this infinite world

——The heart is clouded by the sense of disaster.

When he was held in the palm of the big hand that came from within the world, with his life and death in the hands of others, Tzeentch, who was inside this incarnation, understood.

Things in this world are full of risks and opportunities. There is no such thing as pie in the sky. Unless one is born with a natural upbringing, has a deep foundation, is born with strange phenomena, or even has an innate spiritual treasure, all the gifts given by fate have been secretly marked with a price.

You have to lose as much as you gain. This is the most common equivalent exchange in the world. And in the multiverse, over countless years, no one knows how many people have lost their lives on it. You know, the birth of every innate spiritual treasure is accompanied by countless corpses behind it...

"I am really blind... A treasure like the 'Lord God' is incomparable to even the innate spiritual treasures. How can a mere junior saint like me peek at it? I am afraid that from the moment I learned about the existence of the 'Lord God', my mind was bewildered by the calamity and I did so many stupid things..."

“However, there is always a way out. Since I was able to wake up at the last moment and didn’t die on the spot, it proves that I still have a corresponding role to play for these members of the Samsara team... There are fifty great ways and forty-nine heavenly evolutions. I still have a glimmer of hope!”

"...I see. They killed those three idiots who rashly stepped into this plane, but I was the only one left."

In just a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through Tzeentch's mind while he was held in his hand. When he spoke again, the panic and fear in his tone were gone, leaving only the calmness of a wise man: "It seems that your target from the beginning was me."

"About the same. After all, compared to the other three, your strength is relatively weaker."

At some point, Zheng Zha had passed through the subspace crack, and his true body appeared outside the world. The man looked down at the Transformed Xuanjun, who was held in his palm like a miniature figurine, and shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't stop the three of them from self-destructing, so I can only kill them."

For Zheng Zha now, if he only pursues "defeating" the enemy, then it is simply a piece of cake. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is easy. After all, in the final battle, he was able to first defeat the old saint of the prehistoric heaven, the Central World Buddha Vishnu, and then beat the famous Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Yang Jian to his knees; even if the four gods of chaos joined forces, I am afraid that the victory or defeat between them and Yang Jian would be only 60-40 at most, not to mention that Zheng Zha now has made great progress.

But there is often a huge difference between "defeat" and "killing", and there is a huge difference between "killing" and "capturing".

"I see. It seems that my caution has become the cause of my failure... I thought that since I was not in my true body, I would be safe. But I never thought that you would have such a method that even my consciousness in this incarnation could not escape."

After hearing Zheng Zha's explanation, although he was unable to move, Xuanjun still sighed humanely: "Then, state the conditions."

"...What conditions?" Hearing this, Zheng Zha scratched his head in confusion: "Are we about to enter the negotiation stage?"

"Of course, I admit defeat. This time I admit defeat."

Facing Zheng Zha's puzzled eyes, Tzeentch, who was transformed into Xuanjun... no, the Chaos Evil God behind him, spoke calmly: "Although I don't know what method you used to isolate this part of my consciousness in the incarnation and even cut off my main body, we are all smart people, so we should use smart methods."

"Perhaps you think that you can gain a lot by capturing my incarnation alive; but I can guarantee that what you can gain from this incarnation is definitely not as much as what I give you."

"Then what can you give us?"

Before Zheng Zha could speak, Chu Xuan on the other side spoke first: "Listen to your conditions first."

"Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh, where their true forms reside."

Hearing Chu Xuan's question, Jianqi did not hesitate at all, and immediately sold out his three "brothers and sisters": "Unlike me, they came here in their true bodies. After their death, their vitality must have been greatly damaged. It is not impossible for them to fall into a deep sleep for tens of millions of years... and as long as I give you the coordinates of their hiding place, then you can easily obtain the inheritance of the three primary saints, or even their sainthood!"

Three is greater than one, it must be said that this is a very cost-effective deal. In order to strengthen the persuasiveness of his words, Lord Xuan of Transformation immediately raised his right hand, and a simple stream of information floated in the direction of Chu Xuan: "In order to ensure the completion of the transaction, I can first give you the coordinates of Slaanesh's body." "He has the least experience among our four Chaos Gods, and he is probably in a deep sleep at this time. So if you act immediately, you can verify my sincerity..."

Hearing this, Chu Xuan closed his eyes slightly and accepted the information sent by the Transformation Master. After he used the List of Conferred Gods to verify that the coordinates were correct and indeed pointed to the location of Slaanesh's true body, the young man nodded first, then shook his head: "Not enough."

"From now on, I will stay away from any place where the members of the Samsara Squad pass by."

Hearing this, Lord Xuan immediately said, "I know myself well. The Lord God is not an existence I can seek. From now on, I will keep this secret completely to myself and will not reveal it to anyone."

"How can I trust you?"

"I can take a saint's oath."

The Transformation Master said calmly, "If that doesn't work, I can still swear on the multiverse."

"It's still not enough." Chu Xuan continued to shake his head.

Xuanjun was also very happy and said immediately: "I can hand over all the cultivation knowledge I have mastered and the legion of fallen cultivators I brought this time to you."

"Still not enough."

"In addition, I can also pass on my insights into becoming a saint and my understanding of the four elements to you."

The reaction of the Lord of Transformation was very fast. Every time Chu Xuan shook his head, he would raise the stakes again. But no matter what he said, Chu Xuan just kept shaking his head, like a glutton who was never satisfied... Finally, after offering seventeen or eighteen exchange conditions, the Lord of Transformation, who always felt like he was being fooled, finally frowned and said, "Sir, are you teasing me?"

"Uh, Zhan Lan..."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zheng Zha felt something was wrong and couldn't help but ask quietly in the mind link: "Do you feel that everything in front of you seems to have a sense of déjà vu?"

"What do you mean by déjà vu?" After hearing Zheng Zha's question, Zhan Lan asked with some amusement, "Could it be that it matches some famous scenes in your memory?"

"Well, you're right."

Recalling some novels he had used to kill time in his spare time, Zheng Zha said thoughtfully: "If I am not mistaken, Chu Xuan's next sentence should be..."

"It's not for entertainment, but to buy your life. Nothing is enough."

Under the gloomy gaze of the Transformation Master, Chu Xuan pushed up his glasses and said calmly: "Because, as long as I can completely refine you..."

"Everything you have will naturally belong to me." (End of this chapter)