Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

Chapter 399: Chapter 259: Future Generations_1

“Huff Huff!!”

The wind whistled, and snow fluttered down.

In the desolate wilderness, a figure hurried through the forest.

It was…

“Ugh—Puh!!!”

The frantic footsteps suddenly halted, an injured body trembled, and ultimately unable to suppress it, a large mouthful of bright red blood was spat out.

It was Chen Pojun.

His armor was shattered, half of his flesh burnt black as charcoal, the blood he spat onto the ground boiled like lava, causing the grass and trees to wither and ashes to rise from the flames, an indication of how severe his injuries were.

Thunder itself is not poisonous, but the Thunder-fire True Flame had burrowed deep into his flesh, which was just as fatal to a human body. If it weren’t for his profound Cultivation and overwhelming strength just barely suppressing his injuries, he would have collapsed and died on the spot by then.

Even so, his severely injured body could hardly hold up, and he no longer possessed the power to fly through the air.

Despite the severity of his injuries, he dared not stop and forced his body to rush through the wilderness.

He couldn’t stop, he dared not stop!

This time, someone had spread the news that the Tian Wu Remnants had been wiped out again, and that the survivors, carrying three treasures—the Mysterious Crystal Ice Coffin, the Holy King’s Relic, and the corpse body—had fled to a location in the northwest. This drew people from the Martial World like sharks to blood, all wanting to seize these three rare treasures.

Iron Heart Fortress was not the first, nor would it be the last.

Therefore, he dared not linger, for if those pursuers didn’t kill him, other powers and various forces would become the death of him.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, flee, flee, flee!

At that moment…

“Big brother!”

A startled cry rang out as a man flew in, coming face to face with Chen Pojun, his expression one of extreme worry: “How has it come to this?”

“Third brother… Ugh!”

Seeing that it was his own kin, Chen Pojun finally let out a sigh of relief, opened his mouth to speak, but unexpectedly spat out another mouthful of blood, causing the other’s face to change dramatically as he hurriedly helped him sit down and began healing him with true essence.

Time passed in this way, unbeknownst for how long.

“Heh…”

Chen Pojun opened his eyes to see an encirclement of iron-armored soldiers before him, and sitting before them all, as dignified as if astride a large horse carrying a golden saber, was a middle-aged man adorned with Mysterious Iron Divine Weapons, exuding a cold, murderous intent.

It was his eldest brother, the current master of Iron Heart Fortress, a Grandmaster on the Heaven List, a powerhouse of the Divine Bridge—Seven Massacre Chen Feihu!

“Big brother!”

Seeing his eldest brother, his third brother, and the thirty-six Heaven Gang Divine Soldiers surrounding them, Chen Pojun felt a sense of relief wash over him.

But his expression quickly soured as he struggled to speak, “I’m incompetent, Pojun has failed the mission, unable to retrieve the Holy King’s Relic and furthermore lost seventy-two Earth Sha Divine Soldiers. Please punish me, master of the fortress!”

“Hmm!?”

Upon hearing this, Chen Feihu’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, but he did not get angry. Instead, he simply asked, “What happened?”

“He has come back to life!”

Fear once again flashed in Chen Pojun’s eyes and he spoke with difficulty, his words filled with bitterness, “The Heaven Martial Emperor, he has revived!”

“What!?”

This revelation left both Seven Massacre Chen Feihu and Greedy Wolf Chen Lianzhen astonished.

Knowing their feelings, Chen Pojun still insisted firmly, “The Heaven Martial Emperor, he has come back to life!”

“…”

“…”

Upon hearing this, both fell silent.

Moments later, Chen Feihu finally said gravely, “This is impossible!”

Although he trusted his younger brother, such a notion was incredibly far-fetched and astonishing. He, too, found it difficult to accept such a claim all at once.

The inquisitive Chen Lianzhen chimed in, “Could it not be a puppetry trick, seizing control of his corpse body?”

“Puppetry?”

“Control of his corpse body?”

Chen Pojun let out a bitter chuckle, “What kind of puppetry can control a corpse body to inflict such damage upon me?”

“That…”

Chen Lianzhen’s eyebrows knit tighter: “Then perhaps it is a Divine Bridge soul snatching!”

“I had thought the same at first.”

“But…”

Chen Pojun shook his head firmly and said, “That Heaven Martial physical body has been still for ten thousand years, having died of natural causes. Which Grandmaster on the Heaven List would choose it for soul snatching, and even the Tian Wu Remnants, in their wildest dreams, could not possess such battle strength in such short notice.”

“He must be Heaven Martial, beyond doubt!”

“Only the revived Heaven Martial would be capable of such feats!”

“Unthinkable, beyond comprehension, that is the Heaven Martial Emperor!”

With a deep sigh, his voice laden with bitter dread.

“This…”

Hearing this analysis, even the tactically astute Greedy Wolf Chen Lianzhen felt at a loss and could only look towards Chen Feihu.

Chen Feihu’s brow was deeply furrowed, yet he did not rush to judgement and instead asked, “What happened?”

Chen Pojun nodded, then recounted the events: “Earlier, I pursued with the Earth Sha Divine Soldiers to an old temple…”

Soon, he had relayed all that had transpired.

After listening to his recount, Chen Feihu’s brow became even more severe.

Chen Lianzhen was equally troubled, his eyes filled with unsettled suspicion, “If this is so, it is indeed plausible that Heaven Martial has been resurrected. But this person has been dead for ten thousand years, and to think he could resurrect from death, this…”

“Unthinkable!”

“Shocking!”

Chen Pojun took over the conversation, speaking gravely, “And that’s exactly why it proves beyond doubt that he is the resurrected Heaven Martial, because only the Heaven Martial Emperor could wield such inexplicable and miraculous power!”

“Correct!”

Chen Feihu nodded, “Back when the path to Divine Martial was not yet open, this man, with his Yuan Core Cultivation, pacified the world for eight hundred years and enjoyed everlasting youth and prosperity. Now that he has been resurrected, though it is shocking, it is not entirely unbelievable.”

Seeing that even his normally taciturn big brother had made such an analysis, Chen Lianzhen had no choice but to accept this reality. “What then should we do? The Holy King’s Relic is vital to the Great Ye of our ancestors; can we truly just let it slip from our grasp?”

“What’s there to fear, we’ll kill!”

Chen Feihu remained composed and resolute, “Back then, the Heaven Martial only had Yuan Core Cultivation. Even if he has retained some tricks, he is at most at the Yuan Core realm.”