Chapter 290 - 287: G.S.T, Leaving Again

Chapter 290 - 287: G.S.T, Leaving Again

The spiritual transmission sent by Wu Yu to Long Chen was swift, brief, but from Long Chen’s ever-changing expression, it was shocking. Those originally bright, pure, and unyielding pupils were in a state of perpetual shaking. His hands clenched, mouth ajar, and body trembling was very telling.

Wu Yu’s wolf’s eyes flashed with an emotional light. It was unbefitting to a Grand Monarch, as if he was making a difficult choice that must be made. But seeing Long Chen’s reaction, his heart that had been softened and influenced by this young man’s presence had clearly affected him.

He sent another spiritual transmission, causing Long Chen’s head to abruptly jerk as his eyes widened. "Y-you...Senior..." Long Chen’s current state was almost indescribable, his emotions were going haywire without any support, and he felt as if his world was collapsing.

He had just lost Hong Ru.

’Why did this have to happen?’

That single sentence lingered within his thoughts as those eyes of his finally lifted to meet the silver radiance of the Titanic Mudworm Snake’s eye. For a moment, he saw a flash of a figure that had been a blight on his life since the beginning. From his oath to Na Xinyi, to their fight on the Myriad Yore Continent, to his name being in the mouth of everyone, and more. Now, he stood beforehand a creature that wasn’t him, yet his heart felt a sensation of being stifled to the extreme.

Thud!

Wu Yu’s Shadow Moon Wolf collapsed. It was merely a corpse without his spiritual influence. The act of possession was a very rare, evil method that forced out an individual’s sea of consciousness and claimed their body. This effectively killed them, sending them into heaven’s embrace.

It was an act that only those who’ve obtained the realm beyond Astral Core, a realm beyond the Mortal, could achieve. Their mystical powers were boundless, limited by talent, time, and strength.

Wu Yu’s spiritual light left the glabella of the wolf’s corpse and entered his black ring. For a moment, it flickered with dim light as if making arrangements.

Wei Wuyin’s eyes were still closed in his Sky Palace. He halted the funneling of his elemental origin force into the serpent. There was a little disappointment within his eyes; Wu Yu was an exceptionally intelligent fellow. He was primed for a fight. He wanted to see how far Wu Yu could push a Star Beast with a Soul Idol’s strength.

For example, the Shadow Domain that was conjured was terrifyingly strong. While it seemed to consume a vast amount of energy to use, it could block the Titanic Mudworm Snake’s elemental force empowered strike. This strike easily entered a level of strength that exceeded the ordinary Spatial Resonance Phase expert.

To block it and do so instantly, it fascinated him without end. It didn’t seem to be an innate bloodline ability of the Shadow Moon Wolf, as even he had never heard of it unleashing such power. If that was used in an abrupt assassination attempt, where one goes from a sneaky attack to summoning endless shadows from every direction that each had strength barely inferior to the original body, there would be no one in the Soul Idol Phase that could defend.

He felt even Zuhei would meet an unexpected demise. It was simply too fast, without warning, and influenced the spirit and mind. It was a true territory to establish an area of absolute death. If it wasn’t for his serpent’s terrifying physical defenses, it would’ve been shredded by their fangs and claws.

Before he healed it, its state was horrific. Terrifying to witness as flesh, scales, and blood was splashed everywhere. It was the only reason he decided to send his elemental origin force within and not his saber force. But he was also a little hesitant because his saber was meant to kill. If he were to bring it out, a life must be taken.

While killing Wu Yu’s Shadow Moon Wolf could be accepted, his heart didn’t feel right. From the beginning, since he first learned how to wield a saber from his older brother, he had never taken out his saber unless to claim a life or save his own. This was a life teaching he held dear to his heart, a principle of the Saber Dao.

Perhaps it was this form of belief that formed his Saber Intent.

Long Chen had his eyes fixated on the Titanic Mudworm Snake. The whites of his eyes had been tainted by faint lines of crimson. From the light within his pupils, he seemed to be teetering on the edge. This state only came to an end when the ring that had adorned his finger since young had left his hand for the second time since he obtained it, both seemingly caused by the same person.

Wu Yu floated beside Long Chen. He said, "Remember: You’re the next Grand Monarch of the Myriad Monarch Astral Territory. You don’t need a crutch like this old man, giving you a sense of protection and safety. This era is primed for you to obtain, you must work hard, cultivate well, and never lose your sense of self." Those words were tinged with a warm, fatherly tone.

Long Chen’s eyelids drooped, wetness suffused the corners of his eyes, and he wanted to...he didn’t know what he wanted to do. While he understood the reasoning, while Wu Yu had explained that his interference here in the trial was telling that he was becoming overly reliant on his power, and that prevented him from making decisive actions, he didn’t want to accept it.

But didn’t he just order Wu Yu to kill his enemies? What type of Grand Monarch, a supreme Hegemon of an era, cried to his senior to handle his problems? Since he was young, there were only others who relied on their seniors to bombard him, to attack him shamelessly. To think he would fall into the same pattern of thinking.

He had no argument.

He wanted to push forward into the Martial Dao and ascend into a realm that exceeded the Mortal limits. If he relied on Wu Yu, how could he accomplish this? Wouldn’t he just become another arrogant young master complacent at having better cultivation, talent, and strength than those weaker than him?

With clenched fists, he could only remain silent.

Wu Yu, on the other hand, could only sigh. Long Chen’s recent display had been unbefitting of a Grand Monarch. This was a truth he had ignored because he had witnessed Long Chen grow from a young boy to a man, from a struggling youngster seen by all as trash to an elite of the cultivation world.

But he wasn’t making this decision based on that. He was pushed into a corner, but this corner was like an Immortal Palace filled with endless benefits, enough gourmet food to eat for a lifetime, and a future. He had only seen this palace once before: It was the King of Everlore.

He couldn’t bank on the unlikely chance that Long Chen will conquer the heart of the Princess of Everlore, nor did he have the time to wait. Wei Wuyin was the right and only choice.

He didn’t speak. He had already told Long Chen what he needed to know. As for Hong Ru’s death, he had informed him that if his cultivation base reached a high enough level, she might be able to be revived. But he didn’t tell him about his actions of retrieving her mind and soul, this was to provide him with ample motivation.

Wu Yu slowly moved away. Long Chen jumped, a hollow feeling left in his heart. He spurted incoherently for a moment before gathering himself. A look of pure decisiveness entered his eyes, "I will obtain your mantle, becoming a Grand Monarch. Then, I’ll take you back."

Wu Yu had decided to leave with Wei Wuyin a second time, ensuring his safety and continued participation in this event. But this time, it was likely for longer than a few months.

Wu Yu formed an intangible and nearly transparent silhouette reflecting himself. Long Chen saw this grand, imposing figure and felt his heart burn ever brighter with determination.

Wu Yu said, "I’ll be waiting."

In his heart, however, he knew that it was unlikely that Wei Wuyin would simply allow this. In fact, he knew what Wei Wuyin’s intentions were. The moment he decided to threaten Long Chen with crippling, he recalled Wei Wuyin’s desire from before. Now that he was a Mortal Sovereign, that desire...

Wu Yu’s figure vanished, and his ring flashed. The Titanic Mudworm Snake opened its maw, allowing the ring to enter its mouth before Wei Wuyin’s spiritual force resounded.

"...On account of Na Xinyi, I’ll forgive your insolence and offense. This time. " The voice caused the world to slightly tremble, and the Titanic Mudworm Snake tunneled into the earth, vanishing from sight.

While those words were merely said as a throwaway excuse, back on the Myriad Monarch Sect, there was a pale-faced woman whose skin and beauty seemingly lost its shine, that was crying. Even after reaching his height, he still gave her face and considered her.