"Capture it alive! We must take that divine bird alive!"

Chen Bufan gave the order.

The surrounding powerhouses immediately sprang into action. Every expert he had brought from the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land was at the Void Refining realm—figures who could serve as elders even within the Sacred Land. However, Chen Bufan was the disciple of a quasi-Saint. That status made all the difference.

Su Chen watched the "ants" charging toward him with icy eyes. He sensed a faint familiar aura from the young man. In an instant, his figure flickered and appeared behind the attackers.

Chen Bufan watched in horror as the black divine bird stood upright like a human and walked toward him step by step. Behind the bird, every expert he had brought from the Sacred Land suddenly burst into black flames before turning into ashes.

Chen Bufan stood frozen, dumbfounded.

The black figure had already appeared before him like a ghost. Only then did Chen Bufan recall his ancestor Chen Tianyi's final words. After Chen Tianyi had slain a Demon King while defending the Great Wu Dynasty and returned to the sect gravely wounded, he had left one last message for his descendants:

"Our Chen family has been blessed by the divine crow. This is already a great fortune. Never… never harbor malicious intentions…"

Chen Bufan had never taken the ancestral teaching seriously—until now. He finally understood its meaning. But it was too late.

Su Chen said indifferently, "I see."

Joy flashed across Chen Bufan's face for a brief moment. A vast divine sense instantly shattered his consciousness.

Moments later, the face that had thought it had survived showed only blank shock. Black flames then engulfed his body.

A furious roar echoed from the void.

"Damn beast! How dare you kill a true disciple of my Abyssal Sea Sacred Land!"

Su Chen waved a wing and said coldly, "Old fool, if you dare show yourself, this Emperor will slay you as well." He erased the strand of divine sense with a flick.

From Chen Bufan's memories, Su Chen confirmed that the young man had told the truth. He was indeed Chen Tianyi's descendant.

Chen Tianyi was the youth he had casually guided on a whim all those years ago.

It was a pity. With the fortune he had received, Chen Tianyi should have lived a long life and reached the Nirvana realm without issue. Yet in the end, he had still died. The legends he left behind had planted malicious thoughts in his descendants.

"What an interesting cycle of karma."

After everyone had perished, a tiny figure crawled out from the blood-soaked ground. Its originally snow-white fur was now dyed crimson. The small creature crawled beside a large body and cried out pitifully.

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Perhaps because it was so weak—weak enough to be mistaken for an ordinary beast—it had survived.

Su Chen approached from behind, and the little figure did not even notice.

It was a young fox. Lying before it was a large fox named Snow King—one of the four demon kings Su Chen had raised.

The little fox had only survived because its foundation had been destroyed, reducing it to an ordinary creature.

Su Chen gently picked up the unconscious little fox, then waved his wing. The ground collapsed and buried all the demon corpses.

Humans were humans. Demons were demons.

Su Chen carried the little fox and flew toward the East Sea. This was his first step.

"Damn it! How could it be that bird? Why is it still alive?"

Deep within the East Sea, the old flood dragon emperor was utterly shocked.

Were the human Sacred Lands all useless?

Upon learning that the Abyssal Sea Sacred Land was searching for the divine bird, the old flood dragon emperor had immediately sold out his neighbor without hesitation. He wanted to borrow a knife to kill the bird. He suspected that the bird's centuries-long disappearance meant it was plotting something.

Su Chen stood on the surface of the sea. His dark, majestic figure was reflected clearly on the calm waters. Without a word, he stretched out one wing and gently swept it across the still surface.

Black flames streaked out, splitting the entire East Sea in two. Countless East Sea demons were reduced to ashes in an instant. A figure desperately tried to escape from the chaos.

Su Chen flicked a single feather from his wing. It transformed into the sharpest blade in the world.

One feather. It seemed capable of severing the heavens themselves. A brilliant streak flashed across the sky.

Accompanied by an unwilling roar, the old flood dragon emperor who had dominated the seas for thousands of years fell.

After the third nirvana, Su Chen's talent had approached saint-grade. He could now wield far more techniques, and his strength had grown terrifyingly powerful.

Having slain the old East Sea flood dragon emperor, Su Chen looked up toward the sky.

In that moment, a supreme aura had appeared across the entire universe. Another new Great Emperor had been born in this cosmos. Only a few hundred years after the previous one's fall—an impressive talent.

Su Chen offered a simple evaluation. At least for now, he no longer needed to worry about his star region being casually wiped out as a snack by some Supreme. The birth of a new Great Emperor had little to do with him at present.

Su Chen did not stop. He tore through the sky and headed in another direction.

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The Great Wu Dynasty was in turmoil.

A Demon Emperor had charged straight into the heart of the dynasty. The most elite army of the Great Wu Dynasty, reinforced by several peak Profound Connection realm experts and tens of thousands of elite warriors, had been completely annihilated by this Demon Emperor.

An elderly imperial expert tried to stop the terrifying Demon Emperor, only to be torn apart alive, his blood staining the sky.

Green Mist Sect.

Today marked its doomsday.

The terrifying Demon Emperor who had slaughtered his way across the Great Wu Dynasty had finally arrived at the Green Mist Sect.

A massive shadow loomed over the entire sect.

From the depths of the Green Mist Sect, an elderly figure flew out. When she looked up and saw the divine bird, a faint sense of familiarity stirred in her mind.

"It's him… the crow from the Crow Visualization Technique…"

The old woman stared at the divine bird in panic. She had seen the legendary divine crow once when she was young. That image had remained crystal clear in her mind all these years.

Although the divine crow before her looked vastly different from her memories, that innate aura of looking down upon all living beings and the gaze that treated everything as dust were unforgettable.

The Green Mist Sect's grand protective array shattered with a boom and turned into a sea of black flames. When the old woman looked back, she realized her body had already been severed at some point.

Countless questions filled her mind as she gazed at that god-like figure, which had never wavered from start to finish. He was simply taking back the casual favor he had once bestowed.

The entire Green Mist Sect was buried in Su Chen's flames. He had given the Green Mist Sect its chance to rise. Naturally, he could also take everything back with ease.

"Chen Tianyi… ah, Chen Tianyi…"

The snow-white figure in Su Chen's embrace slowly woke up and opened her eyes. The scene before her was reflected in her pupils like a grand firework display—brilliant and dazzling.