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

The Demon Ancestor was very satisfied with Lin Chen's expression.

Finally, the three parties swore an oath based on their shared beliefs, thus establishing an alliance.

The three exchanged divine tokens, and Lin Chen then rose to take his leave, bowing respectfully to the Demon Ancestor and the Dragon Ancestor: "Seniors, I shall take my leave now to consolidate the forces of those space pirates and the Anti-God Alliance."

The Dragon Ancestor said in a gruff voice, "Go. I will also discuss with the clan elders to prepare for battle at any time."

Lin Chen said no more, raised his hand to tear open a spatial rift, stepped in, and disappeared into the Heavenly Demon Palace.

In the void, Lin Chen did not return directly to the asteroid belt, but instead took out the divine tablet and contacted Barton.

"Master!" Barton's voice came quickly, as respectful as ever.

Lin Chen cut to the chase: "Next, I want you to focus all your efforts on developing your own people within the Divine Race."

Barton said excitedly, "Master, rest assured, I have already selected quite a few candidates during this period, and we are just waiting for your spirit crystals."

Lin Chen nodded: "I'll send you the spirit crystals in a bit. Also, notify me immediately if there's any important news."

"Understood!"

After the communication ended, Lin Chen took out five hundred mid-level life spirit crystals from his spatial storage and transmitted them to Barton via the divine tablet.

After doing all this, Lin Chen raised his hand and tore open a spatial rift, flying towards the Garia star system.

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Gallia galaxy, red rock star.

Qiming gave Lin Chen a token, instructing him to come here whenever he had time to find the leader of the Anti-God Alliance—the Prophet.

At that time, he did not know whether the other party was friend or foe, and he dared not come.

Now that he has reached the tenth level, there is no reason for him to hesitate any longer.

He decided to meet this mysterious figure, firstly to see who the prophet was, and secondly to assess the other party's strength.

Soon, Lin Chen followed the secret location Qi Ming had mentioned and found a secluded courtyard on Crimson Rock Star.

As soon as he reached the door, the tightly closed door opened automatically, and a young girl stepped out gracefully.

"Please come in, young master. My master has been waiting for you for quite some time."

Lin Chen nodded, not surprised that the other party had predicted his arrival.

Stepping through the threshold, the courtyard is quiet and secluded, paved with bluestone, and several unnamed ancient trees cast dappled shadows in the corner of the courtyard.

There were no superfluous decorations; it was so simple it was almost shabby, yet it exuded an indescribable tranquility.

The girl led him across the courtyard, pushed open the door to the main hall, and stepped aside to let him pass.

The hall was dimly lit. A person dressed in a white robe stood with his back to him by the window, seemingly gazing at the sky outside.

He was tall and slender, with no energy fluctuations around him; ordinary people would only mistake him for a weak scholar of some race.

But Lin Chen could sense that this person was definitely not simple, and that his current appearance was definitely not his original one.

"You've finally arrived." The woman in white turned around, revealing an ordinary face, like any middle-aged woman you could see anywhere.

Only those eyes, as deep as the starry sky, seemed to see through everything.

Lin Chen cupped his hands in greeting: "Senior Prophet, I am Lin Chen, and I apologize for my presumptuous visit."

The prophet smiled slightly and gestured for him to sit down: "No need for formalities. I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Lin Chen took his seat as a guest, and the young woman brought him tea before quietly leaving. Only the two of them remained in the hall.

The prophet picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said unhurriedly, "You've arrived a little later than I expected. You should have been able to come when Qiming gave you the token."

Lin Chen frankly said, "At that time, I was not strong enough and did not know whether you were friend or foe, so I dared not come rashly."

The prophet put down his teacup and looked at him with interest: "So, do you now think I'm friend or foe?"

Lin Chen shook his head: "I dared not draw any conclusions before meeting the senior. Even now that I have met him, I still cannot be completely certain."

The prophet chuckled and shook his head: "You are quite frank. Very well, I invited you here not to test you, but to see what kind of seed from the frontier has grown into."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow slightly: "So, how are you feeling now, senior?"

The prophet looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, but a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "It's even better than I imagined. Not only did you survive, but you've also reached this level."

To be honest, in my predictions back then, you were just one possibility. The universe is too vast, and there are too many variables; my predictions were not foolproof.

Lin Chen picked up his teacup and took a sip: "So, senior, you're gambling?"

The prophet shook his head: "It's not a gamble, it's waiting, waiting for a variable to appear. Your arrival means I've won the gamble."

She paused, then changed the subject: "I know you've come to form an alliance, but don't think that you can rest easy after forming one. The foundation of the gods can't be shaken in a day or two; the gods are far more powerful than you imagine."

Lin Chen put down his teacup, his gaze calm: "I know, but I also know the saying that a thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole."

The prophet raised an eyebrow slightly: "A thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by an ant hole? A fine analogy."

After a moment of silence, the prophet slowly said, "In fact, the gods are not a monolithic entity, and the ideologies among the progenitors are not unified."

Lin Chen immediately listened attentively.

She stood up, walked to the window, and turned her back to Lin Chen: "Some advocate continuing the oppression, believing that all races are only fit to be slaves; others advocate restraint, believing that excessive exploitation will only lead to backlash. And a minority, who opposed this method of rule from the beginning, have simply been suppressed."

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat: "When you said 'a minority,' you mean...?"

The prophet turned around and waved his hand: "These things cannot be discussed now. You only need to remember that the Protoss are not a monolithic entity. If an opportunity arises in the future, it's better to let them fall into chaos on their own than to confront them head-on."

Lin Chen seemed lost in thought and didn't press the matter.

The prophet returned to his seat, sat down again, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said calmly, "The Anti-God Alliance will hold a conference in a month, at which time representatives from all sides will be present. I hope you can come, as an ally, to meet with them."

Lin Chen nodded: "I will definitely be there."

The prophet stood up and gestured for him to leave: "That's all for today, I won't keep you any longer. Lingxi will be waiting for you outside. If you need anything, just tell her."

The prophet had given him the order to leave, so Lin Chen had to put many questions aside for the time being. He stood up, cupped his hands in farewell, and took his leave.

Stepping out of the room, Lingxi, the young girl, was already standing at the door.

"Young master, please follow me." Lingxi stepped aside to lead the way.

Lin Chen followed behind her, stepping onto the alley paved with bluestone slabs on Chiyan Star.

As dusk fell, the distant mountains appeared and disappeared in the twilight, and the entire planet was immersed in a tranquil and mysterious atmosphere.

"Lingxi, how long have you been following the prophet?" Lin Chen asked casually.

Lingxi thought for a moment and said softly, "It's been a long time. So long that I can't even remember exactly how many years."

Lin Chen glanced at her. The girl looked no more than twenty years old, but her eyes revealed a composure and world-weariness beyond her years.

He didn't ask any more questions, but silently followed her forward.

After passing through several alleys, we arrived at a secluded house.

Lingxi pushed open the door and turned around, saying, "Young Master, this is the accommodation arranged for you by the master. If there is no urgent matter, I will take you to meet the other leaders of the alliance in a month."

Lin Chen nodded and walked into the courtyard.

The courtyard was small, but it was clean and tidy. Several green bamboos swayed by the wall, and the moonlight shone down, casting dappled shadows on the bamboo.

He pushed open the door to the main room, where hot tea and toiletries had already been prepared.

Lin Chen put away the divine tablet, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes in deep thought. The prophet's words echoed repeatedly in his mind: "The divine race is not a monolithic entity."

This reminded him of what the Protoss prisoners and Qiming had mentioned before: the Protoss's progenitor's "wrath" and "silence."

Could that erased history be related to the ideological differences among our ancestors?