Mythical Era My Evolution Into A Celestial Beast Chapter 653

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Suddenly, Chen Chu lowered his voice. “Lord Jingtai, it’s been a few days. Any movement from their side?”

True Immortal Jingtai shook his head. “None. The Divine Regions of the demon cults are all under surveillance, but we have yet to detect any significant blood sacrifice fluctuations.”

“The Purgatory Clan didn’t take the bait?” Chen Chu raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

The middle-aged True Immortal, dressed in golden armor, mused. “They’ve likely become more cautious after suffering repeated losses. They must have sensed something.”

After being ambushed two or three times and losing several demon kings, the Purgatory Clan would be utterly foolish not to react. Although the ambush on Augusta and the other two demon kings had been partly coincidental, it had still struck a devastating blow.

Since the Purgatory Clan hadn’t fallen for the trap this time, Chen Chu wouldn’t waste any more time waiting. “Lord Jingtai, Lord Tianque, I have already sensed the opportunity for my breakthrough. I will be returning to the Expansion Division for seclusion. I’ll be setting aside affairs here for now.”

There was another part of Chen Chu’s plan—if the Purgatory Clan refused to take the bait, he would assume his role as commander of the Jingtai Immortal Region’s Celestial Guards and, alongside five kings of the human’s Divine Regions, launch a full-scale purge against the entire Demon Cult Alliance.

That meant utterly eradicating the Giant, Shadow, Eternal, and Demon God Cults—humanity’s primary enemies—to stabilize the region’s power balance.

Breaking through? True Immortal Jingtai and True Immortal Tianque exchanged glances, their eyes filled with astonishment. Chen Chu’s records clearly stated that he had only been cultivating for one year.

Reaching the mythical level in one year—what kind of monster is this?

Swoosh!

Later, a dark red, menacing fighter jet streaked across the sky, tearing through the clouds. Inside the aircraft’s living quarters, Chen Chu, An Fuqing, and Li Hao sat at a side table, sipping on beverages.

As for the more advanced cultivators—Hong Zhen, Chen Shuang, and Xia Zuo—they were occupied with other missions.

As Ninth Heavenly Realm powerhouses, they had already become key forces among humanity. Once their cultivation speed stabilized, they would naturally be entrusted with greater responsibilities.

Li Hao, with his broad frame, leaned back in his chair, his tone carrying a hint of regret. “This time, my luck was pretty good. I managed to obtain an inheritance from the Blood Tyrant Clan and forcibly broke through to the Eighth Heavenly Realm.

“But this alien power system conflicts somewhat with the Heavenly Demonic Scripture from the ancient human civilization. I’ll probably need a few months to adjust and recast my true form. So, I’m planning to return to the Blue Planet for a while—take some time in seclusion to relax my spirit.”

Across from him, Chen Chu took a sip of his spirit fruit juice, a smile forming in his eyes. “Li Hao, I’m guessing your real goal is to attend the freshmen opening ceremony at school, right?”

Despite Li Hao’s seemingly steady and straightforward personality, at his core, he was still a seventeen-year-old teenager—one who relished the opportunity to show off.

“You got me.” A grin broke across Li Hao’s rugged face as he turned to An Fuqing. “Hey, An Fuqing, want to come back and join the fun?”

An Fuqing shook her head calmly. “No, I’m staying. I plan to go into seclusion and focus on cultivation. I want to break through to the Ninth Heavenly Realm, or even king level, as soon as possible.”

Showing off meant nothing to her. Right now, Chen Chu was about to break through to the king level, while she was only at the middle stage of the Eighth Heavenly Realm. She needed to catch up.

With her profound foundation, the world origins within her, and the insight she had gained from witnessing a world’s destruction, her comprehension of swordsmanship was already sufficient. Now, all she needed was time to cultivate in solitude.

“So, I guess I’m the only one going back this time.” Li Hao let out a relieved sigh, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

With Chen Chu in seclusion for his mythical-level breakthrough and An Fuqing choosing to remain, he—having reached the Eighth Heavenly Realm in just a year—would dominate Nantian Martial Arts High School.

Haha… Finally, it’s my turn to shine.

As for Xia Youhui, Lin Xue, and the other so-called geniuses, they were at most at the Sixth Realm—nothing to worry about.

The three continued discussing their cultivation experiences throughout the journey. The fighter jet, traveling at nearly ten times the speed of sound, flew for over ten hours before approaching the Thirtieth Legion’s base.

Unlike the Seventh Legion, which was built around a divine tree, the Thirtieth Legion was headquartered on a floating island ten thousand meters above the ground, spanning over a hundred kilometers. A futuristic, sci-fi-inspired city stood proudly atop it.

Under the red sunlight, as the dark red fighter jet approached, many people below turned their eyes toward the sky, excitement flashing across their faces.

“Look! A king-level fighter jet!”

“A new king is arriving at our base!”

“Uhh… Why are you all so excited? That king’s probably just passing through—not stationed here.”

Amid the curious, awed, and reverent gazes of numerous special forces soldiers and New Humans, the fighter jet was guided to the base’s central ring-shaped airport to land.

Click!

The fighter jet’s rear hatch opened, and Chen Chu, An Fuqing, and Li Hao stepped out, clad in battle armor. Three young soldiers in military uniforms were already waiting for them.

As Chen Chu and his companions descended, the three soldiers immediately saluted with utmost respect as one of them spoke. “Greetings, Lieutenant General Chen, Senior Colonel An, Senior Colonel Li. My name is Li Feng, and I’m responsible for welcoming you.”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Chen Chu followed Li Feng to meet Bright Blade King Mu Jun, while An Fuqing was escorted by another soldier to her seclusion chamber. The remaining logistics officer arranged for Li Hao’s transfer onto a transport aircraft bound for Base One, where he would return.

This was the reality of cultivators—coming and going in a rush, for time was precious.

Or rather, given the current geopolitical tensions, no one had the luxury to relax. Even the kings were either in seclusion, meditating on their breakthroughs, or stationed at crucial points, holding the frontlines.

Shortly after meeting with the Bright Blade King, Chen Chu connected via the base’s communications system with the Third Councilor of the Expansion Division. Just ten minutes later, the Primordial King, with a councilor’s authority, convened a meeting.

A dark void, created through principle power, stretched infinitely. Sixty-five stone thrones stood in this vast space, each one engraved with unique runes and pulsing with energy.

Boom!

One after another, formidable wills descended into the space, manifesting as projections atop their respective thrones. The very void trembled beneath their presence.

When the three supreme wills seated at the head descended, the void itself shuddered, emitting an ominous cracking sound, as if it could no longer withstand their overwhelming power.