383: Chapter 383 My wife is gone again!

On the deck, the atmosphere was deathly silent.

The howling sea breeze seemed to lose its sound at this moment, quietly freezing in place.

Su Chen remained in the posture of crushing the Jade Slip, like a stone statue weathered for ten thousand years, without any reaction.

His eyes, which always carried three parts laziness and seven parts detachment, were now terrifyingly hollow, as if even his Divine Soul had been drained away.

[Liu Ruyan...]

Before his eyes, that demon cult enchantress in a black dress, enchanting and charming, seemed to appear again.

She always laughed heartlessly, saying the most provocative words and doing the boldest things, as if even the sky falling wouldn't make her frown.

But such a beauty who loved to watch the fun was ultimately dragged into the Netherworld by those damn Netherworld Laws.

He still remembered her final backward glance before being dragged away.

In those eyes, there was no fear, no regret, only a... deep attachment to him.

[Ye Linghan...]

Immediately after, the figure of that peerless Demoness, wearing a tattered Imperial Robe, overbearing and crazed, viewing all living beings as playthings, also surfaced before his eyes.

That woman was mercurial, killing people like flies; she was a true Fallen Immortal of the Mortal World.

But such a Crazy Woman, who even gave him a headache, was also forcibly swept into the Netherworld by the Netherworld Laws.

Despite the grave dangers, she actually said before leaving that she was going to the Netherworld to conquer an empire for him.

These two women, each more troublesome than the last, each more capable of causing a stir than the other.

He complained about them every day, and who knows how many times he had cursed them in his diary.

But when they truly disappeared, it felt as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out, leaving a hollow ache that was hard to bear.

And now... in Su Chen's mind, the figure of a third woman emerged.

That Yaochi Saintess, who always wore a plain white palace dress, as cold as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, and seemed untouched by the mortal world.

That "silly, white, sweet" girl with a bizarre train of thought, who spent all day lost in wild fantasies.

Ling Qingzhu.

She... was gone too?

And she was gone in a way that was even more outrageous, even more inconceivable, and even more absurd than the first two, to the point it made him want to laugh?

Ascended with her entire home and everything in it?!

"Heh..."

A sound like a phantom breath escaped from Su Chen's throat.

At this moment, his brain finally managed to recover a sliver of function from its frozen state.

Then, an indescribable, utterly absurd feeling instantly overwhelmed him.

[Heavens...]

[Are you fucking playing with me?!]

A monstrous rage, mixed with endless grievance and frustration, exploded from the depths of his Divine Soul!

[What sin did I, Su Chen, commit?!]

[First, it was Liu Ruyan, swept away to the Netherworld!]

[Then, it was Ye Linghan, also swept away to the Netherworld!]

[And now, even the most well-behaved and sensible Ling Qingzhu, the one least likely to have an accident, was swept away to Ascension by some bullshit Secret Realm?!]

[Did you all plan this?! Running away from home as a group, is that it?!]

[And fucking two went to the Netherworld, and one to the Upper Realm! Are you afraid that when I look for you in the future, it might be on the way?! Running from the Southern Heaven Gate to the Ghost Gate Pass—are you going to reimburse my travel expenses?!]

He felt his mental state had completely collapsed.

Previously, although the departure of Liu Ruyan and Ye Linghan had made him angry and determined to Cultivate like a madman,

at least he still had Ling Qingzhu and Ji Hongxue by his side.

But now?

Now Ling Qingzhu is gone too!

Back to square one overnight!

Who the fuck can take this?!

The more Su Chen thought about it, the angrier and more frustrated he became.

A violent urge to destroy everything grew wildly in his chest!

"Boom—!!!"

An invisible yet violent aura, terrifying enough to tear the sky apart, suddenly surged into the sky from Su Chen's body!

That was no longer the pressure a Saint King should have; it was a field of Chaos mixed with anger, sorrow, destruction, and endless resentment!

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—!"

Under the impact of this aura, the entire "nine heavens vessel" Divine Ship let out an overburdened wail. Countless profound Formation Patterns flickered, and the hull shook violently!

"Your... Your Highness!"

Seventh Elder Su Qi was pale with horror. He felt as if he had been struck head-on by an Immemorial Divine Mountain. His Protective Spiritual Light shattered instantly, and he was pressed down until his knees buckled, falling to the ground with a "thud," making even breathing incredibly difficult!

He looked at Su Chen in absolute terror, his cloudy old eyes filled with fear and disbelief!

At this moment, Su Chen's black hair moved without wind, his robes dancing wildly. His eyes had at some point turned into bottomless black vortices, as if they could swallow all the light in the world!

Su Chen slowly, inch by inch, raised his head.

He looked at no one, only staring intently at the vast sky, his mouth curling into a ferocious yet desolate arc.