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

Lin Chen swallowed hard.

This news had a huge impact on him.

Attacking the universe?

He doesn't even have a concrete concept of how big the universe is or where its boundaries are.

And then you tell him that the truth of the apocalypse is that these beings, which he can't even comprehend, are fighting?

Even more outrageous is that these people who were struggling to survive in the apocalypse were actually dragged into this war?

He looked down at his hands.

It can move mountains, fill seas, and flatten a mountain with a flick of its wrist.

He thought he was incredibly strong and was full of confidence.

But with this limited power, at the level of "cosmic warfare"...

That's bullshit.

Seeing Lin Chen standing there stunned, as if he were shocked, Zi Ling stretched out her small hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Master? Master?"

Lin Chen snapped out of his daze and looked at her.

Zi Ling said with a grin, "Master, you don't need to worry too much. I have wandered countless inhabited planets and seen countless powerful beings in your universe. If other universes attack, the powerful beings in your universe will definitely stop them. Moreover, these wars usually last for at least ten thousand years."

She tilted her head, her tone light and cheerful:

"Otherwise, given the enemy's strength, you would have been destroyed on the very first day of the natural disaster. How could you have survived until now?"

Lin Chen paused for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed something: "Wait, how long do you think this war will last?"

Zi Ling blinked: "Theoretically, it would last for tens of thousands of years."

"Tens of thousands of years?"

Lin Chen's voice even changed tone.

Zi Ling nodded, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lin Chen fell silent.

Tens of thousands of years.

He's only in his twenties; living to a hundred would be considered a long life. Ten thousand years? How many lifetimes is that?

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed completely.

"Then there's really no need to worry." He leaned against the tree behind him, his tone becoming relaxed. "I won't live that long anyway, so who cares about ten thousand or twenty thousand years?"

Zi Ling tilted her head to look at him, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Master doesn't understand the power system of this world."

Lin Chen was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Zi Ling floated in front of him, stretched out her little hand, and solemnly counted on her fingers:

"If the master can reach the seventh level, he can live for tens of thousands of years at the very least."

Lin Chen's eyes widened slightly.

"If one can reach the eighth rank—" Zi Ling paused, deliberately drawing out her words, "their lifespan will start at least at 100,000 years."

Lin Chen's mouth opened.

In his previous life, he only lived for five years and had no chance to experience any changes in his lifespan.

None of those S-rank powerhouses ever mentioned this matter; either they didn't know about it, or they hadn't had time to consider it yet.

One hundred thousand years?

He looked down at his hands, then looked up at the little elf in front of him, and for a moment his mind was a little blank.

The information we received today was too much of a shock; Lin Chen needs time to process it.

He leaned against the tree, remained silent for a long while, and then suddenly spoke:

"Zi Ling, tell me about our power system."

Zi Ling fluttered her wings, flew to his shoulder and sat down, wiggling her little feet.

"Actually, the owner probably already knows a lot of this information."

She started counting on her little hands:

"In the current universe system, talents are divided into levels, and superpowers are divided into types—the master understands this. However, one more point can be added: talents range from F-level to SSS-level, a total of nine levels."

Lin Chen nodded and listened attentively.

"Those below S-rank can generally only cultivate to the seventh level at most. That realm is called pseudo-god."

"Only those at the S-rank or above have the potential to cultivate to the eighth rank—the True God Realm."

Zi Ling paused for a moment, then continued:

"SS-level cultivators can cultivate to the ninth rank, the God King realm."

"As for SSS-level talent—" she drawled, "it can be cultivated to the tenth rank, the Dominator Realm. It can even transcend the shackles of the universe."

"Upon reaching the God-King Realm, lifespan begins at a million years, and some people with special talents can even live longer, or even become immortal."

"The lifespan of a powerful being in the Dominator Mirror realm can be nearly endless."

Lin Chen silently made a mental note of it, then thought of the topic from earlier.

"That enemy attacking the universe..."

Zi Ling continued, "At least a Sovereign Realm expert would take the lead, with a God-King Realm expert only able to assist. Moreover, it would require an enormous price to break through the cosmic barrier."

Lin Chen took a deep breath.

"You mean, our enemies are at least at the Dominator Realm?"

Zi Ling nodded, her little face unusually serious: "Yes."

Lin Chen remained silent for a few seconds.

Zi Ling added, "Under normal circumstances, when the World Tree releases its primordial power to awaken intelligent life, even if they lack talent, they shouldn't turn into zombies."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment:

"I suspect that your enemies secretly added some kind of virus to the World Tree's spiritual rain in an attempt to weaken your universe's power."

Lin Chen frowned: "But this virus only works on ordinary people, it's ineffective against the strong, so it shouldn't weaken their strength much, right?"

Zi Ling shook her head and explained:

"The strength of the cosmic barrier is related to the number of life forms that can be generated in the universe."

She looked at Lin Chen, her tone serious:

"Those zombie-like life forms are already dead in the eyes of the universe. And these basic life forms are the most numerous in every universe. Killing them will weaken the barriers of the universe."

"If the barriers are weak, it will be easier for the enemy to invade."

Lin Chen remained silent for a long time after listening.

It turned out to be the case.

Those zombies, those deaths, that despair—all of it was meant to weaken the world they inhabited.

He finally understood.

Lin Chen was silent for a while, then suddenly thought of another question.

"Zi Ling, can you eradicate that virus and restore our world to its original state?"

Zi Ling tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"That's possible..."

Lin Chen's eyes lit up.

"But—" Zi Ling stretched out her little finger and wagged it, "How can Master guarantee that the other party won't poison us a second time?"

Lin Chen was stunned.

"Besides," Zi Ling continued, her tone serious, "shouldn't your current predicament be about this weather, Master?"

Lin Chen opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Yes.

The biggest enemy now is this damned extreme cold.

Whether it's a virus or not is secondary.

Even if the virus is completely eradicated and all the zombies are gone, what will happen in this minus seventy degree weather? Without food and fuel, humans still cannot survive.

Moreover... if the mastermind isn't dealt with, they can poison you again whenever they want.

He took a deep breath and asked again:

"Do you know how these extreme weather events occur?"

Zi Ling shook her head, a hint of apology on her face.

"have no idea."

Lin Chen was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered something and took out his phone.

He pulled out a photo; it was a picture of an unfamiliar celestial body that a small fish had captured from a satellite when the extreme cold had just arrived.

He kept it as a keepsake, always feeling that it was something special.

"Ziling, do you recognize this?"

He handed the phone to Ziling.

Zi Ling leaned closer to take a look, blinked her big eyes, and then shook her head.

"I don't know him."

She paused, then pointed to the hazy celestial body in the photo:

"However, I suspect it's related to your extreme climate."