Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Then, Lin Chen flew towards the celestial body suspended above Antarctica.

As before, he was forced to stop when he was still tens of thousands of meters away from the celestial body.

He stared at the celestial body for a long time, his eyes solemn, and slowly loosened his clenched fist.

Zi Ling gently rubbed her little head against his cheek: "Master, don't rush. Only a little over a year has passed, we still have time."

Lin Chen exhaled a breath of stale air and reached out to pat Zi Ling's head.

Zi Ling narrowed her eyes, rubbed her palm against his, and continued, "Besides, you still have me to help you. Li Ya, Su Yun, and those other mistresses are also helping you. We've also taken in so many subordinates and raised so many soldiers. Take your time, there's no rush."

Lin Chen nodded vigorously, extinguishing the thought of giving up in his mind: "You're right. Only a little over a year has passed, we still have a chance!"

He looked up again and gazed deeply at the dark gray celestial body.

Lin Chen's gaze was much calmer than before, without resentment or anger, only a sense of certainty.

He turned around and flew towards Blue Star without looking back.

The atmosphere tore apart beneath him, and scorching air currents carried him through the clouds.

As he descended to a low enough altitude, the outline of the Antarctic continent flashed past beneath his feet.

The land, which had been tightly covered by ice for hundreds of millions of years, is now completely exposed, with gray-black rocks, crisscrossing rifts, and occasionally a few pools of melting ice water reflecting the hazy white light of the sky.

The extreme cold has ended, but the extreme heat has turned Antarctica into a barren wasteland.

Lin Chen didn't go down to check; he didn't want to waste time.

He changed course and flew towards the European continent, needing to first eliminate those lackeys of the gods.

The saying "To repel external aggression, one must first pacify internal strife" is timeless.

The gods are still on their way, but their apostles have already taken root on Earth. The longer they stay, the faster the gods will descend.

As evening fell, Lin Chen landed on a coastline somewhere in Europe.

The sun had already sunk below the horizon, leaving only a dark red afterglow on the horizon. The sea breeze carried the stench of rotting seaweed and dead fish.

Lin Chen didn't know where he was, so he had no choice but to walk towards a town not far away.

The streets were blocked by gravel and abandoned vehicles, and the letters on the road signs were long since blurred.

Lin Chen stepped onto the main street, his footsteps making a crisp sound as he walked on the broken glass.

He slowed down, his gaze sweeping over the ruins on both sides, trying to find any survivors to ask about the situation here.

"Celine! Look, I found a piece of bread!"

"Oh, Lucas, you're amazing!"

A young girl's voice came from around the corner ahead, filled with barely suppressed joy.

Lin Chen's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed the sound.

Turning a corner, he saw two thin figures, a man and a woman.

The boy was only sixteen or seventeen years old, disheveled, holding a dark piece of bread in his hand, his eyes shining with excitement.

The girl was slightly younger, with sunken cheeks and deep-set eyes, but she was staring at the bread with tears glistening in her eyes.

Lin Chen strolled over.

Hearing footsteps, the two turned around abruptly and saw a strange Eastern man standing in front of them, turning pale with fright.

The boy grabbed the girl's hand and ran away.

Lin Chen was taken aback, then chuckled and shook his head. In a flash, he appeared in front of the path the two had taken to escape.

The two lost their footing and crashed headfirst into him, the impact sending them tumbling to the ground and sprawling into a heap.

"Please, let us go!" The boy shielded the girl behind him, his voice trembling. "The bread is yours! We don't want anything!"

He thought Lin Chen had come to steal the food.

Lin Chen waved his hand, his tone calm: "I'm just here to ask for directions, not to rob you."

The boy stared at him wide-eyed, bewildered.

The girl hid behind the boy, peeking out half her head, and timidly asked a question that Lin Chen couldn't understand.

Lin Chen frowned, took out a translation headset from his spatial storage, tossed it to the boy, and gestured for him to put it on.

The boy hurriedly caught it, hesitated for a moment, and then put it on.

Lin Chen went straight to the point: "Where is this?"

"Moor Town." The boy's voice was still trembling, but he was much calmer than before.

Lin Chen frowned; he had never heard of this name before.

"What country?"

Seeing him frown, the boy trembled in fright and quickly added, "Gallic Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen raised an eyebrow. Anna had previously told him that the psychic abilities practitioners in Europe were Gauls.

He pressed further, "How do I get to Paris?"

"More than 700 kilometers to the north."

Lin Chen nodded, took out several bags of food and water from his spatial storage and tossed them to the two of them, then reached out and took back the translation headset.

Thanks.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot and sped south.

The two stood there, holding their food, stunned, for a long time before they came to their senses.

The boy gazed at the empty night sky and murmured, "He...flew away?"

The girl didn't answer; she just hugged the bag of cookies tightly and burst into tears.

After leaving the town, Lin Chen headed north.

Just over ten minutes later, Parish's iconic Eiffel Tower came into view.

Before the apocalypse, it was a romantic symbol that countless people longed for. Now, it is rusted and crooked, like a withered bone stuck in the ruins.

The scene inside the city was much more lively than in the suburbs.

Countless survivors left their hiding places under the cover of night, wandering through the streets and ruins.

Without the scorching sun during the day, the nighttime temperature is barely bearable.

While dealing with sporadic zombie harassment, they searched for food in various shopping malls and shops.

Lin Chen landed at an intersection and quickly located a seven-person search team not far away.

He strolled over, making no attempt to conceal himself.

The seven men were overturning an overturned truck when they saw a stranger with an Asian face approaching. They were startled at first, but then their eyes lit up.

This person was well-dressed and clean; in this apocalyptic world, he was a prime target.

The burly man in the lead gave a signal, and the seven men spread out, surrounding Lin Chen in the middle.

Without saying a word, the burly man raised his hand and unleashed a burst of fire energy at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen's lips curled slightly. He didn't even bother to dodge, casually unleashing a few bolts of lightning that precisely struck everyone except the leader.

Six screams rang out almost simultaneously, then abruptly stopped.

Six clumps of black ash were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt roasted meat.

Before the burly man could even unleash the second ball of flame he had condensed in his hand, he froze.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees, his crotch soaked with sweat.

"Don't kill me... I was wrong... I didn't recognize your greatness..." he kept begging for mercy, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

Lin Chen frowned, covered his nose, took out a pair of translation earphones from his spatial storage, and tossed them to the big man, gesturing for him to put them on.

The big man hurriedly caught it and shakily put it on his ear.

"Where is the divine messenger in the city?" Lin Chen asked.

The burly man made a hissing sound in his throat, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "In...in the Church of Mary."

"What location?"

"Downtown...along the Seine..."

Lin Chen nodded and reached out to take the translation earpiece from his ear.

The burly man thought the man was going to let him go, and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, sir... thank you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning struck. The burly man's body turned to ash and fell beside his six companions, lifeless.

Lin Chen didn't give it another glance; his figure flashed and disappeared into the night.