He was resurrected indefinitely and handed over to the state by the headmistress.

"good!"

Without further hesitation, Lu Chen took out the special communication token left behind by the Sage of Literature.

He mentally imprinted the detailed effects of his [Permanent Mark] and his own thoughts into the token and sent it out.

The communication token vibrated violently less than three seconds after the message was sent.

A majestic golden light unfolded before Lu Chen.

Only a few words:

"Wait for us for one hour!"

Meanwhile, far beyond the Three Heavens lies a chaotic void known as the "Celestial Battlefield."

The battle cries shook the heavens, and torrents of energy raged as human warriors clashed fiercely with extraterrestrial demons of various forms and terrifying, foul auras. The battle was incredibly brutal.

Wielding the Heaven-Shattering Axe and transformed into a gigantic being ten thousand feet tall, Xuanyuan Xingtian suddenly received a divine message from the Sage of Literature.

His eyes widened, and he unleashed a deafening roar:

"Kill! Everyone, listen to my command! Within one hour, completely drive back these scum! Beat them to a pulp!"

"Yes, General!"

A woman dressed in white, her sword aura soaring to the sky, let out a clear shout, and the long sword in her hand burst forth with a cold light that could freeze the void, leading her elite troops in a desperate charge!

"Disgusting demon, take this axe from your grandpa Xuanyuan! It will cleave the heavens!"

Xuanyuan Xingtian roared, and with a swing of his giant axe, even the chaos was cleaved in two.

The space shattered on a large scale, and the terrifying power blasted several demon lords, each comparable to a mountain, into dust!

Other top experts also received the message.

Although the specific reason is unknown, they all unleashed their full power without reservation.

In an instant, the battlefield was devastated.

The roar was incessant.

They forcefully suppressed the demon's offensive!

The Second Heaven, a desolate wasteland ravaged by demons.

"Go to hell, you all! Like a phoenix spreading across the plains!"

Xuanyuan Wu held a flaming longsword, while behind her, the phantom of a fire phoenix cried out to the sky.

A fiery sword aura swept across the sky, and a large number of demons turned to ashes amidst their mournful howls.

She also received a message from her grandfather, Xuanyuan Xingtian, filled with excitement:

"Xiao Wu! Stop hitting her! Come back with Grandpa right now!"

This is incredibly good news!

Lu Chen has produced something incredible!

Xuan Yuanwu was taken aback. Although she was full of doubts, when she heard that it concerned Lu Chen,

Without hesitation, he wiped out all the surrounding demons with a single sword strike.

They transformed into flames and soared into the sky, heading towards the assembly point.

……

Inside Villa No. 7 at Kunlun Academy.

Lu Chen and his wives waited quietly.

Time passed second by second.

An hour has just passed.

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

……

Several figures appeared instantly above the villa, as if they had stepped out of a painting.

Without any warning, the murderous aura and bloody smell emanating from him caused ripples in the space, making the air heavy and oppressive.

The leader was none other than Shi Qianjun, a literary sage dressed in a simple scholar's robe, whose eyes seemed to pierce through eternity.

Beside him stood the muscular, wielding giant axe, radiating an aura of lingering killing intent—the Martial God Xuanyuan Xingtian.

Next came the cold, icy Master Leng Shuang, whose aura was as frigid as ancient ice.

And there's Zhuge Jing, a charlatan dressed in black and white Taoist robes, holding a Yin-Yang Pagoda, who looks like an ordinary woman.

Finally, there was Xuan Yuanwu, dressed in a fiery red outfit, looking travel-worn but unable to conceal her stunning beauty and domineering presence.

They all had more or less bloodstains of a strange color on them.

More importantly, everyone exuded a chilling aura, like a drawn sword, sharp and menacing.

"You bunch of bastards, you always try to put all the burdens on my shoulders!!"

Beyond the heavens, an old man with white hair laid out a vast and boundless chessboard of heaven and earth, temporarily keeping the evil spirits outside, while cursing and swearing.

"Old charlatan, your apprentice wants an opportunity, so you naturally have to lend a hand. Otherwise, shall I just send Xiao Jingjing back?"

Xuanyuan Xingtian grinned, revealing his big white teeth, and retorted directly.

"......"

The charlatan remained silent.

I made a mental note of that brute, and from then on, he never drank again.

"They're here!"

Lu Chen's expression hardened, and he immediately stood up with Bibi Dong and the other girls to greet them.

Miao Tiaojun, Ran Ruhua, and the others sensed the terrifying aura and immediately ran out.

Seeing those legendary figures, I was so excited that I trembled all over.

Without hesitation, he knelt down, his voice filled with reverence:

"Greetings to the Sage of Literature, the God of War, Master Leng, and Master Zhuge..."

Canglong was shocked: "My God! These living legends have all come!!"

Get up.

"Would you please leave for a moment?"

The scholar Shi Qianjun spoke calmly, and casually waved his sleeve.

A gentle force lifted Miao Tiaojun and the others.

Immediately afterwards, space slightly distorted, and the Hidden Dragon Clan felt a blur before their eyes.

It has already been moved to an open space outside the villa area.

An inexplicable barrier suddenly unfolded, surrounding the villa area and leaving only Lu Chen and his group behind.

They exuded a murderous aura, which these little guys, who weren't even level 50, couldn't withstand.

"What... what kind of technique is this?" Canglong was completely dumbfounded.

"The stars shift! Space is displaced! The Sage of Literature is indeed unfathomable!" Miao Tiaojun's eyes were filled with fervor.

"Do you think Wen Sheng and the others came to see the boss?" Miao Tiaojun asked uncertainly.

"Is there even a need to guess? Besides the boss, who else could be worth Wen Sheng and the others going to such lengths for?"

Zanglong spoke with a firm tone, his face brimming with pride.

Within the villa area, it is isolated by an invisible barrier.

See the text...

Just as Lu Chen was about to bow to the human guardians, Wen Sheng Shi Qianjun raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't be so polite."

"We're pressed for time, so let's get to the point."

His gaze fell on Lu Chen, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Lu Chen, I dare to ask you for four [Permanent Mark] slots."

Give them to Shuang'er, Xiao Wu, and Xiao Jing respectively, and also to that old brute, Xuan Yuan.

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen was puzzled:

"My sage, don't you need it?"

In his view, the God of War and the Sage of Literature were the most elite forces of the human race and should be given priority in obtaining this guarantee of immortality.

The sage of literature slowly shook his head, his tone helpless:

"We cannot die, not even if we are resurrected."

We bear the weight of our nation's destiny. If we fall, the nation's fate will be shaken, and the consequences will be unimaginable; the entire human race may face annihilation.

He paused, glancing at the powerful martial god beside him.

"As for Old Man Xuanyuan, his martial arts are different from ours."

It's a purely individual breakthrough, with relatively little impact on the nation's fate, which is acceptable.

"Oh well."

Although Lu Chen didn't quite understand, he could only obey the sage's request when he thought that it involved the "fate of the nation".

With a thought, the power of the life realm quietly began to operate.

Four permanent marks were then attached to the four individuals.

"This feeling... is really strange..."

The God of War, Xuanyuan Xingtian, raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity appearing on his rugged face.

He moved his arms and could faintly feel an energy enveloping him.