Apotheosis

The battle lasted a whole day and night. Corpses lay all over the Burning Sky Imperial Capital, surrounded by fiery light. The war had plunged the people of the empire into suffering and misery.

Zen had killed ten masters of the Internal Elixir Realm with his strength alone. Only Aura had been able to escape.

After that, Zen led a troop of soldiers to the Burning Sky Palace.

In the end, he successfully ascended the throne that he had fought for day and night. He stood at the top of the Burning Sky Palace, overlooking the world.

A million strong soldiers dressed in golden armor were kneeling in front of Zen with great respect. It was a spectacular scene to behold and the peak of Zen's life.

Aura, the last remaining descendant of the Su Clan, had been captured.

"Is this another life of mine?" Zen frowned. Although these scenes were an illusion in Zen's eyes, they were still vivid in his mind. He could see all the details. Everything seemed real but absurd.

"I should be the one to kill the last princess of the Su Clan!"

With that, Zen leaped up with his golden blade in hand and slashed at Aura. However, just as his blade was about to touch Aura's skin, a ray of sword light shot toward him!

Ding!

The sword light knocked Zen's golden machete away from Aura.

"Rocher?" Zen saw Rocher dressed in a white robe and looking at him with an indifferent expression. Although Rocher was standing before one million strong soldiers, there wasn't the slightest trace of fear on his face.

"Who are you?" Zen couldn't help but ask.

Rocher smiled faintly. "Who am I? I'm a swordsman."

"Why have you come here?" Zen asked again.

"The Burning Sky Empire is an ally of the Cloud Sect, and the Cloud Sect is under the jurisdiction of the Cloud Hall. I come from the Cloud Hall," Rocher said nonchalantly. "If you want to usurp the throne, you have to ask the Cloud Hall members for their approval first!"

"Go to hell!" Zen roared and rushed toward Rocher.

Ding, ding, ding!

The two of them attacked each other, exchanging thousands of strikes in the blink of an eye.

In the end, Rocher retreated one hundred feet and raised his long sword. At that moment, the color of heaven and earth changed. The sky was overrun by dark clouds and smoky fog. The momentum of Rocher's sword strike suppressed that of one million strong soldiers.

"With your strength, you are far from qualified to be able to take over this country!" After Rocher finished speaking, he stabbed Zen with his sword.

This sword strike was so powerful that Zen wasn't able to block it. Rocher's sword easily cut off Zen's head from his body.

The moment he was killed, Zen felt resentment, anger, helplessness, and other sorts of emotions swarming his mind.

"Is this... my fate in another life?"

The scenes gradually disappeared, and Zen found himself immersed in darkness once aga

warriors lose themselves. The maximum number of cycles a warrior can experience in the Gate of Samsara is ninety-nine." Yolande seemed to know everything about the Gate of Samsara.

"I see..." Zen finally understood why he had gone through reincarnation ninety-nine times. However, from the beginning to the end, he hadn't felt like he was losing his warrior spirit at all.

Looking at the Gate of Samsara, Fabian smacked his lips and said, "It really is a magical treasure. If only I could take it to the Purple Heart Sacred Place."

Lavender sneered, "Take it to the Purple Heart Sacred Place? Do you really think you'll be able to keep the Gate of Samsara there?"

"What makes you think we won't be able to keep it?" Fabian was slightly indignant.

"If a treasure of this level leaves this place, the aura it emits will not be hidden by the Cursed Land. The Gate of Samara might attract supreme masters from the Upper World. With their powerful strength, those masters can easily destroy the entire Sea God Continent and take it away," Lavender uttered indifferently.

Hearing Lavender's words, Fabian went pale in shock.

Lavender was right. Some inheritances within the Dark Nether Cave were too powerful and precious to be kept by a small force of the Lower World.

Zen looked at the Gate of Samsara. He was still slowly digesting and comprehending the complex emotions that he had experienced in the cycles of reincarnation. At this moment, he said, "Since that's the case, let's continue our exploration!"

Although the Gate of Samsara was magical, it wasn't the inheritance that Mist had mentioned.

"I'm afraid you won't have the chance to continue the exploration now!" A deep voice rang out, loud and deafening enough to make everyone's ears tingle.

Zen was shocked to hear this familiar voice. He looked in the direction where the sound had come from and saw Malcom's burly figure some distance away.