Chapter 118: Witness of the Era (15)
Su Chen returned to the Wang family and informed them of everything concerning Wang Yunfei and the God-Slaying Hall.
With the Wang family's influence, it did not take long to gather intelligence from across the stars. The God-Slaying Hall was a supreme power that had long since set foot on the Path of Ascension. It had been founded by a group of prodigies with grand ambitions, and in its history, two Emperors who once reigned over the cosmos had emerged from its ranks.
The hall had five hall masters in total, each a renowned top-tier prodigy on the Path of Ascension. Some were invincible figures of the current era; others were ancient existences who had once contended with Great Emperors of old, only to be defeated and seal themselves away for generation after generation. These were no mere regional hegemons like those who claimed invincibility within the Heavenly Profound Domain. The monsters of the God-Slaying Hall had truly clashed with Great Emperors on the Dao.
Su Chen narrowed his eyes. According to the intelligence, one of the Hall's hall masters bore the name Lin Zhan. Although Wang Yunfei had not killed Lin Zhan, he had slain another ancient monster who had revived in this great era—one who, with a sacred body, had defied a Saint King. Amid the hall's encirclement and pursuit, Wang Yunfei had escaped unscathed.
Still, the Wang family felt no real concern.
The Emperor Palace had already begun to move against the God-Slaying Hall. Prodigies who had once walked the Path of Ascension were taking action. A power that had given birth to Emperors possessed depths far beyond ordinary understanding, and that road held its own share of monsters who had contended with Great Emperors.
"So they want to use my life to force Wang Yunfei out… Lin Zhan's doing?"
Su Chen had never imagined that the once open-hearted, fortune-favored Lin Zhan—unable to hide even the smallest thought—would one day grow so ruthless. Yet he felt no regret. Facing this cold, merciless, anything-goes version of Lin Zhan, Su Chen felt like he was regarding a piece of artwork he had meticulously carved himself. He had utterly destroyed everything Lin Zhan once possessed. In this contest against a child of destiny that had stretched across millennia, neither had truly lost, and neither had truly won.
Su Chen returned to seclusion. In other eras, the Nirvana realm would mark one as a true powerhouse, but in this golden great era, anyone short of a Saint was nothing more than an ant.