Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains.
A deathly silence hung over the land.
Huo Zhenshan gripped the military communicator that had completely lost its signal. He stood there like a clay statue drained of its soul.
Qin Fuhai’s desperate roar still seemed to echo in his ears.
“Over ten trillion units of qi and blood…”
“A Demon God Armament that increases combat power tenfold…”
“Over ten trillion…”
Huo Zhenshan muttered to himself, his voice dry and hoarse.
The limit of a Martial Emperor was one hundred billion units of qi and blood.
But the qi and blood of the Demon God that had descended from the Abyss amounted to over ten trillion! Ten times that of a Martial Emperor!
And that Demon God Armament could provide another tenfold increase in combat power!
Ten times ten.
A hundredfold!
In other words, the Abyssal Demon God that had descended at the northern border possessed an actual burst of combat power equivalent to a full one hundred trillion units of qi and blood!
One hundred trillion!!!
It was an astronomical figure capable of plunging the human race into utter despair, a number so overwhelming that it could extinguish even the thought of resistance.
Huo Zhenshan’s entire body trembled violently.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Su Yu beside him.
He admitted that Su Yu was an unparalleled monster who had shattered every conventional rule.
At eighteen years old, without even using his qi and blood, he had killed an enraged Demon Emperor with two thrusts of his spear.
That battle record was a legend without precedent or successor in the entire history of the human race.
But…
What had descended this time was not a Demon Emperor!
It was a Demon God with a terrifying combat power of one hundred trillion!
“Su Yu…”
Huo Zhenshan swallowed, his mouth filled with the taste of blood, and his eyes turned red.
“Did you hear that?”
“One hundred trillion in combat power…”
“That’s something no human can possibly stand against!”
Huo Zhenshan grabbed Su Yu by the arm, his fingernails digging into Su Yu’s clothes.
“Run!”
“Qin Fuhai was right!”
“You’re the last hope of the human race. As long as you survive, humanity still has a chance to turn the tables!”
“I’ll escort you out right now! Run as far away as you can!”
Faced with Huo Zhenshan’s near-frantic urging, Su Yu remained rooted to the spot.
There was not the slightest trace of panic or despair in his deep eyes.
Instead, they held a hint of calm deliberation.
“One hundred trillion…”
Su Yu silently calculated in his mind.
Earlier, in the training room of the freshman dormitory, he had spent one hundred trillion years of cultivation to complete the fourth extreme compression of his qi and blood.
In doing so, he had condensed a drop of Origin Blood.
The quality contained within that single drop was precisely equivalent to one hundred trillion units of qi and blood!
In other words, if they were only comparing basic combat power, his current single drop of Origin Blood should be evenly matched with the Abyssal Demon God wearing the Demon God Armament.
They were on equal footing.
“An even match…”
Su Yu slightly furrowed his brow.
For an ordinary martial artist, being able to fight a Demon God to a draw would be an unparalleled honor worth boasting about for generations.
But for Su Yu…
It was not enough.
Far from enough!
A battle between evenly matched opponents meant variables.
It meant the risk of injury.
What if that Demon God had some hidden trump card?
What if it knew how to burn its origin and use a desperate forbidden technique similar to Heavenly Demon Disintegration?
If they really fought, even if Su Yu could win, he might still end up battered and bruised. He could even risk losing.
That was not the kind of battle he wanted.
What he wanted was overwhelming superiority!
A crushing attack from an entirely higher dimension!
Su Yu slowly turned his head and looked at Huo Zhenshan’s anxious face.
He took a deep breath.
He decided it was time to stop pretending.
With his current strength, there was no person or force in the entire world capable of threatening him.
Keeping his abilities hidden would only slow down the rate at which he could acquire resources.
“Old Huo.”
Su Yu calmly spoke, interrupting Huo Zhenshan’s endless stream of urging.
“I’m not planning to run.”
Huo Zhenshan grew frantic.
“Are you insane?! That thing has one hundred trillion in combat power! What are you going to use against it?!”
“The money you just mentioned.”
Su Yu met Huo Zhenshan’s eyes directly. His tone carried an unquestionable certainty.
“I possess a legacy.”
“An extremely ancient and extraordinarily unique legacy.”
Su Yu did not directly reveal the existence of the system. Instead, he used an explanation that Huo Zhenshan could understand.
“This legacy doesn’t require prolonged seclusion, nor does it require sudden enlightenment.”
“It only needs one thing.”
“Resources.”
“Or, to put it more bluntly, money.”
Su Yu looked at Huo Zhenshan, a trace of longing igniting deep within his eyes.
“As long as there’s enough money…”
“I can instantly convert it into real, tangible combat power.”
“So…”
Su Yu paused.
“Does the military have money?”
“Give me some money, and I can beat that so-called Demon God to death on the spot!”
Silence.
The dense forest of the Ten Thousand Mountains once again fell into a deathly silence.
Huo Zhenshan stared blankly at Su Yu.
His mind briefly seized up.
Give him money?
And money would let him beat a Demon God with one hundred trillion in combat power to death?!
What kind of absurd nonsense was this?!
Did Su Yu think he was shopping for cabbages at a market? Pay the money and take the goods?!
“Su Yu, at a time like this, how can you still joke around…”
Huo Zhenshan instinctively wanted to object.
But then…
When he saw Su Yu’s deep, composed eyes, which held not the slightest trace of humor, Huo Zhenshan’s words suddenly stuck in his throat.
His mind replayed everything he knew about Su Yu.
When Su Yu had first entered the academy, he had accepted Chen Feng’s life-and-death challenge without hesitation for the sake of money.
At the underground auction, Su Yu had even dared to put a Demon Saint-grade magic core up for sale because he needed money.
Just now, at the banknote printing factory, when he heard that they could print five hundred trillion a day, Su Yu’s eyes had shone with an almost frightening intensity.
And then there was…
Su Yu’s terrifying rate of advancement, one that completely defied common sense, as though he had been launched into the sky on a rocket!
In just a few days, he had gone from a Martial Spirit to instantly killing a Demon Emperor!
None of this could be explained by conventional martial arts theory.
But what if…
What if the legacy Su Yu spoke of, the legacy that allowed him to grow stronger by throwing money at it, was real?!
Huo Zhenshan’s entire body shook violently.
His scalp instantly went numb!
If it was real, then the Great Xia Kingdom truly had hope!
“You…”
Huo Zhenshan stared at Su Yu, breathing rapidly.
“You’re serious?!”
“As long as there’s money, you can really grow stronger without limit?!”
“Even if your opponent is a Demon God with one hundred trillion units of qi and blood?!”
“Yes.”
Su Yu looked into Huo Zhenshan’s eyes, his tone calm.
There was no impassioned declaration.
No solemn vow.
Only two utterly ordinary words.
Yet to the ears of this Nation-Guarding Martial Saint in his eighties, they sounded like thunder exploding from the highest heavens!
Huo Zhenshan’s entire body shook violently. In those cloudy old eyes, a brilliance unlike anything before suddenly erupted.
He stared fixedly at the eighteen-year-old boy before him.
Reason told him that this was absurd beyond belief.
Could money really buy combat power?
Could money really erase the terrifying gulf between him and a Demon God with one hundred trillion units of qi and blood?
It violated every principle the martial world had accepted over the past ten thousand years.
But…
As he looked into Su Yu’s deep eyes, eyes that seemed capable of swallowing all the stars in existence, Huo Zhenshan found an unquestioning trust rising uncontrollably within his heart.
Had this young man not already broken enough rules since entering the academy?
A Martial Spirit had defied and slain a Demon Saint!
Without using his qi and blood, he had killed a Demon Emperor!
He himself was a living miracle!
Since conventional methods had already proven useless, there was only one option left: stake the fate of the entire human race on this miracle!
“Fine!”
Huo Zhenshan clenched his teeth, the muscles in his face twitching with barely contained excitement.
“Just you wait!”
He turned around and snatched up the military communicator in his hand.
His fingers trembling, he pressed the highest-level red emergency hotline of the Great Xia Kingdom.
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
