No one knew how much time had passed since Su Chen was suppressed.

One day, the unchanging figure finally opened his eyes.

"Yao Tianxin… is dead."

A Great Emperor had fallen. He had not died of old age, but his strength had been worn down to the limit, and he was counter-killed by Supremes. The outcome was exactly as Su Chen had predicted.

Every Great Emperor who attained the Dao possessed unparalleled talent and unshakeable conviction. Leaving behind descendants to continue his bloodline had been Yao Tianxin's conviction.

Unfortunately…

Su Chen let out a soft sigh.

...

In the outside world, the myth of the strongest being of the era—the undefeated Great Emperor—had been shattered.

After the Heavenly Heart Great Emperor's death, no new Great Emperor appeared for several thousand years. Such a long period of dark turmoil had not occurred in nearly a million years.

In this era, all living beings were like ants. The myriad races were raised like livestock, and the accumulated foundations built by Great Emperors over a million years were exhausted. Even the true names of many past Great Emperors were erased.

A once-prosperous era marched toward decline.

One day, shocking news spread.

"Someone is attempting to attain the Great Emperor realm!"

"It's an Emperor Son—the most favored descendant of Heavenly Heart Great Emperor. If he succeeds, he may truly end this era!"

"Not good! Supremes are attacking! They dare to strike directly during the tribulation!"

"Hahaha! So what if the Supremes act? They still failed to stop a Great Emperor from attaining the Dao. The dark era is about to end. Another supreme Emperor will rise to suppress all enemies!"

"No… the newly ascended Great Emperor was ambushed by hidden Supremes. He is in mortal danger!"

"The Great Emperor has fallen…"

Su Chen finally broke free of the restrictions.

A newly ascended Great Emperor had been slain by Supremes, his blood staining the starry sky. A peak Great Emperor had died so easily.

From the ancient era to Heavenly Heart Great Emperor, thirty-seven Great Emperors had appeared in total. The myriad races had prospered and orthodoxies had continued without end. Even when past Great Emperors fell into the forbidden zones, they had never cut off all future hope. But now, a newly ascended Great Emperor no longer possessed the power to suppress everything.

Su Chen understood that a new epoch had begun. Since ancient times, the Great Emperors were no longer invincible. Some powerful Supremes, having bathed in Emperor blood, had recovered portions of their former strength. Ordinary newly ascended Great Emperors were now nothing more than prey. If he attained the Dao now, he would only become a snack.

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Su Chen chose not to break through. Instead, he concealed his traces. He found a desolate mountain. If the Supremes discovered him now, he would be nothing more than a walking humanoid divine medicine. It was almost an unsolvable dead end.

Su Chen began searching for a way to break the deadlock.

Three thousand years passed. The old Supremes started nurturing new powerhouses, treating countless geniuses as mere food. Even some experts sealed by the Heavenly Heart Great Emperor were dug out, torn apart, and refined into supplements.

Chaos and disorder filled every corner of the universe.

One day, Su Chen arrived at the foot of a mountain. The living beings there had been slaughtered by a passing foreign cultivator to refine a magical treasure. That cultivator was weak—Su Chen could kill him thousands of times with a single thought.

Yet Su Chen did not act.

At the foot of the mountain, a child stood amid the scattered bones. His eyes burned with sky-high killing intent.

"You… want revenge?" Su Chen asked, looking at the child.

The child remained silent, only staring at Su Chen with unwavering hatred. His eyes revealed both an intense desire for vengeance and unbreakable determination.

"You are quite cautious. However, if I wanted to kill you, it would take only a single thought."

With a wave of his sleeve, Su Chen turned the distant mountains and rivers into flying ash right before the child's shocked eyes.

"Immortal… please accept me as your disciple!"

The child dropped to his knees with a thud and kowtowed until his forehead bled. He desperately wanted the power to take revenge.

Su Chen said calmly, "I will not take you as my disciple."

The spark of hope in the child's eyes instantly turned to despair.

Su Chen continued, "However, I will give you a cultivation method. If you succeed in practicing it, you may be able to kill your enemy with your own hands."

Su Chen wrote down a cultivation technique.

"Cultivating this method might lead to your death."

Those were Su Chen's last words. He vanished without a trace, like a true immortal who came and went without leaving a shadow.

The child carefully picked up the technique. Several large words were written on it.

He read them out softly.

"Spirit Communion Art."

...

Indeed, what Su Chen had given the child was the Spirit Communion Art—the technique left behind by the Spirit Communion King, also known as the Spirit Divine King.

In the past, the Spirit Divine King had revived and fought against the universe's top geniuses. Even multiple Supremes had been forced to act before he was finally killed. That had not even been his complete form.

Su Chen suddenly thought that this ancient existence might be able to emerge again and again, helping him wear down those Supremes. The Spirit Communion Art would give the child hope for revenge, while Su Chen's final words represented a choice.

Under Su Chen's distant observation, the child ultimately chose to cultivate the Spirit Communion Art. In two hundred years, he reached the Profound Connection realm and killed his enemy.

After taking revenge, he sensed the flaws in the technique. He might become someone else entirely. Yet he did not choose to disperse his cultivation and die in meditation.

At the final moment, the middle-aged man kowtowed toward the sky.

"Thank you, Immortal, for giving me the chance to slay my enemy with my own hands… Thank you…"

For a long time, the middle-aged man remained motionless. When he finally raised his head again, his eyes were ice-cold and indifferent.

"The talent of this body… is truly terrible."

Su Chen watched from afar. He knew that the middle-aged man before him was no longer the same person. He was now the Spirit Communion King.

Su Chen did not know the full origins of the Spirit Communion King, but he understood one thing: this was an ancient and mysterious existence. Even if his traces were erased, he could still revive life after life. His talent was astonishing. Mere mediocre talent could never restrain him.

Su Chen continued to hide his presence and disappeared from the world.

The Spirit Communion King rose to power. This ancient being possessed astonishing talent and countless methods. Even with an ordinary mortal body, he was in no way inferior to those with divine or sacred bodies.

Su Chen secretly observed this old schemer as he rose step by step—tricking and killing powerhouses, seizing resources, and turning countless living beings into nourishment. The threat this existence posed was no less than that of a Supreme.

But there were too many Supremes now. If the Spirit Communion King wanted to attain the Dao, he would inevitably clash with them.

Time flew by like a shuttle.

Su Chen fell into a deep slumber.

In the world, a terrifying figure rose, looking down upon the nine heavens and striking a Supreme across the sky. After seven thousand years, another being was about to attain the Great Emperor realm.

A faint spark of hope reignited in the hearts of all living beings. Could this supreme existence truly succeed?

Heaven and earth were devoured. Living beings on billions of stars turned to ash. The being attempting to attain the Dao was even more ruthless and terrifying than some Supremes.

Several Supremes were enraged.

Who dared to compete with them for food? And so savagely at that?