Chapter 243

Ling Chen was like a solitary wanderer, constantly traversing the endless expanse of the Myriad Realms. To him, time had long since lost its original meaning. The memories that were once so familiar, the roads he had traveled, and the true mission he had shouldered—all were gradually fading into oblivion amidst these relentless, unending battles. He had already slain over a hundred Deities. Sometimes, several Deities would inhabit the same Great Realm; in the previous one, for instance, there had been three Forbidden Gods. Ling Chen had paid a heavy price to kill them all. Every time he channeled greater divine energy, it was like walking along the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of an abyss from which there was no return. His body suffered immense strain, nearly collapsing several times, like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering into pieces. He could have chosen to go home, to return to that familiar and warm place, and stop thinking about becoming a Deity. But if he could not even cross this threshold of trial, then the resolve with which he had embarked on this journey would have lost its purpose.