Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System

Chapter 995: Chapter 442: Three Gods Manifest? Nothing but Food! (Part 2)

"Rise," Su Tu said calmly.

"As you wish."

Hua Yun respectfully stood up and spoke.

Su Tu had no other thoughts, and just asked.

"Has Zhou Wuliang of the Human Race gone missing?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Yun nodded and said, "As expected of my god, all-knowing and all-seeing."

"Lately, the Star River has plunged into chaos, the peace agreement shattered, with the ultimate civilization beginning to capture the Void Spirits, and numerous advanced civilizations using this as an excuse to annex and invade the weaker civilizations.

The Human Race and the Seven Great Alliances, along with a few advanced civilizations, did not participate in this, choosing instead to stand by and remain uninvolved."

Hearing this, Su Tu’s gaze lowered.

The five ultimate civilizations actually tore up the Star River peace agreement, there must be the influence of the World Light behind this, as the World Light’s vessel in the True King Competition was the bodies of creatures from these five ultimate civilizations.

With the peace agreement destroyed, the Star River is destined to be chaotic, and the advanced civilizations which were already covering up their slaughter, now act unchecked.

What is the purpose behind the World Light’s actions?

Su Tu’s gaze sank slightly, and a peculiar, uncanny tree came to his mind, a tree that took the Cause and Effect of Godhood as its branches, the future of the Immortal Divine as its fruit, and his own body as its canopy... a strange tree.

Everything the World Light wants to do is all for that strange tree; when he previously saw it, although it was strong, it was not yet fully matured.

This slaughter sweeping through the entire Star River is surely meant to speed up the tree’s maturation.

But the Human Race didn’t take part, so why did Zhou get into conflict with other races? From what he knows about Zhou, he is not someone who would randomly slaughter other races.

As the most devoted believer of Su Tu, Hua Yun sensed a hint of divine doubt and immediately understood, hastily saying.

"The Human Race stayed out of it, but Zhou Wuliang publicly cut ties with the Human Race, announcing that all his actions represent only himself.

Then he waged war by himself against all the advanced civilizations that participated in the True King Competition. His strength is indeed terrifying; even Daoist Masters and those beyond Daoist Masters seem insignificant before him.

The world calls him a madman, and no one knows what he is trying to do.

Before he disappeared, in that battle, he fought alone against nine Daoist Masters and three who were beyond Daoist Masters, and even one Abyss Race Supreme, yet he managed to hold his own. That battle shattered a third of the Moonwatching Star System, and the outcome remained undecided."

"The Star River shattered, space exploded, triggering a subspace storm, pulling all those strong enough to participate in the war within it.

Various races searched desperately, finding other survivors of the fierce battle, yet Zhou Wuliang was nowhere to be seen."

Hua Yun quickly and concisely reported all the intelligence he had gathered.

A single man waging war, nine Daoist Masters, three beyond that, one Supreme, shattering a star system without falling behind—Zhou’s power left Su Tu in awe.

Although he already knew Zhou was extraordinary, he did not expect it to be to this extent.

"A subspace storm..."

Su Tu whispered softly. Being swept away by the subspace storm and unfindable in the existing world leaves only two possibilities: either Zhou intentionally hid himself, or he was caught into subspace.

If it’s the former, it’s still fine, but if it’s the latter...

Su Tu felt a complex mix of emotions in his heart; he should have felt worried, but this emotion couldn’t fully germinate.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his brow furrowed, and an intuition arose in his heart, gradually easing his expression.

He had signed the Great Dao Contract with Celestial Extremes, which acts upon the Heart and Spirit, allowing him to generally sense the other’s condition even if he’s not physically present.

Celestial Extremes’ aura was very stable, and there was a very lively life force alongside, which should belong to Zhou, indicating that Zhou’s body is unharmed.

However, he couldn’t sense their exact location.

At least he could be sure that his master was safe and sound.

"Was it... for me?"

This thought emerged in Su Tu’s mind.

The races Zhou fought against were all those that participated in the True King Competition, and in the eyes of the world, he himself should have died in that competition, although named and known, nearly all the elites of the myriad races perished.

But knowing Zhou’s extreme protectionism, with his beloved disciple dead, it’s highly possible that such actions were taken in a fit of rage.

Thinking of these things, Su Tu knew he should be touched, should try his best to quickly absorb the ’Experience Baby Paradise’ completely, and then find Zhou Wuliang to tell him that he is still alive.

Yet he understood that he wouldn’t do so, nor could he bring himself to; there are great secrets hidden behind the Three Deceits Cult.

The more his body grew, the more he could sense an immensely powerful energy dwelling within this great hall, with two sinister auras hiding beneath it.

Moreover, these auras were vaguely connected to his current body.

His current body, in essence, should be the Divine Son of the Muddy World, and those two auras’ connection with his body forced Su Tu into suspicion.

The so-called Blood Mother and Bone Father, the so-called Three Gods, are right within this cathedral!!

And the Divine Seal that always imprints in the Heart and Spirit, that so-called deity, for him, might also become delicious ’food,’ and so, Su Tu knew he couldn’t hurry and must proceed gradually.

His gaze looked beyond the great hall as if it pierced through countless spaces to see a pair of scarlet eyes...

"My god above, the false god’s Sect Leader and three Bishops are up to something behind the scenes, yet our current forces are still weak, with few venerating the name of the Venerable God.

But we are willing to go through fire and water for the Venerable God, we are willing to...."

Hua Yun spoke, a trace of ruthlessness flashing on his face as he lightly reached out and ran a finger across his neck.

"No need for that; Chen Yuan is a rather important ’bait’ after all..."

Su Tu spoke calmly, his dark eyes resembling an abyss, containing an indescribable gleam within.

.....

The cathedral’s dark side, a place unknown, accessible only to Chen Yuan, holds the greatest secret, a privilege even the three Archbishops lack.

Chen Yuan slowly walked in, enveloped by boundless darkness, with his footsteps igniting one cold, pallid Bone Fire after another.

As Chen Yuan ventured deeper, countless Bone Fires manifested, a path formed of endless eyeballs arose from the ground, those eyeballs swirling as if alive.

Chen Yuan took several deep breaths before stepping onto the path, with the eyeballs swiftly spreading over his body, enveloping him in an instant.

The slippery sensation spread instantly across his entire body, the countless eyeballs seemingly trying to squeeze into his body.

Chen Yuan endured the feeling of nausea, continuously chanting the Bible in a low voice.

As his chanting continued, the nauseating feeling gradually faded, replaced by an inexplicable warmth and peace, as if a child returning to a warm, safe home.

A tender voice softly echoed.

"It’s been a while since you last came here, my child."

It was a woman’s voice, gentle and serene, enough to melt even a heart of stone.

Her voice carried expectation and joy, like a mother welcoming a long-lost child home.

"Are you having any troubles?"

Another compassionate voice arose, making one instantly feel at ease, as if the world could crumble but his presence assured safety.

This voice resembled a father’s, not verbose but filled with endless concern.

Yet facing these two voices, Chen Yuan’s expression showed no relief as he knelt deeply on the ground, not daring to lift his head, his arms raised high before being instantly reduced to dust by an unseen force.

One could only hear his respectful and devout voice loudly proclaim.

"I worship the compassionate Bone Father, the merciful Blood Mother!!!"