Chapter 664: He Is Here

Chapter 665: He Has Arrived

As the Second Hall finished speaking, Lord Wuji's eyebrows subtly rose.

Lord Wuji, who had shown virtually no emotional fluctuations since his revival, now looked at the Second Hall with a hint of surprise, lost in thought.

"You speak well," Lord Wuji replied. "However, future matters can be addressed in the future... Once I achieve eternal life, I will have endless time to ponder this problem."

The next moment, Lord Wuji appeared before the Second Hall. A pair of crimson Sage's Stones were embedded between his brows, resembling eyes that saw through everything.

"...Now, I require the Sage's Stone."

Lord Wuji's palm gently reached for the Second Hall's frame. His movement appeared effortless, yet it was as elusive as lightning.

As an Eighth-Tier entity, the Second Hall was not instantly annihilated like other Seventh-Tier beings. Countless abstract figures surged from within its frame, instantly engulfing Lord Wuji's form!

Simultaneously, a mighty ink-black lightning bolt streaked across the sky, precisely striking Lord Wuji's location!

*Boom—!!*

Thick smoke billowed from the shattered abstract formation. A picture frame flew backward like a meteor from the dust cloud; one-third of it had already been transmuted into gold, and the abstract human face within flickered erratically.

In just a single encounter, the Second Hall was severely wounded.

Lu Liangren did not fear Lord Wuji. Holding his eight-foot ink brush, he stomped his feet on the ground and charged into the smoke like a cannonball, utterly fearless and ready for a fight to the death.

However, as he plunged into the smoke, he saw no sign of Lord Wuji. Only two Sage's Stones were embedded in the shattered ground, emitting a mysterious glow...

"This..."

Before Lu Liangren could speak, a colossal human face of earth emerged from below, followed by mountain-like hands and sky-piercing arms. The ground shook violently!

A towering giant rose from the depths of the earth... It didn't emerge from underground; it was the earth itself.

Lu Liangren could never have imagined that Lord Wuji could merge his body with the earth. Under the glimmer of the two Sage's Stones, Lord Wuji's consciousness had attached itself to the land. As long as the earth remained, Wuji would not perish.

As the earth giant slowly rose, its head even pierced the clouds. Its massive shadow fell upon the excavated geysers, and various strange rock formations were exposed to the air, as if this place no longer belonged to Earth.

At this moment, Lu Liangren and the Second Hall appeared incredibly small against the backdrop of the earth giant, like grains of sand.

"Is this... the power of a Ninth-Tier?" Lu Liangren murmured, looking up at the scene.

"No, this is not a complete Ninth-Tier," the Second Hall said, staring intently at the two Sage's Stones embedded in the earth giant's brow. "I'm afraid he has separated a part of his consciousness and infused it into this body... This might only be a clone carrying a fraction of the Nine Monarchs' power."

"A fraction? How much?"

"Half, or... one-third?"

As the two spoke, the earth giant slowly raised its arms. As its hands cupped an invisible sphere, a portion of the soil and gravel began to converge towards the center, visibly transforming into other substances. A scorching sun began to form before the earth giant!

Unlike the miniature sun that instantly killed Yang Muquan earlier, this one was dozens of times larger!

It was a genuine sun, born of nuclear fusion!

"What is that?" Jian Changsheng suddenly pointed at the dazzling light in the distance and asked.

The members of the Twilight Society stared in that direction, their expressions instantly turning grim...

"That couldn't be..."

"It seems Lord Wuji has truly arrived," Bai Ye said helplessly. "This time, the Mortal Realm is in grave danger..."

"No way, can Lord Wuji really conjure nuclear bombs with his bare hands? What's the point then? If he casually throws out a few nukes, the entire Mortal Realm will be flattened!" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened.

Conjuring nuclear bombs...

Although Chen Ling had long known that Lord Wuji's ability was "material science," he didn't understand this aspect well, nor did he realize that it could spontaneously create a nuclear strike... This implied that the attack on the Mortal Realm years ago might also have been related to Lord Wuji?

Just as Chen Ling was about to speak, his vision suddenly blurred, and he stumbled, nearly falling.

"Red Heart, what's wrong?" Jian Changsheng asked, startled by the sight.

Chen Ling's brows furrowed. He looked down at his fingertips; the red embroidery thread that had pricked his skin earlier seemed to have burrowed into his body through the wound and disappeared.

Fragmented images began to flash intermittently before his eyes, as if something was being poured into his consciousness.

It was a Suzhou-style courtyard, strewn with fallen petals.

Chen Ling had seen this courtyard in the historical archives... It was Su Zhiwei's home.

He saw dense red embroidery threads, like spiderwebs, covering every corner of the courtyard. At the end of these threads lay a graceful figure among the petals...

Chen Ling couldn't make out the person's appearance, but he was certain it was Su Zhiwei!

Chen Ling blinked, and the image before him shattered and vanished, replaced by Jian Changsheng's face... But with another blink, he was back in the courtyard filled with embroidery threads, as if his consciousness was constantly shifting between reality and illusion.

At that moment, another figure appeared beside Su Zhiwei.

The image broke apart, and Chen Ling still couldn't discern the person's appearance, but as reality and illusion continued to flicker, he vaguely saw the figure approaching him.

He walked upon a floor covered in embroidery threads, wearing a simple cloth robe. Through the intricately woven threads, Chen Ling could occasionally glimpse the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, suggesting he was already old...

As he drew closer, Chen Ling finally saw his full appearance.

"You... how could you..." Chen Ling stared blankly at the weathered, aged face, which overlapped with the youthful, vibrant boy from his memories. For a moment, he stood frozen.

"Long time... no see..."

"Chen... Ling..."

A voice, seemingly transcending time and space, echoed in Chen Ling's ears.

He jolted awake as if from a deep sleep, his vision clearing to reveal the ruins and the perplexed Jian Changsheng before him. Sweat beaded on his forehead!

"Hey, no way? We're so far away, and you still got hurt by Lord Wuji?" Jian Changsheng scratched his head. "That explosion didn't even reach us..."

Chen Ling was breathing heavily. As if sensing something, he abruptly looked up at the void above.

"...He has awakened, he has arrived."

"Who?"

"The leader of the Qingshen Dao, the Chief of Fusheng Hui," Chen Ling paused. "...Yao Qing."