PFC End of Chapter 595
End of Chapter 595
The sky in the Primordial Realm is colorful.
The spiritual energy was as thick as fog, and sunlight passing through the spiritual fog refracted into a seven-colored spectrum.
Stretching from east to west, it resembles a giant rainbow spanning the sky and earth.
The spiritual energy in the Primordial Realm is indeed dense, so dense that taking a breath makes you feel like all the pores on your body are opening up, and so dense that even sneezing feels like a waste of resources.
Lin Chen stood on a high mountain and looked down. In the distance, there were cities, palaces, flying boats, cultivators flying on swords, and ordinary people traveling on spirit beasts.
"This place is indeed more lively than Tianyuan Continent," Lin Chen muttered to himself.
He walked down the mountain and into the city.
He didn't remember the city's name, nor did he need to. Anyway, the place was ridiculously large, with cities as numerous as the stars in the sky, impossible to remember.
Lin Chen strolled around the city, ate a bowl of noodles, drank a pot of wine, listened to a short tune, and even helped a bullied vendor fight off a thug.
As the thug got up, he was still yelling, "You wait, my older brother is a celestial being!" Lin Chen walked away without looking back, inwardly sighing:
As expected of the Primordial Realm, even celestial beings have to collect protection fees to make ends meet.
Lin Chen wandered the Origin Realm for three hundred years but still didn't see all of it.
Over three hundred years, Lin Chen rose from an unknown rogue cultivator to become a Great Emperor.
On the day Lin Chen became emperor, a chaotic phenomenon occurred in the sky, turning the entire sky gray and even obscuring the sun.
The patriarchs of the three great divine families of the Origin Realm opened their eyes at the same time, looked at the chaotic sky, and remained silent for a long time.
Ji Taixu, the patriarch of the Ji family, stood atop the mountain behind the house, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the chaotic sky, and murmured:
"The Great Dao of Chaos... yet another one."
Jiang Linglong, the matriarch of the Jiang family, sat in the plum blossom grove, holding a teacup, gazing at the hazy sky, a slight smile curving her lips:
"interesting."
Zhang Taiyan, the patriarch of the Zhang family, sat in the bamboo forest, gazing at the gray sky. The chess piece in his hand remained suspended in mid-air, not falling for a long time.
"It's the Great Dao of Chaos again..."
Zhang Lingxiao stood to the side, his face grim.
He attained the Thunder Dao, the second level of the Great Emperor realm, making him a top-tier figure among the younger generation.
But the Great Dao of Chaos, being the beginning of all Daos, is inherently superior to it.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white: "Ancestor, who is that person?"
Zhang Taiyan placed the chess piece down: "A young man named Lin Chen comes from a small world."
Zhang Lingxiao was taken aback: "From the small world?"
Zhang Taiyan looked up at him:
"Don't underestimate people from small worlds. Throughout history, no more than three people have been able to comprehend the Great Dao of Chaos. The first two have already transcended it."
Zhang Lingxiao's expression turned even uglier.
Three thousand years later, the Zhang family was destroyed.
Zhang Taiyan, the patriarch of the Zhang family, perished in that battle. The Zhang family's emperors either died or fled, and the rest of the clan surrendered.
The three great divine families of the Origin Realm have become two, but a new divine family has emerged, surnamed Lin.
Lin Chen stood on the ruins of the Zhang family, looking down at the palace that had once been glorious for 80 million years, now only a pile of broken walls.
He stood there for a while, then turned and left.
Lingbo clung to Lin Chen, linking her arm with his and saying:
"You've kept all the promises you made to me back then."
Lin Chen said, "Yes, I did it all."
Lingbo's lips slowly curved into a smile—that was how she smiled.
The two walked away side by side, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun.
After the Lin family replaced the Zhang family as the Divine Venerable Family, Lin Chen's life became much more leisurely.
He left the family affairs to his sons and traveled around with a group of women, occasionally visiting the Tianyuan Continent and sometimes going to other worlds.
All the major powers in the Origin Realm know that the newly appointed Lin Family God is a lazy person who does not fight for power, profit, or territory. His only hobby is women.
So the Ji family sent two goddesses, the Jiang family sent a young lady, the ten holy lands each sent a holy maiden, the thirty-six imperial clans sent their legitimate daughters, and various rogue cultivators sent their most beautiful women.
The number of women in the family grew, and the number of children grew so much that Lin Chen couldn't even count them all.
But Lin Chen never cared about those mundane matters, leaving everything to his son and the group of women to handle.
One day, Lin Chen was sunbathing in the back garden.
Sitting next to her were Ling Bo, Chi Meng, Mei Jiu Niang, Yan Ru Yu, Zhao Ling Yang, the Flame Empress, as well as Lin Nian Er and Lin Nian Lang.
Lin Nian'er sat next to him peeling grapes for him, while Lin Nianlang sat on the other side pouring him wine.
Lin Chen took a bite of grape, drank a sip of wine, and sighed contentedly.
"I wouldn't trade this life for a god."
Lin Nian'er rolled her eyes: "Father, you are a god now."
Lin Chen was taken aback for a moment: "Oh, right, I am now a God Venerable."
After saying that, he ate another grape and continued sunbathing.
Tens of thousands of years later, Lin Chen transcended worldly desires.
There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no grand spectacle of all worlds paying homage.
One morning, Lin Chen woke up, sat in the courtyard drinking tea, and suddenly felt that the sky was a little small.
Lin Chen put down his teacup, stood up, took a step, and found himself standing in an endless chaos.
Behind them lay the Primordial Realm, and in front of them stretched the boundless chaotic void.
Lin Chen stood at the edge of the void, glanced back at the Origin Realm, smiled, and turned to leave.
As for where Lin Chen went, no one knows.
Some say he has transcended worldly concerns, some say he has gone to a higher realm, and some say he is still wandering in chaos.
But no matter where Lin Chen went, his name remained in the annals of the Origin Realm, engraved on the Lin family genealogy, and passed down among countless cultivators.
This day, at the ancestral home of the Lin family in the Origin Realm.
Lin Nian'er sat in the courtyard drinking tea. She had aged; her hair had turned white, and wrinkles had appeared on her face.
She held a cup of tea, looking at the transplanted osmanthus tree in the yard, a smile on her lips.
Beside her, a young girl ran over and tugged at her sleeve:
"Grandma, please tell me the story of our ancestors."
Lin Nian'er picked up her teacup, took a sip, looked at the colorful sky in the distance, and said slowly:
"The story is long, do you have time to listen?"
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Thank you for your company and support. Although the story has come to an end, Lin Chen's journey continues...
Perhaps we'll meet unexpectedly on the other side of some starry sky, in some small tavern.
—(The End)—