Chapter 142

Chapter 142: The Reincarnated Villain Makes The Heroines Tearfully Beg For ForgivenessAlmost every day since Lin Tian left, Xiao Chan appeared next to the big tree where they had separated, waiting for him to return.

This wait lasted several years.

One day, the remaining human cultivators on the Lingxuan continent witnessed something incredible.

A human cultivator's figure suddenly grew bigger and bigger until it reached almost the level of the sky.

Even a slight movement of this figure caused the entire Lingxuan continent to tremble.

The cultivator seized countless Extraterrestrial Devils of the ancient Linguxan continent with his casual grasp.

From the huge rift above his head, he threw these Extraterrestrial Devils out as if they were garbage.

In this way, he threw them several times, one after another, eradicating at least 90% of the Extraterrestrial Devils on the ancient Lingxuan continent.

Finally, the survivors were able to breathe a sigh of relief.

An even more amazing scene then unfolded.

With both hands raised, this huge figure held up the sides of that rift.

By using his hands, he was able to close the rift quickly.

Click!

Click!

At this moment, the entire Lingxuan continent trembled.

The many Extraterrestrial Devils that remained on the Lingxuan continent were also slowly losing their source of power, becoming weaker, and even disappearing as this rift gradually shrank.

Numerous Extraterrestrial Devils rushed to stop this huge figure from closing the Traces of Heaven.

However, they were unable to stop this huge figure.

The survivors of the Lingxuan continent marveled at the scene.

There were even people whose mouths were dry and their hearts were shocked as they watched.

After a moment of shock and dumbfoundedness, they uttered two words: "Taichu."

In ancient times, 'Taichu' was the title of the strongest person in the human race. It was only by defeating everyone else and holding Taichu's decree that one could be called Taichu.

It was common for such a Taichu to be changed every now and then.

So there were actually quite a few Taichu's in ancient times.

However, there was only one Taichu left in everyone's heart now.

That was this huge figure in front of them.

"God... Taichu."

There were more and more people worshipping this huge figure.

According to them, the original Taichu evolved into a transcendent deity from a strong cultivator.

...

"It's young master, it's him."

Under a large tree that had lost all its leaves, Xiao Chan's excitement could be seen in the corners of her eyes as she jumped and danced.

While other people couldn't see who this huge figure was, Xiao Chan recognized it at a glance.

It was Lin Tian, her young master.

For several years, Xiao Chan had not heard from her young master.

Long Feijian and others could not help but look curious as they watched Taichu's figure dissipate within the light beam of resurrection.

Their curiosity was piqued as to how the ancient era managed to survive this catastrophe.

Su Qingyi experienced this personally.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her gaze was fixed on the light beam of resurrection before her, and she could not turn her gaze away.

Su Qingyi's appearance made the four ancient goddesses around her shake their heads.

All of them recognized Su Qingyi as their elder sister.

Previously, Su Qingyi had always appeared calm and composed.

Nevertheless, now that she had become so lost, they were also at a loss for words.

As soon as they thought of the person they held in their hearts, these ancient goddesses instantly became solemn.

In their hearts, they couldn't help but say, 'I wonder if we would be like elder sister and lose our emotions if we could look at the image of that year again.'

...

(Within the light beam of resurrection)

Xiao Chan stood under the big tree smiling.

However, watching Lin Tian's figure dissipate in the distance, her body seemed to have lost strength, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Young master."

She almost passed out due to the tingling sensation coming from her body and the despair welling up in her heart.

For a day and a night, she sat like this until she regained her senses.

"Young master promised me that even if he reincarnated, he would return to me."

She got up dully as if she had lost her soul, with a wooden face.

Over time, Xiao Chan waited under this large tree, from the spring when the green leaves bloomed to the autumn when the leaves fell.

From the summer when the rain poured down to the winter when the snowflakes flew.

Day after day.

Year after year.

Almost every day, Xiao Chan's figure appeared at the bottom of the tree, looking into the distance, waiting for the one she didn't even know could return.

Her wait this time lasted a full hundred years.

In a hundred years, Xiao Chan made a breakthrough into the Sage realm.

Due to their inability to cultivate, the children they saved back then did not survive.

In spite of this, Xiao Chan still waited here for a hundred years.

Many people knew the inside story and urged Xiao Chan not to wait any longer because it would be fruitless.

However, Xiao Chan remained unmoved.

...

(One hundred years later, on this day)

Under the bright sun, it was a clear day.

A young boy with foxtail grass in his mouth and a huge package in his hand came over from a distance.

His smile was bright as the sun.

"Xiao Chan, I'm back."