Lord of the Universe

Ch.8 - Training

In a place engulfed in flames, mixed with pools of blood covering the ground, screams echoed endlessly as cries of death overlapped one another without pause.

Ferocious beasts charged forward, biting and tearing into people’s flesh, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

A young man stood at the center of it all, witnessing the brutality unfold before his eyes. He was Wang Chen. He stood there in a daze, not moving an inch from his spot.

Then something rolled to a stop at his feet. He lowered his head and saw a head without a body, its eyes wide open and bleeding, with blood pouring heavily from its nose, ears, and mouth.

Wang Chen finally reacted. He staggered backward, his breathing turning ragged. It was a girl he knew all too well.

"Xiao Yue!"

Wang Chen shouted—but suddenly, everything he saw vanished, replaced by the sight of his own hands reaching upward as if trying to grasp something.

Wang Chen gasped for air. He blinked several times before his mind finally calmed down. But the moment he remembered what had happened last, he jolted upright and looked around frantically.

"Calm down, Wang Chen. Breathe slowly and try to relax."

Wang Chen suddenly heard a familiar voice. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged man dressed in white.

"You…"

"Ling Zhizun, your master," Ling Zhizun said with a gentle smile.

Wang Chen fell silent. Countless thoughts churned violently inside his mind.

"I can see you now. Does that mean I’m already dead?" Wang Chen recalled being pierced by an energy spear and falling into the abyss.

And Qiao Yue had been taken away by that despicable woman. He still didn’t know why she had targeted Qiao Yue, going so far as to destroy Wang Tu City for her sake.

Wang Chen clenched his fists tightly. He refused to accept this. He refused to die like this.

"You’re obviously not dead yet. Feel your body carefully. Look at your hands—they’re bleeding because you’re clenching your fists too tightly."

His master’s words stunned Wang Chen. He looked at his hands and saw blood seeping from them. The pain began to register clearly. Then he looked at his chest—his clothes were torn where the spear had pierced him, yet his chest itself was completely unharmed.

If he wasn’t dead, then what had happened? He had fallen into the abyss with a spear through his chest—how could he still be alive?

"What… happened?"

"You experienced two strokes of fortune. First, the natural Rune within your body released the energy it had accumulated when you were on the brink of death, sustaining your life for as long as possible. Second, this place happens to be my inheritance ground, so I was able to use my power to assist in healing you."

That was also the reason Ling Zhizun had guided Wang Chen toward this abyss from the very beginning—because at the bottom of it lay his inheritance ground. This was where the remnants of his soul resided, allowing him to help Wang Chen.

It was also fortunate that when Wang Chen’s body fell, it was utterly shattered—his bones broken—but the Rune’s power kept him alive for as long as it could. During that time, Ling Zhizun did everything in his power to heal his disciple.

Previously, Ling Zhizun had remained silent because that woman was extremely dangerous. If she had sensed his presence, she might have discovered this place and destroyed everything.

Yes—another stroke of Wang Chen’s luck was that the woman hadn’t reduced his body to a pool of blood. If she had done so, Wang Chen would have had no chance of survival at all.

"Master, do you know why that woman targeted Xiao Yue? Xiao Yue is just an ordinary girl who can’t cultivate. Why would she want someone like her?" Wang Chen asked anxiously, still deeply worried about Qiao Yue.

"Hm… actually, the moment that girl touched the black ring, I immediately realized it. She possesses a special physique known as the Purple Sword Dimension Body."

"Purple Sword Dimension Body?" Wang Chen frowned.

"Long ago, there was a Goddess who created the Purple Sword Dimension and scattered its blessing across the universe after her death. Only women can receive this blessing. Those who do gain access to the Purple Sword Dimension, allowing them to draw sword power from that dimension for their own use. However, this physique usually doesn’t awaken immediately. It requires a special circumstance—when their emotions reach an extreme peak, the power of their body will awaken. That woman likely orchestrated everything to force Qiao Yue’s body to awaken."

"Then… what does she plan to do to Xiao Yue?" Wang Chen asked urgently.

Ling Zhizun let out a sigh before answering. "Earlier, I sensed that the woman also possesses the Purple Sword Dimension Body. Most likely, she intends to train Qiao Yue until she reaches a certain level of strength, then kill her and devour the power of her physique."

Rather than looking devastated, Wang Chen’s expression relaxed.

"Then Xiao Yue must still be alive! There’s still hope—I will definitely save her!" Wang Chen declared with unwavering determination.

He stood up and spoke firmly, his eyes burning with resolve. "Master, I want to become a powerful cultivator! Train me so I can reach the level of strength you once had at your peak!"

Wang Chen clasped his hands and bowed slightly.

"Hahaha! Now that is my disciple. You truly possess an exceptional mindset. Very well—I will ensure that you become the strongest cultivator in the entire universe!"