this infinite world

"finished?"

Seeing the pale golden words appearing on the newspaper in front of Chu Xuan, the thread of cause and effect shrank back into the void like the ebb tide; and the Conferred God List also trembled with satisfaction, as if a beast licked its claws after a full meal. Zheng Zha said thoughtfully: "It seems to be much louder than the last time... It shouldn't be my illusion, right?"

Chu Xuan nodded and replied: "Well, because the essence of 'Saint' is much higher than 'Immortal', I used a lot of cause and effect points this time, so the movement will naturally be bigger."

After saying that, the slave owner of the Zhongzhou team who killed people and refined souls raised his right hand again, and immediately the wisp of true spirit of Jianqi that had just been listed was lifted out by him like a little chicken without any resistance. And the junior saint who was just trying to threaten Chu Xuan was now only filled with horror and disbelief: "What on earth did you do to me...!"

——Has this part of my true spirit really been grasped and refined in an instant?
Although Jianqi couldn't believe that such a thing existed in the world, the thread of cause and effect that was tightly wrapped around his true spirit, the extremely close connection between it and the half piece of tattered newspaper, and his current form of existence could only mean one thing... Now he has really become a prisoner of these members of the reincarnation team, and the kind that will never be reborn!

"After the Conferred God Execution is completed, the next step is to completely refine it and make it work for me."

Chu Xuan used one hand to put the bloody and lifeless corpse of the Transformation Master into the space bag: "With the addition of this incarnation of the original Celestial Court Immortal, we will have another trump card of fifth-level combat power."

"I remember it took you quite a long time to refine the non-face last time. How long will it take this time?" Zheng Zha asked, scratching his head.

"Since I have more karma points than before, I think it won't take long."

As he spoke, Chu Xuan glanced at Feimian, who was clearly talking about his own affairs but seemed to be oblivious. Meanwhile, this former celestial being was staring at Jianqi's true spirit and laughing strangely, as if he had been expecting this for a long time.

"No problem, my Lord, I will definitely give him a good 'entertainment'!"

As if sensing Chu Xuan's emotionless gaze, Feimian suddenly felt a chill all over his body. Then, the now-advanced Niu Ma No. 1 understood the meaning of the song and patted his chest to guarantee, "I must make him recognize his situation in the shortest possible time... If he refuses to accept, I will beat him until he accepts!"

"Well, that's up to you."

Not to mention the behavior of the first traitor to surrender, killing innocent people... and seemingly innocent newcomers, Chu Xuan responded calmly, and then turned his attention to Zheng Zha again. After thinking for a moment, the young man took out a snake-shaped mark with a blue glow from his arms: "By the way, this is the essence of the holy way that I extracted when I just refined this part of the true spirit of Jianqi. Do you want to try to comprehend and learn it?"

"Forget it. Not to mention that this thing is obviously incompatible with my personality, and I don't need this kind of thing right now. You should keep it for others to see."

Looking at the ball of holy essence that seemed to be flowing all the time, Zheng Zha did not hesitate for a second and waved his hand to refuse, "Such a weak holy essence will not yield any good results even if it is comprehended... These so-called 'Four Chaos Gods' are far inferior to the real immortal saints in the prehistoric heaven. It is no exaggeration to say that they are just child's play."

As he spoke, Zheng Zha looked at Jianqi's true spirit that was completely captured by the Conferred God List, and sighed from the bottom of his heart, as if reflecting the gradual decline of the entire myriad races and their replacement by the human race: "I used to have high hopes for the myriad races of the prehistoric world... But seeing how you look now, I can probably understand why the myriad races were defeated by the prehistoric heaven, and ultimately became losers in the long river of history."

"……you!"

Surprisingly, even though his life and death depended on others, after hearing Zheng Zha's unpleasant truth, Jianqi's true spirit actually showed an extremely angry expression. It should be known that the struggle between races has always been a life-and-death struggle. Although the prehistoric races are a collection of 10,000 or more races, not just one race, after the two emperors of Dongtian unified the prehistoric world, they established the concept of "race" for them.

Even before Donghuang Taiyi secretly infiltrated the human race, he had made a desperate plan and used his great magical powers to unite the fate of all the races in the prehistoric world. And the man who inherited Donghuang's legacy, raised the banner of resistance against the Heavenly Court after the death of the two, and who still commands the remaining races today, will definitely not sit idly by...!
As expected, in the next moment, the essence of the Holy Dao in Chu Xuan's hand suddenly twisted and condensed, and a voice came out from it -

"It is only natural that the winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit."

The voice was huge and distant, and contained an indescribable chill: "But if you insult my race, I will not turn a deaf ear to it." "...Hmm?"

Not only was Zheng Zha startled by what he had not expected, but even Chu Xuan frowned instantly and quickly grasped the half of the newspaper in front of him. But when he saw the handwriting displayed on the Conferred God List, his expression calmed down: "It doesn't matter, it's just like the automatic monitoring mechanism in the Harry Potter world, when others call Voldemort's real name, it will be sensed."

"Since we can capture a trace of Tzeentch's true spirit through cause and effect, then the hidden person behind this can naturally also trace back through the connection between cause and effect... However, this is at best just an information exchange mechanism, and there is no backup plan."

"Yes, that's right. Not to mention that my real body is now infinitely far away from your plane. If I make any move, I'm afraid the Four Symbols, Five Elements and Eight Diagrams Array will fall on my head in the next second."

Just as Chu Xuan said, the voice became smaller with each word it spoke: "Although it is because of the 'Promised Time' caused by you, the members of the Samsara Team, that we, the myriad races of the prehistoric world, have the opportunity to take the stage again; but this is not a reason for you to humiliate us, the myriad races, at will..."

"Wait, who are you?"

Seeing that the voice was getting smaller and smaller, but still saying some crooked nonsense, Zheng Zha couldn't help but interrupt: "If you keep pretending like this, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to recognize you next time I meet you. By then, even if I punch you into two small pancakes, it will be no fun..."

When Zheng Zha said this, the scene suddenly fell into a strange silence, and then -

"Hahaha...good!"

Suddenly, the voice burst into laughter: "Very good, no one has dared to speak to me like this for many years... so remember it!"

"I am the Ice Emperor!"

"One day, we will meet each other..."

After a few short words, the holy essence in Chu Xuan's hand had returned to its original state, leaving only the cold feeling. Looking at Zheng Zha who had just taken the initiative to provoke him, Chu Xuan asked calmly: "Do you have anything to say?"

"Nothing, I just feel that this multiverse is really vast. I still have a long way to go."

Zheng Zha laughed, not taking the harsh words left by the Ice Emperor to heart, but he suddenly mentioned another thing: "I remember that in the final battle, Yang Yun should have achieved a high-level saint, right?"

"Yes." Seeing Zheng Zha's high-spirited look, Chu Xuan pushed his glasses and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Well, first we need to set a small goal... How about becoming a saint?"

Zheng Zha glanced at Jianqi's true spirit and chuckled. The man clenched his fist with one hand, and suddenly a sense of creation rose from him, full of ambition: "At least, before Yang Yun comes back--"

"We can't be any weaker than he was before we left." (End of this chapter)