SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever-Chapter 213: You are finally here

All these cultivators who had lost themselves within the dream of the Eternal Dragon... if they were given the chance to wake up, would they even want to?

Or would they choose to remain there forever?

Inside that dream there was no struggle, no endless cultivation battles, no ruthless competition for resources. Only peace. Eternal peace. A life where they could endlessly pursue the things they loved without fear of loss or failure.

For many cultivators who had spent centuries clawing their way through the brutal cultivation world, that kind of illusion might be far more appealing than reality.

Wang Chen could not really be sure.

After all, no one could truly know what choice another person would make when faced with such temptation.

Shaking his head slightly, he forced those wandering thoughts out of his mind. This was not the time to ponder philosophical questions about human nature.

His gaze slowly drifted forward.

The cultivators ahead of him were beginning to rise.

One by one, their figures lifted from their previous states of stillness as terrifying auras started to awaken within them. Spiritual power surged like dormant volcanoes finally erupting after centuries of silence.

From each of them, Wang Chen could feel an immense pressure rising.

The air itself seemed to grow heavier.

The final sprint had begun.

Everyone here understood it.

No one needed to say it aloud.

The inheritance of the Eternal Dragon lay ahead, and whoever reached that statue first would obtain it.

As everyone prepared themselves for that final explosive burst of speed, Wang Chen quietly observed the competitors around him.

The All-Seeing Immortal had a fierce, burning look in his eyes as he stared straight toward the towering dragon statue in the distance. His body was perfectly still, but the surging immortal energy within him was like a coiled dragon ready to strike at any moment.

The female from the ancient winged race stood silently nearby.

Her presence radiated a cold and indifferent atmosphere that seemed to freeze the surrounding space itself. Her silver wings were slightly spread behind her back, each feather shimmering with faint divine runes.

Among everyone present, she was the one who gave Wang Chen the greatest sense of danger.

To his surprise, Murong Shenchen suddenly stirred.

The dreamy haze surrounding him shattered as his eyes snapped open, clarity returning to them in an instant.

Wang Chen had not expected that.

Murong Shenchen had appeared completely lost within the Eternal Dragon’s dream earlier. Yet somehow, he had broken free.

But that was not the only surprise waiting for him.

As Wang Chen’s divine sense finally spread out once more, sweeping across the surrounding space, it suddenly locked onto another familiar figure.

His pupils narrowed slightly.

Yang Kai.

The famous formation master was also here.

He stood calmly not too far away, his robes fluttering slightly in the invisible currents of spiritual energy. The pressure radiating from him was clearly weaker than the domain-soaring immortal of the ancient winged race, yet there was something strangely steady about his presence.

Wang Chen’s eyes flashed faintly.

No wonder.

The moment he had first met this man before, he had already felt something slightly strange deep within his heart.

Now it all made sense.

Every single one of these people had the same goal.

The dragon statue.

Whoever reached it first would obtain the inheritance of the Eternal Dragon.

Thinking of this, a wide smile slowly spread across Wang Chen’s face.

Too bad for them.

They had encountered him.

With him present here, it did not matter whether they were domain-soaring immortals or legendary geniuses from ancient races.

The one who would take this inheritance...

...was him.

This final sprint toward the dragon statue seemed almost perfectly designed for him.

Yet just as that thought appeared in his mind, Wang Chen’s lips suddenly twitched.

A strange sense of déjà vu surfaced within his heart.

Don’t tell me...

However, before he could dwell on the thought any further, the auras around him suddenly began to surge violently.

The pressure radiating from each of these terrifying beings started climbing higher and higher.

Spiritual power roared like a storm breaking loose.

Wang Chen’s expression immediately turned serious.

He knew there was not much time left.

Without the slightest hesitation, he activated Chroniblade.

There was no need for pretense.

With Chroniblade in his hand, with such an absurd cheat in his possession, there was simply no way anyone here could defeat him.

The moment the ability activated—

The entire world lost its color.

Sound vanished.

Time itself seemed to fall into a silent stillness.

No matter how high the cultivation realms of those foreign immortals were, every single one of them froze solid in place.

Like statues trapped within an unmoving painting.

Without wasting even a fraction of a second, Wang Chen stepped forward.

In that single step, space folded.

His figure vanished from his original location and reappeared just inches away from the colossal dragon statue.

Hundreds of kilometers of distance had been crossed in the blink of an eye.

This was the terrifying grandeur of One Thought to Cross the World.

As long as he wished it, Wang Chen could appear anywhere within the boundaries of this realm.

Of course...

Even such a heaven-defying ability still could not break the barriers that existed between realms.

Wang Chen slowly raised his hand, extending it toward the dragon statue.

For a brief moment, his movement paused.

A faint trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

What if becoming the inheritor meant carrying the burden of the dragon race?

He had absolutely no interest in that sort of responsibility. Wang Chen had never been the type to shoulder ancient duties or revive forgotten races. If anything, he preferred the far simpler outcome: take the treasure, gain the power, and leave the rest of the mess to someone else.

The thought lingered only for a fleeting moment.

Then it disappeared.

His expression hardened with resolve.

Without further hesitation, Wang Chen placed his hand on the dragon statue.

The instant his palm made contact, the frozen world returned to motion.

Sound rushed back like a thunderclap.

Immediately, several shocked exclamations echoed across the vast space.

"Fellow Wang, how?! When did you...?!"

The All-Seeing Immortal’s eyes were wide open, his expression turning unusually grave. His legendary eyes were capable of seeing through countless illusions and hidden movements, yet he had completely failed to notice when Wang Chen passed him.

It was as if Wang Chen had simply appeared there out of thin air.

Nearby, the face of Beryl, the woman from the ancient winged race, had turned livid.

"Who is this?!"

Her cold eyes locked onto Wang Chen.

She had absolutely no impression of this cultivator.

Yet somehow this nameless figure had stolen the inheritance at the final moment.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Someone who could bypass her so effortlessly could only be one kind of person.

A cultivator whose strength far surpassed her own.

A Casual Immortal.

The mere possibility made her expression darken even further.

Not far away, Murong Shenchen could only stare with wide eyes.

A chill ran down his spine.

Thankfully... that day he had shown restraint.

Otherwise...

The thought alone was enough to make cold sweat form on his back. He did not even dare to imagine what might have happened if he had provoked Wang Chen earlier.

Even Mo Huyan, who had been secretly hoping for some kind of miracle, stood frozen in shock.

She could not comprehend what she had just witnessed.

No technique she knew could explain how Wang Chen had suddenly appeared beside the statue.

It completely defied logic.

But Wang Chen paid no attention to their reactions.

Their shouting might as well have been distant background noise.

His entire focus was on the dragon statue before him.

The moment his hand touched it, a strange sensation spread through his palm.

The statue...

felt alive.

A faint warmth flowed beneath the cold stone surface, as if something deep within the statue was responding to his presence.

Just then, a voice echoed inside his mind.

"Young cultivator... you are finally here."

The voice was calm and low, yet it carried an overwhelming majesty.

It sounded like the voice of a natural king, someone born to rule over all living beings.

Wang Chen’s brows immediately furrowed.

"Who?"

He had not expected a foreign voice to suddenly appear inside his head.

More importantly...

What did that sentence mean?

You are finally here.

It sounded as if someone had been waiting for him all this time.

"Oho! Young cultivator, you have actually forgotten about me..."

The voice chuckled lightly.

"Hmm... now that I think about it, it actually makes sense. After all, it has been millions of years since our first interaction."

Wang Chen’s eyes widened.

"What the hell?!"

"What do you mean millions of years?"

He had barely lived forty years. How could he possibly have met someone millions of years ago?

Just as that thought surfaced, his expression suddenly darkened.

A familiar sensation crept over him.

The feeling of being watched.

It was eerily similar to the moment when his golden core had evolved.

"Could it be...?!"

"Hmm," the voice replied slowly.

"It seems you finally noticed."

This time, however, the voice did not echo inside his head.

Instead...

It came from somewhere incredibly close.