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

The little black car carrying Su Yun and the others sped across the hazy sky and landed at the Financial City base a moment later.

When Lin Chen was lifted off the eagle's back, he was covered in blood, his clothes were torn to shreds, revealing large bruises and still-bleeding wounds.

Shen Xiyuan's face turned pale after just one glance.

Wu Jie and Yang Na rushed out of the pharmacy, almost dropping the medicine boxes they were carrying.

The girls in charge of medical care hurriedly carried Lin Chen into the emergency room. Green, white, and blue lights that could heal superpowers flashed alternately in the small room, wave after wave, without stopping.

"The injuries are too severe... internal organs displaced, multiple bone fractures, and internal bleeding..." Shen Xiyuan's voice was strained, but her hands did not stop moving. She directed the operation while personally taking charge, and beads of sweat streamed down her face.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the base.

"Is Boss Lin critically injured and on the verge of death?"

"I heard it was a battle against a god..."

Do gods really exist?

The survivors in the base gathered in the passageways, outside the tents, and at the entrance of the trading center, whispering among themselves with various expressions.

Some people looked terrified, some had shifty eyes, and some lowered their heads to pray silently.

"There should be, otherwise how do we explain our superpowers? And how do we explain this apocalypse?" A middle-aged man lowered his voice, his tone carrying an indescribable emotion.

"Can mortals compare to gods?" someone asked in a low voice.

"I don't believe in any gods." A young man raised his head, his eyes bright, and his voice loud. "At most, he's just someone who has cultivated for longer and is stronger than us! As long as we keep cultivating, we can rival the gods in the future!"

"That's right!" someone chimed in, and the voices grew louder. "Isn't Boss Lin the best example? He single-handedly held up the entire base; he's fighting gods!"

There was a moment of silence in the crowd.

Then, a very soft voice drifted from the corner: "You say... this apocalypse, is it caused by these gods?"

No one responded.

Everyone fell silent. The issue was too serious, so serious that no one dared to touch it.

Only the hum of the ventilation ducts and the faint sound of crying coming from the medical room in the distance remained in the corridor.

When Liang Siqi rushed over from the studio, her hands were still trembling. She stood at the door of the emergency room, looking at the blood-soaked body inside, her lips quivering a few times, but no sound came out.

Qi Wei and Bai Xin followed behind her, their eyes red-rimmed, but they bit their lips tightly and remained silent.

Upon hearing the news, Wang Xing, Lu Heng, and the others rushed to the emergency room.

They paced back and forth at the door like ants on a hot pan.

The chubby boy with the ability to foresee the future was much calmer, reassuring everyone, "Calm down, calm down, Boss Lin will be fine."

Hearing his words, Lu Heng and the others were stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. The little fat boy had predicted that Boss Lin would be fine, so he must be fine. However, no one left the emergency room.

Su Yun stood in the middle of the corridor, her expression calm, but those who knew her well could see that the corners of her mouth were unconsciously pursed.

She turned around, her voice not loud, but clear enough to reach everyone's ears: "Martial law. Double guards at all entrances and exits. No one may enter or leave without my order."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across every face in the room: "These next few days, everyone stay alert. Boss Lin will be fine, but some people might take advantage of the chaos to have ulterior motives."

Everyone nodded and went their separate ways to carry out the orders. Bai Xin wiped her eyes and led the girls from the recruitment point to reinforce the sentry post.

Qi Wei returned to the enchanting studio and closed the door tightly. The sound of hammering could be heard from inside. She was rushing to make a new batch of weapons, and her hand speed was twice as fast as usual.

Su Yun then sent Hu Shanshan on her little black horse to deliver messages to the various military units.

The black hawk flapped its wings and disappeared into the night sky.

She had to make sure that Li Ya, Liu Feifei, Qin Yi, and Qin Lu wouldn't be taken advantage of because of delayed information.

The emergency room door remained closed.

The faint light of healing powers seeped through the crack in the door, flickering like a lamp that refused to go out in this apocalyptic world.

People came and went in the corridor, their footsteps were light, and no one spoke.

Everyone was speaking in hushed tones; everyone was waiting.

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Lin Chen, who was in a deep sleep, twitched his eyelids and vaguely heard Zi Ling calling him.

"Master, wake up! Master, wake up!"

But he has just regained consciousness and is unable to open his eyes.

He could only respond to Zi Ling with his consciousness: "Zi...Ling, is that you?"

"It's me, Master. Wake up."

After a long while, Lin Chen finally woke up. The first thing he saw was a white ceiling and fluorescent light tubes, and the air smelled of disinfectant.

Shen Xiyuan was asleep on the bedside, but the exhaustion on her face was impossible to hide.

"Cherish the bond?" Lin Chen called softly.

"Lin Chen, you're awake?" Shen Xiyuan was startled awake and exclaimed with delight when she saw Lin Chen open his eyes.

"Hmm, how long have I been asleep?" Lin Chen asked in a hoarse voice.

"Two days and one night."

Lin Chen remained silent for a few seconds, then tried to sit up, but a dull pain shot through his chest, so he lay back down.

"Don't move." Shen Xiyuan pressed him down. "Your internal injuries haven't fully healed yet. This time, you almost died."

Lin Chen didn't reply, his mind replaying the words of the god Gal: the seed of law, five years later...

"Xiyuan," he suddenly said, "call Sister Yun for me."

"Okay." Shen Xiyuan immediately went out to find Su Yun.

Lin Chen contacted Zi Ling telepathically: "Zi Ling, my injury... did it affect you?"

Zi Ling's voice came from the depths of her consciousness, calm yet carrying a rare solemnity: "Not at the moment. But if Master dies, my world, which is not yet fully developed, will also collapse."

Lin Chen's heart sank: "The world is collapsing...you'll die too? And what about all those people inside...?"

"Yes." Zi Ling did not evade the question. "My master and I are one. If you perish, I will cease to exist as well."

Lin Chen fell silent.

The cold sweat on my back soaked the bandage, and waves of fear seeped out from between my bones.

This time, it truly was a matter of life and death. He was so close, so very close, that he would have lost more than just his own life.

Fortunately, he pulled through.

Moreover, he extracted a great deal of information from that deity. For example, that there really were forces behind the apocalypse, and that these deities were involved. For example, divine power and the seeds of laws. This information alone was worth all the injuries he sustained.

However, when he thought of that five-year promise again, his heart sank.

"Ziling, I won't be so reckless again in the future."

Zi Ling didn't answer, but just gave a soft "hmm," as if she had breathed a sigh of relief.

He then asked, "During the battle, you seemed to have hidden yourself?"