The Silence of the Chaos City Lord

Virtual Universe, Headquarters of the Cosmic Galaxy Bank, Golden Coin Continent.

As ripples appeared in the space, the figure of Wind-Thunder Venerable materialized out of thin air.

She looked down at the ground covered with "gold coins," and the palaces and pillars were all gilded and carved. What she used to think was tacky and cheap decorations now looked dazzling and warm to her heart.

Is this what his apprentice Tang Ping meant by "gold-plated"?

"Excellent, festive and bright!" Wind-Thunder Venerable nodded repeatedly.

The next second, her figure transformed into a streak of pale purple lightning, Teleportation to the front of the ultimate Divine Temple at the core of the continent.

The Divine Temple was as spacious and empty as ever, with golden light from the dome flowing over every inch of the floor tiles like water, and even the air seemed to be coated with warm light.

Wind-Thunder Venerable strode in with light steps, his little face beaming with an irrepressible smile, like a little girl who had just received candy. He skipped and hopped along, humming a tuneless little tune, his silvery voice echoing in the empty hall.

"Wind-Thunder, what treasure did you find today? You're so happy." A gentle laugh came from the high platform of the Divine Temple. Lord of Peng Gong leaned against the golden throne, the golden light flowing from his fingertips swaying gently with his words.

Wind-Thunder Venerable abruptly stopped, his face still flushed with excitement. As he looked up at the high platform, his tone was filled with undisguised pride.

"Master! I've really struck Supreme Treasure! Do you remember that little disciple I took in the Ganwu Secret Realm a few years ago? He's only a thousand years old now, but his Law Comprehension is already several streets ahead of most immortals."

Most importantly, he became a Black Warrior, a talent that would be rare even for our Human Race across countless eons!

"Oh?" Lord of Peng Gong, sat up straighter, a genuine look of surprise flashing in his eyes. "This is truly wonderful news."

Human Race has never lacked top-notch comprehension and temperament, nor has it lacked secret techniques passed down through generations; its only weakness lies in its physical foundation.

Those Special Lifeform have Gene Multiplier of hundreds or thousands of times. In a fight, even Human Race cultivators would perish, while the opponent could still Burning Divine Body to unleash their combat power. This innate gap has been the pain of countless Human Race powerhouses.

The emergence of a Black Warrior capable of breaking through genetic limitations is indeed a blessing for the race.

Lord of Peng Gong changed the subject, glancing at her with a half-smile, "Little Wind-Thunder, did you come here just to show off?"

Wind-Thunder Venerable immediately put on a fawning smile, rubbing his hands together as he approached the hall, his tone sickeningly sweet. "Master, you're too kind! I've rendered a great service to the clan! I've nurtured such a prodigy for our Cosmic Galaxy Bank. As long as my disciple doesn't perish along the way, he's guaranteed to be Invincible King in the future!"

She paused, her eyes sparkling as she tentatively asked, "Look, my disciple is so promising. As his Grandmaster, you should give him some reward to share in the joy, right? I don't want much else, but since he's become a Black Warrior, he should at least get some of the Beast God Blood: a thousand drops, what do you think?"

When she mentioned "a thousand drops," she deliberately frowned, putting on a troubled look as if to say, "I know it's a bit much, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"A thousand drops?" Lord of Peng Gong laughed angrily. "You think you can eat that?! Even if I agreed, Chaos and the others would still dismantle this bank of mine! This is the clan's strategic reserve; I'll give you a maximum of a hundred drops!"

"Deal!" Wind-Thunder Venerable responded almost immediately, his smile practically overflowing, with not a trace of his earlier "difficulty" remaining.

Lord of Peng Gong: "----"

The empty Divine Temple fell silent for a moment, then a thunderous roar shook the golden light, "Get out!"

An invisible force enveloped the small body of Wind-Thunder Venerable, throwing her directly out of the Divine Temple, transforming her into a pale purple speck of light on the horizon. Her joyful cry echoed from afar, "Master, I'll come see you again next time!"

Inside the Divine Temple, Lord of Peng Gong shook his head helplessly, but the golden light at his fingertips spun faster and faster. After a moment of contemplation, his figure suddenly disappeared from the throne, and the next second, he appeared atop Thunder Island, the Virtual Universe Company Headquarters.

Thunder Island was shrouded in mist, with endless lightning weaving through the air currents. In front of the majestic palace at the heart of the island, the Chaos City Lord stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the surging sea of lightning below, his eyes as deep as the starry sky.

"Chaos, long time no see!" Lord of Peng Gong, dressed in a long robe with gold patterns, landed with a hearty laugh.

The Chaos City Lord turned around, a smile appearing in his eyes when he saw him, "Peng Gong, a rare guest."

"I've come to congratulate you!" Lord of Peng Gong strode forward, his tone warm. "Congratulations on taking on such a fine disciple! Before long, our Human Race will have another pillar of strength!"

The Chaos City Lord nodded slightly, his tone filled with undisguised praise, "Luo Feng is indeed exceptionally talented, especially in his comprehension of the Gold-Space Laws, which is nothing short of heaven-defying."

"What a coincidence!" Lord of Peng Gong slapped his thigh, feigning surprise, "My grand-disciple, the little disciple Wind-Thunder took in, is said to be Luo Feng's great-grandson-in-law! Now, at a thousand years old, he's already a Black Warrior. This Earth truly is a blessed land!"

Chaos City Lord: "----"

He was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Peng Gong, given our relationship, you don't need to beat around the bush. If you're here to show off, you can go find Xu Jin. He's been training Hong recently, and Hong is also from Earth; he probably has a lot to say to you."

Mentioning Earth, the Chaos City Lord spoke with a touch of emotion, "Speaking of which, this planet is indeed strange. So many geniuses have emerged in such a short time."

That Mountain Sitting Guest is truly mysterious and unpredictable. No one knows what methods he used to cultivate both the Yan God Race and the Earth Lineage, one in terms of physical characteristics and the other in terms of soul, both of which are very special.

No wonder even his teachers treated him with great respect back then.

Fortunately, we included Earth in our protection zone early on. Given time, Human Race might truly see a new, powerful branch emerge. However, this time we must be careful—we absolutely mustn't let another Emperor Yan appear!

Lord of Peng Gong nodded in agreement, but quickly changed the subject, laughing, "Senior Mountain Sitting Guest's methods are beyond question. Chaos, according to the clan rules, when a genius of the Black Warrior level is born, the clan should provide some compensation, right?"

"I won't make things difficult for you. How about two thousand drops of the Beast God Blood?"

Chaos:???

After a moment of silence, Chaos waved his hand dismissively. "Two hundred drops at most. Take it or leave it."

"Deal!" Lord of Peng Gong immediately agreed, afraid that he might go back on his word.

Chaos City Lord: "----"

In the next instant, Lord of Peng Gong transformed into a golden light and vanished instantly into the lightning of Thunder Island. Only the lingering golden light in the air and the still-warm application for the Beast God Blood, which had just been finalized, reminded the Chaos City Lord that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

The Chaos City Lord gazed wistfully at the churning clouds and thunder below the island.

The palaces, appearing and disappearing in the lightning, stood side by side, each inhabited by King Rank or Venerable of the Human Race. They were the backbone of the people, yet they were always scheming against each other, openly and secretly, for resources, for power, and for the chance to rise in rank.

An indescribable weariness suddenly spread from the depths of his heart, causing the tycoon in charge of the Virtual Universe Company to furrow his brow slightly.

He raised his hand and pressed his brow, his fingertips brushing against what seemed to be the old marks left from when he followed his teacher to conquer the stars.

"Teacher," he murmured, his voice so soft it was almost swallowed by thunder, "I missed you... Are you... alright?"

The wind whipped his robes, making them flutter loudly.

After a long silence, the weariness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unwavering determination.

"Your disciple is very good—and will certainly protect Human Race!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked into the palace. His figure stood out even more in the lightning, like an ancient and unchanging mountain.