The Legend of Wuzhong Immortal King, Gu Yuena Becomes a Servant!

The crowd in the great hall stared at the image suspended in mid-air, unable to snap out of their stupor for a long time.

The commotion of that war chariot crushing the void, combined with the Upper Realm cultivators' attitude of viewing human life as mere blades of grass, had dealt them a massive shock.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the front row, his brows tightly locked; after pondering for a moment, he stood up.

"Mr. Su."

Ning Fengzhi cupped his hands toward the high platform.

"Since these Three Thousand Provinces of the Upper Realm are so cruel, where the weak are prey to the strong..."

"May I ask, sir, what kind of figures stand at the very pinnacle of this vast Upper Realm?"

"Could it be the Heavenly Gods you mentioned before? Or perhaps True Gods?"

Ning Fengzhi's question was exactly what everyone present wanted to know.

They were desperate to understand where the ceiling of martial power in that world truly lay.

Su Chen sat in his grand armchair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

He set the cup down, looked at Ning Fengzhi, and shook his head.

"Heavenly Gods?"

"In the eyes of the true powerhouses, Heavenly Gods are nothing more than slightly more capable individuals."

Su Chen's tone was indifferent.

"Those who currently rule the Three Thousand Provinces of the Upper Realm are the leaders of the great sects—the mighty beings of the Dunyī Realm."

"And above these sect leaders, there are the Supremes."

"A single rage from a Supreme can leave a million corpses in its wake; they are the manifest rulers of these Three Thousand Provinces."

Upon hearing the word "Supreme," everyone in the hall held their breath.

A million corpses—this level of power had completely transcended their comprehension.

However, Su Chen shifted the tone of his speech.

"But above the Supremes, deep within the unknowable Life Forbidden Zones of the Upper Realm..."

"There are still a few old monsters clinging to life."

"They are the true foundation of these Three Thousand Provinces."

"The world calls them... Remnant Immortals."

Remnant Immortals?

As soon as these two words were uttered, a faint murmur of discussion broke out in the hall.

Prince Xue Xing sat beside Emperor Xue Ye; he frowned and could not help but speak up.

"Mr. Su, Remnant Immortals... does that mean crippled immortals?"

Prince Xue Xing shook his head, a hint of disdain unconsciously creeping into his tone.

"These Three Thousand Provinces of the Upper Realm sound vast and infinitely perilous."

"After all that, the ones standing at the very top are just a few cripples?"

"That seems rather pathetic, doesn't it?"

A sect elder chimed in as well: "Indeed. If even their bodies are incomplete and they have to rely on clinging to life to survive, how strong could such people be?"

"I was expecting some sort of heaven-defying, indestructible deity."

Listening to the mockery and skepticism echoing through the hall...

In the corner, Gu Yuena frowned slightly.

She looked at Su Chen on the high platform, whose expression remained completely unchanged, and her intuition told her that things were definitely not that simple.

On the high platform.

Su Chen was not angry; he merely let out a mocking laugh.

"Pathetic?"

Su Chen stood up, his gaze sweeping over Prince Xue Xing, who had just spoken.

A single, indifferent glance was enough to make Prince Xue Xing's entire body turn cold, and he snapped his mouth shut instantly.

"Do you know why they became Remnant Immortals?"

Su Chen picked up the Folding Fan on the table and snapped it open.

"A long, long time ago, this world was not called the Three Thousand Provinces of the Upper Realm."

"It had an incredibly glorious name."

"The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

Su Chen's voice gradually deepened, carrying the vastness and weight of an age that had traversed the eons.

"In that era known as the Immortal Ancient."

"The laws of heaven and earth were flawless, and the substances of longevity were incredibly abundant."

"That was a truly great era, where ten thousand races stood tall and the stars shone with brilliance."

"In that age, True Immortals were eternal; they could live as long as heaven and earth, and shine as brightly as the sun and moon."

"And above the True Immortals, there existed supreme beings who ruled over the heavens and myriad worlds, their every word becoming law."

Su Chen spat out four words, one by one.

"Kings of the Immortal Dao."

The great hall fell silent in an instant.

"In the Immortal Ancient Era, Immortal Kings rose together."

Su Chen waved his Folding Fan. Although there were no images in the air, his voice sketched a magnificent scroll in the minds of everyone present.

"There was Wuzhong Immortal King, who held an Immortal Bell in his hand."

"With a single toll of the bell, he could suppress the river of time and make the ages flow backward."

"There was Immortal King Samsara, who controlled the six paths and attempted to hold the life and death of the entire universe within his palm."

Emperor Xue Ye gripped the back of his chair tightly.

Suppressing the river of time? Controlling the cycle of life and death?

Such means were simply beyond the reach of words to measure!

"Beyond these Immortal Kings."

Su Chen looked toward Di Tian and Gu Yuena in the corner.

"There were also the Ten Primordial Evils, who stood unrivaled under the heavens."

Upon hearing the words "Ten Primordial Evils," Di Tian and Gu Yuena both looked up simultaneously.

"They were not Immortal Kings, yet their bloodlines were powerful to the extreme."

"A pure-blooded member of the Ten Primordial Evils, upon reaching adulthood, could tear apart a true Immortal King with their bare hands, relying solely on their physical body and innate precious techniques!"

Su Chen's speaking pace gradually quickened.

"There was the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

"It was merely a weed growing in the starry sky."

"But when its nine leaves stirred, the sword qi it unleashed could strike down the stars in the sky and cleave through the chaos of the universe."

"There was the Heavenly Horned Ant."

"It was said to possess the ultimate peak of strength in this world; a single punch could shatter the heavens and myriad worlds."

"There was the Kunpeng."

"It mastered the creation of yin and yang, becoming a Kun in the sea and a Peng in the sky, feeding upon the True Dragon!"

Hearing that it fed upon the True Dragon, Di Tian's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks.

As the Black Dragon King, he felt an instinctive shudder from the depths of his soul upon hearing of such an existence.

"And the leader of the Ten Primordial Evils."

Su Chen looked at Gu Yuena.

"Was known as the True Dragon."

"That was the true progenitor of the dragon race; a single roar from it could shatter three thousand worlds."

"A single drop of its dragon blood could crush the starry sky of eternity."

Gu Yuena sat in her chair, her breathing completely disrupted.

She had always believed that the Dragon God of the Douluo God Realm was the pinnacle of the dragon race.

But now, hearing of the True Dragon from the Perfect World.

She suddenly realized that the power the Dragon God was so proud of was not even fit to carry the shoes of the true Ten Primordial Evils.

Everyone in the great hall was completely stunned into silence.

Their brains could no longer process such vast and terrifying information.

Any single powerhouse of this level could destroy the Douluo Continent ten thousand times over with a mere breath.

"However."

The Folding Fan in Su Chen's hand snapped shut.

"It was this very era, a time of extreme prosperity where Immortal Kings rose and the Ten Primordial Evils rampaged."

"It was completely shattered."

Inside the hall, the sound of gasping echoed one after another.

Such a terrifying era had actually been shattered?!

"The Foreign Realm knocked at the gates, and the Immortal Kings crossed the Heavenly Abyss."

Su Chen's voice carried an aura of extreme, tragic iron-bloodedness.

"That battle caused the heavens to collapse and the Great Dao to be ground into nothingness."

"Wuzhong Immortal King died in battle, his bell-shaped body shattered."

"Immortal King Samsara bled out, the Six Paths crumbling."

"The Ten Primordial Evils charged at the very front; the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass fought four Immortal Kings alone, only to be uprooted in the end."

"The True Dragon had its dragon soul beaten out of existence, and the Ten Evils were all but wiped out."

"Even the Willow Deity, the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit worshipped by ten thousand races, ended up severely wounded and forced into nirvana, reduced to a charred, withered stump."

Su Chen looked at the audience below, who had fallen into a state of utter stupor.

"The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were shattered, and the laws became fragmented and incomplete."

"Only then did we get the Three Thousand Provinces of the Upper Realm as they exist today."

Su Chen walked back to the table and picked up the gavel.

He looked at Prince Xue Xing, who had spoken so insolently just moments ago.

"And those Remnant Immortals you all mocked?"

"They are the immortal beings who survived that world-ending, cataclysmic war."

"Some are battle-hardened veterans whose origins were crippled by the laws of the Foreign Realm, never to recover."

"Others are cowards who fled the front lines back then, hiding in the shadows to cling to their wretched lives."

Su Chen's gaze was icy.

"But regardless of whether they are veterans or cowards."

"Regardless of how broken they may be."

"They are, in the end, Immortals."

"Even if they have only one breath left, even if they can only lie in the forbidden zones gasping for survival."

"As long as they open their eyes."

"Even a single wisp of their aura is enough to crush every supreme sect leader in these Three Thousand Provinces into blood mist in an instant."

Upon hearing this, Prince Xue Xing's legs went weak, and he slid from his chair onto the floor.

His back was thoroughly soaked with cold sweat.

He had actually been mocking such terrifying existences, beings who could destroy the Three Thousand Provinces with just a wisp of their aura!

The entire hall was suppressed to the point of suffocation.

Everyone felt as if their hearts were being tightly gripped by an invisible, massive hand.

"And the most pathetic part is this."

Su Chen's voice struck everyone's chest like a heavy hammer.

"The seven Kings of the Border Wasteland, who shed their very last drop of blood to protect the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

"Their descendants were branded as sinners by these surviving Remnant Immortals, all to cover up the truth and seize their fortunes."

"That is the origin of the Sinful Bloodline."

Su Chen gripped the gavel tightly.

"These high and mighty Remnant Immortals are the true masterminds behind why Shi Hao's kin were kept like livestock."

"They are also the most terrifying, insurmountable walls of despair in these Three Thousand Provinces of the Upper Realm."

Su Chen slammed the gavel onto the table.

Clack!

"Now, tell me."

"When that youth who walked out of the Great Wilderness."

"Steps alone into this Upper Realm, controlled by Remnant Immortals who view the Sinful Bloodline as mere weeds."

"Facing these ancient immortal monsters who have lived for countless epochs, beings to whom even the Heavenly Dao must submit."

Su Chen's gaze swept across the room like lightning.

"How is he to survive?"

"How is he to wash away the humiliation of his ancestors?"

"And how is he to..."

"Defy the heavens and slay the Immortals?"

As his voice faded, Su Chen turned around decisively and walked toward the backstage.

"To know what happens next."

"Come back tomorrow."

As Su Chen's figure vanished behind the curtain at the back of the stage.

A wave of stifled, heavy breathing finally erupted throughout the main hall.

No one dared to speak loudly, and certainly no one dared to complain about why the session ended so early as they had the day before.

Remnant Immortal.

Immortal King.

Ten Fiends.

These heavy, weighted terms pressed down upon everyone's hearts like insurmountable divine mountains.

Prince Xue Xing remained slumped on the floor.

Emperor Xue Ye glanced at him, let out a cold snort of utter disdain, and waved his hand to have two royal guards haul him away.

Bibi Dong stood up. Without looking at anyone, she led Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others from Martial Soul Hall straight out of Listening Rain Pavilion.

She needed to return and properly digest everything she had heard today, especially the so-called "Divine Fire Realm" and "True God."

Following the polite urging of the attendant in green, the patrons in the hall began to disperse one after another.

Only Gu Yuena and Di Tian, sitting in the corner, remained motionless.

It was not until the hall was nearly empty that the doors of Listening Rain Pavilion were slowly closed by the attendant.

Only then did Gu Yuena slowly rise to her feet.

She glanced at the staircase leading to the second floor, said nothing, and stepped forward to head toward it.

Di Tian scanned the surroundings with extreme vigilance, following closely behind her.

On the second floor, in the lounge.

Su Chen sat in a grand armchair, toying with the jade bottle containing the Willow Deity Nirvana Liquid.

A faint, light knock sounded at the door.

"Enter."

Su Chen spoke indifferently.

The wooden door was pushed open.

Gu Yuena, dressed in a white gown, walked in with a calm expression.

Di Tian, showing great discretion, remained outside, closing the door behind him and standing guard in the corridor like a temple guardian.

Su Chen lifted his eyelids and glanced at Gu Yuena as she approached.

The sickly pallor on her stunningly beautiful face and the violent, chaotic aura of laws within her body could not escape the perception of his Unique Cave Heaven.

"Sit."

Su Chen gestured casually toward the chair opposite him.

Gu Yuena did not stand on ceremony; she walked over and sat down.

"You arrived faster than I expected."

Su Chen placed the jade bottle in his hand onto the table.

The moment the jade bottle touched the surface.

Gu Yuena's gaze was instantly and firmly drawn to it.

Even through the jade bottle, the Dragon God Core within her, weakened to the extreme, emitted a series of intense, yearning palpitations.

It was a frantic craving born from the very instinct of life.

"Since Mr. Su knows my identity and has seen through my injuries."

Gu Yuena raised her head, looking directly into Su Chen's eyes.

"Then I shall not beat around the bush."

"Can the contents of this bottle heal me?"

Su Chen let out a laugh, sounding entirely nonchalant.

"Willow Deity Nirvana Liquid."

"Never mind the insignificant, broken laws within your body."

"Even if you were reduced to a single drop of blood, with your soul extinguished."

"It could still pull you back from the River of Time, allow you to instantly reshape your true form, and even cause your bloodline to undergo a complete rebirth."

Upon hearing these words, Gu Yuena's breath hitched.

She gripped her skirt tightly with both hands.

"What does Mr. Su desire?"

Gu Yuena understood clearly that such a supreme divine object capable of defying the heavens could never be given away for free.

As a ruler, she naturally understood the principle of equivalent exchange.

Su Chen leaned back against his chair, his gaze sweeping over Gu Yuena with an air of extreme indifference.

"My Listening Rain Pavilion happens to be lacking a maid to pour tea, fetch water, sweep the floors, and wipe the tables."

"I think you would be quite suitable."

As soon as these words left his lips, Di Tian, standing outside the door, shuddered violently, his terrifying black dragon aura nearly erupting in an uncontrollable burst.

To have the dignified Master of Soul Beasts, the Silver Dragon King, serve as a maid?!

Gu Yuena was stunned on the spot.

She had expected Su Chen to demand the resources of the entire Star Dou Forest, or perhaps order her to assassinate someone.

She never imagined he would ask her to stay behind to pour tea and fetch water!

Yet, seeing the cold, humorless look in Su Chen's eyes, she gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and agreed.

"Very well."

"As long as you can heal my injuries, sir."

"Gu Yuena is willing to serve as a slave and maid in the Listening Rain Pavilion."

Hearing her agree so readily, Su Chen gave a slight nod.

He extended two fingers and pushed the jade bottle on the table toward Gu Yuena.

"Take it."

"Consume it right here. I guarantee that not a shred of your aura will leak out during your breakthrough, and the God Realm will never detect a thing."

Gu Yuena reached out with trembling hands, cradling the jade bottle with the utmost care.

However, she did not pull the stopper immediately; she looked at Su Chen, a flicker of curiosity crossing her eyes.

As a former manifestation of the Dragon God, she possessed the supreme pride inherent to the dragon race.

"Sir."

Gu Yuena set the jade bottle down and looked at Su Chen with extreme seriousness.

"Earlier in the hall, I heard you speaking of the Ten Primordial Evils of the Immortal Ancient Era."

"You spoke of the True Dragon, the leader of those ten evils."

Gu Yuena swallowed hard.

"I was split from the Dragon God and possess the ultimate mastery over the elements of this world."

"May I ask, sir."

"If a bloodline such as mine were placed in that Perfect World, how would it compare to a pure-blooded True Dragon?"