"An Immortal King's arrival sets the myriad Dao singing in harmony!"
"With a single thought, they can split heaven and earth and give life to all creation; with another, they can make the universe collapse and all things return to the void!"
"As for the Ferocious Beasts of the Great Wilderness, in an Immortal King's eyes, they aren't even worth the dust!"
Hiss!
At this, the entire teahouse once again erupted in gasps.
Split heaven and earth with a single thought? Make the universe collapse with one thought?
Such power had completely shattered the pitiful limits of the Douluo Spirit Masters' understanding!
"Of course." Su Chen shifted gears, his tone steeped in a boundless grandeur that stirred the heart.
"Among the beasts, there are also terrifying beings capable of contending with Immortal Kings."
"They are the Ten Primordial Evils!"
"The True Dragon, the True Phoenix, Kunpeng, the Heavenly Horned Ant..."
"The Ten Primordial Evils are the ten mightiest kinds of beasts in all creation!"
"Take the True Dragon, chief among the Ten Primordial Evils. Its body stretches for countless billions of miles. Even a single scale that falls from it weighs enough to smash the entire Douluo Continent beneath the sea and shatter it to pieces!"
"And in that world, whether human or beast, no one speaks of status or rank. Strength alone is supreme!"
Those words rang out like a great bell, pounding heavily against every listener's heart.
A single dragon scale could smash the Douluo Continent?
How could that be?!
At the same time, Xiao Wu, sitting in the corner, had tears glistening in her beautiful, wide eyes.
"The Ten Primordial Evils... Could beasts also cultivate until they stood shoulder to shoulder with Immortal Kings, able to destroy the universe with a single thought?"
Xiao Wu clasped her hands to her chest and gazed dreamily at Su Chen on the stage.
In that world, beasts didn't have to worry about being kept by humans, or being hunted and stripped of their Soul Rings because they were pregnant or gravely injured.
As long as you were strong enough, you could soar through the heavens and become a deity revered by all races!
"If... if that really were a world that existed, how wonderful would it be..." Xiao Wu murmured to herself, completely lost in her fascination with the Perfect World.
But just as Xiao Wu's heart brimmed with longing, a bucket of cold water came pouring down over her.
"Xiao Wu! Snap out of it!"
Tang San, sitting beside her, wore a face as dark as water. Lowering his voice, he scolded her, "You actually believe the utter nonsense this madman made up?"
"How could beasts possibly stand shoulder to shoulder with humans? A beast's fate is to produce Soul Rings!"
"What Immortal Kings? What Ten Primordial Evils? It's all fake!"
"How could anyone split heaven and earth with a single thought? That's a fallacy that goes against the law of conservation of Soul Power and the principles governing Martial Soul development!"
After speaking, Tang San sneered and looked at Su Chen onstage with disdain. Su Chen looked just like a banished immortal.
"He's merely using absurdly exaggerated figures of speech to cover up the gaping holes in his story's logic."
"Just wait."
"This man is spreading lies and misleading people."
"When I get back, I'll bring my teacher here!"
"My teacher, Yu Xiaogang, is the universally acknowledged Grandmaster of theory on the Douluo Continent, unrivaled in his field!"
"Once he arrives, with his unmatched knowledge of Martial Souls, he'll see straight through every unrealistic disguise this fraud is hiding behind!"
At the thought, Tang San could already picture Su Chen being berated by Yu Xiaogang until he wept bitterly.
"Then I'll see how this attention-seeking fool begs for mercy on his knees when faced with my teacher's flawless theoretical rebuttal!"
"I'll make him a laughingstock throughout Heaven Dou City!"
On the stage, Su Chen sat in a green robe, as elegant as an immortal in a painting.
He naturally had no idea—and didn't care—how maliciously that Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master in the corner was plotting against him.
In his eyes, these so-called Spirit Masters and nobles below were nothing but frogs in a well, who had yet to witness the true breadth of the world.
As long as he kept telling his story, sooner or later, the vast world he spoke of would completely overturn this one.
At the thought, Su Chen remained composed. He gently picked up the coarse porcelain teacup on the table, leisurely blew aside the tea leaves floating on the surface, and took a small sip.
Then, with a crisp snap, he opened his folding fan again.
"Honored guests, I've already mentioned the basic laws of the Great Wilderness."
"The Great Wilderness is full of Primordial Remnants roaring through the mountains and forests, and human tribes shedding blood just to survive."
"But in this vast Era of Chaotic Antiquity, the threads of a story often begin to unfurl from the most insignificant places."
"One day, two unexpected visitors arrived at the edge of that boundless Great Wilderness."
Su Chen's gaze grew distant, as though it passed through the carved beams and painted rafters of the Listening Rain Pavilion and glimpsed that ancient, boundless world.
"They were a young married couple."
"The man stood tall and proud, his bearing heroic. Though exhaustion weighed heavily on his brow, he still possessed an extraordinary air that set him above the rest;"
"The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, peerless in grace, but at that moment her eyes brimmed with tears, and she looked heartbreakingly sorrowful."
"Both were travel-worn and dressed in rags. Even their once-luxurious clothes were still stained with large patches of dried blood."
"Clearly, before this, the couple had endured a brutal battle beyond anything ordinary people could imagine. They had carved a path through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood before escaping to this remote edge of the Great Wilderness."
At this, the Douluo listeners below the stage pricked up their ears.
At last, new characters had appeared in the story!
Just now, Mr. Su had made the Great Wilderness sound so terrifying that even Primordial Remnants on the level of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts counted as ordinary Ferocious Beasts. So why had this young couple, covered in serious wounds, come to such a dangerous place?
Were they looking to die?
As everyone watched with rapt attention, Su Chen waved his folding fan and spoke in a low voice:
"In the arms of the breathtaking woman, she held a swaddled infant, tightly wrapped in beast hide."
"The couple supported each other, dragging their gravely wounded bodies along, leaving a bloody footprint with every step, until at last they stopped at the entrance to Stone Village."
"Under the gaze of the Willow Deity, a charred Lightning-Struck Wood with only a single tender shoot remaining, they met the village chief of Stone Village, an elderly man with a weather-beaten face and unsteady steps."
"There were no lengthy greetings, nor did they explain the horrific pursuit they had endured."
"The heroic man's eyes reddened. His hands trembled violently as he solemnly placed the precious swaddled infant from his wife's arms into the old village chief's hands."
"The old village chief took the bundle with trembling hands and looked down."
"But with just one glance, the old man, who had witnessed death and hardship throughout the Great Wilderness, couldn't help but redden his eyes and heave a deep sigh."
At this point, Su Chen paused, then swept his gaze across the audience. His voice grew unbearably heavy.
"For the child in the swaddling clothes was as pale as paper, without the slightest hint of color."
"His breathing was as faint as a thread. The life force in his tiny body had nearly withered away; he was like a candle in the wind, liable to go out at any moment."
When Su Chen's words fell, the Listening Rain Pavilion fell silent for a moment. Then everyone froze.
A dead baby, on the verge of dying in infancy?
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