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Chapter 515 515: THE GOAL
Elder Qin stared at Chen Mo with open shock, fury igniting in his ancient eyes at the blatant disrespect.
Yet beneath the anger burned something far more dangerous, covetous hunger.
Chen Mo's talent and raw strength were undeniable.
Uncontrollable now, yes… but given time, Elder Qin was certain he could break the young man's will and place him firmly under his heel.
"It seems your revenge has been settled," Elder Qin declared, voice heavy with forced magnanimity.
"I will overlook your disrespect this once. Now kneel and acknowledge me as your master."
Chen Mo's gaze remained ice-cold.
"Your sect master and every single soul related to him will face destruction at my hands," he swore, staring directly at Elder Qin with pure, unfiltered hatred.
"You arrogant fool!!!" Elder Qin roared, qi erupting around him like a crimson storm.
He surged forward, activating the third step of the Nine Steps of the Scarlet Firmament.
The world blurred as he appeared before Chen Mo in an instant, hand outstretched to seize him by the throat like a hawk claiming prey.
Chen Mo stomped the ground once.
The first form of the Sevenfold Heavenly Demon Tyranny Steps, Tyrant Descent, slammed abyssal pressure downward.
The elder was caught completely off guard; his momentum shattered, legs momentarily rooted as the earth itself rebelled beneath him.
Chen Mo gripped his sword tightly, ready.
Elder Qin quickly regained his footing and dropped into a defensive stance, prepared to tank whatever strike came next.
But to his bewilderment, Chen Mo didn't attack him.
Instead, he passed straight by, blade flashing toward the necks of the two younger disciples who had descended alongside the elder.
"You—!" Elder Qin bellowed, boiling rage twisting his face as he watched the heads of his juniors tumble free.
Their bodies collapsed in twin heaps, blood pooling around them like dark mirrors.
The elder's eyes burned with murderous fury.
He had made up his mind: Chen Mo would die here, crushed completely and without mercy.
Chen Mo spared the corpses only a split-second glance before turning back to face Elder Qin, expression unchanged.
"Heaven Crimson Divine Art!" the elder roared, qi pressure exploding outward like a tidal wave of scarlet fire.
"Heaven Claw!"
His hands bloated with terrifying power, swelling until they seemed to blot out the sky itself.
Massive crimson talons formed in the air above Chen Mo, impossible to dodge, impossible to escape.
Chen Mo watched calmly, not the least bit bothered.
"Piercing Heaven," he called out, voice steady and almost bored.
The elder's eyes widened in disbelief as his ultimate technique crumbled before Chen Mo's casual counter.
The heavenly claws shattered like glass, dissolving into harmless sparks of qi that scattered on the wind.
"I will be coming for the elders," Chen Mo informed him flatly.
Before Elder Qin could regain his composure, his neck rolled across the ground.
The battle between Chen Mo and the descending higher-realm beings sent massive waves rippling across the entire cultivation realm.
Whispers turned to thunderous rumors overnight.
The Heavenly Demon Sect's name spread like wildfire, gaining more popularity and fear with every retelling.
The balance of power had shifted forever.
Years after the battle , Chen Mo chose to remain in the lower realm.
He stayed not out of sentiment, but out of cold necessity, guiding the once-fractured Demonic Cult until it could stand entirely on its own.
Sect after sect, clan after clan, bent the knee before him.
Some came willingly, drawn by tales of his unmatched power.
Others arrived broken, defeated in battle, and offered their allegiance in exchange for survival.
One by one, they joined his growing dominion.
The numbers swelled steadily. Disciples multiplied.
Territories expanded. Resources poured in.
Before long, the Demonic Cult rose unchallenged to become the supreme power across the entire realm, no rival sect could match its strength, no clan dared defy its name.
In time, Chen Mo took wives. Yu Yuelan stood as his first and principal consort.
Other women followed, beautiful, talented, devoted.
Together they bore him children, heirs who carried his blood and showed early promise of cultivation talent.
Yet none of them could fill the void inside him.
No matter how warm their embraces, no matter how sweet their laughter or how fiercely they loved him, the hollow ache remained.
Every quiet night, every stolen glance at the moon, every moment of stillness, his thoughts returned to Su Yueqing.
Her memory was a wound that refused to heal, a longing that no achievement, no family, no empire could ever satisfy.
Driven by that unrelenting emptiness, Chen Mo eventually returned to the one being who had always understood the depths of such pain.
Vault.
Vault listened in silence as Chen Mo spoke, his voice low, stripped of its usual commanding edge.
He recounted everything: the empire he had built, the wives and children, the endless victories.
And the unbearable emptiness that shadowed every triumph.
"So that's how it is, huh?" Vault muttered once Chen Mo finished, his tone soft but knowing.
"I feel lost," Chen Mo admitted, staring at the ground.
"There's nothing left for me. I don't even want to ascend to the next realm. The moment I do, I'll annihilate everyone responsible for her death… and that will be the end. My desire will die with them."
"I see." Vault studied him for a long moment. "So that's why you refuse to ascend. You fear losing all purpose once revenge is complete." A faint, almost amused smile curved his lips.
"Well, aren't you being a little too short-sighted?"
Chen Mo lifted his gaze. "What do you mean?"
"There's a reason I'm still here," Vault said quietly. "There's still a chance to revive my love."
Chen Mo's eyes narrowed. "I'm aware. But you told me yourself how untrustworthy the Mystic Brain user is."
"Of course," Vault replied with a small chuckle. "I don't want you to even consider that path. All I'm saying is this: the One Above All is omnipotent."
He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a near-whisper.
"And you, my friend… are a candidate for that throne."
Chen Mo's breath caught. "I can resurrect Su Yueqing?"
"Indeed." Vault's smile widened, calm and certain. "While the difficulty of claiming the Throne of All is greater than anything any being has ever endured—"
"That's not going to stop me," Chen Mo cut in. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his eyes blazing with renewed fire. "I will attain control over the Throne of All."
The once-hollow man, the man who had teetered on the edge of giving up entirely, felt hope ignite inside him once more.
It burned fierce and bright, hotter than any flame he had ever known.
In the days that followed, the Heavenly Demon entered closed-door cultivation for the first time in many long years.
He sealed himself away from the world, from his sect, from his family. Nothing else mattered.
Several years passed in utter isolation. When Chen Mo finally emerged, his aura had transformed.
Enlightenment had sharpened his mind and deepened his power to an unimaginable degree.
His presence alone warped the surrounding qi, making the very air tremble in reverence.
A few months later, he ascended.
In the Third Realm, he arrived like a calamity.
Sects crumbled beneath his blade. Ancient experts fell without a word.
Entire landscapes were reshaped by the sheer force of his wrathful advance.
Legends of the Heavenly Demon spread like wildfire through the realm, whispers of a man who moved like death itself, unstoppable and merciless.
Chen Mo cared for none of it.
He had only one goal burning in his chest, and he allowed nothing, not fame, not fear, not mercy, to slow him down.
He ascended again.
The Primordial Realm greeted him with silence and awe.
Here, beings of incomprehensible age watched from distant thrones as he carved his path forward.
Emotions, attachments, hesitation, they were chains he had long since severed.
His sword existed for one purpose alone.
And nothing would stand in its way.