416: Journey to the Realm of the Gods

"I have a story, I wonder if you are interested in hearing it?" Old Daoist Master said in a flat tone.

"Senior, I have been quite busy lately, and I am not very interested in listening to stories," Yang Lingchen said.

"My temper is not very good. If I were to strike with this palm, the Lingchen Divine Kingdom and your loved ones would completely disappear from this world."

A flash of sinister coldness crossed Old Daoist Master's eyes.

His wrinkled palm, carrying a wisp of ice-blue flame, gave off an incredibly terrifying sense of oppression.

"Damn it, how is this old thing so strong?" Yang Lingchen thought to himself.

He could feel that the opponent's strength far surpassed his own.

"Senior, this Junior suddenly feels like hearing a story," Yang Lingchen hurriedly said.

He had an intuition that if the other party wanted to kill him, he wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

"I suddenly don't want to tell it anymore. Let's go!" Old Daoist Master said coldly.

"Go? Where to?" Yang Lingchen asked, frowning.

"To the Realm of the Gods," Old Daoist Master said with a cold face.

"The Realm of the Gods?" Yang Lingchen's expression sank, and he asked, "Could it be that you have been to the Realm of the Gods, Senior?"

"I have not been there in this lifetime," Old Daoist Master said.

"Not in this lifetime?" Yang Lingchen chuckled and said, "Could it be that you went there in a past life, Senior?"

"Correct," Old Daoist Master nodded and said, "Actually, you also come from the Realm of the Gods."

"I come from the Realm of the Gods?" Yang Lingchen frowned slightly and said, "How come I don't know that?"

"Once you go to the Realm of the Gods, you will naturally know. Let's go!" Old Daoist Master said.

"Senior, this Junior does not wish to go for the time being," Yang Lingchen said in a deep voice, while secretly remaining on guard.

"Either die or go to the Realm of the Gods. Choose one!" Old Daoist Master's eyes revealed a hint of coldness, his icy gaze like a sharp blade.

"Then you should just go die instead."

Yang Lingchen shouted coldly, his figure suddenly erupting into motion, and a Wusheng Sword Qi slashed towards Old Daoist Master.

At the same time, his Clone also attacked Old Daoist Master from the other side.

This was definitely the strongest enemy Yang Lingchen had ever encountered, so he was extremely cautious.

"A mayfly shaking a tree; you overestimate yourself."

A look of disdain flashed in Old Daoist Master's eyes. He flicked his hand casually, unleashing an incredibly terrifying wave of energy. This wave, like lightning, instantly slammed into Yang Lingchen's chest.

"Bang...!"

"Puff...!"

With a loud bang, Yang Lingchen spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward and crashing heavily into a nearby mountain Peak.

"Old Scoundrel, go to hell!" At the same time, Yang Lingchen's Clone had already reached behind Old Daoist Master.

"Since you want to die, I will grant your wish."

A cold glint flashed in Old Daoist Master's eyes, and he struck out with a palm. This palm carried an extremely terrifying Palm Force, which instantly blasted onto Yang Lingchen.

"Puff...!"

Yang Lingchen's Clone spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his body gradually turned into blood mist, disappearing completely into the Void Realm.

The moment the Clone disappeared, Yang Lingchen's main body spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning pale.

"Zhuge Mo, why did you hurt my Chener?"

Just then, Dongfang Yunbing's figure appeared in front of Yang Lingchen, her eyes filled with angry glares, staring fixedly at Old Daoist Master.

"Little girl, this kid was never an ordinary person. His fate has long been destined; there is only one path before him, and that is to constantly grow stronger."

Old Daoist Master's eyes revealed a cold, sinister smile as he said, "You should persuade him! As long as he is willing to go to the Realm of the Gods with me, I will spare his life. Otherwise, not only will he die, but all of you will have to be buried with him."

"Going to the Realm of the Gods is fine, but we must go with him," Dongfang Yunbing said.

"Going to the Realm of the Gods requires traversing the endless Void Realm. Even if one out of a thousand people at the Peak of the Cosmic God Realm can cross the endless Void Realm, that is already quite good. Even I am not confident in traversing this endless Void Realm. If you are not afraid of death, you are naturally free to follow," Old Daoist Master said coldly.

"It's so dangerous, so why do you still want to take him?" Dongfang Yunbing asked with a sunken face.

"Mission. Everything is a mission."

After saying this, Old Daoist Master looked at Yang Lingchen: "What is your decision? I don't need to tell you, do I?"

"I want to say goodbye to my family, is that okay?" Yang Lingchen said in a deep voice.

Things had reached this point; he knew he had no other path to take.

"Call them over and say your goodbyes right here!"

A cold glint flashed in Old Daoist Master's eyes, and he continued, "It is best not to play any tricks in front of me, otherwise people will die."

"Damn it, you old thing, just you wait. One day I will exterminate your entire clan." Endless rage surged in the depths of Yang Lingchen's heart.

At this point, he had no choice. The opponent's strength was far superior to his own; even if he wanted to resist, he was powerless.

Yang Lingchen could tell that this Old Daoist Master was definitely someone who would kill without blinking. If he did not go to the Realm of the Gods, the other party would absolutely slaughter all his loved ones.

Subsequently, Yang Lingchen said goodbye to all his loved ones one by one.

He had considered taking his family with him, but after thinking about it, he abandoned that idea.

Because traversing the endless Void Realm carried too great a risk; he could not afford to take that gamble.

Regarding Yang Lingchen's decision, his women and children were all reduced to tears.

Especially his wives, who each hugged him tightly, none of them willing to let go.

"Alright, don't worry. I am the Son of Destiny, the Incarnation of immortality. I will definitely come back to find you all. No matter how long it takes, I will come back. Believe in me," Yang Lingchen promised solemnly.

"Yes, yes, we will wait for you. No matter how long it takes, we will wait for you." Dongfang Yunbing's beautiful eyes gradually grew moist.

"Mhm... mhm... take good care of the children. I will return as soon as possible." Yang Lingchen comforted the two sisters, Shen Xinrou, as well as Xue Linger.

Afterward, he had Li Xinyi plant Slave Seals deep within the Souls of all the servants.

At this point, Yang Lingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This way, even if he died, Li Xinyi would be able to control all the servants, preventing them from turning against his wives and children.

"Bastard, you absolutely cannot die. You said you would resurrect my brother." Li Xinyi held Yang Lingchen tightly.

"Rest assured, I cannot die. I will definitely come back to find you all. Take care of them for me." Yang Lingchen patted Li Xinyi's back.

"Mhm... mhm... I will take good care of all the sisters and the children." Li Xinyi nodded.

Afterward, Yang Lingchen left all his resources and Medicinal Pills to his women and children.

After finishing everything, Yang Lingchen said goodbye to his parents, and only then did he follow Old Daoist Master and leave the Lingchen Divine Kingdom.

"What are you crying for? Once you go to the Realm of the Gods, perhaps you will forget them very soon," Old Daoist Master laughed disdainfully.

He had seen countless partings of life and death; at the time of separation, they were reluctant to part, swearing oaths of eternal love, but after tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years passed, very few could still remember each other.

"What are the chances of us reaching the Realm of the Gods?" Yang Lingchen changed the subject and then gently wiped the tears from his eyes.

"One in a thousand, perhaps!" Old Daoist Master said calmly.

"With such a low chance, why do you still want to take me to the Realm of the Gods?" Yang Lingchen asked.

"Less nonsense, let's go!" After saying this, Old Daoist Master took Yang Lingchen and flew towards the spatial rift.

The Great Spacetime Tide had already ended, but the spatial rift had not yet completely closed.

As the two entered the spatial rift, an incredibly terrifying Void Realm storm suddenly rushed towards them.

Yang Lingchen hurriedly circulated the Vast Heaven Art to resist the assault of the Void Realm storm.

Under the guidance of Old Daoist Master, the two flew all the way into the depths of the Void Realm.