Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Lin Chen did not pursue the retreating Protoss, nor did he stop to admire the effects of his attack. Instead, he seized the opportunity to gather up all the supplies he could find along the way.

The supplies obtained were sent to Creation Island to replenish Li Ya and others.

In the following six months, 120,000 people on Creation Island broke through to the ninth rank one after another. With ample resources and complete cultivation techniques, coupled with their SS-level or higher talents and a hundredfold acceleration in cultivation, all of this was a natural outcome.

As for the tenth tier, that's not something you can achieve by simply accumulating resources.

Each girl needs to understand a complete rule in order to cross that threshold.

They knew they couldn't rush it, so they continued their cultivation.

Lin Chen studied the fragments of laws that Zi Ling produced every day over the years one by one, and then sorted out the insights into teachable content, which he then passed on to Li Ya and others in batches.

As for how much they can comprehend, it all depends on their individual understanding and opportunities.

One high-level life crystal per day is enough to gradually elevate their talents to SSS level, on par with the progenitor level.

The road has been paved; how far they go depends on themselves.

Lin Chen also took some time to return to New Guangzhou and told Li Zhenbang, Commander Peng, and others about what had recently happened.

When he mentioned that he had found Cangming, the culprit behind the apocalypse, and even almost killed him on the spot, everyone fell silent for a long time, their eyes reddening, as if something that had been suppressed for many years had finally been brought into the sunlight.

Commander Peng's lips moved, but he didn't speak. His family members had mostly died in that disaster. Although he wanted to take revenge himself, he knew he didn't have the strength, so he didn't want to cause trouble for Lin Chen.

The others present remained silent, but the oppressive silence was heavier than any cry.

Many of them had lost all their loved ones, and they hated Cangming with a passion, but they were too weak to show it. Like Commander Peng, they dared not reveal it and did not want to put more pressure on Lin Chen.

Lin Chen took in these expressions, made no promises, and offered no words of comfort. He simply said calmly, "I will find him again!"

He then turned and left.

The entire Creation Space was once again swept up in a cultivation frenzy. Even though they could not take revenge themselves, everyone was holding their breath, and only by constantly becoming stronger and living long enough would they have the chance to witness the day when Cangming was brought to justice.

Lin Chen handed over all the resources he didn't need to his father-in-law, Li Zhenbang, for unified allocation and management.

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The news of the Protoss's complete retreat caused an uproar among all races in the universe.

Those space pirates who had been stranded in the vast sea of ​​stars set off to return to their ancestral planets, which had long been mined and altered beyond recognition by the gods.

Instead of abandoning their devastated homes, they launched an unprecedented reconstruction effort.

Trade routes were also opened up, and the various tribes that had been exploited and oppressed were finally able to freely dispose of the resources they produced, no longer having to pay tribute, no longer having to worry about the gods coming to their door at any time, and no longer having to live a life of hardship.

At this moment, countless beings who have been oppressed for countless years will remember the figure who fought against the gods alone.

When the news spread, all races in the universe spontaneously erected shrines for Lin Chen.

When Lin Chen learned of this after emerging from the Creation Space, he was somewhat amused and exasperated, but he didn't say much.

He wasn't as optimistic as the myriad races.

Although the Protoss withdrew their outer garrisons, they suffered minimal losses and still occupy the richest realm in the universe.

This retreat was merely an order from Li Zu; the overall strength of the Divine Race was almost completely unaffected. His previous attacks were nothing more than superficial wounds to the Divine Race.

If the Ancestor of Power no longer restrains them, or if something unexpected happens to Lin Chen, the Divine Race could make a comeback at any time.

The situation has only stabilized temporarily; it is far from a point where we can rest easy.

Lin Chen understood this, but he didn't say it aloud. The myriad races had been suppressed for too long and needed a break like this, a chance to breathe freely and justifiably.

He arrived on Crimson Rock Star and sat opposite the Prophet. The Prophet was personally preparing tea for him, his movements unhurried and deliberate, as if he had known he would come all along but had simply not mentioned it.

The two sat facing each other across the tea table, each taking a few sips from their cups, without speaking immediately, like two old friends who had known each other for many years.

"I don't know whether to call you a prophet or the progenitor of wisdom." After what seemed like an eternity, Lin Chen spoke first.

The prophet paused slightly in his cup-holding hand, then looked up at him: "You know?"

Then, the prophet's ordinary face began to change.

In a few breaths, her facial features slowly adjusted, revealing a beautiful and refined face, especially her eyes, which seemed to hold the insight and indifference accumulated over countless eras.

Lin Chen's breathing paused briefly. He put down his teacup and coughed lightly. "I guessed it. There are only a dozen or so experts at the tenth level of the universe. I've met most of the others, but I've never met the legendary Ancestor of Wisdom and Ancestor of Life."

"Based on your performance, you are more likely to be the progenitor of wisdom."

He paused, looking directly at the prophet: "I just don't understand, why do you rebel against your own people?"

The prophet did not answer immediately. He slowly set down his teacup, looked up at Lin Chen, and said, "Just keep calling me the prophet. I like that title. As for the reason, it's because I've predicted it too many times."

She paused for a moment, "The end point is always the same. If the gods continue down this path, they will eventually push themselves off the cliff. I'm not rebelling against them, I just want to pull them back from the edge of the cliff, to save as many as I can."

She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and didn't continue speaking: "Do you want me to return to the Divine Realm?"

Lin Chen thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Whether you go back or not is your business. I just want to know, if that day really comes, which side will you be on?"

The prophet did not answer immediately. He put down his teacup, looked up at him, and said, "I've realized that I can no longer discern your strength. Your current combat power is probably even inferior to the boss's."

Lin Chen didn't reply, but just continued to look at her.

"Are you planning to take action against the gods?" the prophet asked.

Lin Chen pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Six months have passed, and they have only reduced their troop deployment, without showing any remorse."

The prophet nodded slightly: "Then my attitude is clear: I hope you will focus your efforts on those who are stubborn and inflexible, and reduce the killing."

She looked up towards the divine realm: "Old scores from hundreds of millions of years ago must be settled. Some people should pay the price for their sins over the years."

Lin Chen's tone turned slightly somber: "Including life?"

The prophet chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with something indescribable: "Including life. Only, the life of us primordial beings might be different from your understanding. You probably can't kill us."

Lin Chen frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

"We are beings born from the World Tree. It preserves fragments of our souls, and we will be resurrected by the World Tree after death. However, after resurrection, we will lose the opportunity to advance further and will remain in this world for the rest of our lives."

The prophet spoke calmly, as if stating a rule rather than a secret.

Lin Chen's mind went blank for a moment, and he looked at the prophet in astonishment.