233: wake up!

In the Shenguang Empire, at its former location, space trembled slightly, and a vast desert appeared.

Appearing at the same time was a moral man whose eyes glowed with a bloody light.

"Golden Phase Realm Seventh Stage..."

The moral man murmured to himself, then, without using demonic power,

He unleashed a punch with pure physical strength.

The space in front of him shattered like glass, revealing a large hole.

The shattered space tried to repair itself, but it seemed as if something was hindering it.

The power of space repair and a certain power were in a stalemate, canceling each other out.

After a long while, the power hindering space repair was completely nullified, and the shattered space slowly healed.

The moral man was naturally Chen De, for who else but Chen De could be so moral?

Looking at the changes in the space before him, Chen De then looked at his fist.

From the perspective of power, this punch was already close to the level of Chen De using demonic power, but its actual destructive force was still far inferior.

Body cultivation focuses on being impervious to all methods and breaking all methods with a single force.

It is about using the purest power to break everything.

Chen De's current body cultivation realm had reached the Golden Phase Realm Seventh Stage.

Two more steps forward, and he would reach the peak of the Golden Phase Realm.

At that time, with the combination of the dual systems, Chen De's combat power would undoubtedly experience a leap.

His current body cultivation realm was still far inferior to his demon cultivation realm.

It couldn't provide much help to Chen De.

Moreover, there was still the third system, which was also a major consumer of attribute points.

Looking at the desert below, Chen De knew that this was far from enough, far from enough...

Next, it was time to find the next target.

...

"Bastard!"

In a desolate and lifeless place, a Black-Robed Figure was venting his anger.

The area was filled with purplish-red light beams, carrying a vast amount of malice and destructive aura.

Therefore, no living beings existed there apart from him.

Although there wasn't a single cloud in the sky above this region, and it was midday,

The place was dark and gloomy, filled with an aura of death.

The Black-Robed Figure stood there, unleashing terrifying attacks one after another.

After fighting for a while, the Black-Robed Figure stopped his movements.

Beneath the black robe, his appearance was unclear, and his expression was indistinguishable.

He looked up at the sky, which was filled with spatial cracks of various sizes.

He gazed silently, and his consciousness began to ponder.

This time, he lost.

Since the Eight Ancestor Zhan Tian, this was his first true defeat.

He was defeated head-on by a person, someone who appeared out of nowhere.

How was this possible?

In such an imperfect world, how could such a strong person still be born?

Was he an extraterrestrial visitor?

But the most crucial thing was that, in his perception, the other party was indeed a genuine, native inhabitant of the Heaven Dome Continent.

The Black-Robed Figure had no doubt about his judgment; no one could deceive him in this regard.

And this was what puzzled the Black-Robed Figure the most.

Could it be that after so many tens of thousands of years, the world had already developed to a degree unknown even to him?

This was only a short million years!

Fortunately, his plan was still progressing smoothly.

It wouldn't be long before he could return to Ancestor Realm cultivation.

Wasn't a million years of meticulous planning for everything that was about to happen?

It's just that now, a variable seemed to have appeared, and his current power was not enough to resolve this variable, so...

A terrifying suction force emanated from the Black-Robed Figure.

The suction force absorbed the purplish-red light beams scattered throughout the area into his body.

Each purplish-red light beam that entered the Black-Robed Figure's body increased his aura by a fraction.

Under the effect of the suction force, countless purplish-red light beams were distorted and surged towards him.

The aura of the Black-Robed Figure was also rapidly rising.

When all the purplish-red light beams in this place had surged into the Black-Robed Figure's body,

The Black-Robed Figure's aura had reached an extremely terrifying level.

After all this was over, the Black-Robed Figure moved, and he took a step.

With one step, he was a thousand miles away.

And in the distance between the Black-Robed Figure's original position and where he stepped.

Dense, tiny spatial cracks appeared.

On the original spot, a phantom of the Black-Robed Figure remained.

These tiny spatial cracks should have healed the moment they appeared.

But in the special environment of this place, they were all preserved.

And this also meant that the Black-Robed Figure had relied on pure speed just now, not spatial displacement.

...

Darkness, everywhere was darkness.

Lin Zhao's consciousness seemed to be immersed in endless darkness.

At this moment, a glimmer of light emerged from the darkness, illuminating the dark world.

"Wake up, don't sleep!"

"If you want to go, then go. You're grown up now."

"If you really can't hold on, then come back. Whatever happens, your father will bear it for you."

"The three-year pact, father believes you can win."

...

"Disciple, isn't my cultivation technique awesome?"

"Don't worry, with my guidance, you're guaranteed to win the three-year pact!"

"Good disciple, it's time for us to go. The path of a strong person is lonely."

"Lin Zhao, you can definitely become the most peak cultivator on the Heaven Dome Continent."

...

"Zhao'er, Zhao'er, wake up quickly!"

"Zhao'er, you're sleeping in again."

...

In a daze, Lin Zhao seemed to hear the voices of her father, mother, and master.

Her father still had that serious look, but his eyes were full of love.

Her master was still as usual, urging her to cultivate, bickering with her, and sometimes getting so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes widened.

And her mother, her long-dead mother, her gentle appearance reappeared before her eyes.

"Go quickly!"

Suddenly, the scene in her mind turned blood-red.

An ordinary-looking old man with blood-red eyes stared coldly at him.

He stood behind her master, one hand reaching for her master's illusory body.

And her master was in that hysterical, roaring state.

He was roaring, pushing her, telling her to leave quickly.

Then, she saw the old man's other hand reaching out to her.

She wanted to resist, wanted to struggle, but found she couldn't move at all.

She could only watch helplessly as that blood-colored, somewhat claw-like hand grabbed her.

The next moment, the scene before her shattered, like a mirror, breaking into pieces.

Then, her eyes completely plunged into darkness.

Vaguely, she also heard a familiar, piercing scream.

And the sudden, pervasive, tearing pain in her body.

Immersed in darkness, Lin Zhao heard a call again.

"Wake up, wake up quickly!"

This time, Lin Zhao finally had the strength to open her eyes.

Her eyes slightly opened, and what met them was a blurry, dazzling light.

Gradually, the scene before her became clearer.