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Time rewinds to ten thousand years ago.
Ten thousand years ago, the armies of the Haotian Sect and the Spirit Hall faced off on a desolate battlefield.
War drums thundered, swords clashed, and hatred and carnage filled the air.
On this vast battlefield, the Haotian Sect and Spirit Hall armies engaged in a fierce confrontation.
The battlefield was a bloodbath; Spirit Hall soldiers, clad in silver armor, exuded a murderous aura, while Haotian Sect soldiers, dressed in green armor, were filled with unyielding resolve.
In the sky, clouds churned, lightning flashed, and thunder roared, resembling the wrath of gods.
Amid this brutal battlefield, tens of thousands of warriors fought valiantly, with flesh and blood flying and casualties mounting.
"Kill!"
In the center of the battlefield, the generals of Haotian Sect and Spirit Hall led their elite troops in a fierce clash.
The sound of war drums echoed, horses neighed, and swords and shadows intertwined, enveloping the entire battlefield in a deadly aura.
Blood stained the ground, bodies piled up like mountains, and wreckage was scattered everywhere.
A hundred miles from the battlefield, in the Spirit Hall's camp, Bibi Dong sat on a large command chair, her brow furrowed, her hands gripping the table so tightly her nails dug into the wood.
Her eyes showed anxiety, as if contemplating something important.
A trusted aide hurried into the tent, standing before her and urgently reporting the battle situation.
"Your Holiness, we have been fiercely fighting the Haotian Sect for three hours without a decisive outcome! But the Tang Chen you asked us to monitor has yet to appear."
The aide reported, sweat on his forehead and unease in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's brow furrowed slightly, her eyes revealing disappointment and confusion.
"What is Tang Chen doing? Why hasn't he taken out that old bastard Qian Daoliu yet? Then I could control the Spirit Hall!"
Her mood grew heavier, a trace of unease in her expression.
Meanwhile, in the sky above, Qian Daoliu hid in the shadows, watching the battlefield below.
His eyes were deep and cold, his expression also showing anxiety and worry.
"Tang Chen has been missing for three days. Could he really be on the verge of becoming a god?"
A cold wind blew by, causing him to feel uneasy, his palms sweating, and his fingers clenched into fists.
Recalling his battle with Tang Chen three days ago, his hands trembled slightly, a nameless fear rising in his heart, still feeling lingering fear.
Tang Chen's displayed power deeply unnerved him. If Tang Chen truly ascended to godhood, the Spirit Hall would face a catastrophic disaster.
At this moment, in an endless ocean, Shui Wuya's agile figure traversed the vast blue sea.
His eyes showed uncontrollable power.
The vast sea breeze brushed his robes, making him appear like a noble monarch, ruling this boundless sea.
After a short journey, he finally arrived where Shui Binger and the others were.
Seeing Shui Wuya, Shui Binger approached with joy.
"Wuya, why are you here?"
Shui Binger's voice was cheerful, yet tinged with curiosity.
Shui Wuya held her jade-like hand, walking on the ice, his face stern, his gaze seeming to pierce through time and space.
He looked at her seriously and slowly spoke, "I need to know what happened to Tang Chen after I left."
"Tell me everything."
Mentioning Tang Chen, Shui Binger's brows furrowed slightly.
She spoke with a hint of worry, "There have been significant changes recently. First..."
Shui Binger recounted the details meticulously.
Listening to his wife's words, Shui Wuya's expression changed slightly.
Indeed, as he had suspected, there was an unexpected turn of events.
Since his last visit to the City of Slaughter, where he awakened Tang Chen, Tang Chen had returned to the Haotian Sect. He happened to encounter Qian Daoliu flaunting his power at the Haotian Sect's gate and directly repelled him.
The Haotian Sect celebrated their ancestor's powerful return, no longer needing to isolate themselves.
"After repelling the Spirit Hall, Tang Chen secluded himself in the sect, focusing solely on cultivation. According to rumors, he seems to be condensing a divine position, intending to ascend to godhood," Shui Binger said, clutching Shui Wuya's hand tightly with a hint of concern.
"What?" Shui Wuya felt a sense of foreboding upon hearing that Tang Chen was condensing a divine position and planning to ascend.
He originally thought that after Tang Chen awakened, his days would be numbered, and even if he survived, he would be troubled by Qian Daoliu. Unexpectedly, against all odds, Tang Chen completed the godly trial, defeated Qian Daoliu with a single move, and made him dare not invade the Haotian Sect. Now, Tang Chen's seclusion to become a god was entirely unforeseen.
Taking a deep breath, Shui Wuya's body trembled slightly as he summoned the Ice God Mirror. Runes on the mirror glowed faintly with blue light.
Shui Binger cast a curious glance.
With a serious expression, Shui Wuya spoke slowly, "Tang Chen is condensing a divine position. If he succeeds in becoming a god, it will have a profound impact on both the divine realm and the world, which would be highly detrimental to your path to godhood."
"What should we do? We might not be able to defeat him now. Qian Daoliu was defeated with a single move, and even the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King isn't this strong!" Shui Binger pondered aloud.
"Don't rush. Let's observe first," Shui Wuya replied, holding the Ice God Mirror as it rose, power flowing through his hands.
Gazing into the mirror, Shui Wuya saw mystical light spreading, reflecting his image faintly.
In the mirror, the divine realm gradually came into view.
He saw a vast and expansive divine domain, with a sky as blue as a wash and white clouds floating like palaces of the gods.
An elderly Asura God appeared in his vision.
With white hair and deep eyes, the figure stood high, gazing into the distance.
The person he observed was unmistakably Tang Chen.
"Indeed, Tang Chen is condensing a divine position," Shui Wuya thought, watching the elderly Asura God's faint smile, feeling increasingly uneasy.
As time passed, the scene in the mirror changed. Rays of light shot from afar, merging into Tang Chen's body, making him glow faintly as if blessed by the gods.
Shui Wuya's heart sank, realizing the high likelihood of Tang Chen successfully merging with the divine position. Yet, he remained uncertain.
Thus, he decided to traverse time again.
"Binger, wait for me. I'll be back soon."
"Okay! I'll wait for you!" Shui Binger nodded firmly.
Ten thousand years later, in the Shui family's residence.
Shui Wuya lightly touched the Ice God Mirror, and the scene in the mirror shifted to the current divine realm.
The divine realm, surrounded by laws, was peaceful and serene, unchanged from before.
In the palace, Tang San remained the Asura God, sitting high on the throne. Beside him were two others—Tang Chen and Tang Hao!
Both were enveloped in divine laws and power, not only becoming gods but also being quite powerful!
"They really became gods," Shui Wuya muttered.
Determination flashed in his eyes.
He understood that Tang Chen's ascension would completely disrupt his plans.
"I cannot allow this man to condense his divine position and ascend!"
With his resolve firm, the Ice God Mirror in his hand shone even brighter.
He must stop Tang Chen's divine ascension at all costs.
(End of Chapter)