Lu Ya's words changed the atmosphere on the bridge.
Everyone's eyes focused on him.
The young Golden Crow Crown Prince no longer had his previous arrogance in his eyes.
In its place was the heaviness of awakening.
Chen Ran looked at him.
He did not answer at once.
He was thinking.
Lu Ya's proposal was currently the only breakthrough.
But the risks were enormous.
The outskirts of the Solar Star had long ceased to be the peaceful place they had been in ancient times.
The power of Pangu's seal had twisted everything in that region.
Chaotic qi and True Sun Fire intertwined there, forming the most lethal of forbidden lands.
Even Saints would not dare venture deeply inside.
"How confident are you?" Chen Ran asked.
"Fifty percent," Lu Ya answered, without exaggeration.
"A fifty percent chance of finding it, and a ten percent chance of returning alive."
That answer made many people suck in a breath.
How was that any different from courting death?
"Mother, I have to go." Lu Ya turned toward Xihe.
"This is the responsibility Father left me."
Xihe's eyes brimmed with tears. She wanted to refuse, but the words would not come.
She knew this was Lu Ya's destiny.
Chen Ran lightly tapped his fingertips against the main control console.
The Heavenly Net System was rapidly running calculations.
Countless streams of data flashed past.
They simulated every possibility of Lu Ya's journey.
Failure.
Failure.
Still failure.
The success rate was less than five percent.
"Your plan is wrong," Chen Ran said.
Lu Ya abruptly looked at him.
"You don't need a squad to escort you," Chen Ran said.
"Because any magical artifact or flying vessel would become the most obvious target in that region, drawing endless energy storms."
"You would die even faster."
"Then what do you mean?" Anger tinged Lu Ya's voice.
"I mean, the fewer people go, the better." Chen Ran stood.
He walked to the center of the bridge.
"One is enough."
Everyone was stunned.
One person?
To break into the Solar Star's forbidden zone?
"Who?" Guang Chengzi could not help asking.
Chen Ran's gaze swept across everyone present.
At last, he sent an order toward the depths of the human fleet.
There was an inconspicuous black warship there.
Inside the warship, a silent man opened his eyes.
He was very tall.
The muscles covering his body were like boulders.
His face was completely expressionless.
He merely rose in silence and took a single step, and his figure appeared on the flagship's bridge.
A primal, ferocious aura rushed at them.
Every Immortal and God present felt their hearts tremble.
This man had no powerful Magic Power fluctuations around him.
Yet his pure physical body gave off a terrifying sense that he could tear apart heaven and earth.
"Human, Xing." The man's voice rang like metal and stone.
He was humanity's hidden trump card.
An Ancient Battle Witch born before the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, who had endured countless bloody battles and could kill Great Shamans through physical strength alone.
He was also the final guardian Chen Ran had prepared for humanity.
"Xing, from today onward, your task is to protect him." Chen Ran pointed at Lu Ya.
"No matter where he goes, no matter what he does, make sure he stays alive."
Xing turned his gaze toward Lu Ya.
He nodded.
He did not say another word.
Lu Ya looked at the man before him, feeling that pure aura born solely for battle.
The last trace of defiance in his heart vanished.
He knew this man might truly be able to protect him.
"You two, depart immediately." Chen Ran issued the order.
"No warship, no magical artifacts."
"You will infiltrate that region in the most primitive way possible."
"I will use the Heavenly Net System to map out a route with the thinnest energy concentrations."
"The rest is up to you."
This plan was bold to the extreme.
But everyone understood that this might be the only feasible way.
Lu Ya and Xing said nothing more.
They deeply bowed to Chen Ran, Nuwa, and Xihe.
Then they transformed into two streams of light and vanished into the depths of chaos.
Watching the direction in which they departed, everyone's hearts rose to their throats.
The hopes of the entire Primordial Alliance rested on those two.
At the bottom of the dark, unfathomable Nine Nether Blood Sea.
Ancestor Minghe sat cross-legged atop the Karma Fire Red Lotus.
His face was frighteningly grim.
Just moments ago.
The countless agents he had planted throughout the Primordial World had all been uprooted at the same time.
Those pawns he had painstakingly cultivated since the era of the Witch-Demon Cataclysm.
They had now all become names on the alliance contribution point list.
A massive purge targeting him was sweeping through the Primordial World.
He could feel the connection between his fortune and the world's fortune of the Primordial World being severed at a terrifying pace.
"Chen Ran..."
Ancestor Minghe squeezed out the name through his teeth.
Boundless killing intent made the entire Blood Sea begin to boil.
Countless Asura wailed in agony within the Blood Sea.
He sensed that small group leaving the alliance fleet.
He sensed the aura of that Golden Crow.
"Di Jun... even after dying, you still leave trouble for me."
A vicious glint flashed in Minghe's eyes.
He would not allow Di Jun's son to live long enough to find anything.
He raised a hand.
A drop of pure blood containing the power of his origin emerged from his fingertip.
The blood droplet fell into the Blood Sea below.
BOOM--!!!
The entire Blood Sea surged with monstrous waves.
A massive blood-red vortex formed at its center.
A figure slowly rose from the vortex, clad entirely in blood-red bone armor, wielding two enormous blood-red scythes, with a pair of shattered bone wings on his back.
His body radiated a pure aura born solely for slaughter.
He was the strongest warrior among the Asura.
The most perfect killing weapon personally created by Ancestor Minghe using countless resentful souls and his own origin blood essence.
"Yaksa King," Minghe's voice rang out.
"Go."
"Kill that little crow."
"Bring his corpse back."
The Yaksa King did not answer.
He merely raised his head, his scarlet eyes devoid of any emotion as they looked into the depths of chaos.
The next second.
His figure vanished from where he stood.
The Blood Sea returned to calm.
As though nothing had happened.
Only Ancestor Minghe's cold eyes continued staring into the distance.
A silent strangulation aimed at the Future of the Primordial Era.
Had already begun.
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