold leaf.
The Divine Son’s confident smile faltered as he sensed the power emanating from Chen Yin’s sword.
…It was comparable to his own.
“My Second Sword can even slay an Immortal.”
Chen Yin’s hair whipped around his face as he gripped his sword, its aura intensifying.
“And you, a self-proclaimed god, are no exception.”
The Eternal Light Sword blazed, a meteor streaking through the darkness.
Chen Yin’s robes billowed in the wind, his sword imbued with the boundless power of the Dao.
“Break!”
The sword light pierced through the darkness, striking the Divine Son.
“Boom!”
Outside the underground palace, in Yunlin City…
A massive wave suddenly crashed against the harbor, the tranquil waters erupting in chaos.
Countless mortals watched in horror as the sea parted, revealing the dry seabed, the chasm refusing to close.
A brilliant sword light, like a full moon, rose from the depths.
A furious roar echoed through the air:
“Impossible!”
“This is the Dao Venerable’s power! Even your Master can’t withstand it! How can you?!”
Another swift sword strike answered him, cleaving another chasm in the seabed.
A figure fled in terror.
“Chen Yin! This isn’t over!”
“For defying the Dao Venerable, everyone in this world will pay!”
Under the light of the moon, Chen Yin stood there, his sword in one hand, his other arm around Luo Qiaoqiao, watching as the Divine Son’s figure disappeared into the distance.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
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