The moment Su Chen saw the Primordial Emperor's face inside the vision, his entire soul trembled violently.
Because the man seated upon the golden throne…
Was identical to him.
Not merely similar.
The same face.
The same eyes.
The same cold aura that seemed capable of suppressing the heavens themselves.
Only older.
Far older.
And infinitely more terrifying.
The burning worlds around the throne continued collapsing while billions of corpses covered the endless battlefield beneath it. Heavenly gods, ancient beasts, Sovereigns, and countless unknown races all lay dead around the throne like discarded insects.
Yet the Primordial Emperor remained seated calmly amidst the destruction.
Then—
The Emperor smiled faintly.
"You finally noticed."
BOOM.
The vision shattered instantly.
Reality returned violently.
Su Chen staggered backward as golden blood spilled from his lips again. The synchronization within his body became increasingly unstable while fragments of ancient memories continued flooding into his mind uncontrollably.
Lin Yanyan immediately held onto him tightly.
Her usually cold expression had completely disappeared now.
"Su Chen."
Her voice carried genuine panic for the first time.
But Su Chen barely heard her.
Because the Primordial Emperor's final words still echoed inside his mind repeatedly.
You finally noticed.
Not discovered.
Not learned.
Not awakened.
Noticed.
As if the truth had always been there waiting for him.
Above the shattered heavens, the battle between the Pavilion Master and the heavenly king continued tearing apart the sky itself. Moonlight and heavenly lightning collided endlessly while space collapsed layer after layer around them.
BOOM.
The heavenly king was blasted backward through several warships before stabilizing himself again.
Blood dripped from his mouth.
His expression had become ugly beyond belief.
Because despite being a peak King Realm cultivator—
He was being completely suppressed.
The Pavilion Master floated silently amidst endless moonlight while her silver eyes remained emotionless.
"You came into the lower realm personally."
Her voice echoed softly.
"And still believed you could win?"
The heavenly king roared furiously while heavenly runes erupted around his body.
"This world belongs to heaven!"
Moonlight flickered faintly around the Pavilion Master.
"That sentence…"
A dangerous smile slowly appeared on her face.
"…sounds exactly like the last generation before they died."
BOOM.
She disappeared instantly.
The next moment—
Her palm struck directly against the heavenly king's chest.
CRACK.
His ribs shattered instantly.
The heavenly king vomited blood violently while crashing through space itself before stopping thousands of meters away.
The heavenly armies below descended into panic immediately.
Their commander was losing badly.
Meanwhile beneath the battlefield, Yue Qingzhi slowly walked toward Su Chen while silver moonlight surrounded her body protectively.
Her silver eyes narrowed slightly after observing him closely.
"The synchronization reached critical levels."
Xu Mingshan frowned.
"What exactly is happening to him?"
Yue Qingzhi became silent briefly.
Then answered softly.
"The Primordial inheritance isn't simply power."
Her gaze remained fixed on Su Chen.
"It's memory."
The atmosphere instantly became quieter.
Yan Ruoxue crossed her arms slowly.
"What does that mean?"
Yue Qingzhi hesitated again.
Almost like even she wasn't certain whether speaking the truth was dangerous.
Then finally—
"The Ancient Court emperors were never chosen randomly."
Lin Yanyan's eyes sharpened immediately.
"What are you saying?"
Silver moonlight drifted quietly around Yue Qingzhi's body.
"The throne only accepts one bloodline."
Silence crashed across the rooftop.
Xu Mingshan's face changed instantly.
Yan Ruoxue's playful expression disappeared completely.
And Lin Yanyan's grip around Su Chen tightened slightly.
Bloodline.
The implication behind that word was terrifying.
Su Chen slowly lifted his head despite the instability spreading through his body.
Golden light flickered faintly within his eyes again.
"You're saying…"
His voice sounded colder than usual now.
"…the Primordial Emperor and I are related."
Yue Qingzhi stared at him silently.
Then answered quietly.
"No."
A pause.
"You are him."
BOOM.
The world inside Su Chen's mind exploded.
Ancient memories surged violently like collapsing oceans while countless fragmented scenes flashed through his consciousness uncontrollably.
The golden throne.
The Heaven Slaughter Sword.
The burning heavens.
A war spanning countless realms.
And finally—
A lone emperor standing above endless corpses while holding a shattered heaven in his hand.
The Primordial Emperor.
Himself.
"No…"
Xu Mingshan stepped backward instinctively.
"That's impossible."
Even Yan Ruoxue looked shaken now.
Reincarnation?
No—
Something far worse.
Yue Qingzhi continued softly.
"The Primordial Emperor never truly died during the ancient war."
Her silver eyes remained calm despite the horrifying revelation.
"When the Ancient Court fell, he split his soul across reincarnation cycles to escape heaven's destruction."
Lin Yanyan's breathing became slightly uneven.
"And Su Chen…"
"He's the final reincarnation."
Silence.
Even the distant heavenly armies seemed quieter now.
Because the truth itself felt too heavy.
Su Chen remained motionless while countless ancient memories continued surfacing within his mind. Most were fragmented.
Broken.
Incomplete.
But one emotion remained painfully clear throughout all of them.
Rage.
Not human anger.
Ancient hatred toward heaven itself.
The synchronization voice suddenly echoed again.
Final memory seal destabilizing.
Warning.
Ego synchronization approaching irreversible stage.
Golden cracks spread further beneath Su Chen's skin instantly.
His aura became colder.
Sharper.
More distant.
Lin Yanyan immediately stepped directly in front of him.
Her eyes locked onto his.
"Look at me."
Su Chen's golden eyes flickered slightly.
The coldness within them paused briefly.
Lin Yanyan grabbed his face firmly with both hands.
"I don't care who you were before."
Her voice trembled faintly despite her calm appearance.
"Emperor or monster or whatever ancient thing they keep talking about."
A pause.
"But right now…"
Her eyes remained fixed only on him.
"…you're Su Chen."
Silence.
Then suddenly—
The violent golden energy around Su Chen weakened slightly.
The synchronization slowed.
Yue Qingzhi's silver eyes widened faintly.
Impossible.
Even ancient mental seals shouldn't affect Primordial synchronization once it crossed ninety-nine percent.
Yet Lin Yanyan's words actually stabilized him slightly.
Above the battlefield, the Pavilion Master noticed instantly.
And for the first time—
Real surprise appeared within her ancient silver eyes.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Then suddenly—
BOOM.
The heavens exploded again.
Everyone looked upward instantly.
The silver-haired heavenly king was retreating rapidly now while blood covered his armor completely.
But behind him—
Another heavenly gate had opened.
Larger than all previous gates combined.
Ancient golden chains extended from within the gate endlessly while terrifying pressure descended upon the mortal world.
A new presence was arriving.
And the moment that aura appeared—
Even the Pavilion Master's expression changed slightly.
The heavenly king laughed hoarsely despite his injuries.
"You're too late."
He pointed toward the enormous heavenly gate.
"The first Executor has arrived."
Silence crashed across the battlefield.
Because every ancient cultivator understood what that title meant.
Executor.
The personal enforcers of heaven.
The beings responsible for destroying the Ancient Court during the primordial war.
And now—
One was descending personally into the mortal world.