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

Soon, the meeting ended, and the leaders dispersed.

Lin Chen followed the prophet back to her villa.

After the guests and hosts were seated in the living room, the Prophet spoke first, his tone calm: "Are you disappointed with the Alliance's strength?"

Lin Chen nodded, making no attempt to hide his feelings.

The prophet was not surprised and sighed slightly: "It's normal for you to think this way. The gods have been dominant for billions of years, and all other races have long been suffocated by their oppression. Apart from the demons and dragons, who still have a sliver of power to resist, the other races are indeed no match for the gods."

She paused, then continued, "Many races are dissatisfied and want to rebel, but they are intimidated by the majesty of the gods and dare not even entertain the slightest thought."

Lin Chen frowned slightly: "I wonder what you're trying to say, senior?"

The prophet looked up at him, his gaze calm yet profound: "I would like to ask Mr. Lin to openly raise the banner of rebellion against the gods, so that all races may see hope. If we can win a few more battles, we can show everyone that the gods are not invincible."

Lin Chen did not answer immediately, seemingly considering his answer.

Seeing that Lin Chen remained silent, the prophet continued, "You are strong enough and have no worries, making you the most capable of stirring up trouble and boosting the morale of all races."

Lin Chen was silent for a moment: "Senior, have you considered that once I raise the banner of rebellion against the gods, all the gods' firepower will be focused on me alone? At that time, I won't even have a chance to catch my breath."

The prophet sighed softly: "I know. But you possess the Dao Fruit of Space; if you can't win, you can run. I've observed you for a long time; you never fight a battle you're not confident of winning. Besides..."

She curled her lips slightly: "You've already raided dozens of strongholds of the gods, and you possess multiple laws. Their attention has long been focused on you. Whether you raise your banner or not, the gods won't let you go."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow: "Senior, you mean, since we're already being watched, why not just make a big scene?"

The prophet did not deny it: "That's right. The bigger the commotion you cause, the more attention you'll attract from the gods. The other races will also see that the gods are not invincible. I will use your name to secretly unite the forces of all sides. By the time the gods realize what's happening, the die will be cast."

Lin Chen remained silent for a moment.

His words clearly put him on the line, using this "righteous cause" to push him forward.

But he couldn't refute it, because it was indeed a viable path. It just felt like he was doing all the work for someone else's benefit.

But he quickly thought of his "root-digging" plan and made a decision immediately.

Since we're going to fight, let's fight it our own way. He can't control how the prophet turns people against his cause, but he can decide how to deal with the places he conquers.

Having made up his mind, Lin Chen looked up at the prophet and nodded decisively, "Alright, let's do as you say, senior. But..." He changed the subject, "What benefits will I get?"

The prophet raised an eyebrow: "What do you want?"

Lin Chen sighed, his tone as serious as if he were stating a matter of life and death: "Senior, you may not know, but I come from the remote corners of the universe and am extremely poor."

There's a large family to support, and they'll need to contribute to the upcoming operations. But they lack both resources and cultivation techniques, making their progress extremely slow.

Even if I win many battles, I can't carry the whole army if I'm just a commander without any troops.

The prophet's lips twitched; he clearly hadn't expected the sudden change in tone, with the prophet now earnestly lamenting his poverty.

Lin Chen acted as if he hadn't seen anything and continued, "Equipment, cultivation supplies, pills, martial arts techniques... if you have any surplus here, senior, feel free to share some with me. I won't take it for nothing; I'll return tenfold any I steal from the Divine Race strongholds in the future."

The prophet was silent for a moment, looking at his self-righteous appearance, and couldn't help but chuckle: "You certainly know how to pick your moments to speak."

She stood up, walked to the wall, took out a spatial ring from a hidden compartment, placed it on the table, and pushed it over: "Inside are three thousand sets of rune armor, five thousand weapons, a batch of healing pills, and three cultivation techniques, all of which I collected from various races and then refined. Although they are not top-tier, they are sufficient for my needs."

Lin Chen took the ring, probed it with his spiritual power, and after a quick scan, he looked up and said with a bitter expression, "Senior, I have 200,000 people in my family waiting to be fed. Three thousand sets of armor aren't even enough to fill a tooth gap. Don't be so stingy."

The prophet's eye twitched slightly, and he asked suspiciously, "Two hundred thousand people?"

"Of course." Lin Chen's eyes were sincere. Although there were not 200,000 people on Creation Island, there were 120,000 people in total. Shouldn't he take more as a backup?

The prophet looked at him for a long time, seemingly assessing the truthfulness of his words.

After a long while, she took out a ring from her sleeve: "Here are cultivation resources and equipment for 200,000 people."

Lin Chen accepted the second ring, probed it with his spiritual power, and immediately beamed with joy: "Senior, you're so generous! But could you perhaps give me a few more of these cultivation techniques...?"

The prophet laughed angrily: "Three are not enough? These techniques are universal across races, and the effort required to deduce one is no less than what you would spend fighting a battle."

Lin Chen's gaze was sincere: "I know you've worked hard, senior, so I won't take it for nothing. I'll give you 10% of the supplies we acquire in the future. Consider it a return on your investment."

When the prophet heard the words "one percent", he raised an eyebrow slightly and gave him a scrutinizing look, as if he was calculating whether the deal was worthwhile.

After a moment, she relented: "I can give you two more cultivation techniques. That's my bottom line."

After saying that, he took out two crystals from his spatial ring and handed them over.

Lin Chen clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, senior!"

He carefully packed all his belongings, stood up, and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer, senior. Wait for my good news."

The prophet, seeing his smug expression, was both amused and annoyed, and waved his hand, saying, "Go."

Lin Chen said no more, turned around, pushed open the door, and left, his laden with spoils. In a few flashes, he had disappeared into the night sky of Crimson Rock Star.

Arriving at a deserted spot in the void, he casually summoned the Little Fish, pointed to a remote Protoss stronghold as a cover, and then, with a flicker, landed in the center of the plaza on Creation Island.

"Girls, come out and collect your supplies!" Lin Chen clapped his hands, his voice carrying across the room.

In a short while, Li Ya, Su Yun, the twin sisters, Liu Feifei, Liang Siqi and others emerged from their seclusion and rushed over, followed by many team members.

Seeing Lin Chen's entourage, their eyes were filled with both curiosity and anticipation.

Lin Chen didn't keep anyone in suspense. With a wave of his hand, he released all the supplies he had brought back from the prophet.

Over two hundred thousand sets of rune armor, hundreds of thousands of weapons, and mountains of pills and cultivation manuals were piled up in the square, forming a heavy little mountain.

Everyone was stunned.

Li Ya stepped forward, patted the texture of the armor, turned to look at Lin Chen, and couldn't help but laugh: "Whose house did you empty out this time?"

Lin Chen laughed heartily, put his arm around Li Ya's slender waist, and explained the origin of these supplies.

The women beamed with joy upon hearing this.

With the help of Zi Ling's time acceleration, everyone has now reached the eighth rank.

With the help of high-level life spirit crystals, core members like Li Ya and Su Yun have comprehended their own laws and reached the ninth level.

When Xiaoyu arrives at the Protoss stronghold, it will be time for these girls to fight.