Cheat God
12 Land of Bliss

The stench of blood had long faded, but the silence screamed louder.

Liu Chen walked through the ruined city like a monarch returning to a fallen empire. His long robes fluttered with each step, soaked in an air of inviolable calm. The city, once full of life, had become a grave of ashes and echoes. Shattered buildings slouched in surrender. The roads were cracked and littered with weapons—blades rusted, talismans torn, scrolls soaked in dried blood. And corpses. Dozens of them. Some twisted in agony, others stiffened in unnatural silence.

Behind him, Cai Lin followed without a word. Her beautiful beastly has already replaced with long seductive legs. Liu Chen did not spare a glance at her.

His golden-black eyes moved from one corpse to the next. Slowly, he knelt beside a young man's dead body—armor cracked, face twisted in fear. He placed two fingers on the forehead. A faint pulse of golden light traveled into the corpse.

The blood essence—vanished.

The soul—not even a wisp.

His gaze darkened, not from fear, but cold calculation. This was wrong.

Even among the weak, a soul did not vanish entirely. It lingered. Faded slowly. It wasn't something that disappeared like smoke in wind. Cultivators who trained their souls often left remnants that could survive for days… weeks even. And blood essence, rich with life force, did not dry up overnight. Unless it was extracted.

Liu Chen stood and dusted off his hands, expression unreadable. He looked around again. The dead weren't just victims. They were offerings. Fuel. Someone—or something—had come here for more than war. And it seems he has guess what is it...

As they walked deeper into the city, the air thickened. The very ground felt disturbed, as if something ancient and foul had been awakened below.

They reached the central tower. He raised his hand. A ripple of spatial energy shimmered in the air, and with a casual flick, a crimson-gold sofa appeared before him. He sat down without a word, like a king upon a forgotten throne, crossing one leg over the other.

"How tiring. I should take some rest when there are some idiots willing to work on my my place. Let me see how much more time it will take to come out. I have to taste a beautiful snake.."

From his storage ring, a tray of spiritual fruits appeared—ripe, glowing, kissed by the fire of the sun. He bit into one lazily like enjoying some kind of favourite movie.

Sweet juice ran along his fingers. His hand reached around her waist, pulling her close without urgency. His fingers toyed lazily with the smooth scales at her hip, trailing over the curve of her thin waist. Just touch make his blood boil.

Liu Chen leaned back, eating slowly, his eyes scanning the ruined cityscape through a broken window. Souls gone. Blood stolen. Minds corrupted. And still, he said nothing.

Because knowing was one thing.

Revealing it… was a weakness.

This world had changed. Something old had stirred, and the ripples were only beginning. But for now, he enjoyed the fruit. Enjoyed the silence. And the feel of his servant, quiet and docile by his side.

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Far above, in the Immortal World...

The sky was too bright. Stars shimmered even in daylight. Clouds moved with quiet purpose over a land untouched by mortal filth. In a divine garden where time moved like breath, flowers bloomed with immortal essence. Trees bore fruit that could grant longevity. The wind carried the scent of spirit tea and old power.

Among them stood a man. Middle-aged, hair silver at the edges, robes pristine white. He held a jade ladle, gently pouring crystal-clear water onto a bed of golden peonies. His presence stirred the Dao itself, yet he moved without arrogance.

He was not calm.

He was beyond calm.

The serenity of someone who had lived too long and still hadn't seen everything. Behind him, footsteps echoed lightly.

"Father," a young voice called.

The man didn't turn. He continued watering his flowers.

"What is it?" he asked.

The one who spoke stepped into the garden. A young man in his early twenties, robes embroidered with phoenix and dragon thread. His posture was straight, but not stiff. His face was handsome—refined—and his eyes carried the bearing of royalty. His name was Bai Yan.

And he bowed slightly before continuing. "Old Xi has sent a message."

The older man finally paused. He placed the ladle down with care.

"And?"

"He said… all the stars are bright."

The garden seemed to quiet. Birdsong stopped. Wind paused. The middle-aged man turned, his expression still calm, but a spark lit behind his eyes.

"All the stars?" he asked again, softly.

"Yes. Every celestial node has aligned. The stars pattern are moving. There should be still some time at the most two months before seven bliss star pattern will reappear in the world. "

A long silence. The elder turned his eyes to the sky. He exhaled slowly.

"So finally that point of time in history has appeared. Great powers will be awaken again. Pure Land of Bliss will open again. That will surely make future remarkable warriors.

Bai Yan stepped forward, voice low. The man nodded.

"The battlefield opens in two months. Talents will gather. Blood will be spilled. But this... this is not coincidence."

Bai Yan lowered his gaze.

"I'll be there."

"You must be," his father said. "You carry our blood. The Bai Clan does not retreat." Bai Yan nodded.

The flowers swayed again as the breeze returned. But high above them, stars continued to gleam—even as the sun blazed.

All the stars were bright.

And the world would soon change.

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