Chapter 355: The Main God Space (11)
In a certain location, a group of figures materialized out of thin air.
"The president is really overkill, sending us to hunt down a rookie who just entered the Main God Space," one complained.
"It's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito."
A petite girl with twin ponytails rubbed her sleepy eyes. One white stocking on her leg rode higher than the other. She had clearly been pulled from rest for this sudden mission in an unfamiliar ninth-level world, and the disruption left her visibly annoyed.
"Gu Xiaoxiao, the president is never wrong," a woman in a suit pushed up her glasses. Her voice was cold and precise. "This rookie passed the nightmare-level dungeon assessment—a once-in-a-millennium talent. If the Polar Star Region nurtures him, he will become a major threat to the president."
Gu Xiaoxiao pouted and glanced at the young man beside her. He wore a wide-sleeved robe, his hair tied back, a blade at his waist.
The young man spread his hands. "Xiaoxiao, as Xiao Mo said, a rookie who cleared a nightmare-level assessment has enormous potential. We must crush him in the cradle. A newcomer could not have entered this ninth-level world alone. The Polar Star Region must have sent strong escorts to train him and accelerate his growth. We might even encounter one of their ace teams ahead of schedule."
"If we run into a Polar Star ace team, it will be a fierce battle. We cannot afford to be careless or underestimate any opponent." The young man's tone grew solemn as he addressed Gu Xiaoxiao.
She stamped her foot and covered her ears, refusing to listen.
A fully mechanical cyborg spoke up. "Captain, you may be overcautious. Even if we do meet a Polar Star ace team, has the Godslayer Squad ever feared anyone? Xiaoxiao is right—this mission is a waste of our talents."
The young man shot the cyborg a glare, then chuckled. "Fine, fine. Next time, whatever Xiaoxiao says goes. I won't argue anymore."
His words drew laughter from the other two teammates.
The Godslayer Squad consisted of six members, each an elite capable of clearing ninth-level missions with ease.
The woman surnamed Mo suddenly spoke. "I have located the rookie. He really did enter this world."
"Chosen camp... the Myriad Beings Camp?"
Surprise rippled through the group. According to the mission briefing, the Holy Clan Camp held the clear advantage. Could the Polar Star Region be attempting to trigger a hidden task and maximize the world's rewards?
Choosing the weaker camp was either foolish or a sign of overwhelming confidence. As veterans of the Main God Space, they knew its rules well.
"It seems a Polar Star ace team really has mobilized. Could it be the Dubhe Squad? They shouldn't have time to escort a rookie right now. Maybe Merak or Phecda?"
A beastman who resembled an anthropomorphic owl pondered aloud.
"Bad news—we lost the signal. We cannot pinpoint the rookie's location."
A sharp crack sounded in front of Mo, followed by a burst of sparks. Her face darkened.
"This is my mistake," she said. "I will find a way to restore the connection and locate him."
Guilt clouded her expression. Without a fix on the rookie, they lacked a clear target and could not complete the mission quickly. They might be stuck in this world for a long time.
One of the young man's hands rested on her shoulder. As Mo looked up, he flashed a bright smile. "Momo, don't overthink it. This time we might be facing one of the Merak or Phecda teams. They are Polar Star aces, after all. It is no surprise they detected the traces you left behind."
Mo's gaze turned gloomy. "Captain, are you comforting me or insulting me?"
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The young man scratched the back of his head with his other hand and smiled awkwardly. "I'm not great at comforting people... but what I mean is, the entire Godslayer Squad is here. Whether we run into Phecda, Merak, or even the legendary Dubhe, we will cut them all down!"
He drew his blade. The edge split the air into two domains.
"Captain, you are showing off too much. You are going to get beaten for that."
"Xiaoxiao, don't jinx us."
"Bad news—we have alerted three Saints. Retreat now!"
"Captain, I told you that you would get beaten."
"I will remember next time. Definitely next time."
...
Su Chen sensed the fluctuation and casually crushed the talisman in his hand.
"Six auras, each at the Saint realm."
The Godslayer Squad never imagined that their attempt to track Su Chen through the pursuit talisman would instead allow this supposed "rookie" to locate them in return.
No—this was more than simply learning their position.
In Su Chen's eyes, their location held no secrets at all.
Even so, he had no intention of seeking them out right now. His cultivation remained only at the Void Refining realm.
One month later.
Su Chen traveled across the land and gathered information about this world.
The world was called Holy Origin Continent.
As a ninth-level world, Holy Origin Continent featured intricate and overlapping powers. Yet all those complexities boiled down to two opposing forces: the Holy Clan and the Myriad Beings.
Legend claimed the Holy Clan's progenitor was a god born at the dawn of creation, possessing supreme might. Every living being the Holy Clan produced possessed far superior talent than ordinary creatures. Even the most ordinary Holy Clan member would rank as a rare genius among the common populace. Under such overwhelming suppression, the Myriad Beings had been enslaved and reduced to the lowest stratum. Though the Myriad Beings Camp had its own hierarchies, they all shared one common enemy—the Holy Clan.
Su Chen had chosen the Myriad Beings Camp.
After roughly sensing the strength of the Myriad Beings Camp, he felt somewhat surprised. The camp was not weak at all. It even harbored a terrifying existence who stood half a step into the Saint King realm. In a ninth-level world, Saints already represented the pinnacle of combat power.
The presence of someone approaching Saint King level marked this as a true nightmare-difficulty ninth-level mission world. No other Main God Space members had entered this world ahead of him, and the Main God Space had not provided a clear difficulty rating.
"Hmm... I am afraid the so-called Holy Clan possesses a Saint King or some means comparable to one."
Su Chen did not launch a direct assault on the Holy Clan's ancestral lands.
However, some scattered Holy Clan forces were not so fortunate.
He also showed no mercy to certain members of the Myriad Beings Camp.
To him, whether they belonged to the Holy Clan or the Myriad Beings Camp, they were all merely ordinary beings in the vast sea of life.
Su Chen hunted monsters and raised his level. At first, no one paid him any attention.
As the disturbances grew larger, both the Holy Clan and the Myriad Beings Camp suffered the destruction of numerous forces. Tensions rose sharply. Yet those who died were merely ants.
The news that truly shook Holy Origin Continent came when a Saint of the Holy Clan fell.
A Saint represented the pinnacle of power on Holy Origin Continent, embodying supreme strength and status. Even within the Holy Clan, which kept the Myriad Beings suffocated under its heel, the number of Saints did not exceed three digits. The death of a named Saint dealt the Holy Clan a heavy blow.
The Holy Clan immediately began hunting for the killer.
Meanwhile, word of the mysterious powerhouse who had slain a Holy Clan Saint also rocked the Myriad Beings Camp. They dispatched people to find this madman. Anyone capable of silently killing a Holy Clan Saint would become a crucial ally in their grand plan.
In a quiet, secluded valley.
A white-robed man sat by the river with a bamboo fishing rod in hand.
The float suddenly sank. He flicked his wrist, but the hook came up empty.
The white-robed man showed no disappointment. A faint smile curved his handsome face.
"Senior is not fishing for fish. I suspect you are fishing for me."
A clear, cool voice echoed through the air. A gentle breeze stirred, and a graceful woman appeared before Su Chen. She stood alone, clad in flowing azure robes that brushed the ground. Her skin was pale and translucent, her eyes as dark as ink. She was an unrivaled beauty. A layer of aura emanated from her, enveloping Su Chen and isolating them from the mortal world.
Su Chen looked at the newcomer and set aside his fishing rod. "A Saint of the Azure Bird Clan. Impressive. You came to find me alone. Are you not afraid you will never return?"
The cool woman's expression remained unchanged, her voice still icy. "If I were afraid, I would not have taken the bait on your hook."
Su Chen raised his head. "You have courage. Speak. What do they want from me in exchange for using you as leverage?"
Seeing his calm, undisturbed gaze, the cool woman understood that nothing escaped those eyes.
"We wish to invite Senior to join us in opposing the Holy Clan."
Su Chen replied indifferently, "If you want me to fight alongside you against the Holy Clan, your bargaining chip is not enough."
His words drained the color from the cool woman's face. She bit her lip, showing no anger—she had clearly prepared for this. "As long as Senior refrains from slaughtering beings outside the Holy Clan, I am willing to become Senior's sustenance."
Su Chen smiled faintly. "I have no interest in you. Helping you resist the Holy Clan is possible, but..."
The cool woman looked up sharply. Surprise and joy broke through her icy expression. "What other conditions does Senior have? We will fulfill them."
Su Chen said, "I only need to meet the person behind you."
The cool woman even wondered if her ears had failed her. The demand was so simple. She agreed without hesitation.