236: Chapter 236 Like a Different World

(I personally feel it's good for the System to speak as little as possible. If it talks too much, it starts to seem like a person rather than a System, so I rarely set it to speak. I wonder which type you all prefer?)

"Dead?"

Upon hearing these two words, Chen Xing was too shocked to recover, staring blankly ahead, unable to believe it.

Dead? Just a moment ago? Why did I know nothing about it?

But the current feeling was very subtle; Chen Xing could no longer feel the power within his body, as if he had returned to being a Mortal... or even a weaker state.

"How could... what exactly happened?" Chen Xing asked.

"The Evil Emperor of Chaos," the System replied.

"Chaos..." Chen Xing's pupils shrank suddenly; naturally, he knew who that was.

The legendary Eternal Black Hand, a Saint who stood above all living beings, an existence who was a top-tier powerhouse even in this Domain.

The Saint of Chaos, Holy Emperor of Chaos, Evil Emperor of Chaos... these were all his titles, an Evil Path Saint whose name resounded through the heavens.

"What did he do to me? If I died, at least let me know how I died!" Chen Xing couldn't help but say.

"...A thought," the System replied.

"A thought?" Chen Xing was stunned.

The System rarely spoke again: "Saints are supreme and powerful. Every word and action is Law. The Heavenly Dao of the great Universe is restricted and cannot act freely, but a Saint is a Heavenly Dao of the great Universe that can act freely."

"The Saint of Chaos was thinking that having just one Hua Zizai was enough, and that having one more, you, would cause variables, so the idea of erasing you was born."

"He didn't do anything; he simply had that thought, and you died."

Chen Xing stood there blankly, unable to speak.

Just by thinking about it in his heart, I died? And without leaving any trace of a struggle, not even the memory of death?

Is this the strongest existence in the heavens and myriad worlds... a Saint?

At this moment, he completely understood why there were countless powerhouses in this world, and no lack of courageous people, yet none dared to rebel.

With such a vast gap in strength, how could one rebel?

"Sigh, this old Saint dog actually doesn't care about martial virtue, killing me off prematurely. No, he didn't even have to lift a finger!" Chen Xing sighed helplessly.

But thinking about it, he was the founder of the Evil Path, a Saint and Holy Emperor of this path, a powerhouse among powerhouses.

Since he could reach his current status, he was naturally unscrupulous. Did he need to care about face or morality?

Chen Xing just felt it was a pity that he had been stifled before he could even reach the Dao and become an Emperor. It was truly despairing.

"Sigh, my adopted son was just born. I even said I would bring him a gift when I returned from the Secret Realm. This... how am I supposed to give it to him?"

Chen Xing scratched his head, feeling very annoyed.

"And my Revered Master, I said I would provide for her in her old age. How did I end up going first?"

"System, can you be of any use? If you can't beat a Saint, can you at least give me a warning?"

"..." the System.

Have you stopped calling me 'Brother System' now?

"Sigh... wait, if I'm dead, why do I still have consciousness here?" Chen Xing looked at his hands.

"Where is this place?" Looking around, he realized he couldn't see anything, only the System.

This wasn't just simple darkness, because darkness itself is a [thing] that exists, but there was nothing here.

This... was a void!

No darkness, no daylight, no starry sky, no spiritual energy; everything was nothing.

"Brother System, tell me honestly, is there still hope for me?" Chen Xing's eyes lit up.

"No hope, unless the Saint resurrects you," the System replied.

"Then why haven't you left yet?" Chen Xing looked disbelieving.

"..." the System.

Why didn't that bluff work on him?

"I will reverse the river of time, modify Karma and destiny, and send you back to the moment before you died." Finally, it stopped pretending.

"Hmm?" Chen Xing's eyes gleamed.

"Wait, if you send me back before I die, won't I just die again?"

"You won't die."

"Why?"

"..."

Chen Xing was curious, but the System played dead again at this moment, refusing to speak no matter how he asked.

Immediately after, he felt a sense of spinning, as if space-time had shattered and heaven and earth were being recreated. An indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

Among these many feelings was a sense of death, accompanied by deep regret.

Chen Xing didn't cry, but he unconsciously shed a tear; that was the regret that erupted when he died.

"A Saint... is truly a walking Heavenly Dao, viewing everything as ants!"

Below the Saint, all are ants. This is the top-tier existence of the heavens and myriad worlds.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Xing returned to the deck of the spaceship.

"Two Dao Children, the Secret Realm is right ahead." The escorting Quasi-King spoke, the familiar voice reaching his ears once again.

Chen Xing looked back; it was the same group of people, and Hua Zizai's Clone was also preparing to move into the Secret Realm.

"Really back?" Chen Xing blinked. That feeling of death still lingered in his heart, impossible to shake off.

For some reason, even though it was the same group of people and the same world, he felt as if a lifetime had passed, filled with many emotions.

"You... what happened?" Hua Zizai sensed something wrong; this guy's state seemed very unusual.

"Me... I was just Cultivating in a dream and almost died. It's good to be back." Chen Xing smiled faintly, not explaining further.

"The Dream Dao is mysterious. Although it is not the strongest Dao, it does not mean it is safe. It is better to be careful." Hua Zizai nodded.

"Let's go." Chen Xing nodded.

This time, he first took a look at the small Universe standing in the Universe Sea—the Thunder Pool Secret Realm—before setting off.

Chen Xing was careful the entire time, not daring to breathe too loudly, until he entered the Thunder Pool Secret Realm.

...

Saints dominate the heavens, sitting and watching the world rise and fall.

The Evil Emperor of Chaos, also called the Emperor of Disorder, has a very special Dao technique. Just like his title, the more chaotic the world is, the stronger his power.

This is why he likes to stir up trouble; his little actions are frequent. Everything is to research this Dao of [Chaos].

As for those innocent living beings?

Aren't they just dust? Why should one feel heartache for them?

The Evil Emperor of Chaos was having a thought when he discovered that the ant in the Universe Sea had not died, and he couldn't help but frown.

"There is a Saint helping him!"

He determined immediately that there was someone behind the other party.

Because only a Saint can block a Saint.

But the Evil Emperor of Chaos was no ordinary Saint. He transcended the Ancient Saints; he was an Emperor among Saints, a top-tier Saint-level powerhouse. Which Saint in these heavens dared to oppose him?

Just at this moment, the Evil Emperor of Chaos suddenly discovered that a familiar yet strange figure had appeared in his place of seclusion out of nowhere.

The scene was very strange; the other party was standing right in front of him.

"You are... Chen Xing?" The Evil Emperor of Chaos's gaze turned slightly cold, but he felt it wasn't him.

"Slap!"

The System didn't say a word, slapped him away, and suppressed him on the spot!

"Who exactly are you..."

Before the Evil Emperor of Chaos could figure it out, his will was suppressed, and this part of his memory was deleted.

After finishing, the System clapped its hands and turned to disappear.

Opening his eyes again, the Evil Emperor of Chaos remembered nothing, thinking he had just finished his seclusion.

"This young man in the Lower Realm who Cultivates the Light System... has more potential than the person I had my eye on. Let's see how he develops." The Evil Emperor of Chaos pondered, no longer harboring any murderous intent.