Rise to God with Life Skill Professions

Chapter 939: Chapter 737: Aftermath

As soon as these words left his mouth, the scene fell into silence, and a heavy atmosphere kept spreading through the air.

As that oppressive mood diffused, Marshal Liu and the others standing atop the city wall narrowed their eyes slightly.

The old man glanced at Marshal Liu, and after receiving his nod of approval, slowly took a step forward.

He stood on the city gate, meeting Ding Chen’s gaze below, utterly without fear.

The old man’s expression was as calm as still water, as if he had already made up his mind.

After a brief moment of silence, the old man finally said slowly, "Ding Chen, your worlds were also destroyed by the Heavenly Demons back then. In truth, between you and the Heavenly Demons there should be hatred deeper than the sea, so why are you now helping the Heavenly Demons, turning against us?"

When these words fell, Ding Chen was the first to shake his head.

"You don’t understand. You have no idea how terrifying those Heavenly Demons are. Yes, you’re right, we are indeed helping the murderers who once slaughtered our families, but we have no choice."

"Only in this way can we preserve the root of our world, keep that root from being destroyed. Of course, you can despise us, but everything we are doing is merely for the sake of staying alive."

At this moment, he did not conceal anything, directly voicing what was in his heart.

And it wasn’t just him; the other Cultivators also fell into silence, clearly acknowledging what Ding Chen had said.

After these words, the old man grit his teeth and said, "We understand what you’re thinking, but the Savior is here now, isn’t he? We can completely follow behind the Savior, gather all our strength together, and strike at that group of Heavenly Demons."

"We can take our revenge, we can fight a great battle to our hearts’ content, we can even personally sever the heads of those Heavenly Demons. Why not? Why must you oppose the Savior?"

"What good does it do you? Everything we’re doing right now is nothing more than slaughtering each other."

Even as he spoke these words, the old man’s heart was filled with complexity.

He said these things because he did not want to go to war with Ding Chen and his people, but at the same time, they carried a portion of his true thoughts.

After all, they too wanted to slay the Heavenly Demons and avenge the hatred of the past, but that hatred did not come from these other shattered worlds that shared the same misfortune with them.

If this battle could be avoided, then they would avoid it; if there was truly no way out, then they could only stake their lives in a desperate fight.

And this approach of his was in fact a decision made only after long discussions with Marshal Liu.

Only in this way could everything be laid bare before the fighting started.

Ding Chen shook his head and said, "I know your persuasion is reasonable, but killing the Heavenly Demons—that’s such a ridiculous idea."

"Enough, save your breath. From the look of you, you clearly don’t intend to submit. This is you forcing my hand, and it’s the fate you’ve chosen for yourselves."

When the people on Ding Chen’s side heard this, it was no different from hearing the funniest joke in the world.

They had entered the Celestial Demon World ahead of time and knew that more than ten Heavenly Demons had already died at Qin An’s hands, but so what?

Those dead Heavenly Demons were merely the weak ones; the truly powerful Heavenly Demons are absolutely not beings that can be slain so easily.

Thus, not only did they have no faith in the Savior, they even felt that everything this old man was doing was sheer fantasy, the rash choice of someone whose blood had run hot and decided to help the Savior on impulse.

Ding Chen no longer wanted to say another word. He slowly raised his left hand, and in his palm a needle as fine as a strand of hair appeared.

The needle was jet-black, glossy like ink, with almost its entire length drawn into his palm.

And when this needle emerged, everyone felt their Divine Soul power abruptly shudder, as if there were some kind of vortex upon that needle, trying to draw them all into it.

The instant the old man saw this needle, his pupils shrank slightly. He turned to Marshal Liu and lowered his voice to the utmost: "Marshal Liu, things just got difficult. That is the supreme treasure of the Divine Soul World, the Soul-Stabilizing Divine Needle."

"Judging by its appearance it’s only a projection, but even so it can still unleash the treasure’s full power. Next, we may be in for a bloodbath."

Marshal Liu furrowed his brows. He did not speak, listening patiently.

Once the old man finished explaining the effects of the Soul-Stabilizing Divine Needle, the heaviness in Marshal Liu’s eyes grew even deeper.

He suddenly turned his head to the Cultivators beside him and instructed, "Everyone must be extremely careful. Besides fighting them, our goal is to preserve ourselves as much as possible. When Mr. Qin arrives, we’ll see if he has a way to deal with this."

Everyone nodded in unison, indicating their agreement.

Just then, Ding Chen raised his hand and flung the Soul-Stabilizing Divine Needle.

The instant the Soul-Stabilizing Divine Needle was thrown, it froze in midair.

Then, the Soul-Stabilizing Divine Needle began to split apart rapidly.

As the needle split, waves of powerful, terrifying energy continuously spread outward.

Ding Chen pointed with his raised hand, silently chanting a phrase in his heart.

After that, the Soul-Stabilizing Divine Needles that had split off actually changed direction and surged toward their own group.

As the Soul-Stabilizing Divine Needles kept sinking into each Cultivator’s body, the Cultivators from the original worlds all had their cultivation raised by a small level.

The already terrifying aura became even more fearsome in that instant, as if thousands upon thousands of heavy mountains were bearing down on them.

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