Chapter 153: The Arrival
Chapter 153: The Arrival
“Be your subordinate? Who do you think you are!”
Bai Song’s temper flared instantly. Three years ago, he’d fought Chen Fei over Rule Objects, neither gaining the upper hand. Now this rival suddenly appeared on his turf demanding submission. Chen Fei’s arrogant attitude rubbed Bai Song completely wrong.
“Come here!”
Bai Song shook his broken bowl.
“I can’t resist directly, but there’s another way.”
Chen Fei, sitting high on his throne, suddenly froze. His body tried to rise instinctively before being restrained by another force. A pitch-black key materialized, locking his body in place.
This key was Chen Fei’s second Level 1 Rule Object collected over the years – the Invisible Chains. When facing other Rule Objects’ power, the iron key’s rules activated, freezing the target completely. This paralysis ignored time and space. Once locked, one’s life, thoughts, and movements entered absolute stasis. The chains would persist until the invading rules disappeared, granting a twisted form of immortality.
The conflicting rules created instant chaos.
Like a program stuck in death loop, the begging rule demanded continuation while Chen Fei remained immobilized. After brief system conflict, the world compromised – a burst of energy tore from Chen Fei, tossing coins into Bai Song’s bowl.
With this transaction complete, the rules canceled out.
As the foreign rule’s influence faded, the iron key’s chains dissolved. Chen Fei’s mind cleared.
“Same old tricks after three years?” Triggering the key drained Chen Fei’s patience. He rose from his throne, distorted energy rippling around him like liquid.
Superpower!
But this defied normal parameters. Visible energy distortions warped the air, incomprehensible to ordinary people.
Hiding in Jiang Yue City since the Divine Decree incident, Chen Fei let subordinates like Count of Metal handle Three Great Churches’ assaults. He’d hoarded energy in shadows, endlessly boosting himself through his golden finger until the interface grayed out. Only then did he emerge from Shadow Demon Association.
“I don’t even recognize my own strength now.”
Chen Fei clenched his fist. Space cracked like glass where his fingers met. Even his turtle-shell Rule Object began fracturing under the pressure.
Power overriding rules!
“How much energy has he stockpiled?”
Bai Song’s alarm spiked. This felt less like human ability and more like confronting a living Rule Object.
“Leaking energy suggests… ten thousand taboo-level ability users’ worth?”
Ding Le paled at his own calculation. Estimating opponents was basic for Immortal Cultivators – Master Jie Ming’s teachings included.
“Normally, this requires two millennia of accumulation.”
Reaching taboo-level needed more than effort – it demanded rare chances and time. Wu Li’s rapid ascension came from Zuo Meng’s unconventional training. As for Ding Le? Jie Ming and Zuo Meng’s covert tutelage explained his growth. Without their restraint, this chubby youth could’ve built divine kingdoms or ascended already.
“Chen Fei?”
From storm clouds, rescued Wu Qiuyue stared at her savior.
The same face, yet…
Everything changed.
“Hurt?”
Chen Fei turned with mechanical concern. He’d monitored Wu Qiuyue for years. As Shadow Demon Association leader’s woman, its Seven Giants ensured her comfort – why Jiang Yue City’s guardians thrived despite church conflicts.
“You’ve grown stronger.”
Bitterness tinged Wu Qiuyue’s voice. She remembered their hospital meeting years ago.
That Chen Fei seemed ordinary.
She never knew that “Chen Fei” was some schemer’s disguise.
“Wait. I’ll finish here.”
Avoiding her comment, Chen Fei focused on Ding Le and Bai Song below.
“Beggar’s desperate now.”
Ding Le couldn’t retreat – space itself felt locked. Chen Fei’s energy readings broke normal parameters, like glitched data. No human should live 2000 years to accumulate this.
“Who’s a beggar? Fatty, where’s your manners?”
Bai Song produced trinkets from his sleeve – all Rule Objects. Two Level 1, others Level 2. Level 3? Beneath his collection standards.
Outside the apartment building, skies darkened. After endless fruitless prayers, divine energy finally stirred. The Will of the Gods descended.
“My Lord.”
The aged servant prostrated. Three Great Bishops bowed.
All deities deserved reverence.
Chants materialized into glowing script, rising to star realm. Guided by this power, divine will located its anchor. A golden eye manifested in the void.
The kneeling servant convulsed. His gray robes bleached white as divine presence overwrote him.
When he stood, he’d become another being entirely.
“Corruption’s stench.”
No longer servant but Divine Avatar, the unknown main god’s incarnation gazed toward the apartment building.
“Your will commands us.”
Three Great Bishops pressed foreheads to ground. All followers followed suit. The Divine Avatar ignored them, focus locked on the building.