The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 3402 If I had known this would happen, why bother with all that effort!
Lin Chen never expected that the Celestial Race would be structured like this!
The gods are high above, and each god completely controls a Great Dao. They can create many Great Dao Spirits and distribute them to suitable cultivators, allowing them to use their own Great Dao Spirits to become saints, and thus become their believers and followers.

The spirit of the Great Dao is not only the key to advancing to sainthood, but also a means for the gods to select believers and followers.

The man replied, "Yes, this often happens. However, the strength of the saints varies, as does their level of favor. The combat power of the divine projection summoned by the divine descent technique will also vary."

"Battles between the projections of the gods occur from time to time, but there are too many external factors. We cannot judge which god is superior or inferior based on the outcome of the battle. Of course, there are definitely differences in the strength of the gods, but this is a matter between the gods and has nothing to do with the Quasi-Saints and Saints."

Lin Chen pressed further, "Then what is the relationship between these gods? They all seem to belong to different factions, making harmony seem difficult."

"Yes, there's no way to harmonize it!"

Since the man had already surrendered and spoken, and this place was isolated from the world, he had no psychological burden whatsoever, and poured out his heart like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

"The gods each have their own territory and govern their own affairs. Some gods are even irreconcilable, which leads to tensions between their followers, and conflicts and battles may break out at any time."

Lin Chen muttered to himself, "Wherever there are people, there is conflict; wherever there are people, there is strife. Even the Celestial Race, as the rulers of the universe, cannot escape this law."

How many gods are there in the Celestial Race?

The man replied, "So far, the Celestial Race has a total of seventeen Celestials."

Lin Chen suddenly remembered the Lord of the Abyss hiding in the black hole, and asked, "I know that the Celestial Race once had a Celestial God who committed a grave error and was ultimately destroyed in his true form, his soul permanently imprisoned. However, due to an unexpected event, this Celestial God's soul escaped..."

The man looked at Lin Chen in surprise: "You mean the God of Creation? He has the powerful ability to devour life force and create new life force from it. He is currently number one on the list of Gods. How do you know about him?"

Lin Chen replied, "After he escaped, he hid in a black hole in the universe, created a place called the Abyss, and created a race called the Abyss Demons. They roamed the entire universe, destroying and devouring all the races they encountered, and constantly strengthening themselves."

"He recently led the Abyss Demons to attack our world, but we found a way to counter them and temporarily halted their attack. He appeared in our world in his true form and injured several of our saints, but then fled beforehand for fear of being captured by you..."

The man's eyes widened: "Do you know where the Abyss is? If you can provide that information, you can make a great contribution and receive a huge reward."

Lin Chen shook his head: "I don't know. I asked his subordinates, and they didn't know either."

The man looked disappointed: "That's a real pity. If we could catch him, that would be a great achievement."

Lin Chen thought for a moment: "If I tell the Celestial Clan this news, will they be willing to help us? Perhaps we can find a way to lure his true form down. Then the Celestial Clan can take action and maybe we can capture him." The man smiled bitterly: "I don't know. I am just an insignificant Quasi-Saint. What I just said is only what has already happened and exists. I have no way of answering you about things that have not happened yet."

Lin Chen nodded, not too disappointed.

He had already heard clearly that in the world of the Celestial Race, there were countless Quasi-Saints. Although their strength was not bad, their status was just so-so, and they had no way of getting in touch with anything core.

"Alright, let's put the matter of the Lord of the Abyss aside for now and get back to the Celestial Race. Let's talk about the situation of the Celestial Race trial participants this time. How many people came? Who are the people worth paying attention to? And where exactly is the Great Dao Spirit that you are looking for?"

The man replied, "The Spirits of the Great Dao are located in the Trial Grounds at the center of the Star Sea. There aren't many of them, probably only a few, no more than ten. But there are at least five hundred of us who have come in for the trials this time."

At this point, the man gave a bitter smile: "The Celestial Race has no shortage of Quasi-Saints, so our entry here is actually more of a trial of slaughter. I never expected to obtain the Spirit of the Great Dao. I joined forces with the other two long ago, just to rob others here and capture you from the Lower World."

"The five hundred people participating in this trial are all elites selected from various sects and schools, all for the purpose of competing for the Spirit of the Great Dao. If they can become saints, it is equivalent to becoming believers of the gods and being able to cast divine descent spells, which is equivalent to greatly increasing their own power."

"Among these five hundred people, there are a few who deserve special attention. They are all monstrous talents of the last hundred years: Jin Yuan of Linghai Sect, Huo Ling Shuang of Tianhe Sect, Tuoba Peng of Jiugui Sect, and Ning Hesheng of Qiyun Sect. All four of them are very powerful and are the pride among the Quasi-Saints. They have terrifying strength that can basically crush other Quasi-Saints."

Lin Chen silently memorized these names, then casually asked, "Is there a big difference in strength among you Quasi-Saints?"

The man replied, "It's worlds apart. Cultivators are affected by differences in talent, resources, techniques, and other aspects, which means that although they are all constantly improving their realm, the upper and lower limits of these realms are widening. Up to the Quasi-Saint realm, the difference in strength between a peak Quasi-Saint and a bottom Quasi-Saint is like heaven and earth, completely incomparable."

"A peak Quasi-Saint could easily defeat ten Quasi-Saints, even if they were all Quasi-Saints. Although they are all Quasi-Saints, they are simply incomparable..."

Lin Chen asked, "And what about you? Where does your strength rank among the Quasi-Saints?"

The man replied, "Above average. If you randomly ranked a hundred Quasi-Saints, I'd estimate around 20th or 30th, roughly. Actually, I wouldn't have gotten in here based on my abilities alone, but I pulled some strings..."

At this point, the man's face turned somewhat bitter.

Damn it, why bother with all that effort in the first place?

If you can't get in, you can't get in. Why be so unwilling to accept it and go around looking for connections and favors? In the end, you finally got on the list and into this group, only to encounter this killing god and end up in this situation.
Regret!
Lin Chen roughly guessed what he was thinking and teased, "You've really mastered the art of cultivating relationships, but you've practically dug yourself into a hole."

The man had a long face; who could argue with that?
Isn't this like an old man hanging himself, tired of living?
(End of this chapter)