391: Chapter 391 The Darkest Hour of the Lesser Formless Realm

When Su Chen's gaze, filled with "hunger," swept from the True Phoenix Divine Mountain toward the core area of the Lesser Formless Realm...

All the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens who were in seclusion within their respective training grounds instantly shuddered.

An inexplicable chill...

...surged up their spines and straight to the crowns of their heads.

"What's going on? Why did I suddenly feel a chill down my back?"

Inside the Blazing Flame Divine Mountain, Su Wuchang abruptly opened his eyes.

He scratched his long, fiery-red hair in confusion.

Just now, he seemed to hear a faint, distant wail.

It sounded very much like it was coming from Little Sister Xiaoxiao's True Phoenix Divine Mountain.

[Must be an illusion, right? Little Sister Xiaoxiao's training ground is impregnable; who would dare to cause trouble there?]

He shook his head, preparing to continue his seclusion.

He needed to consolidate his dao foundation, which had been shattered by the Boss's palm strike and then subsequently reconstructed.

Right at that moment...

Boom—!

A demonic light as deep as the night, like an arrow shot from the Nine Serene Abyss...

...tore through the sky and, carrying an irresistible will, brazenly descended upon the peak of the Blazing Flame Divine Mountain!

Immediately following it...

...Su Chen's lazy yet slightly impatient voice...

...resounded through the entire Divine Mountain like a divine oracle of the Heavenly Dao.

"Redhead, dinner's ready!"

Su Wuchang: "???"

Din... dinner's ready?

What dinner?

Before he could react...

...a terrifying suction force, countless times more domineering and violent than the Law of Fire in his Blazing Flame Divine Mountain...

...erupted with a bang!

Su Wuchang only felt as if the Divine Mountain beneath his buttocks...

...had been viciously kicked by someone.

The mountain began to shake violently!

His proud "Great Sun True Flame"...

...which was formed by the condensed pure power of the Blazing Flame Immortal Body's Origin...

...at this moment, felt as if it had met its sovereign.

It couldn't even summon the thought of resisting.

Streaks of golden fire dragons were forcibly pulled from the depths of the earth by that domineering suction.

They surged frantically toward the black vortex at the mountain's summit!

"Holy crap! Boss?!"

Su Wuchang finally realized what was happening.

Looking at that familiar and terrifying black vortex at the summit, his resolute face instantly turned pale green.

How was this dinner?

This was clearly flipping the table!

"Boss! Have mercy! Have mercy! Leave some embers for me!"

Su Wuchang scrambled out of his seclusion Immortal Cave.

He watched as his Divine Mountain was extinguished at a rate visible to the naked eye...

...and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

However, Su Chen ignored his pleas entirely.

[Leave some embers? This crappy hotpot base of yours tastes mediocre at best; it's not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth!]

Su Chen's heart remained unmoved.

He was even a bit disgusted.

Under Su Wuchang's despairing gaze...

...the last wisp of golden flame atop the Blazing Flame Divine Mountain was ruthlessly swallowed.

The entire Divine Mountain...

...transformed from a red-hot branding iron into a piece of cold, pitch-black charcoal.

Su Chen felt the power within his body increase once more.

He was still not quite satisfied.

Fifth-level Saint King!

"Next!"

His figure disappeared once again.

Over the next three days...

...the entire Lesser Formless Realm ushered in its darkest and most terrifying moment in history!

Su Chen transformed into the most industrious "locust."

He began his "buffet" journey.

"Boom!"

Inside the Myriad Sword Cave, Sword Qi soared to the heavens, and the hum of swords sounded like dragon roars.

Half an hour later...

...a hundred thousand divine swords wailed as their light completely faded.

They turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Su Chen exhaled lightly; his cultivation rose to the sixth-level Saint King.

"Boom!"

At the Cold Ice Divine Mountain, ice sealed ten thousand miles, and the chill was piercing.

An hour later...

...the Divine Mountain melted and the glaciers collapsed.

The place turned into a vast ocean.

Su Yueling hugged her brother's Divine Mountain, which had already turned into charcoal.

The siblings cried until the world turned dark.

Su Chen smacked his lips; his cultivation rose to the seventh-level Saint King.

"Boom!"

At the Thunder Pool Forbidden Land, ten thousand thunders galloped, and lightning snakes danced wildly.

Two hours later...

...the Thunder Pool dried up and the electric light dissipated.

Not even a trace of static electricity could be generated.

Su Chen nodded in satisfaction.

Cultivation rose to the eighth-level Saint King!

...The entire core area of the Lesser Formless Realm was a mess.

Wails of grief were everywhere.

All the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens were driven out of their training grounds.

Each of them was covered in dust and soot, looking like they had just crawled out of a coal mine.

Looking at their bare training grounds, where not even a single hair remained...

...their eyes were filled with tears, yet they were beyond weeping.

How was this cultivation?

This was clearly a home raid!

The Boss was being too ruthless!

He even nearly dug up the Foundations!

Su Wuchang and Su Xiaoxiao stood together.

The two looked at each other, both seeing deep helplessness and heartache in the other's eyes.

"Little Sister Xiaoxiao, try to look on the bright side."

Su Wuchang patted Su Xiaoxiao's shoulder, comforting her in the tone of someone who had been through it:

"The Boss absorbing us means he thinks highly of us!"

"This is to spur us on, to make sure we don't get obsessed with external objects and focus on our own cultivation!"

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

I don't believe you for a second!

You were crying louder than anyone just now!

Just as this group of "victims" was huddling together for warmth and mutual comfort...

...the figure of Seventh Elder Su appeared like a ghost.

With his hands behind his back, he took measured, square steps, leisurely strolling over.

Looking at this group of dejected juniors...

...he cleared his throat, a kind, dean-like smile appearing on his face.

"What's wrong? Why the long faces? What is this behavior?"

Seeing him was like seeing their pillar of support.

They hurriedly crowded around him.

"Seventh Elder! Please, do something about the Boss! If he keeps absorbing like this, the Foundation of our Lesser Formless Realm will be sucked dry!"

Su Yueling complained tearfully.

"Yeah, Seventh Elder! My Myriad Sword Cave! That was ten years of savings! Now it's all turned into scrap metal!"

"My Thunder Pool... boohoo..."

Hearing everyone's complaints...

...Seventh Elder Su was not moved; instead, his expression darkened.

He shouted sternly, "All of you, shut up!"

"You bunch of useless things! Won't it all recover in just three months?"

He pointed at these prodigies, scolding them with disappointment:

"Besides, it's the blessing of eight lifetimes that His Highness the Divine Son took an interest in your junk!"

"Instead of being grateful, you actually dare to complain here?"

"Do you have any idea why His Highness the Divine Son needs to increase his strength so frantically?"

Everyone looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Seventh Elder Su took a deep breath, his face showing an expression of immense sorrow and admiration.

"His Highness the Divine Son is doing this for our entire Su Family!"

"Several Divine Sons Consorts have been abducted; His Highness the Divine Son is burning with anxiety!"

"He is burning his own life, overdrawing his own future!"

"Just so he can possess the power to protect our Family as soon as possible!"

"Do you know how much pain he is enduring? How much pressure?"

"And what about you? You've only lost a few trivial external possessions, yet you're here wailing and crying!"

"Where is your vision? Where is your responsibility as prodigies of the Su Family?!"

"Compared to His Highness the Divine Son's selfless, life-risking righteousness, you are simply a bunch of selfish parasites!"

Seventh Elder Su's words were delivered with great emotion and power!

They directly stunned all the prodigies present.

One by one, they opened their mouths wide, staring blankly at Seventh Elder Su.

Their minds were a total blank.

So... that's how it was?

The Boss... was actually carrying so much on his shoulders?

We... we misunderstood him?

In an instant...

...a thick sense of guilt and self-reproach welled up in everyone's hearts.

Looking at their bare training grounds, they suddenly felt that it wasn't so heartbreaking anymore.

Compared to the future of the Family, compared to the Boss's safety...

...what did this little loss matter?

Su Wuchang was even more excited, his face flushed red.

He slammed his fist against his chest and roared:

"Seventh Elder is right! Our vision was too small!"

"The Boss is our faith! Our lighthouse!"

"For the Boss, never mind a crappy mountain!"

"Even if you wanted my life, Su Wuchang, I wouldn't even blink!"

"That's right! For the Boss! For the Su Family!"

"Go Boss! We will always support you!"

Under Seventh Elder Su's "kindly" gaze...

...and with Su Wuchang leading the way...

...the group of prodigies who were just wailing and crying...

...instantly turned into the most fanatical followers.

One by one, they waved their fists...

...shouting and cheering for Su Chen, who was currently "raiding" their homes.

The scene was bizarre to the extreme.