The Great Wilderness and a Dead Infant in Swaddling Clothes?

"When an Immortal King sets out, ten thousand Daos resonate in harmony!"

"With a single thought, they can create the heavens and earth, evolving all living things; with a single thought, they can cause the universe to collapse, returning all existence to nothingness!"

"As for those fierce beasts in the Great Wilderness, in the eyes of an Immortal King, they do not even count as dust!"

Hiss!

Hearing this, the entire hall once again erupted with the sound of people gasping in shock.

Creating the heavens and earth with a single thought? A universe collapsing with a single thought?

Such immense power had completely shattered the pathetic cognitive limits of the Douluo spirit masters!

"Of course," Su Chen shifted his tone, a sense of vast, longing antiquity permeating his voice.

"Among the beast race, there also exist terrifying beings capable of contending with the Immortal Kings."

"They are the Ten Primordial Evils!"

"True Dragon, True Phoenix, Kunpeng, Heavenly Horned Ant..."

"The Ten Primordial Evils are the ten strongest beast species between heaven and earth!"

"Take the True Dragon, the leader of the Ten Evils, for example. Its body stretches for who knows how many hundreds of millions of miles; a single dragon scale falling from it would weigh enough to smash the entire Douluo Continent into the seabed, shattering it into pieces!"

"And in that world, whether human or beast, status and rank do not matter—only strength is respected!"

These words struck everyone's hearts like the tolling of a great bell.

A single dragon scale, smashing the Douluo Continent?

How could that be possible?!

Meanwhile, sitting in the corner, Xiao Wu's beautiful, large eyes were already brimming with crystalline tears.

"The Ten Primordial Evils—can the beast race also cultivate to the point of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Immortal Kings, capable of destroying the universe with a single thought?"

Xiao Wu held her hands to her chest, gazing infatuatedly at Su Chen on the high platform.

In that world, the beast race did not need to worry about being kept in captivity by humans, nor did they need to fear being hunted and stripped of their spirit rings because of pregnancy or severe injury.

As long as you are strong enough, you can soar through the nine heavens and become a god revered by all races!

"If... if that were truly a real world, how wonderful it would be..." Xiao Wu murmured to herself, having completely fallen into an obsession with that perfect world.

However, just as Xiao Wu was filled with longing, a bucket of cold water was poured over her head.

"Xiao Wu! Wake up!"

Beside her, Tang San's face was as dark as water as he lowered his voice to scold her: "You actually believe the nonsense fabricated by a madman like this?"

"How could beasts possibly stand shoulder-to-shoulder with humans? The destiny of beasts is to produce spirit rings!"

"What Immortal Kings, what Ten Primordial Evils—it's all fake!"

"How could a person possibly create the heavens and earth with a single thought? This is a fallacy that severely violates the laws of spirit power conservation and the developmental trajectory of martial spirits!"

After Tang San finished speaking, he sneered, looking with disdain at Su Chen, who stood on the stage like an exiled immortal.

"He is merely using extremely exaggerated rhetorical devices to cover up the logical flaws in his story."

"Just wait."

"This person is spreading heretical ideas and bewitching the masses."

"I will go back and invite my teacher!"

"My teacher, Yu Xiaogang, is the universally acknowledged master of theory on the Douluo Continent!"

"Once my teacher arrives, with his peerless and profound knowledge of martial spirits, he will surely see through all the unrealistic disguises of this charlatan at a single glance!"

At the thought of this, Tang San seemed to see the image of Su Chen being scolded by Yu Xiaogang until he was weeping bitterly.

"When that time comes, I want to see how this attention-seeking clown will kneel and beg for mercy when faced with my teacher's irrefutable theoretical rebuttals!"

"I will make him lose all reputation here in Tiandou City!"

On the high platform, Su Chen wore a simple green robe, looking like an immortal from a painting.

He naturally did not know, nor did he care, how viciously the 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 more than frogs at the bottom of a well who had never seen the true vastness of the world.

As long as his story continued, this world would sooner or later be completely overturned by the vast era he spoke of.

Thinking of this, Su Chen remained calm, gently picking up the coarse porcelain teacup on the table, blowing away the floating tea leaves in a leisurely manner, and taking a light sip.

Then, with a crisp snap, the folding fan in his hand unfolded once more.

"Honored guests, I have already mentioned the basic laws of the Great Wilderness."

"In the Great Wilderness, there are many ancient remnants roaring in the mountains and forests, and many human tribes bleeding dry just to survive."

"But in this vast Era of Chaotic Antiquity, the threads of the story often begin to extend from the most inconspicuous and humble of places."

"On the edge of that vast Great Wilderness, one day, two uninvited guests arrived."

Su Chen's gaze was distant, as if he had pierced through the carved beams and painted rafters of the Listening Rain Pavilion to see that ancient and vast world.

"That was a young couple."

"The man had a tall, upright stature and a heroic bearing; even though his brows were etched with exhaustion, he could not hide that peerless air of one who looked down upon the masses."

"The woman possessed a face of world-toppling beauty and unparalleled grace, yet at this moment, her eyes were brimming with tears, appearing heart-wrenchingly sorrowful."

"They were both covered in dust and grime, their clothes tattered and torn; upon their once-luxurious garments, large, mottled patches of blood that had yet to dry still remained."

"Clearly, before this, the couple had endured a brutal, bloody battle beyond the imagination of ordinary men, only managing to carve a path through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to escape to this remote edge of the Great Wilderness."

Hearing this, the Douluo audience below pricked up their ears.

Finally, new characters had appeared in the story!

Mr. Su had just painted the Great Wilderness as so terrifying that even Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were considered mere common vicious beasts; why would this young couple, carrying heavy injuries, come to such a perilous place?

Were they courting death?

Under the focused gaze of everyone present, Su Chen lightly flicked his folding fan, his tone dropping low:

"And in the arms of that world-toppling woman, she was clutching a bundle wrapped in animal hide."

"Supporting each other, dragging their heavily wounded bodies, they left a trail of bloody footprints with every step, finally coming to a halt at the entrance of Stone Village."

"Under the gaze of that Willow Deity—a lightning-struck tree that was charred black and possessed only a single tender shoot—they met the village chief of Stone Village, an old man with a faltering gait and a face weathered by the elements."

"There were no excessive pleasantries, nor did they recount the horrific, inhumane pursuit they had suffered."

"The heroic man's eyes turned red, his hands trembling violently as he solemnly placed the bundle, which they cherished more than life itself, into the hands of the old village chief."

"The old village chief took the bundle with trembling hands and looked down."

"Yet, after just one glance, this old man who had seen more than enough life and death in the Great Wilderness could not help but redden his eyes and let out a deep, heavy sigh."

Speaking to this point, Su Chen paused, his gaze sweeping across the room as his voice turned incredibly grave:

"Because the child in that bundle had a face as pale as paper, devoid of even a shred of color."

"His breathing was as faint as a gossamer thread, and the vitality within that tiny body was nearly exhausted, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment."

As these words fell from Su Chen, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion fell silent for a moment, and then, everyone was stunned.

A dying infant on the verge of perishing?