The Prince's Responsibility, The Blood Sea's Fury

Lu Ya's words caused the atmosphere in the bridge to shift.

All eyes focused on him.

The young Golden Crow Crown Prince no longer had the arrogance in his eyes from before.

In its place was a heavy sense of awakening.

Chen Ran watched him.

He didn't answer immediately.

He was thinking.

Lu Ya's proposal was the only way forward currently.

But the risk was immense.

The area around the Solar Star was no longer the peaceful place it was in the Primordial Era.

Pangu's sealing power had twisted everything in that region.

Chaos energy and True Sun Fire intertwined there, forming the deadliest of dead ends.

Even Saints wouldn't dare to venture deep easily.

"How confident are you?" Chen Ran asked.

"Fifty percent," Lu Ya replied, not exaggerating.

"Fifty percent chance of finding it, one percent chance of returning alive."

This answer made many gasp.

What was the difference between this and suicide?

"Mother, I have to go," Lu Ya turned to Xihe.

"This is the responsibility Father Emperor left me."

Xihe's eyes were filled with tears. She wanted to refuse but couldn't find the words.

She knew this was Lu Ya's destiny.

Chen Ran's fingertips tapped lightly on the main console.

The Heavenly Net System was rapidly simulating possibilities.

Countless data streams flashed by.

Simulating all the potential outcomes of Lu Ya's journey.

Failure.

Failure.

Still failure.

The success rate was less than half a percent.

"Your plan is wrong," Chen Ran stated.

Lu Ya looked at him sharply.

"You don't need a team to escort you," Chen Ran said.

"Because any magic treasure or flying ship in that area would become the most obvious target, attracting infinite energy storms."

"You would die even faster."

"Then what do you mean?" Lu Ya's voice held a hint of anger.

"I mean, the fewer people who go, the better." Chen Ran stood up.

He walked towards the center of the bridge.

"One person is enough."

Everyone froze.

One person?

To brave the Solar Star's restricted zone?

"Who?" Guang Chengzi couldn't help but ask.

Chen Ran's gaze swept over everyone present.

Finally, he sent the command deep into the Human Race fleet.

There, an unremarkable black warship.

Inside the warship, a silent man opened his eyes.

He was tall.

His muscles were like solid rock.

His face was expressionless.

He simply got up silently, took a step, and his figure appeared on the bridge of the flagship.

A primal and fierce aura rushed towards them.

All the Immortals and Gods present felt a palpitation.

This person had no powerful magical energy fluctuations on him.

But his pure physical body gave people a terrifying feeling of being able to tear apart heaven and earth.

"Human Race, Xing." The man spoke, his voice like metal striking stone.

This was the Human Race's hidden trump card.

Born before the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, having experienced countless bloody battles, an Ancient Battle Witch capable of fighting Great Witches with his bare body.

He was also Chen Ran's final guardian for the Human Race.

"Xing, from today onwards, your mission is to protect him." Chen Ran pointed at Lu Ya.

"No matter where he goes, no matter what he does, guarantee that he stays alive."

Xing's gaze turned to Lu Ya.

He nodded.

He didn't say a single extra word.

Lu Ya looked at the man before him, feeling that pure aura born for battle.

The bit of defiance in his heart disappeared.

He knew that this person could perhaps truly protect him.

"You two, depart immediately." Chen Ran gave the order.

"No flying ships, no magical treasures."

"You will use the most primitive method to infiltrate that area."

"I will use the Heavenly Net System to plan out a path with the thinnest energy for you."

"The rest is up to yourselves."

This plan was extremely audacious.

But everyone understood that this might be the only feasible method.

Lu Ya and Xing spoke no further.

They bowed deeply to Chen Ran, to Nuwa, and to Xihe.

Then, they transformed into two streams of light and disappeared into the depths of Chaos.

Watching the direction they left, everyone's heart hung in suspense.

The hopes of the entire Primordial Alliance rested on these two.

At the same time.

At the bottom of the dark and deep Nine Nether Blood Sea.

Ancestor Minghe was sitting cross-legged on the Karma Fire Red Lotus.

His expression was terrifyingly grim.

Just now.

The countless hidden pawns he had placed throughout the Primordial Era had all been uprooted at the same time.

Those pieces he had spent countless efforts cultivating since the Witch-Demon Cataclysm.

Now, they had all become names on the Alliance Contribution Points list.

A great purge targeting him was unfolding in the Primordial world.

He could feel his connection to the destiny of the Primordial world being rapidly severed.

"Chen Ran..."

Ancestor Minghe squeezed out this name.

Endless killing intent caused the entire Blood Sea to begin to boil.

Countless Asura roared in pain within the Blood Sea.

He sensed the small team that had left the Alliance fleet.

He sensed the aura of that Golden Crow.

"Di Jun... you are dead, yet you still leave trouble for this venerable one."

A fierce glint flashed in Minghe's eyes.

He would not let Di Jun's son live to find anything.

He reached out his hand.

A drop of pure blood, containing his origin power, appeared from his fingertip.

The blood drop fell into the blood sea below.

BOOM—!!!

The entire blood sea churned with monstrous waves.

A colossal blood-colored vortex formed in the center of the blood sea.

A figure, covered entirely in blood-colored bone armor, wielding two giant blood-colored scythes, with a pair of broken bone wings on its back, slowly rose from the vortex.

Its body exuded a pure aura, born solely for slaughter.

This was the most powerful warrior of the Asura race.

Personally created by Ancestor Minghe using countless vengeful souls and his own origin blood, it was the perfect weapon of slaughter.

"Yaksa King," Ancestor Minghe's voice echoed.

"Go."

"Kill that little crow."

"Bring back his corpse."

Yaksa King did not reply.

He merely raised his head, his scarlet eyes, devoid of any emotion, gazing into the depths of Chaos.

The next second.

His figure vanished from his original spot.

The blood sea returned to its calm.

As if nothing had happened.

Only Ancestor Minghe's cold eyes continued to watch the distance.

A silent assassination aimed at the future of the Primordial Era.

Had quietly begun.