Chapter 729: Destruction of the Abyss, the Invincible Chen Chu (I)

Chen Chu stood at the edge of the rift, his gaze resting on a middle-aged man wearing glasses. The man’s aura was merely at the Sixth Heavenly Realm, yet he was in charge of reinforcing the spatial passage. "It’s stabilized now, right?"

The middle-aged man responded with utmost respect. "The first-stage solidification has been completed. It can now stably support mythical-level lifeforms moving through."

Chen Chu nodded. "That’s sufficient. Put the second stage on hold for now."

"Yes, my lord."

Reinforcing a world rift into a stable passage consumed tremendous resources and manpower. Therefore, whether to proceed further depended on the potential value of development on the other side.

If there was none, Chen Chu would destroy the rift after subjugating and relocating the Tyrannosaur Race.

As they talked, Chen Chu turned his head toward the pitch-black rift a few hundred meters away, gaping like an abyss. A faint twitch rippled between his brows, causing him to pause.

From within the rift—or perhaps from the other side—his Insightful Void-Slashing Eye faintly sensed a trace of danger.

The feeling flashed by, weak and fleeting, but Chen Chu’s eyes immediately narrowed.

Is the Tyrannosaur Warlord stronger than expected, so strong that even I would struggle in battle? Or has something unexpected occurred on the other side?

Just as Chen Chu instinctively sensed something, far beyond the rift, over seven hundred kilometers from the oasis of Kavadora’s tribe, the great battle had already ended.

The largest oasis in the desert had vanished. The site of the ancient desert city had been reduced to a crater over ten kilometers in diameter, and the yellow sand a hundred kilometers around had crystallized.

Above the crater stood Alekriel, a thousand meters tall, his feet treading upon the void. Around him surged a dark red demonic qi, spiraling like a vortex and making him resemble a world-ending demon king.

Yet this normally three-headed, eight-armed demon king appeared quite battered. Half of his true form had shattered, four arms were gone, and his expression was grim.

The Tyrannosaur Warlord had fought ferociously. Even after Alekriel and his future self repeatedly blasted apart its true form, wearing it down until only thirty percent of its origin remained and it was on the verge of being suppressed, it had chosen to self-destruct.

A middle-stage titan burning its true form, divine soul, and laws in self-destruction produced devastating power. The explosion nearly destroyed the demonic domain formed by the summoned abyss.

Alekriel’s future body had been obliterated on the spot. His present true form had been half-destroyed, with thirty percent of his origin erased—a tremendous loss.

Moreover, the other two Tyrannosaur Kings, inspired by Gerald’s sacrifice, had also ignited their bloodlust and chosen to self-destruct in turn.

In the chain of explosions that followed, two Abyssal Battle Demons had their true forms reduced to wreckage. Among the millions of Abyssal Monsters that had gathered over the years, at least one million were annihilated.

This marked the first time that Alekriel—son of a demon god, imperial prince of the empire, and someone who had cultivated smoothly all the way until now—had suffered such a crushing defeat.

Looking down at the vast crater, where no corpse remained, Alekriel held a golden Battle Order in hand, his expression cold. "From this day forth, the Tyrannosaur Race ceases to exist."

Boom!

With the extinction of an entire civilization, Alekriel’s demonic qi erupted, piercing the heavens and enveloping a two-hundred-kilometer radius in a dark red Abyssal Demonic Domain.

In an instant, wails and screams rang out from the distance.

They came from the elite warriors of the three major tribes. The grand battle pattern array had already been scattered by the horde of Abyssal Monsters. Now, under the backlash of the abyssal demonic qi, they trembled uncontrollably as black markings gradually surfaced on their bodies.

Boom!

At the heart of the demonic domain, the ground shattered. Amid the dark red light, a massive demon king's pillar, over a hundred meters wide and three thousand meters tall, shot into the sky. It was covered in demonic runes, coiled like countless black demonic dragons.

Alekriel sat cross-legged atop the pillar, while below, over two million mutated Tyrannosaur Aliens swarmed together like a sea of monsters, letting out mindless roars.

Hum!

The demonic runes on the pillar vibrated, radiating dark red light that enveloped the Abyssal Monsters. Streams of pure red and black light poured from the monsters’ bodies.

These were the blood, flesh, essence, and souls sacrificed in ritual—transformed into Abyssal Force. Like a vast ocean, it surged upward, engulfing the entire pillar. In an instant, Alekriel’s aura surged dramatically.

His lost bloodline power, demonic power, and law origin rapidly regenerated.

To corrupt and demonize all life and offer them to the abyss—this was the demon god's bloodline ability, providing mastery over abyssal power. It was the reason why the Purgatory Clan had become so formidable.

By contaminating and demonizing countless lives and entire lands, the Purgatory Clan had amassed countless high-ranking demon generals, demon kings, and great demon kings. Even their total number of demon-god-level powerhouses exceeded twenty.

However, this was also why the Celestial King had once said that the Purgatory Clan would one day face a backlash.

For as they continued to plunder the world, corrupt all things, and sacrifice billions of lives to strengthen themselves, the mythical world, once "awakened," would inevitably respond.

***

"Ah Hu and the others came by last night?"

In the temporary dining tent set up on the hillside, Chen Chu had just taken a seat after checking on the rift’s condition when Yan Ruoyi, seated across from him, shared the unexpected news.

Her silver hair gleamed like snow as she nodded gently, a smile at the corner of her eyes. "Yes. Last night, your younger brother and a student named Xia Youhui flew over. They took a bunch of photos with the Tyrannosaur King.

"But they didn’t even wait for me to invite them to a late-night snack. They caught a return flight in the middle of the night. Perhaps they were afraid you’d scold them."

"Those two..." Chen Chu shook his head with a chuckle.

As they had breakfast, Chen Chu and Yan Ruoyi chatted about the handling of the aliens. Just then, Li Qingtian’s adjutant came jogging over, offering a respectful bow. "My Lord, a group of war correspondents from the Federation's Promotion Department is requesting an audience."

"From the Promotion Department? What do they want with me?" Chen Chu looked puzzled.

"They wish to follow you into the mythical world and record the operation to subjugate the Tyrannosaur Race. They also plan to conduct a personal interview with you about your cultivation journey and compile it into a feature series to be broadcast across the Federation."

Cough!

Chen Chu cleared his throat, a little embarrassed. "Isn’t that a bit over the top?"

Seventeen years old and already being featured in a personal documentary? A full Federation-wide broadcast at that. Even Chen Chu felt a little awkward.

Across from him, Yan Ruoyi smiled. "Not exaggerated at all. You reached the mythical level in just one year, and your record of slaying over ten demon kings has already shaken the world. You’ve just advanced too quickly, Chen Chu. Most of your time has been spent cultivating, so your mindset hasn’t quite caught up yet.

"Normally, whenever someone breaks through to the king level, the Federation launches a nationwide campaign, hosting a feast and an official presentation ceremony for their new position in the council. But with the mutations on the Blue Planet and another outbreak of civilizational war at the frontlines, your feast was postponed.

"The Promotion Department likely wants to use you as a model for a comprehensive campaign. With your example, the Federation’s martial spirit will only grow stronger. Combined with the energy shock that’s increased transcendent energy concentration, the environment for cultivation will improve significantly.

"More people will awaken cultivation talents, breakthroughs will come faster, and with the Expansion Division stabilizing the rear and intensifying resource development, all indicators point toward an explosive surge in the number of cultivators over the next few years. Growth rates are expected to double."

𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

As Yan Ruoyi spoke more and more enthusiastically, Chen Chu merely shook his head slightly.

It was true—things looked bright for humanity in all respects. However, the problem was that humanity needed time, and the Purgatory Clan would never allow them that luxury.

The mythical surge had already begun; a subtle prelude to the coming disaster was underway. An invisible pressure suddenly weighed upon Chen Chu’s heart.

He needed to grow stronger, quickly. Strong enough to survive the second mythical surge, strong enough to face the Purgatory Clan’s full-scale invasion.

With that thought, Chen Chu said directly, "Tell those reporters the situation beyond the rift has changed. It's no longer suitable for filming."

The adjutant froze for a second, not expecting Chen Chu to reject such a golden opportunity to become a historic icon. “...Understood, my lord.”