52: Chapter 52 The Phoenix Clan, the Legacy of a Sage

"Hehehe, Young Master, this is my residence!!" Huang Tianyu said.

Chu Chen looked around and saw nothing but stone tablets. "Xiao Huang, your residence is quite unique, being built on a mass grave."

"It certainly fits your title as the Puppet Demon Lord."

"Please do not blame me, Young Master. This place was originally a battlefield between the demon race and the human race during the ancient era. It only gradually became desolate after being baptized by countless wars."

"I took a liking to this place because of its perilous terrain and lack of human presence, so I tidied it up a bit and settled down here."

Xiao Huang chuckled foolishly. "Actually, there is another important reason for choosing this place, and that is the corpses scattered all over the ground."

"For me, these remains are undoubtedly the best materials."

"After refining them through special techniques, they can be forged into powerful puppets to help me defend against enemies."

"Moreover, this place is difficult to find. Since you have the Blood Induction Curse on you, Young Master, hiding here for a hundred days is the best choice."

Hearing this, Chu Chen also felt it made some sense.

"You are quite meticulous. The Blood Induction Curse on me is indeed a trouble, and this place is a good choice."

"You flatter me, Young Master!!" Huang Tianyu then took out a bone talisman.

He pinched a spell in his hand, and in an instant, the ancient talisman emitted a black divine light.

The forest of stone tablets seemed to have received a summons and actually began to move.

Subsequently, a massive palace emerged, with two giant puppets guarding its entrance.

Huang Tianyu respectfully said to Chu Chen, "Young Master, please follow me."

— Tianji Pavilion, Tian Province.

A peerless figure looked at the xuanzhou prodigy list and pondered, "Chu Chen, Origin of Chaos, you have finally appeared!!"

The next moment, a man clad in silver-white armor, his posture as straight as a pine tree, walked in.

He knelt on one knee, his expression solemn and respectful as he spoke to the person in front of him, "Goddess! This subordinate has received news that the Saint Inheritance has appeared in Xuan Province."

This person addressed as the Goddess was Su Qingwan. She was wearing a white long dress that danced lightly in the wind, as beautiful and moving as a fairy descending to the mortal world.

Her jet-black, lustrous long hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, gently brushing against her snow-white skin. Her exquisite face, devoid of makeup, was still stunningly beautiful, making one afraid to look directly at her.

Upon hearing this, Su Qingwan's eyes, originally as calm as water, fluctuated slightly, but it vanished in an instant.

She parted her crimson lips and asked slowly, "Is this matter true?" Her voice was crisp and melodious, extremely pleasant like the sounds of nature.

The man nodded quickly and replied, "It is absolutely true! This subordinate has sent people to verify it multiple times without error."

"This Saint Inheritance will inevitably cause turmoil among various forces."

"Please decide, Goddess, whether we should go and compete for this supreme opportunity?"

After the man finished speaking, he lowered his head, waiting for Su Qingwan's instructions.

Hearing this, Su Qingwan said.

"Although the major forces all have foundations to rely on, it is, after all, a Saint Inheritance. These forces will inevitably take action to compete for it."

"Xuan Province? That Origin of Chaos is also in Xuan Province. Bai Wushen, I will go to Xuan Province personally this time."

"Since the Goddess intends to go personally, this subordinate will go and prepare immediately," the silver-armored man responded.

— Rakshasa Province.

On the summit of a mountain shrouded in raging flames, it felt like a burning purgatory.

However, in this scorching environment, there was a figure as dazzling as fire.

It was a woman dressed in a fiery red long dress, with a graceful figure, like a fairy descending to the mortal world. She sat cross-legged on the mountaintop.

It was as if she had merged with the surrounding flames. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, dancing like burning flames, exuding a heart-palpitating charm.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her expression calm as water, as if she were cultivating some mysterious technique.

Around her, flames continuously rose and leaped, forming a scorching shield that isolated her from external disturbances.

She held a crystal-clear gemstone in her hand, which emitted a faint light, echoing with the surrounding flames.

In an instant, a phoenix cry resounded through the heavens and earth.

The next moment, a phantom of a giant phoenix appeared behind this woman.

One could see beads of sweat densely covering her face, her eyes tightly closed.

She was muttering to herself, "Chu Chen, don't... don't do it!!"

Suddenly, the woman opened her tightly closed eyes, gasping for air heavily.

Fragrant sweat dripped down like water droplets.

Looking at the surrounding environment, the woman asked in confusion, "Am I still alive?"

Subsequently, she stood up and scanned her surroundings, saying in disbelief, "Have I been reborn??"

Heaven had given her a chance to change her destiny.

She would never forget that terrifying scene; the Phoenix Clan had once been prosperous and flourishing.

In the end, only ruins and endless sorrow remained. That person ferociously slaughtered every single phoenix, blood stained the sky red, and wails resounded through the clouds.

Whenever that person's figure appeared in her mind, she would tremble uncontrollably.

That hideous and twisted face, the body exuding an evil aura, and the cold, ruthless eyes were all deeply imprinted in the depths of her soul.

Just imagining that scene made her feel horrified and shudder.

In this lifetime, I will definitely change the current situation of the Phoenix Clan; that person has not yet grown up.

I must strangle him in the cradle.

"Chu Chen!!! I will definitely find you."

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Demonic Mist Forest Sea.

At this moment, Chu Chen rarely sneezed.

He immediately wondered, how could I, a great cultivator of the Cave-Heaven Realm, sneeze? Could it be that someone is thinking of me??

[Ding! System mission issued: Please establish your own sect in the Demonic Mist Forest Sea and recruit ten thousand disciples. Reward: Chongyang Holy Body.

As a demonic cultivator, in this Demonic Mist Forest Sea, the host should reveal your illustrious ferocious reputation.]

[Chongyang Holy Body: Refreshes one Chongyang Holy Source daily, which cannot be stacked. If the host is killed, the Chongyang Holy Source can resurrect the host.]

As expected of the system, every reward is a good thing. With this Chongyang Holy Body, it is equivalent to having an extra life.

Although it cannot be stacked, the advantage is that it can be refreshed daily.

Immediately, a bold idea formed in his mind. When Ming Yuan killed the ancestor of the East Xuan Empire, Chu Chen obtained a complete possession technique.

It is called: Demon Swallowing Scripture.

When I establish the sect, I can use this Demon Swallowing Scripture as the technique to pass on to these disciples.

By then, not only can I complete the mission, but I can also use them as nutrients to devour, helping me increase my cultivation.

Chu Chen immediately summoned Huang Tianyu.

Subsequently, Huang Tianyu came before Chu Chen.

"Young Master, why did you call for me!?"

"Xiao Huang, you have some reputation in the Demonic Mist Forest Sea. I, your Young Master, want to establish a sect and would like to use your name to recruit disciples. How about it?" Chu Chen said.

Hearing this, there was a trace of confusion in Huang Tianyu's eyes. The person before him was a peerless prodigy with a terrifying background; why would he want to establish a sect here in the Demonic Mist Forest Sea!

However, he didn't ask; he just needed to follow orders.

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