"Enough! It’s all over now!"

Hu Yiqiu smiled lightly. "Master, I’ve already walked out of it, haven’t you yet? I really ought to thank that bastard. If not for him, how could I have met such an amazing disciple? This chance of mine to become a Saint was fought back from the jaws of death by my disciple. Look at him—my disciple’s strong, right?"

"Strong!"

Zhu Tianming nodded heavily, glanced at Jiang Chen, then curled his lips into a teasing smile and let out a deep sigh. "How come this old man of mine doesn’t have such a good disciple?"

Hu Yiqiu froze for a moment, the show-off expression on his face instantly stiffening.

Pfft!

Pu!

The crowd on the side, who hadn’t dared to cut in because Zhu Tianming was there, all failed to hold back and burst out laughing.

"Come on, Master, do you even want your face anymore? Back when you took me in as a disciple, you were already a Saint, alright?"

Hu Yiqiu shot Zhu Tianming a glare, annoyed and amused.

"Then you can help me find an opportunity to break through to Supreme, can’t you?"

Zhu Tianming said unhurriedly.

"I..."

Hu Yiqiu was choked so hard he almost couldn’t catch his breath, his face flushing bright red!

Pfft!

"Hahaha!"

"Haha..."

Everyone could no longer hold it in; a wave of loud laughter resounded through the room.

After joking around for a while, everyone returned to their own rooms to rest. Jiang Chen and the others had just come out of the Abandoned Plain and also needed to recuperate.

Back in his room, Jiang Chen laid down a warning Formation, not really to guard against anyone. Here, with Zhu Tianming and Jin Ming, two Saints, sitting in town, it was extremely safe. He set up the Formation simply to signal to anyone who wanted to come in that he was cultivating.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Jiang Chen slowly closed his eyes. In his Sea of Consciousness, that blurry Primordial Spirit’s head once again took on Jiang Chen’s face.

"Let me see just how much power this Suppression Divine Monument still has left!"

Jiang Chen murmured softly, eyes sharpening. With a wave of his hand, the Body Suppression Monument flew straight into that blood-colored liquid mass.

Swoosh!

A brilliant light emerged from within the blood-colored liquid mass, and an enormous pressure spread out. Jiang Chen’s expression changed sharply as he hurriedly activated that blood-colored liquid mass.

Swoosh!

Dazzling blood-colored radiance flared, enveloping his entire Sea of Consciousness, and a blood-colored light shield formed outside Jiang Chen’s Primordial Spirit.

"Damn, what on earth is this Suppression Divine Monument? How come even Lord Xue Kuang’s Dragon Qi can’t automatically suppress it?"

Jiang Chen exclaimed in amazement, a burning light flashing in his eyes.

Buzz buzz buzz!

After a while, the blood-colored liquid mass began to tremble. A small Stele filled with an ancient, vicissitude-laden aura flew out from within and slowly floated before Jiang Chen’s Primordial Spirit.

Doubt flickered in Jiang Chen’s eyes as he reached out and grabbed the Suppression Divine Monument.

Swish!

The scene before his eyes suddenly shifted. Jiang Chen froze, then focused—he had come to a stretch of empty void.

In that very void, not far in front of Jiang Chen, an immortal-like old man was facing off against a giant clad in pitch-black armor. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Above that old man’s head, hovering in midair, was precisely the Suppression Divine Monument.

"I didn’t expect you to actually obtain such a world-creating artifact!"

The armored giant glanced at the Stele above the old man’s head, a hint of wariness flashing through his eyes.

"Take your people and retreat. Otherwise, I’ll suppress you in this void for all eternity!"

The old man stared sharply at the armored giant.

"Hmph! Just you wait. Sooner or later, this world will become a ranch for my race!"

The armored giant snorted coldly, his figure flickering and vanishing. At the same time, large swaths of black shadows appeared from the void to the side and fled off into the distance.

Pu!

Once all the black shadows had left, the old man opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly withering.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the Suppression Divine Monument above the old man’s head suddenly split down the middle, breaking into two halves.

The old man’s heart jolted. He raised his hand and caught the two halves of the Stele, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes. "If this old man had had the time to cultivate The Tome of Dao, how could I have let that alien escape, and how could I have allowed this ancient treasure to shatter!"

Sigh!

With a soft sigh, the old man suddenly lifted his head and looked toward where Jiang Chen was, as if seeing through space and time itself to behold the present Jiang Chen:

"Little friend, your being able to merge this Suppressing Stone Stele into one is truly a fortunate thing. However, this is only the first step. Back then, I split this Suppressing Stone Stele into five parts and had them wait for fated people to come and fuse them. You’re the fifth person to arrive before this old man. Remember, only when the Suppression Divine Monument is completely unified can it exert its greatest power. Little friend, do your best!"

Swoosh!

As the old man’s words fell, a streak of flowing light shot out from the two pieces of Suppression Divine Monument in his hands, piercing straight into Jiang Chen’s body.

Jiang Chen’s heart trembled fiercely, the scene before his eyes shifting once more as his consciousness returned to his Sea of Consciousness.

At this moment, the Suppression Divine Monument was flashing with brilliant radiance. When the light faded, the characters for "Suppression" on the two front faces vanished, replaced instead by a single character—"Five"!

"So it’s the fifth Suppression Divine Monument?"

Jiang Chen caressed that "Five" character, whispering softly, "Since that’s the case, then I’ll gather them all. Anything that ends up in my hands—don’t even think about making me hand it back over!"

He lifted his head and glanced at the blood-colored liquid mass. With a flick of his hand, the Suppression Divine Monument flew toward that blood-colored liquid mass.

Buzz!

The blood-colored liquid mass quivered slightly, once again absorbing the Suppression Divine Monument. This time, the Suppression Divine Monument no longer rejected the blood-colored liquid mass.

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, already knowing this would be the result. The beam of light the old man had shot into Jiang Chen earlier was the method to control the Suppression Divine Monument. Only after receiving that beam could he truly command this Suppression Divine Monument.

And in the very moment he gained control of the Suppression Divine Monument, he also came to understand the Divine Stele’s current power.

"It really is badly damaged. Luckily, it can still be repaired!"

Jiang Chen chuckled softly, then arched his brows, his gaze turning deep. "If you all want to come and rob me, then I’ll just wait for you to deliver your Steles to my door!"

Once he’d fully taken control of the Divine Stele, a faint sense arose in Jiang Chen’s heart. He could feel, at some unknowable, distant place, four scattered auras—that was the presence of the other four Soul Suppressing Divine Steles.

Jiang Chen knew that the moment he sensed the other four Suppression Divine Monuments, their holders had definitely sensed him as well. Everyone wanted to merge the Suppression Divine Monuments into one—now it all depended on each person’s ability!

Was that armored giant the leader of the Extraterritorial Alien Race?

Who was that old man fighting him? He split the Suppression Divine Monument into five parts—what about The Tome of Dao? Was that split into five parts as well? And why did the armored giant say this Suppression Divine Monument was a world-creating artifact?

Thinking of the image branded within the Suppression Divine Monument just now, several questions popped up in Jiang Chen’s mind. But clearly, right now, there was no one who could answer them for him!