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

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen did not answer. This secret involved Zi Ling, and he could not possibly tell her.

The deity showed no sign of stopping. Lin Chen's blood-soaked figure was reflected in its golden eyes, and its tone carried an almost greedy interest: "You possess the laws of the physical body, the laws of space, the laws of lightning..."

He paused, as if carefully sensing something, "There should also be the law of time, and there should be more than that..."

The more he spoke, the brighter his eyes became, as if he had discovered a buried treasure in the ruins.

Lin Chen was greatly shocked, but his face remained expressionless, and he did not respond.

He simply took the time to adjust his breathing, feeling the surging blood and qi within his body and the displaced internal organs.

Each heartbeat felt like a drumbeat inside his chest, and the pain spread from his ribs all the way to his fingertips.

After a brief rest, the deity moved again.

Another great war broke out.

The god punched Lin Chen in the shoulder. The cracking sound of bones breaking was almost inaudible in the wind of the punch, but Lin Chen knew that his left scapula was shattered.

His body was flung out like a rag doll, smashing through the glass curtain wall of an abandoned seaside shopping mall, the shards of glass leaving countless fine cuts on his body.

Before he could land, the god had already caught up and stepped on his chest, causing his ribs to crack and his internal organs to clench in agony.

Lin Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled to get up, and the time field unfolded again, forcibly slowing down the god's next attack by a moment, using spatial teleportation to create distance.

The god did not immediately pursue, but stood still, a hint of admiration flashing in his golden eyes: "You are very strong. With a mortal body, you are the first to fight me to this extent."

His voice softened, taking on a seductive tone, "Hand over the method to obtain multiple laws, and I may spare you. Not only that, I can also make you a god, my divine servant."

At that time, you will possess endless life and power beyond that of mortals—isn't that what you've always wanted?

Lin Chen stood up from the ruins, covered in blood, his clothes torn into strips and hanging on his body, revealing large bruises and still bleeding wounds.

He wiped the blood from his face, grinned, and revealed a set of teeth stained red with blood.

"A servant of God?" He scoffed, his voice hoarse but clear. "Just someone's dog?"

The god's brow furrowed slightly.

Lin Chen didn't give him a chance to speak again, gritted his teeth, and charged forward once more.

An hour later, the deity was no longer as composed as before, but rather appeared more anxious.

The golden halo carried the force of the punches, each punch heavier and more ferocious than the last.

Lin Chen could only fight passively. The lightning on his Tang sword had dimmed, and the blade was covered with cracks. Each time he parried, he let out a groan of unbearable strain.

He knew he couldn't hold on much longer, but he could also see that the god's physical body was on the verge of collapse, and deep within those golden eyes was a hint of barely concealed anxiety.

He just needs to wait it out.

We must wear down the opponent until they can no longer hold on, until this mortal body completely collapses, until this wisp of soul has nowhere to attach itself.

He doesn't need to win, he just needs to survive.

Today, he has extracted enough information from his opponent—clues to the true culprit of the apocalypse, expansion, energy aftershocks, seeds of laws… This information is more valuable than a victory.

The Tang sword flashed with faint lightning once more, reflecting the madness in his eyes.

The god sighed, seemingly with some regret, but the golden light gathering on his fist was even brighter than before.

The two figures collided again, the shockwave ripping up the snow on half the street and revealing the cracked asphalt underneath.

On the distant sea, the sound of ice breaking was like a series of muffled thunderclaps, rolling towards the horizon in the sea breeze.

"bump--!"

With a dull thud, the Tang sword in Lin Chen's hand finally gave way and shattered into pieces.

Fragments of the blade flew everywhere, and the hilt was still in his hand, leaving only a bare iron core.

This knife had accompanied him through countless life-and-death situations, and had been repeatedly enchanted and strengthened by Qi Wei. Now, it had finally completed its mission.

Lin Chen fell heavily to the ground, his back slamming into the snow and kicking up a cloud of snow.

He struggled to get up, but his arms felt like lead; he could only manage a brief moment before collapsing.

However, the gods did not attack again.

He hovered in the air, the golden halo gradually receding, looking down at Lin Chen who was lying on the ground. For the first time, a kind of emotion similar to respect appeared in his golden eyes.

"Mortal, you have earned the respect of me—Garr." His voice was deep and solemn, as if declaring an unalterable vow. "Five years from now, we will meet again, and I will fight you fairly, so that you will die a death you will accept with a clear conscience."

As soon as he finished speaking, the "Emperor's" physical body suddenly expanded, cracks spread from the inside out, and golden light gushed out from the cracks.

The next moment—BOOM!

The entire body exploded completely, turning into ashes that mingled with snowflakes and drifted down.

That wisp of divine soul had already departed, leaving only the remains of a mortal body dissipating in the wind.

Lin Chen lay in the snow, watching the golden ashes slowly fall. His body felt completely drained, and he was too lazy to even move a finger.

"Finally... I made it through." He gasped for breath, his chest heaving, a relieved smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I almost... I almost died."

His voice was hoarse and weary, carried away by the sea breeze and dissipated into the empty ruins.

Just then, Yuanzai ran over from a distance, nudged his arm with his big head, and made a low whimpering sound.

Lin Chen reached out and gently patted Yuanzai's head. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Her fingers slid down Yuanzai's fur, and she softly lay down on Yuanzai's broad back, her eyes slowly closing.

Yuanzai felt a weight on its back, turned its head to look, and made a rapid whimpering sound in its throat, its four paws pacing anxiously in the snow.

In the distance, Little Black swooped down from low altitude, the air currents from its wings stirring up a cloud of snow mist.

Su Yun was the first to jump down, staggering as she ran towards Lin Chen. Her boots sank into the snow, and she almost slipped and fell.

The twin sisters followed closely behind. Jiang Yingyue's eyes were already red, and her lips trembled as she couldn't speak.

Jiang Yingxue rushed to Yuanzai's side without saying a word, reaching out to touch Lin Chen's neck. Her fingertips were icy cold, but she could still feel a faint pulse there.

"Husband, you can't be hurt!" Jiang Yingyue finally burst into tears, rushing to Lin Chen's side, flustered and unsure where to put her hands. Jiang Yingxue was also wiping away tears beside her.

"Why are you crying? Use your powers!" Su Yun remained calm, but her voice was trembling.

"Oh, oh." The two sisters quickly used their supernatural abilities to keep Lin Chen alive.

Su Yun gritted her teeth and steadied her voice: "Quickly, take Xiao Chen back to find Xi Yuan and the others."

She turned around, whistled at Xiao Hei, and the black eagle swooped down to land, spreading its huge wings.

The group worked together to lift Lin Chen off Yuanzai's back and carefully place him flat on Xiao Hei's broad back.

Little Black flapped its wings and took off, while Yuanzai ran wildly on the ground. One after the other, they sped off towards the Financial City.