Chapter 809: Space-Time Rejection, Manifestation of the True Demon God Form (II)

Squeak!

Chen Chu’s sword slowly cut across his left palm, forcing out a single drop of purple-golden blood. The moment it left his hand, it hovered mid-air, radiating halos and emitting terrifying energy fluctuations.

Puff!

Infused with the power of his divine soul and will, the blood atomized into a dense mist, which then gathered and morphed into a humanoid figure, essentially gaining a new set of flesh and blood.

Moments later, a body that resembled Chen Chu’s own appeared from nothing, its physical toughness comparable to someone at the Fourth Heavenly Realm. The scene was as if Heaven itself had forged life—divine and miraculous.

This was the terror of Chen Chu’s current true form. As long as his divine soul remained intact, he could practically be reborn from a single drop of blood.

Thoughts raced through his mind at astonishing speed. Drawing from the cultivation experiences of the seven complete body enhancement arts, a foundational framework quickly took shape in his mind.

Once the design of the first stage was finalized, Chen Chu began testing it within the experimental body. Step One: Sense the blood and qi. Step Two: Condense the blood and qi. Step Three: Circulate the—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three blood vessels in the test body’s arms and abdomen instantly ruptured, spraying misty blood into the air.

Chen Chu's brow furrowed. “The Sanjiao[1] is incorrect. The vitality is clashing with the meridians. I need to adjust.”

Bang! Bang!

More meridians burst at the shoulders...

As Chen Chu gradually tested the art, the space-time's repulsion surrounding him also grew stronger. Time, formless and intangible, nearly became materialized.

From afar, one could vaguely see a transparent river flowing around the meditating Chen Chu, the passage of time shimmering within. The silver marks on either side of his brows, shaped like wings, glowed ever brighter.

With the Mark of Temporal Reincarnation, a third lock of hair on Chen Chu’s forehead gradually turned silver. His aura became increasingly heavy, so much so that the space around him began to tremble under its pressure.

Soon, three days passed. The bottom of the massive crater that Chen Chu had blasted into the mountainside had been leveled into a plaza. Over thirty youths were now diligently cultivating atop it.

At the torn-open hull of the warship embedded in the mountain wall, a few young people hammered away, patching the rift with a similar type of wood harvested from the ship’s own interior.

The green vines coiling around the warship and crater began to tremble. Like giant serpents, they slithered aside and revealed a passage.

Chen Chu appeared without warning from within. His long black hair flowed behind him, with three silver strands at the front. His steps flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he stood before the gathered crowd.

Supervising the young cultivators, Shi Feitong immediately lit up with joy. “Mr. Chen, you’ve come out of seclusion!”

Chen Chu nodded lightly. “Yes. Where’s your sister?”

Shi Feitong respectfully answered, “She’s at the front of the warship repairing the transmitter. Mr. Jiang and the others are inside studying some of the logs the exploration team left behind—especially the diary entries about the virus.”

“She knows how to fix transmitters?” Chen Chu was a little surprised.

Shi Feitong proudly said, “My sister was a top student who got into one of the continent’s top universities at sixteen, before the apocalypse. Fixing a transmitter is nothing for her; she just needs to glance at the manual.”

Well then, a proper academic elite.

Chen Chu got straight to the point. “Go call your sister. I have something I need to instruct her on.”

Shi Feitong hesitated briefly, then responded with slight nervousness, “Understood, Mr. Chen. Please wait a moment.”

She activated her vitality, turning into a red afterimage as she sped toward the warship. After she left, Chen Chu turned his gaze toward the massive mutated vine.

As long as he was present, his deterrence could suppress this peak level 9 mutated plant, whose main body was comparable to an average mythical being.

After his departure, however, the strongest remaining person would only be at the peak of level 5. In front of this vine, Shi Feirou and the others would be no match; a single tendril could easily crush them.

As Chen Chu pondered, Shi Feirou, wearing a blue mechanic’s jumpsuit, rushed out of the warship with wind trailing behind her, Shi Feitong following closely.

Her expression was complicated as she looked at the flawless young man before her, but her voice was gentle. “Mr. Chen, are you leaving?”

Chen Chu gave a faint nod. “Before I go, I plan to teach you the complete True Great Sun Body. That way, even after I leave, you’ll have the strength to protect yourselves. I estimate I have one more day left here. If you encounter any problems during cultivation, you can ask me.”

These top-level body enhancement arts, which could be cultivated all the way to the peak of the Ninth Heavenly Realm, even touching upon the mythical level, were not meant for just anyone. Every one of them had harsh requirements.

The True Great Sun Body required a cultivator to possess a flame ability and a body strong enough to endure the tempering of the True Solar Fire.

Fortunately, the Shi Sisters had already cultivated the Crimson Sun Body art to the fourth and fifth stages, their vitality blazing red and their bodies well-tempered. They could transition into the True Great Sun Body.

The other survivors who had cultivated the Crimson Sun Body art to the fourth stage could also transition.

Shi Feirou nodded solemnly, her tone filled with gratitude. “Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Chen.”

Shi Feitong, standing to the side, was visibly excited. “Thank you, Mr. Chen!”

In response to their gratitude, Chen Chu simply shook his head. “No need to thank me.”

His kindness toward the sisters had nothing to do with their looks, nor with any ulterior motives. It was simply a form of repayment.

After being summoned to a previously unknown space-time and acquiring the Temporal Reincarnation divine ability, Chen Chu had now condensed three time marks, and his perception of past, present, and future had sharpened dramatically.

He could vaguely sense that this summoning had not been a mere accident, but a destined encounter written in the annals of the past.

“Come, let’s go to your room.”

“Yes.”

The three of them entered the sisters’ room inside the warship. The door stood wide open, and outside it, Zhuo Xinyue and other curious youths had gathered. Mr. Jiang and the others soon arrived as well.

Everyone present watched as Chen Chu stood before the seated Shi Feirou and calmly said, “Next, I’ll help you directly complete Foundation Building. Do not resist.”

Boom!

Chen Chu pressed his palm against Shi Feirou’s head. In an instant, her consciousness trembled, her skull throbbed with pain, and an explosive, blazing force surged into her body.

With his spiritual will, Chen Chu imprinted the True Great Sun Body directly into her mind. At the same time, a white flame surged into her body and instantly ignited her entire vitality.

It began to transform and refine at an astonishing pace, gradually entering into the circulation route of the True Great Sun Body.

As her body was tempered by the True Solar Fire, Shi Feirou felt as though countless blades were slicing through her—an agony that was, in truth, the normal state when cultivating the True Great Sun Body.

Compared to flesh and blood, the fire force contained within sunlight was brutally domineering. Any carelessness from a typical cultivator could lead to injury or reversed vitality flow.

Even so, Shi Feirou didn’t let out a single groan. Her teeth clenched tightly, her nostrils flaring with each deep breath, while immense heat radiated from her body. Within moments, she was drenched in sweat.

The process of transmitting the art lasted nearly ten minutes. Only when Shi Feirou’s entire vitality had completed its transformation did Chen Chu slowly withdraw his hand and glance at Shi Feitong beside them.

The pretty young woman’s face had turned a little pale, clearly frightened by her sister’s ordeal. She nervously said, “Mr. Chen—no, Big Brother Chen, can you go a bit easier on me?”

Her expression was so uncertain, it made it seem like Chen Chu was about to do something dreadful to her. He couldn’t help but pause, then flatly responded, “...If you want great power, you must pay the price.”

“O-Okay then. Come on, Big Brother Chen, I can take it.” Shi Feitong took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and sat still—only the slight rise and fall of her chest betraying her tension.

...Chen Chu paused again, then smacked her on the head with exasperation.

Boom!

Shi Feitong’s consciousness instantly shook. She felt a searing, overbearing force surge into her body, followed by piercing pain coursing through her entire frame.

Hssss—ahhh! So painful... It hurts so much.

Shi Feitong clenched her fists tightly, enduring the blazing agony while frantically memorizing the information flashing through her mind.

As Chen Chu stepped calmly to the side, Mr. Jiang looked at the sweat-drenched, grimacing sisters and asked with concern, “Mr. Chen, are they...”

“They're fine,” Chen Chu replied indifferently. “They’re just adjusting to their new power.”

Mr. Jiang let out a sigh of relief. “I see... that’s good. Alright, alright—everyone stop crowding around. Get back to what you were doing.”

He began ushering the curious youths away, afraid they would disturb the two girls, then turned politely to Chen Chu. “Mr. Chen, I still have some matters to attend to. I’ll leave Little Rou and the others in your care. If you need anything, just let me know.”

“Understood.” Chen Chu nodded.

This elder, who had gathered dozens of youths under his wing and guided them through the apocalypse like a family head, had earned Chen Chu’s respect.

***

Shi Feirou felt as if she had been cultivating for a very long time. The white flame within her body cycled hundreds of times before she finally refined it fully. With a single breath, she broke through to the sixth stage and slowly opened her eyes.

The room was dim, with only faint light filtering in through a nearby window.

Chen Chu sat next to it, his black hair cascading over his shoulders. His left elbow rested on the table, chin in hand, while his right palm was open, a tiny human figure slowly spinning above it.

A gentle breeze swept past, stirring the silver strands of hair at his brow and lending him an air of serene beauty—detached and ethereal. Shi Feirou found herself briefly entranced by the scene.

For a moment, it felt like the apocalypse had never happened. No virus, no collapse. None of it had ever existed.

She had graduated smoothly, entered a research institute, and there met a young man named Chen Chu. The two gradually grew closer, going from acquaintances to lovers.

Now, she had just awoken from a nap, opening her eyes to see her boyfriend sitting at the window, pondering a research problem.

As Shi Feirou drifted in this illusion, a calm voice rang in her ear. “You're awake. How do you feel?”

“Ah... I—I’m fine. Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your help.” Shi Feirou returned to her senses in an instant. Recalling her earlier daydream, her cheeks flushed with heat.

Chen Chu found the sight of her face suddenly turning red a bit puzzling, but he nodded. “Good. Since you're awake, I’ll be leaving soon.”

“What? But didn’t you say you still had a day left?” Shi Feirou was startled.

“It’s already been a day,” Chen Chu plainly said. “It’s now the morning of the second day.”

"Uhh..."

“Come with me. There’s still one more matter to take care of before I go—otherwise, things could get troublesome.” With that, Chen Chu stood up, and Shi Feirou quickly followed. They left Shi Feitong still in a state of cultivation.

The two of them made their way to the shattered front end of the warship. There, a vine root hundreds of meters thick extended deep into the earth, radiating a glowing green light.

“I’m suppressing this vine for now, but it’s not entirely secure. I’ll help you form a contract with it, just in case anything changes after I leave. Give me your hand.”

“Yes.” Shi Feirou solemnly extended her right hand, her eyes filled with gratitude as she looked at the young man before her. He truly thought of everything.

Spurt!

With a flick of Chen Chu’s fingertip, her palm was sliced open. The moment her scorching-hot blood spurted out, it was restrained by an unseen force and began to hover in the air.

Only when the gathered blood reached the size of a clenched fist did Chen Chu nod slightly. “It's done.”

As Shi Feirou activated her vitality to seal the wound, Chen Chu turned his gaze to the main root of the vine. His expression turned cold. “You are not to resist. Otherwise, I will erase you on the spot.”

The colossal vine root, massive as a mountain, trembled slightly. A faint wave of fear and reverence rippled from it.

Boom!

Chen Chu clenched his right hand abruptly. The miniature human figure formed from his own blood instantly exploded, dissolving into a mist of blood that condensed mid-air into an ancient-looking rune three meters in diameter.

It was a simple binding contract rune—drawn with blood and forcibly condensed to control a weaker mutated beast or colossal creature. This was one of the Federation’s primary means of controlling such beings.

Even though this world lacked transcendent energy and was under the suppression of a declination era, Chen Chu could still perform the contract using his own blood as a catalyst.

Boom!

With a thunderous slap of his palm, the constraint rune erupted in dazzling golden-purple light and blasted into the vine’s main root. The vibration spread across the dozens of kilometers of surrounding vines.

At the same time, Chen Chu struck Shi Feirou’s blood into the rune with a clawed hand the moment it fused with the root.

Roar!

Shi Feirou was hit by a sudden roar of unwilling fury in her consciousness.

Despite that resentment, however, the mutated vine didn’t dare to resist in the face of Chen Chu’s overwhelming power. It allowed the golden-purple rune to expand and eventually vanish into its body.

Shi Feirou felt a strange connection form between herself and the vine—she could now control it.

Suddenly, the entire sky and earth began to tremble. The void around Chen Chu rippled, and a massive force of space-time rejection descended—his figure even began to blur.

The abrupt shift shocked Shi Feirou. Just then, an indescribably terrifying aura erupted from Chen Chu.

Boom!

In a flash, the entire world seemed to quake. Mountains swayed, and the ground cracked open.

Before Shi Feirou’s astonished gaze, Chen Chu’s body swelled and transformed, shifting into his three-hundred-meter-tall, three-faced, six-armed True Battle Demon God Form. The violent power released from him caused half of the warship to explode and collapse.

The surrounding space-time forces were shattered by the formless pressure of his released might, and his previously blurred figure became clear once again.

There was still one more thing he needed to do.

1. This is an acupoint, located in the hand. ☜