Betting the Primordial Era, the Saints' Rupture

Chen Ran's words, each one like a heavy hammer, struck the souls of all the powerful beings on the bridge.

The entire flagship fell into a silence more terrifying than death.

The color drained from Guang Chengzi's face.

Zhao Gongming's hand clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

In Bai Ze's eyes, wisdom was, for the first time, replaced by sheer terror.

This mortal...

He's gone mad!

He actually wants to use one apocalypse to threaten another!

He wants to use the entire Primordial Era as a bargaining chip on his negotiation table!

"Absurd!"

The will of Primordial Heavenly Venerate was the first to descend.

His voice was no longer majestic, but filled with uncontrollable rage.

"Chen Ran! Do you know what you're saying!"

"Ancestor Minghe is a tumor on the Primordial Era! A traitor! You actually want to cooperate with him?"

"And threaten him with the Solar Cage? If it gets out of control, you will be the sinner who detonated the sun! The eternal sinner who destroyed the entire Primordial Era!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's rage stirred the Laws of the Heavenly Dao.

The space on the bridge began to twist violently, as if it would be torn to shreds by the wrath of a Saint at any moment.

"Senior Brother is right!"

The killing intent of Lord of the Heavens followed closely.

"We should use swords to deal with traitors! I will go to the Sea of Blood and utterly destroy him! Why waste words with him!"

The phantom images of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords flickered in the air above the bridge, their boundless killing aura causing everyone's skin to prickle.

"Absolutely not!"

Chen Ran suddenly looked up, meeting the gaze of the two Saint wills representing the highest combat power of the Primordial Era.

There was no trace of fear in his eyes.

"Go to the Sea of Blood and kill him? And then what?"

"While we are locked in a mutual destruction with Ancestor Minghe, will Emperor Withered Bone sit back and reap the benefits, swallowing us and the Sea of Blood whole?"

Chen Ran's voice suddenly rose.

"Two Saints, do you want to vent your anger for a moment, or do you want to preserve the Primordial Era!"

This question was like a basin of ice water poured over the rage of the two Saints.

They fell silent.

Because what Chen Ran said was the truth.

A truth they could not refute, yet could not accept.

"Amitabha."

The will of the Two Saints of the West also drifted over.

"The Executor's plan is too dangerous, no different from asking a tiger for its skin."

"The heart of Ancestor Minghe is more unpredictable than Chaos. Once we hand over the key to him, or let him know of its existence, the initiative will no longer be in our hands."

Zhunti added.

"At that time, if he turns around and threatens us with the Solar Cage, how will we handle ourselves?"

The Saints' worries were also everyone's worries.

This was a dead end.

Fight, and it's mutual destruction, handing victory to a third party.

Don't fight, and they can only watch the Underworld erode them, a slow death.

Chen Ran's plan was like walking a tightrope over a cliff, but at least, it was a path.

However, this path was fraught with peril, with a nine out of ten chance of death.

All eyes turned to Chen Ran.

They awaited his answer.

"Initiative?"

Chen Ran smiled.

In that smile, there was a chilling coldness and madness that made even the Saints tremble.

"When have we ever had the initiative?"

He reached out a hand, pointing at the gray-white Netherworld on the light screen, the one that was devouring the life force of the Primordial Era.

"Did it ask for our permission?"

He then pointed towards the Solar Star, that terrifying existence which even Pangu could only suppress.

"Will it give us the right to choose?"

"We're already fish on someone else's chopping board! The only difference is whether we choose to be steamed or braised!"

Chen Ran's words were crude, yet incredibly true.

He had ripped off the last fig leaf from all the great powers, all the Saints.

What "unbreakable through myriad kalpas."

What "Heavenly Dao Saint."

In the face of true, world-ending disasters, they were no different from mortals.

They would all die.

They would all become food on someone else's plate.

"So, I'm not negotiating with Minghe."

Chen Ran's gaze swept over everyone.

"I am creating an opportunity for him, and for ourselves, to survive."

"Ancestor Minghe, his blood sea is endless, he himself is immortal. But everything he has is built upon the world of the Primordial Era. If the Primordial Era is gone, his blood sea will be like a rootless duckweed!"

"Emperor Withered Bone wants the vitality and death energy of the entire world! He will drain the blood sea and grind Minghe's bones to dust!"

"And the one in the sun, once it comes out, will burn everything! Its blood sea will be directly evaporated!"

"Therefore, he and we have a common enemy."

Chen Ran's logic was clear and cruel.

He laid bare all the relationships of interest.

"As for the key..."

Chen Ran looked at Nuwa.

"We will retrieve the key."

"But we are not going to the Solar Star, nor are we giving it to Minghe."

"We will place it in a place no one would expect, a place no one can reach."

"Where?"

Nuwa asked.

Chen Ran's gaze pierced through the endless Chaos, landing on the Primordial Continent.

It landed on the remains of Mount Buzhou, the mountain that had propped up the entire Primordial world.

"Pangu's Spine."

Chen Ran slowly uttered those four words.

"The key will be personally guarded by the will of Father God Pangu."

"Whoever wants to touch it will first have to ask if this world allows it!"

This proposal made everyone gasp.

Binding the key to the fate of the entire Primordial Era!

What boldness!

This way, even if Minghe knew of the key's existence, he would absolutely not dare to act rashly.

Because touching the key would be equivalent to making an enemy of the entire Primordial Era, and an enemy of Pangu's will!

This completely severed all future troubles.

"Good."

Grand Supreme Elder, who had been silent, finally spoke.

He only said one word.

But this single word represented the final decision.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate and Lord of the Heavens said no more.

They chose to default.

The plan had passed.

A crazy plan that gambled the entire future of the Primordial Era.

"Who will go to the Taiyin Star?"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate asked.

"Damn it."

Nuwa stepped forward.

"Xihe, you were once the ruler of Taiyin, accompany me."

"Yes, Empress." Xihe accepted the order.

"Not enough."

Chen Ran shook his head.

"Taiyin Star is in opposition to Solar Star, and there must be great danger there. Two people alone are probably not enough."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"I need someone, someone absolutely rational, who cannot be swayed by any external force, and who can precisely execute all commands."

Chen Ran's gaze fell upon the Heavenly Origin Sect's ranks.

It landed on one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, a taciturn Daoist holding a jade ruyi.

True Lord Yuding.

Everyone was stunned.

Why him?

True Lord Yuding was not the strongest among the Twelve Golden Immortals, nor did he possess the most powerful magic treasures. He had always been low-key.

Only Primordial Heavenly Venerate's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

He knew Chen Ran had chosen the right person.

True Lord Yuding cultivated the method of severing three corpses, the path that most valued the "heart."

His Dao heart was as pure and unyielding as jade.

"Yuding, you will accompany Junior Sister Nuwa on this trip," Primordial Heavenly Venerate commanded.

"Yes, Master." True Lord Yuding bowed and accepted the order.

"Anything else?"

Chen Ran's gaze finally fell upon himself.

"Who will go to the Sea of Blood?"

This question plunged the entire bridge into deathly silence once more.

Going to Taiyin Star was an adventure.

Going to the Sea of Blood was suicide.

Facing that conspirator who had been plotting since the ancient era, calculating against the entire Primordial Era.

Whoever went would die.

"I will go,"

Chen Ran said calmly.

"This plan was my idea."

"It is time for me to place the first chip in this gamble."