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

Lin Chen was the first to move.

The Tang sword pierced the air, crackling with lightning, its blade tearing through the air with a sharp screech, heading straight for the "Emperor"—no, now he should be called a god.

The god did not retreat, nor did he dodge. He raised his right fist and met the attack head-on.

Fist and blade clashed, unleashing a visible shockwave.

Lin Chen felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, his tiger's mouth instantly split open, and his entire arm felt like it had been pulled off his shoulder.

He was sent flying backwards, knife and all, his back slamming hard against a concrete support column in the distance.

"boom!"

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

The load-bearing column was dented, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards.

Several fist-sized pieces flew out and crashed into the crowd of onlookers.

"Ah—hide! God is angry!" someone screamed and shrank back, but the crowd was too dense and there was nowhere to escape.

An unlucky man was hit squarely on the forehead by a piece of gravel, groaned, and fell to the ground, hitting the back of his head on the concrete floor. He never got up again.

Lin Chen broke free from the rubble, shook his numb arms, gritted his teeth, and leaped out again.

This time he did not test him. The time field unfolded silently, and the air within a radius of 100 meters seemed to freeze, slowing down the god's movements for a moment.

Spatial teleportation allowed him to appear directly behind the god. His extraordinary body pushed his power to the limit, and lightning blazed brightly on his Tang sword as he slashed down!

The god turned to the side, his fist grazing Lin Chen's ear before slamming into another load-bearing pillar.

"Crack—Boom!"

The pillar snapped in half, breaking into several pieces, causing the entire floor to tremble, and chunks of cement fell from above.

The two figures clashed and collided in the underground space, each exchange accompanied by loud noises and cracks.

The walls were smashed with holes, the ground was trampled with potholes, and the concrete floor overhead was smashed into pieces, with dust covering the sky.

The entire building looked like it had been stuffed into a blender, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"The building is collapsing! Run!" The survivors finally panicked, stopped watching the spectacle, and rushed towards the exit.

Some people were pushed down, while others crawled forward by stepping on each other's backs. Cries, curses, and pleas for mercy mingled together.

Lin Chen and Shenming rushed out of the building at the same time and landed on the street outside.

After only a brief pause, the two figures collided again.

Lin Chen was sent flying backward, his feet carving two long furrows in the snow. He retreated nearly a hundred meters before regaining his footing. His clothes were torn open at the chest, revealing bruises underneath.

The god only took half a step back, and a few knife marks appeared on his skin under his golden robe, but they were quickly repaired by the golden halo.

The difference in strength is obvious.

Seeing this, many of the survivors who had escaped from afar knelt down again, shouting, "God is invincible!"

"Praise be to the gods!"

"God, kill this rebellious wretch!"

A few people watched Lin Chen silently, their eyes filled with shock—this person could actually fight a god to this extent?

Although he was defeated, he was fighting against a god with the body of a mortal!

Lin Chen frowned and rubbed his still trembling right arm.

He could sense that the energy in the other person's body was not actually higher than his, but after being transformed by "divine power," every bit of that energy exerted an effect far beyond the norm.

Just like the same water, his is at room temperature, while the other is high-pressure steam.

If he hadn't retreated to dissipate his energy, he would probably have been seriously injured.

The gods gave him no chance to catch his breath and charged forward again.

Lin Chen gritted his teeth and met the challenge head-on, the two fighting their way from the city center to the beach.

The high-rise buildings along the way were riddled with holes, bridges collapsed from the shockwave, and snow was swept up and fell back down by the blast wave, making the whole street look like it had been plowed.

The battle alarmed all the surrounding forces. The military immediately dispatched drones for reconnaissance, and scouts from several smaller factions followed at a distance, but dared not approach.

On the Financial City side, Su Yun and the others were also drawn by the aftershocks of the battle.

They stood at the edge of the base, watching the two figures colliding in the distance, waves of air rushing towards them, making their clothes flutter.

Jiang Yingyue, with her sharp eyes, suddenly screamed, "Sister Yun! It's my husband!"

"Let's go help my husband!" She lifted her foot and was about to rush out.

Su Yun grabbed her wrist, her voice low but deep: "You're not allowed to go! Going there now will only cause trouble for Xiao Chen."

"But my husband is fighting the enemy all by himself!" Jiang Yingyue exclaimed anxiously.

Su Yun pointed to the ravaged neighborhood in the distance: "Look closely, even my husband can barely handle this enemy. What good would it do you to go up there?"

Jiang Yingyue opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"So we're just going to do nothing?" someone whispered nearby.

Su Yun withdrew her gaze, looking at the sky churning in the turbulent airwaves, and softened her voice: "The biggest help we can give right now is to avoid causing more trouble. You must trust your husband. Don't forget, if we can't win, your husband can always hide in the Creation Pearl."

After a moment of silence, someone finally nodded slowly.

They clenched their fists, bit their lips, and watched the two figures colliding repeatedly from afar, silently praying in their hearts.

An hour later, the battle had moved to the beach.

Most of the ice on the sea surface was shattered, revealing the dark blue seawater underneath.

Lin Chen stood on a broken breakwater, panting heavily. Fine beads of blood seeped from his skin, condensing into dark red frost in the cold wind.

The Tang sword was placed in front of him, its blade covered in cracks, with only faint lightning crackling across it.

This was the toughest battle he had faced since his rebirth, and he was now almost completely exhausted.

The god stood on the sea not far away, the ice beneath his feet had long since shattered, yet he walked on the water as if it were flat ground.

But he wasn't much better off—the body he was in was too weak. The long and intense battle had taken a toll on this mortal body, and blood was seeping from under his skin, staining his golden robe with dark patches.

His brows were furrowed, and his golden eyes were fixed on the blood-soaked mortal opposite him.

"Something's wrong with you," the deity spoke, his voice still steady, but lacking the condescending composure of before. "What's your name?"

Lin Chen didn't answer him. Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Was this apocalypse caused by you?"

"You are very rude."

"There's no need to be polite when dealing with enemies."

For some unknown reason, the gods answered first: "These end times are not entirely our doing."

Lin Chen's pupils contracted slightly: "Not entirely you? You mean you were involved too?"

"You could say that."

The god paused, his golden gaze falling on Lin Chen as if re-examining him: "Now you can tell me your name."

"Lin Chen".

The god paused for a moment, as if pondering the name, before asking the question that concerned him most: "Where did you get so many seeds of law within you?"

Lin Chen was taken aback: "What is a Seed of Law?"

The deity searched through the memories of the body's host, his tone tinged with impatience: "It's what you call superpowers."