647: Chapter 650 Who Surrounds Whom?

These "heroes" from the boundless Void Realm, endless dimensions, major Material Realms, and the multiverse.

At this moment, they had been reduced to the vilest scavengers.

"One last warning."

Lu Chen's voice pierced through the barrier.

"You insects, instead of coming to kill me, you'd be better off cherishing your own lives."

"Retreat now, and perhaps I will allow you to eke out a living in a corner of my world."

What responded to him...

...was a sky full of curses and even crazier attacks.

They had gone completely mad.

The promise of a wish from fate was like a virus.

It had corroded all reason.

"Very well."

Lu Chen's voice was as cold as ice.

"This is what you chose for yourselves."

Lu Chen snapped his fingers.

The blue barrier did not shatter.

It simply vanished, as if it had never existed.

"Great! The barrier is broken!"

The Candidates roared, charging like a tidal wave.

"Prepare to die, scum!"

But before the first sword could touch him...

...the space around Lu Chen began to warp crazily.

Pfft.

Pfft.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!

In the blink of an eye.

A Clone appeared before a Candidate.

Then ten.

A thousand.

A million.

All the Candidates froze in mid-air.

The scene before their eyes...

...had exceeded the limits of logic.

The Void Realm that had just been packed with a billion Candidates...

...at this moment...

...suddenly saw an equal number of Lu Chens appear.

A billion Clones.

Each one held a myth-grade longsword.

Every pair of eyes...

...gleamed with the same cold, predatory gaze.

"How is this possible?"

The young leader in the starlight robe murmured tremblingly, his long spear shaking violently.

"No one can maintain so many Clones!"

"It must be an illusion! They are fake! I bet they're all fake!"

He leaped toward the Lu Chen's Clone in front of him.

The solar spear thrust straight for the heart.

"Die, fake!"

The Clone didn't Move.

Until the spear tip was an inch from its chest.

Then.

He extended two fingers and gently pinched the spear tip.

That Divine Artifact capable of piercing dimensions...

...snapped like a withered branch.

"Is that real enough for you?"

The Clone asked indifferently.

Lu Chen's voice echoed from all directions simultaneously.

"Ultimate Domain."

The gray Void Realm...

...instantly transformed into a world of pure white and gold.

The Laws of the Eternal Divine Domain...

...were forcibly overwritten.

In this space.

Lu Chen was the only god.

"Attack."

Lu Chen commanded.

A billion Clones, plus Lu Chen's main body, erupted with Aura simultaneously.

It wasn't a shockwave.

It was a tangible weight.

It instantly crushed the breath out of all the Candidates.

The pressure was terrifying to the extreme.

The weaker ones' bodies imploded on the spot, turning into red blood mist.

The slightly stronger ones all knelt down together.

Their bones shattered inch by inch under the pressure of a billion Origin Supremes.

The mocking laughter completely vanished.

In its place...

...was a dead silence as heavy as molten lead.

"The will of the Eternal Divine Domain told you that I am an anomaly."

Lu Chen walked through the air.

Those who blocked his path were pushed aside by his invisible Aura.

"But it didn't tell you what that means."

"It means that I am the end of your story."

The ensuing slaughter...

...could hardly be called a battle.

A battle...

...means both sides have a chance to win.

This was a harvest.

Lu Chen did not give them any chance.

He didn't want to hear any pleas for mercy or excuses.

He walked like the Grim Reaper through a wheat field.

Every Clone...

...delivered a perfect finishing blow.

A billion swords swung down in unison.

The Void Realm was completely stained red.

Those "protagonists" who had survived countless hardships were easily erased like ink on paper.

Their "invincible" Moves...

...were brushed away like spiderwebs.

Lu Chen walked through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

His face was expressionless.

He did not enjoy any of this.

But he felt no guilt either.

They came to kill him for a reward.

They bet their own Souls.

Then, they lost.

With every Candidate that died...

...a wisp of golden light would float up.

That was their various Supreme Bloodlines.

It was the essential essence of their potential and power.

Lu Chen waved his hand.

The World Tree within him roared to life.

Roots surged wildly from his shadow.

Traversing the Void Realm, devouring every drop of blood and every wisp of light.

Fifty million.

Seventy million.

One billion.

The World Tree devoured them all.

Lu Chen let it devour.

Because after devouring those five Truth Realm generals...

...the World Tree had awakened a new talent:

It could purify positive Bloodlines.

And smelt countless Bloodlines into a stronger one.

Lu Chen had it take those one billion Bloodlines...

...and compress them into ten thousand.

Then, fuse those ten thousand into his own Myriad Source Bloodline.

This was an unprecedented feast.

The World Tree grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its branches layered and penetrated reality planes.

Its leaves turned into miniature suns.

In just a few minutes.

One billion Candidates completely vanished.

No corpses.

No ruins.

No remnant Souls.

Only Lu Chen remained.

Standing alone in the Void Realm that had been completely emptied of life.

At this moment.

The Void Realm was deathly silent.

It seemed even more piercing than the screams from just a moment ago.

Lu Chen stood alone.

All Clones turned into pure energy and flowed back into his main body.

A power so violent it almost burst his body rushed in frantically.

His Bloodline was evolving.

One billion "fate fragments" were forged into a terrifyingly powerful whole.

Suddenly.

The cold, mechanical voice of the Eternal Divine Domain's will sounded again.

This time, the tone was no longer calm.

[Global Announcement]

[The trial for the Supreme Throne of Fate has officially ended.]

[Candidate Lu Chen, by eradicating all competitors, has obtained 100% authority.]

[You may now make your wish.]

A brief silence.

The voice changed.

It became deeper.

More personal.

Filled with hidden threats.

[But Lu Chen, you had better be careful.]

[Do not make a wish you cannot afford to enjoy.]

[There are countless eyes watching you; they can easily erase you, even if you are the Supreme of Fate.]

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes.

A naked threat.

The will was warning him:

Do not make a wish targeting the Creators.

Do not ask to destroy them.

Otherwise.

Before the wish could be realized, he would be erased first.

Lu Chen knew his current limits.

He was strong.

But he was far from ready to confront the existence of the "Absolute Constant Realm".

Let alone the Creator itself.

Asking for too much now...

...would only lead to him being completely crushed before he could grow.

He pondered for a moment.

Countless thoughts flashed by rapidly.

He needed a way to grow in secret.

A self-preservation method that could avoid the prying eyes of higher planes.

"I will not delve into the 'truth' for the time being."

Lu Chen spoke.

His voice echoed through the empty Void Realm.

"I know I am not your match yet."

He looked up at the "sky" of the trial ground.

"My wish is: upgrade my space magic cube's potential to the absolute limit."

The space magic cube.

It was his core trump card.

It could allow him to avoid all kinds of prying eyes.

It could grant him the gift of time.

Upgrading it to the limit...

...would not just give him a "toy".

It would be an ultimate fortress that even the will of the Eternal Divine Domain could not peer into.