Chapter 282 God's Seat

"Lord God's Seat."

In the empty Storm Temple, a figure knelt on the ground.

It was none other than Saint Chun Li.

After the Holy Assembly ended, he had come here. At this moment, his voice was heavy, filled with murderous intent between the words: "I have already set up the killing game for the Old World… This time, the battlefield will be six hundred miles outside the starship in the void."

"...Mm."

The Storm God's Seat hummed softly in response.

The entire starship was within his divine domain… Everything that happened here naturally couldn't escape his notice.

He had naturally heard the previous accusations from those Saints in the meeting room.

Chun Li wanting to lure out the Red Dragon wouldn't be easy.

Within this starship.

He was the Heavenly Dao; everything that happened was under his control.

For four years, Saint Chun Li hadn't dared to directly confront the Red Dragon, but today he dared to set up a killing game…

There was only one reason.

He had obtained the tacit approval of the Storm God's Seat.

"I have one thing I don't understand."

Saint Chun Li raised his head, trying to see the face of the man on the throne, but unfortunately, heavy curtains of flowing water hung deep within the hall, preventing him from seeing the God's Seat clearly.

"Speak."

"Since you agreed to let me attack the Red Dragon… then why wait until today?"

Saint Chun Li's voice was complex. For four years, he had been in a state of constant anxiety.

Divine favor was gone.

He was suppressed everywhere.

His days were difficult.

But if the Lord God's Seat had always trusted him, why create a Red Dragon, why treat him this way?

After waiting for a long time.

The Storm God's Seat said softly, "Jade must be carved to become a vessel."

Saint Chun Li was stunned.

"After decades of being together, of course, I know that you are no longer unpolished jade. But there are some things that you don't seem to understand." The Storm God's Seat said slowly, "I supported the Red Dragon only because I wanted you to see… The Red Dragon can stand in this position not because he is strong enough."

Saint Chun Li suddenly fell silent.

How could he not know what the Storm God's Seat meant?

The Red Dragon could stand in this position only because the Red Dragon had signed a soul contract… For transcendents of their level, unless they were willing, even the God's Seat couldn't force them to bow their heads.

Voluntarily offering one's soul was no different from being a living corpse.

Over the years, the God's Seat had reminded him of the Red Dragon's matter more than once…

Clearly.

The Storm God's Seat hoped that he would also voluntarily offer his soul.

The God's Seat wanted him to do tens of millions of things in this world, even if it meant going through fire and water, Saint Chun Li wouldn't even frown.

But only this one thing.

Saint Chun Li was unwilling.

Before the God's Seat could continue speaking, Saint Chun Li said in a hoarse voice, "I am not the same kind of person as the Red Dragon. Although I have not signed a 'soul contract' with you, my loyalty to you… is witnessed by heaven and earth."

"..."

This time, it was the Storm God's Seat's turn to be silent.

The silence in the hall lasted for several minutes.

"Mm… go down."

After a long time, the man on the throne waved his hand wearily and said softly, "This time, it needs to be a clean kill."

Saint Chun Li knelt before the throne and raised his head.

He didn't hear the regret and pity in the Storm God's Seat's tone in the last sentence.

……

……

"A clean kill?"

"Since we are taking action, naturally it must be a clean kill… But, is it really necessary to act in this way?"

Within the Storm Temple, the scene was still of one person kneeling.

But this time, it was not Saint Chun Li kneeling.

It was the Red Dragon.

The Red Dragon knelt on one knee before the tall throne, looking up at the Storm God's Seat.

Saint Hai Tong had just delivered Saint Chun Li's message, and he came to the temple to report the matter.

Due to the soul contract.

The Red Dragon had almost no secrets… There was nothing to hide about these things.

These past few days, he had been "plundering and seizing," and the Storm God's Seat had seen his suppression of the Saints under Chun Li's command.

Just as Saint Chun Li had said at the meeting, the reason why the Storm God's Seat had been silent for four years was not because he hadn't "seen" it, but because he didn't want to participate…

But now.

The Storm God's Seat gently pressed down on the scale that had maintained balance for four years.

He first supported Chun Li, luring the Red Dragon out of the starship.

Then he conveyed the intention of "clean killing" to the Red Dragon.

Just a few minutes ago, the Red Dragon had completed his report. He had originally thought that the Storm God's Seat would interfere with this mission, forcibly interrupting it to avoid escalating the conflict, just as the Storm God's Seat had done for the past four years.

But he never expected.

The Storm God's Seat didn't do that at all. Instead, he told the Red Dragon that when he went to the outside of the starship, he should kill all the transcendents participating in the battle, whether they were Saints or followers, without leaving a single survivor!

Thus, there was the Red Dragon's question from before.

Even the Red Dragon, who had long wanted to take action, was surprised after hearing the Storm's decree and confirmed it again in disbelief.

"What's so strange about that?"

A sneer.

The man on the throne slowly appeared from behind the flowing water curtain.

The Tide Authority condensed thousands of water droplets, surrounding and enveloping the Storm Temple. Under the cover of these layers of water curtain, the man sitting on the throne only vaguely revealed a blurred outline of a figure.

The Storm God's Seat supported his chin with one hand, as if he was dozing off. His gaze penetrated the water curtain and landed on the Red Dragon kneeling before him on one knee.

"These people, killing them is just killing them."

"They can have what they have today entirely because of my cultivation. If one day I want to take back the previous 'gifts'… they shouldn't have any complaints."

The Storm God's Seat's tone was very indifferent, and his words were full of matter-of-course meaning.

In his opinion, everything he had bestowed upon the Saints and church members… could be taken back at any time.

And among the things he had bestowed, there was also one thing.

Life.

Taking back these people's lives was also a trivial matter.

The Red Dragon accepted the order and left.

……

……

After everyone had left.

In the empty temple, there was a slightly muffled and painful coughing sound.

Behind the water curtain.

The Storm God's Seat, who had been dozing off with his elbow propped up, lowered his head. He looked at the open front of his robe, and a golden palm print was branded into the flesh of his skin. It was the wound left behind from the battle with Bai Su… Although an S-grade "substitute death seal" had resisted it, this palm had left him with a great shadow.

For the past four years, he had been in seclusion in the Storm Temple.

It was said to be seclusion.

In fact… he was just "licking" his wounds.

The Storm God's Seat didn't expect that agreeing to the battle with Bai Su with the Deep Sea back then would bring him such a strong backlash. Although he was only a newly promoted God's Seat of Fighting and War, Bai Su's fighting power was truly shocking.

This palm contained the pressure of the triple Reverse Flow divine domain!

After Bai Su fused the fighting and war seed, the ability of Reverse Flow touched the power of the origin of time… This was the most difficult and most forbidden power of the origin among countless origins.

The Storm God's Seat used countless methods, but he couldn't remove this palm print.

This golden palm print was like a maggot on the bone.

At first glance, it didn't seem like much.

But the longer the time, the greater the damage left by this palm print… For the past four years, the pain in his chest had never stopped for a moment.

Fortunately… the Storm God's Seat still had a bottom-of-the-box method.

The old wound left by Bai Su, mixed with the power of the triple Reverse Flow, constantly put pressure on this body. The Storm God's Seat knew that his body could not last much longer.

If he still couldn't overcome this "time origin" power that was constantly poisoning him.

He would have to consider changing bodies.

This was also the main reason why he decided to escape from Nan Zhou… After the battle with Bai Su ended, he vaguely guessed his ending.

Back then, the Gene Law was abolished on the surface in the five continents.

But the Storm God's Seat privately raised a batch of "babies." These babies were raised in nutrient tanks, and their souls were as clean as blank paper. Now it seemed that these "transcendent geniuses" created by the Gene Law were the best choice for him to change bodies.

But…

If he were to "change bodies" like this, he would inevitably usher in a period of silence.

During this time, the Storm God's Seat needed to have trusted subordinates to support him.

Originally, Chun Li was the Storm God's Seat's first choice.

But now.

Chun Li was no longer.

Over the years, he had summoned Saint Chun Li more than once, hinting and reminding this "crown holder" who had been following him for decades that the reason why the Red Dragon was able to stand in a high position was not because of outstanding ability, but because of sufficient loyalty.

The most loyal people in this world were those who had signed soul contracts.

Even if he changed bodies, as long as this wisp of soul didn't change… then the Red Dragon would have to unconditionally obey his orders.

Saint Chun Li was a smart man.

But he repeatedly pretended not to understand his reminders at important moments.

In fact, the Storm God's Seat could understand Chun Li… After standing in the position of being below one person and above ten thousand for so many years, Saint Chun Li believed that his relationship with him was firm enough, so he always refused to mention the matter of the "soul contract."

Once the "soul contract" was signed, it would be equivalent to personally giving up one's life.

But it was precisely because of Chun Li's evasive attitude.

That made the Storm God's Seat firm in this idea.

Kill!

Let the Red Dragon kill all the Saints and vassals under Chun Li's command, kill them all cleanly!

In this way… there wouldn't be so much "trouble" during the days when he changed bodies and was forced to recuperate.

He knew that everyone in the church was loyal to him.

The transcendents on the entire starship were chanting the name of the storm every day. With just one order, these people would not hesitate to dedicate their lives to him!

However, he didn't trust anyone.

He only trusted his own strength.

Once he was no longer the high and mighty "Storm God's Seat," would he still have so many believers?

Once he fell from the altar.

Even if it was only a brief fall…

Would these people still support him, would they still worship him, would they still hold up this high throne for him?

He didn't believe it.

He didn't even believe himself.

He had already fallen from his peak, he was no longer the supreme God's Seat who was invincible and traversed the Ice Sea back then… After being seriously injured by Bai Su, the most serious damage he suffered was not physical, but mental.

In this life, he had never been defeated.

But this time, he returned in defeat.

He was beaten half to death by Bai Su and fled to the Old World in a sorry state, only to find that his injuries couldn't be healed…

The Storm God's Seat began to doubt his life and also doubt himself.

In that battle in Nagano back then, if he hadn't escaped, would the ending have been different?

Now that he was changing bodies, would he really "get better?"

If he returned to his peak in the future and encountered Bai Su again, would he still have the courage to fight again?

These questions, during the more than a thousand days and nights of wandering, the Storm God's Seat had asked himself more than once.

There was no answer.

This was the most bleak answer.

It wasn't that there was no answer, but that he didn't dare to have an answer.

Everything he was doing now… was not for Saint Chun Li, not for the Red Dragon, not for anyone, but only for himself.

From beginning to end, he was a person who only cared about himself.

He wanted to live well, he wanted to continue sitting on this throne.