Chapter 441 Second Update God's Descent (Second Update, 5200)

——Let’s take a look at my recent cultivation results.

Such a thought flashed through Su Zhou's mind.

The moment Shao Qiming had the thought, his body had already reacted. He raised his hand, and Su Zhou understood what Shao Qiming was thinking: his friend wanted to test the power he had obtained from the orthodox Shenmu (divine tree) inheritance of Zheng Guo (lit. proper country, refers to China).

No malice, no extra thoughts. What would be a sudden attack for ordinary people was, for a Overlord-tier transcendent, like a classmate lightly tossing an eraser across the desk.

Su Zhou knew his own strength, and Shao Qiming believed in his strength even more than he did.

Pure yang spiritual power condensed, and countless tiny spots of light quickly formed an inconspicuous beam, instantly illuminating the small private room.

In the next instant, a blazing white, flame-entwined pure light shot from Shao Qiming's fingertips, speeding toward Su Zhou's forehead.

But midway, it was blocked by Su Zhou's outstretched hand—and then dissolved into nothingness.

The blazing white pillar of light struck Su Zhou's palm, and the immortal white phosphorus, composed of nanoscale mesoscopic structures, instantly absorbed all the light and heat. The light, whose aftershocks could have completely destroyed the top-floor private room of the hotel, disappeared without a trace, not even a wisp of smoke rising.

"Not bad, this power."

Withdrawing his hand, Su Zhou flexed his fingers, sensing the attack he had just received. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "This has at least the destructive power of a peak-level extraordinary—and the power control is excellent. Many people would have difficulty blocking this one strike, and would definitely have to take it head-on. Have you recently broken through?"

"Let me guess, did you choose the inheritance of the Shenmu Fusang (divine tree fusang)?"

"Yes."

Shao Qiming also withdrew his hand. He wasn't surprised at all that Su Zhou could take it, so he nodded slightly and said, "Fusang is suitable for my talent. Plus, with Zhou Buyi's self-created Shenmu technique, I can cross-reference it with the Fusang method for cultivation."

"After all, the Fusang method theoretically requires a Golden Crow companion to cultivate successfully at the fastest speed, but where can you find a Golden Crow in this world? I can't possibly cultivate at the sun or at a nuclear explosion site, so I have to find ways to compensate from other cultivation methods."

However, although Shao Qiming wasn't surprised by Su Zhou's response, he still felt a little powerless in his heart.

The speed of his strength improvement was already extremely fast.

Throughout Zheng Guo, among the younger generation of geniuses below the Holy Seat, even someone like Guan Wanjing, who had started cultivating long before the spiritual energy revival and possessed an exceptional talent, completely the orthodox genius who was one of the future inheritors of the sole martial arts lineage, had only recently broken through to the peak of the extraordinary in his recent seclusion, completing the cultivation of all his spiritual organs and condensing the spiritual energy cycle within his body.

But even so, he had paid some price—if Guan Wanjing didn't have a large force behind him, a good master, then this breakthrough might have left him with very serious hidden injuries, requiring at least a few years to slowly heal on their own.

But he was different. Shao Qiming cultivated the Shenmu path. If he had any doubts, he could always refer to the Wisdom Tree in Su Zhou's personal space for confirmation. Although the Wisdom Tree and the Shenmu method he cultivated weren't the same Shenmu, having a reference was far better than having none.

In addition, Shao Qiming hadn't missed any of the cultivation he should have done, and he had many additional gains, so it wasn't strange that he had his current strength.

"But even so, I'm still two major realms behind this guy... He's already a Overlord, and I'm still nowhere near becoming a Commander and condensing my own supernatural power."

Thinking this, Shao Qiming didn't even hide his unwillingness, and sighed deeply.

Then, without waiting for Su Zhou to speak, he directly asked, "Speaking of which, A-Zhou, are you planning to go to another world again?"

"I saw you preparing supplies recently. What, are you planning to return to the Shenmu World?"

"No, it's another, more dangerous world."

Su Zhou naturally sensed the unwillingness of his friend, but to be honest, he was already used to this emotion, so the youth lightly said, "It's that Samsara World, the place where the Lord of Emptiness is."

"There's something wrong with that place. Although I have some guesses in my heart, as expected, it's better to see it with my own eyes."

April 17, 2018, 7:30 AM.

Wearing headphones, Li Hanshan walked into the entrance of the Xiyue Hotel while listening to music and looking at his phone, without even raising his head.

He entered the hotel's main entrance, arrived at the lobby, and after sensing some aura, immediately raised his head and looked at the top floor of the hotel.

In the eyes of the Chongming Bird, iron, stone, cement, and various wooden boards and tiles were essentially transparent, so with one glance, he saw Su Zhou walking out of the door of the top-floor private room, saying goodbye to Shao Qiming.

"Hello, Professor!"

At this time, at the entrance of the top-floor private room, Su Zhou, who had just said 'see you later' to Shao Qiming, felt his phone buzzing. He took it out of his pocket and saw that Li Hanshan was sending him a WeChat message.

"Huh?"

Letting out a soft sound, Su Zhou lowered his head, his gaze also penetrating the layers of floors, looking at Li Hanshan waving to him from the bottom floor, and he waved back in response.

The two people waved to each other across dozens of floors, and Su Zhou sent a WeChat message with one hand: "Why are you here too? Did Qiming also ask you to come?"

"Yeah, today there's a 'Su Zhou Fan Group Management Offline Meeting'. I was originally going to participate, but let's not talk about the fact that I have to prepare my grandfather's 70th birthday celebration at noon today, and I have to update tonight, so I can only come early to explain something separately."

"What thing? What offline meeting?"

Looking at the text appearing on the phone screen, Su Zhou's expression immediately became puzzled, and then he slowly typed a symbol: "?"

"Professor, you don't know???"

Li Hanshan's WeChat used three question marks, as if he was more surprised than Su Zhou: "The management group announcement has been posted for at least a week, right? Didn't you see it?"

"Why would I check my fan groups all the time!"

Su Zhou was completely confused at this moment. He thought in surprise: "What exactly are Qiming and the others up to?"

Without hesitation, Su Zhou switched WeChat and looked at his several management groups.

Indeed, as Li Hanshan said, Shao Qiming was indeed preparing to hold an offline meeting today, with the aim of strengthening internal team cohesion, exchanging difficulties encountered in work, solving problems face-to-face, and strengthening team building work...

Very formal, to be honest, far more formal than Su Zhou imagined.

But because it was too formal, Su Zhou couldn't figure out whether this was a fan group or some strange mysterious organization—even the original Holy Serpent Spirit Livelihood Society seemed to be like this.

Among them, there was an eye-catching group announcement in a certain fan management group.

[Add oil, Zhou Zhou! Even if the world is your enemy, we will stand behind you!]

Su Zhou: "?"

Wait, why would I be enemies with the world?!

"Hahaha, Su Zhou, this friend of yours is really a wonderful person."

At this time, Yala, who was sharing Su Zhou's vision, laughed heartily in the personal space: "I was reminded of those who established the Dragon Worshiping Cult and the Confraternity in the past... Forget it, this is really not the same, after all, those guys basically created these cults for themselves."

"How can it be so exaggerated? Isn't it just a fan club? At most it looks a bit meticulous."

Tsking, Su Zhou put down his phone and shook his head slightly: "Forget it, never mind—although it looks a bit strange, but since it was organized by Qiming, then at least this matter won't be bad for me."

It's not a bad thing for the fan group to have a bit of cohesion... right?

As long as there aren't any crazy fans.

Thinking this, Su Zhou left the Xiyue Hotel, then returned home and put all the supplies he had prepared into his personal space.

Then, he went directly to outer space.

Standing outside all satellite orbits, in a place of absolute unmanned silence, he looked down at the entire Earth, then turned around and opened the Gate of Space-Time.

Cosmic vacuum, within the Heavenly God Scale, the gray scale suddenly lit up under the infusion of vast spiritual power. Colorless ripples stirred space-time, and while silver brilliance burst out, they opened the gate to another world.

[——World Core Element · Oath——]

[——Erosion Deviation Value 14.52%——]

[——High Stability Independent World——]

Behind the gray sphere of space-time, one could vaguely see the azure sky and the ocean under the sunlight.

"Not bad, it seems the Samsara World at least has a very good environment."

Smiling slightly, Su Zhou reached out his hand and touched this sphere of light: "At least it proves that the world is being maintained very well, far from the point where it needs an epochal cycle."

Instantly, a burst of silver light flashed, and the youth's body disappeared in an instant.

At the same time.

Samsara World.

Element Era, Year 307, June 22, Summer.

Holy Fire Country, the largest port in the Far East, Sunset City. The blazing Holy Fire burned on the tower in the center of the city, like a lighthouse, guiding the route of passing ships.

The sky gradually darkened, and the setting sun was falling beyond the surging waves. The humid wind and clouds swirled together under the glow of the setting sun, and the calls of the returning fishermen from the pier echoed one after another.

The evening air carried a hint of coolness. From the vendors along the street, the rich aroma of grilled fish wafted out. Around the pier, many shops were just starting to light their stoves. They set up large pots, lit the flames, and after the stoves were ready, they threw in fish bones to make soup. When the soup turned white, they added the fish meat and seafood that had just been pulled from the pier and cleaned.

Fresh shrimp, shellfish, white fish, plus various spices and seasonings, although it seemed like just a mishmash stew, it was actually quite mysterious.

Since the pioneers of the Holy Fire Country came here from the Holy City in the center of the continent, and began building harbors and fishing, the name of Sunset City's stewed soup has spread throughout the world, attracting countless tourists—and the most wonderful thing is that the ingredients and flavors of the seafood stew in any store are different, each with its own deliciousness.

"Thank you, my Lord, who illuminates the world!"

Then, before officially opening, all the owners of the shops would turn around together, respectfully put their hands together, and bow slightly in the direction where the setting sun was falling.

In a coastal inn, a middle-aged man wearing white robes with square edges and a golden flame emblem imprint stood by the window of his room. He was gazing at the waves hitting the shore, his hands also clasped together in front of his chest, like all the travelers, shop owners, and fishermen on both sides of the street, earnestly praying.

He had graying hair and a worried expression. This older clergyman, who was gradually showing signs of aging, gazed at the setting sun with a devout whisper.

"Thank you, my Lord, who illuminates the world!"

It wasn't until the setting sun had completely fallen and disappeared below the sea that everyone straightened up and resumed their previous work, and the streets returned to their hustle and bustle.

And the middle-aged man wearing the Holy Fire Robe returned to his driftwood desk and picked up his silver-tipped steel pen.

After he sat down, the elemental lamp that had been extinguished on the table suddenly lit up, emitting light. Within the round jar-like lamp, the fire element spontaneously activated, releasing light and heat, illuminating the entire room.

Although the technology of elemental lamps had long been popularized, even ordinary people who couldn't hear the grace of the gods could turn them on through alchemical devices, only clergymen could make them work without touching any alchemical products, using only their will.

And this middle-aged man was obviously one of them.

At this time, in the light that wasn't bright, but was enough to see the words clearly, the middle-aged man raised his pen and began to continue writing the report that he hadn't finished before on the scroll.

[...It has been three months since the last time Sunset Port was attacked by those heretics in the sea. The city is gradually recovering its vitality, and the knights and priests of the temple have also joined forces with everyone to rebuild the damaged temples and shops.]

[Although there were no casualties, the 'Fragment of the Soul of Origin Water' guarding the Sunset Temple was taken away by the heretics. Priest Grol of this area wanted to apologize with his death, but I persuaded him for a long time before he decided to continue to protect the people, no longer lightly giving up his life and honor, and abandoning the glory of our Lord.]

[As the Holy Word of the Lord of Fire says: Man is like the sun, and life is from sunrise to sunset. A person's life should be like the sun, slowly rising, slowly falling, until finally burning out and returning to the deep sea to be considered the end. How can it suddenly dim when the sun is in the sky? Life is so precious that it violates the teachings of our Lord.]

[But what truly worries me is that when the heretics in the sea took away the Fragment of the Soul of Origin Water, they arrogantly claimed that their god was about to appear—the Lord of Water was about to be born.]

[I spit on those arrogant words. As the Holy Word of the Lord of Judgment says: The liar will be punished, and the manipulative tongue will suffer. There are vain thoughts in people's hearts from birth, but love must overcome them. We must not be jealous, not boast, not arrogant, not like injustice, so that we can walk on the right path and not be watched by the thunderous eyes of the Lord of Judgment.]

[But recently, their strength is indeed shrinking. All the great pirates in the Seven Seas have disappeared, like the calm before a storm. I worry about the storm that may come, so I solemnly request the central temple—please send a God-Blessed One to come and investigate the situation.]

[Your faithful, Aimon.]

After finishing the report, the middle-aged clergyman checked it several times, and then activated the magic power in his body, pouring it into the scroll. While the words written with magic ink in the scroll gradually disappeared one by one, they were transmitted to the central temple of the Holy Fire City in the distant center of the continent.

"Alas... Those sea thugs who deserve judgment, disrespectful ones who have broken away from the precepts! It's hard to imagine that they actually have the power to break through the temple."

Gazing at the scroll where the words were gradually disappearing, the middle-aged clergyman named Aimon shook his head worriedly and said, "Fortunately, they still don't dare to kill people on the shore, touching the precepts of the Lord of Judgment, otherwise the priests of Sunset City would probably be killed."

"But if one day, they really have their own Lord, who can resist the punishment of the Lord of Judgment... Then won't this world fall into lawless darkness?"

Muttering to himself like this, Aimon turned his head and looked at the sea gradually falling into darkness in the distance. He sighed and said, "Why didn't the Lord take back the authority of water in the past?"

But, just as the setting sun had completely fallen and the world had sunk into darkness.

Suddenly, above the ocean, at the top of the sky, a very bright light lit up!

——Buzz!

There was no thunderous explosion, no howling meteor, just a sudden bright light, like lightning, illuminating the night, blindingly bright.

"Wait, this light?!"

Even the window of the inn was filled with this light. Aimon was shocked. He hurriedly walked to the window, put his hand on the windowsill, raised his head, and looked at the distant sky.

In the darkness that had lost the sun, above the Sea of Sunset, layers of dark clouds were gathering, and bright lightning flashed and scurried in the thick clouds, like chaotic thunder snakes dancing wildly. And the center of all the thunder snakes was a bright, cyan-purple sphere of light!

One could vaguely see a behemoth that seemed to be dragon-shaped slowly emerging behind the dark clouds. Countless runes and auras flickered, condensing into layers of ripples of wishes, and that cyan-purple sphere of light hung above its head, like an eye of judgment gazing at all things in the world.

"This, this is!"

Not only Aimon, but everyone in the entire Sunset City, and even the civilians and clergymen in all the cities along the Sunset Sea, saw this scene—they saw the sudden appearance of a strange phenomenon in the sky, a vast spiritual force swept across the sky, causing dark clouds to gather and lightning to strike.

"It's, it's the Lord of Judgment!"

Even deep in the ocean, those fleet masters who were gathering towards the center of the ocean also noticed. Those who didn't change their expressions even in the face of ocean storms and tsunamis now showed fear. Some of the less firm people actually knelt down directly and prayed on the deck to the dragon-shaped phantom, while the captains who should have kicked all these cowardly people into the sea were frozen in place, not daring to move.

In the distant Holy Fire City and on the other side of the New Continent, two wills in slumber trembled slightly, seemingly about to awaken because of the distant fluctuations.

However, contrary to what everyone thought.

The dragon-shaped phantom only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared.

Whether it was the lightning that traversed the sky, or the cyan-purple sphere of light, they all turned into nothingness and dissipated after a brief flash.

For a time, heaven and earth were silent, as if the previous scene had never happened—only the thick dark clouds that had not yet dispersed were still floating in the sea with the wind, proving that the scene was not an illusion.

"That is the Holy Emblem of the Lord of Judgment—the symbol of the Immortal Dragon!"

At this moment, Aimon's palm on the windowsill was so forceful that his knuckles had turned white, and even the rock had faintly cracked. The middle-aged clergyman's lips trembled, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself: "This is a miracle, a true God's Descent!"

One could see that in his eyes, the pupils were slowly transforming into the shape of dragon pupils.

"This is a God's Descent!"

Second update.

I accidentally fell asleep yesterday... I just woke up not long ago.

Seeking a monthly ticket.