Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 561 The Outside World

Lin Chen looked at Jiang Xuan and nodded.

"meeting."

It was just one word, but it was like a stone that struck everyone's heart.

The faces of the crowd turned grim.

That's true. If such a being has its eye on this world, it must have something in mind, and it's unlikely to let go easily.

Qingyunzi took a deep breath, and his white beard trembled on his chest.

"Does the young master have a plan?"

Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, slowly and deliberately, like he was tapping a wooden fish.

"I will break through to the Great Emperor level as soon as possible, before that gray-robed man descends again."

Lin Chen looked at them and continued:

"That person is merely a first-level Great Emperor. This world is protected by the will of heaven and earth, so he cannot enter for the time being."

The previous attack was launched through the void, so its power was significantly weakened.

Master Xuanci chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, may Heaven bless Tianyuan."

Long Zaitian frowned: "How much has it been weakened?"

Lin Chen said calmly, "Seventy percent."

Long Zaitian's eyes lit up: "Doesn't that mean his full-force attack only has one-third the power of a first-level Great Emperor?"

"That's how it is in theory." Lin Chen withdrew his finger, "But even if it's only a third, it's still not something we can handle."

Long Zaitian's smile vanished again.

Not only him, but everyone's face darkened.

If we can't even hold out for a third of the battle, what's the point of fighting?

Jiang Xuan looked down at his crippled right hand, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up:

"Young Master Lin, how long will it take you to break through to the Great Emperor realm?"

All eyes were on Lin Chen.

This is their biggest concern.

We can't rely on them; we have to rely on Lin Chen.

Lin Chen stood up, his gaze sweeping from left to right and from right to left.

"I will break through to the Great Emperor level before he makes another move, and prepare everything."

"I will let him know that Tianyuan Continent is not a place he can set his sights on."

No one spoke.

Zhang Yiyuan stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Long Zaitian stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Jiang Xuan stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Qingyunzi stood up and performed a Daoist ritual.

Sword Gentleman stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Master Xuanci stood up and put his hands together in prayer.

The emperors of the four dynasties stood up and bowed.

The King of Ten Thousand Demons stood up and clasped his hands in greeting.

The Flame Empress stood up and bowed slightly.

The King of Jinsha stood up and clasped his hands in greeting.

Everyone spoke at the same time.

"I am willing to follow you, young master, and fight against our powerful enemy!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was firm, conveying a sense of do-or-die courage and morale.

Indeed, for now, they have no choice but to cling to Lin Chen's coattails.

Relying on themselves? They might as well dig up the graves in advance; at least they could choose a place with better feng shui.

Lin Chen looked at them, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Although their strength was lacking, their morale was high, making his planning of this war worthwhile.

Then he raised his hand, tore through the void, stepped inside, and left behind three words.

"Let's call it a day."

The crack closed, and the hall fell silent.

Long Zaitian gave a wry smile, picked up his teacup and took a sip. The tea was already cold, and the bitterness made him frown.

"Sir, please only say half of what you mean." He put down his teacup.

"I also want to ask why that gray-robed emperor would target our world, since he just disappeared without a trace."

Jiang Xuan remained expressionless, adjusting his cuffs and tucking his crippled right hand inside: "He has the right."

"I didn't say he didn't." Long Zaitian leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"I just feel that this guy always speaks like he's squeezing toothpaste, only giving you a little bit to keep you in suspense, and then saying the rest next time."

Qingyunzi sighed, flicked his whisk, and draped it over his arm: "Yes, he deserves it."

Long Zaitian rolled his eyes: "That's all you guys can say."

Jiang Xuan glanced at him: "So what do you want to hear?"

Long Zaitian thought for a moment, "I don't know either, I just feel..." He paused, "Never mind, I won't say anymore."

Sword Gentleman stood up, put the cultivation manual in his robes, and patted it:

"I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he turned and left. He paused at the door, glanced back at the spot where Lin Chen had disappeared, and then pushed the door open and went out.

Abbot Xuanci clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this old monk will also take his leave now."

The Emperor of Great Xia stood up with a smile, walked to Zhang Yiyuan's side, and lowered his voice:

"Lord Zhang, what about the allocation plan for the Tower of Babel..."

Zhang Yiyuan glanced at him: "I said, it's fair and just."

"That's right, that's right." The Emperor of Great Xia smiled even more broadly, his face so wrinkled it could trap a mosquito.

"I just want to ask where the Great Xia's achievements rank? I'm not asking, I just want to have a general idea."

Zhang Yiyuan ignored him and turned to leave.

The Emperor of Great Zhou snorted coldly, stood up, and left.

As he reached the door, the Emperor of Great Xia called out from behind, "Brother Zhou, have some tea sometime."

The Emperor of Great Zhou paused for a moment, then pushed open the door and went out without turning around.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons stood up, dusted off his clothes, and his booming voice returned:

"Haha! I'm so happy today! Let's go for a drink!"

The Flame Empress glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "You're treating?"

"Please! You must!" The King of Ten Thousand Demons patted his chest, making a loud "thump thump" sound.

"I'm so happy today! A Saint-level cultivation technique! I never even dared to dream of it! How could I not drink it for three days and three nights to do justice to this technique?"

The King of Jinsha stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Gentlemen, I will take my leave first."

He paused at the door, turned back, and said, "I'll treat you tomorrow."

After saying that, he strode away, the golden knife dangling at his waist.

Zhang Yiyuan walked to the window and opened it.

Sunlight streamed in from outside and fell on his face.

He gazed at the clouds and the starry sky before him for a long time.

Long Zaitian walked over and stood next to him, shoulder to shoulder.

"Do you think we can withstand that gray-robed emperor?" Long Zaitian's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

No one responded.

Qingyunzi walked over and stood on the other side, his whisk draped over his arm:

"I don't know, but if Young Master Lin says it's possible, then it's possible."

Jiang Xuan walked over, stood behind, and said quietly:

"Fortunately, we have Young Master Lin."

All three of them fell silent.

Long Zaitian suddenly laughed, his laughter echoing through the empty hall:

"So, who exactly is this guy?"

At such a young age, his cultivation level is unfathomable. He gives away Saint-level cultivation techniques as if he were doing wholesale.

Just how many good things did he store in that storage space?

Qingyunzi shook his head: "I don't know, and I shouldn't ask."

"I know I shouldn't have asked." Long Zaitian touched the scar on his face.

"I'm just curious, which powerful being do you think he's the reincarnation of? Or is he from outside?"

Jiang Xuan looked up at the sky.

outside.

Everyone knows what "outside" means.

Beyond the Tianyuan Continent, there are countless other worlds.

Some worlds are hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times more powerful than Tianyuan.

Did Lin Chen come from those worlds? How many secrets does he hold?

Zhang Yiyuan sighed: "Stop guessing. If he doesn't want to talk about it, asking won't help. He'll tell you when he wants to."

Long Zaitian shrugged: "True."

Beneath the Tower of Babel, various factions are collecting corpses and cleaning up the battlefield.

The corpses were carried away one by one, and the weapons were picked up one by one.

The living are busy, the dead are at rest.

Zhang Yiyuan looked at the busy cultivators and muttered to himself:

"A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years from now... will anyone still remember them?"

The wind blew by, making his white hair flutter.

no answer.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was a beautiful blue.

The spire of the Tower of Babel pierces the clouds and soars into the sky.

The tower bears marks of lightning strikes, sword cuts, and the scars of a great battle.

But it still stands, standing firmly.

Just like this continent.

Having survived so many hardships, it is still standing.

Long Zaitian patted Zhang Yiyuan on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's go drink, the King of Ten Thousand Demons is treating."

Zhang Yiyuan snapped out of his daze, smiled, and said, "Let's go."

The three people turned around and walked out of the main hall.

Before the door closed, sunlight streamed in and fell on the chair where Lin Chen had been sitting.

The chair was still warm.

Long Zaitian was walking down the corridor when he suddenly asked:

"So, who exactly is this gray-robed emperor that Young Master Lin mentioned?"

Qingyunzi shook his head: "I don't know."

Jiang Xuan said calmly, "No matter who they are, they are all enemies."

Long Zaitian nodded: "That's true."

The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing fainter and fainter as it went further away.