Chapter 451

Chapter 451: Chaotic Beings, Mother of Hundred Spirits

“I’ve calculated the path of fortune, ensuring nothing goes their way.”

Li Wenze gazed ahead, his voice steady.

“Good. Act when the time is right.”

The Star God glanced at Li Wenze and gave a slight nod.

The God of Fate, Li Wenze, had been giving him an odd feeling lately.

It was a strange, almost unreal sensation—like Li Wenze existed and didn’t at the same time, as if he were caught in some disjointed flow of Time and Space.

Back when the Fighting God had beaten him into awakening his divine status, Li Wenze’s emotions had been vivid and varied.

Whether he was happy, worried, or heartbroken, even sinking into melancholy at night, his emotions were always on full display.

But in recent years, Li Wenze… had become distant, almost indifferent.

At times, the Star God couldn’t help but wonder if Li Wenze was truly the God of Fate.

Or was the God of Fate standing before him even real?

It wasn’t just him. Before the God of Wealth fell, he too had brought up the same question.

Even the Star God of the Eighth Era had said that the God of Fate was peculiar—so strange that he couldn’t see through him or understand him.

So, it made sense that they found him odd.

After all, the God of Fate’s strangeness was nothing new.

“But knowing the God of Wealth, he’ll get to the bottom of these mysteries sooner or later.”

The Star God thought to himself, “In the celestial battlefield, as time unfolds, the truth will eventually reveal itself in the distant future.”

“Sigh… everything still rests on the shoulders of the God of Wealth in the main Time and Space.”

“I just hope everyone in the main Time and Space can hold their ground, so the God of Wealth can move freely across the battlefields without worry.”

At the same time, subtle waves of star power began to ripple through the celestial battlefield, undetectable even by the true gods.

Conjuror!

Traitors!

Since they’ve come so boldly this time, they won’t be leaving.

The prolonged clashes between the true gods had given him plenty of time to set his plans in motion.

Layer upon layer of traps!

He sealed every escape route, every possible path the Conjuror could take, and every trace of their existence!

This time, even if it meant revealing a few more secrets, he would make sure the traitor didn’t get away.

…

Half a year later, in the trading space.

“Your combat heart is finally taking shape.”

The Battle Master looked at Su Wen, who radiated fierce determination, and smiled. “Though the combat heart growing within you isn’t exactly what I imagined, it’s still on the right track.”

“From now on, you’ll need to nurture your combat heart through constant battles.”

“Whether you’re undefeated or you lose and fight again, as long as your fighting spirit remains unbroken, the power you’ll unleash in the future will only grow fiercer!”

Here, the Battle Master paused, then added with a meaningful tone, “By the end, it’s even possible you could surpass the Fighting God of this age.”

“Your potential for growth in battle is immense!”

Indeed!

The Deity of Wealth in the Ninth Age had finally developed a combat heart under the guidance of his Battle Style Secret Techniques.

Even if this combat heart was born from a mix of brutality, madness, destruction, and reason, all intertwined through coincidence in the heat of battle.

Hmm… he couldn’t help but wonder how these four completely different elements came together.

The first three made sense when combined, but adding reason into the mix started to push it beyond the bounds of a typical combat heart.

Still, this was the Deity of Wealth’s combat heart, and now that it had taken shape, he could only offer his congratulations.

As long as reason was part of it, things should be fine.

After all, even if the Deity of Wealth went mad, they’d still be a rational madman.

And while a rational madman isn’t the best temperament for battle, it’s still better than being completely unhinged, right?

Besides, he had a feeling that this kind of rational madness might just unleash a power that could shine brightly in this dark and desperate age.

Su Wen stood nearby, listening to the Battle Master, and couldn’t help but smirk.

“Immense potential for growth?”

That phrase sounded oddly familiar.

If the Battle Master had left it at the earlier praise, he’d have been quite pleased.

But that last line made it feel… off.

“Combat heart, move forward without hesitation!”

After a moment of reflection, Su Wen said, “Right now, I feel great.”

Hearing this, the Battle Master gave Su Wen a once-over, his gaze lingering on his eyes for a moment.

Then, the Fighting God let out a heavy sigh.

He’d seen battle fanatics before.

Hell, he could even call himself one.

But for him, battle was a passion, a lifelong pursuit.

Beyond fighting, he loved exploring the world, forming bonds with close friends, and experiencing the cultures of distant lands.

He had many interests.

Even the most battle-obsessed fanatic usually had something else they cared about.

But the glint in Su Wen’s eyes and the gentle words he spoke during their conversation made the Battle Master feel uneasy.

If he didn’t know the composition of the Deity of Wealth’s combat heart, he might have thought Su Wen was just a kind, gentle man.

But knowing the truth made it all feel… strange.

“Battle Master, is something wrong?”

Su Wen asked, puzzled by the sudden sigh.

“It’s nothing. Just thinking about some troubling matters, feeling a bit sentimental,” the Battle Master replied, waving his hand. He hadn’t lived the life of the Deity of Wealth, so he knew he wasn’t in a position to judge.

He understood that well enough.

“Alright then,” Su Wen said, abruptly changing the subject. “By the way, Battle Master, while I was honing my combat heart earlier, I noticed the Deity of Wealth has a large group of unique and awe-inspiring divine beasts under his command.”

“Are those all affiliates of the Deity of Wealth from the First Age?”

The Battle Master narrowed his eyes, then asked seriously, “Those are powerful Phantom Beast Clans. You… didn’t know?”

Su Wen was taken aback. Was he supposed to know?

If he had access to such world-shaking power, how could so many sub-timelines have ended in tragedy?

“Is that even possible?”

The Battle Master rubbed his chin and murmured, “The life force of the Phantom Beast Clan is incredibly strong.”

“We traveled far and wide to merge the talents of clans with exceptional resilience, even those considered bug-like in their abilities.”

He fell silent for a moment, then continued slowly, “Back then, the Phantom Beast Clans under the Deity of Wealth were revered by the surviving clans as one of the great calamities.”

“Their numbers were vast, and under the Deity of Wealth’s blessing, their ability to evolve was astonishing.”

“After all, their core comes from chaotic beings—the Mother of Hundred Spirits.”

Hearing this, Su Wen’s expression shifted.

“Senior, doesn’t the Phantom Beast Clan have another name?”

“Called… the Bug Spirit Clan?”