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

Chapter 524 Sealing the Heavens with One Hand

A crack stretching for thousands of miles hangs in the sky.

A dark red light surged out from within, like a half-closed eye, overlooking the entire city and the land.

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

Then he took a step, walking step by step towards the sky, each step covering a hundred feet.

Everyone in the square looked up, watching Lin Chen walk step by step toward the crack.

What happened next left everyone speechless.

Lin Chen's body began to swell.

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Hundred feet.

Thousands of feet.

lofty.

Lin Chen's feet landed on the wilderness outside Tianyuan City.

My knees are below the clouds.

His waist was in the middle of the clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds surged around his waist like a white belt.

His chest was above the clouds, and the sunlight shone from behind him, bathing him in a golden-red glow.

His head pierced the higher heavens, so high that people on the ground could no longer see his face.

The moon-white robe fluttered in the wind like a giant flag, rustling and obscuring half the sky.

The entire Tianyuan City was shrouded in Lin Chen's shadow.

When the people in the city looked out of their windows, what they saw was not the sky, but a huge robe.

The square was completely silent.

Everyone looked up at the towering giant.

No one spoke; they even forgot to breathe.

The Emperor of Great Zhou stood up from his chair.

His mouth was slightly open, his chin almost dropped to the ground, and his eyeballs were about to pop out.

The three princesses he brought had their eyes wide open, their mouths agape in an "O" shape, and even the makeup on their faces couldn't hide their deathly pallor.

The smile on the Emperor of Great Xia's face froze.

The five princesses he brought with them either covered their mouths, clenched their clothes, or went limp.

The Qin emperor's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

The Shang emperor's teacup was suspended in mid-air; he forgot to bring it to his lips, and the tea spilled out and dripped onto his dragon robe without him even noticing.

Jiang Xuan looked up, his expression shifting from shock to solemnity, and then to awe.

He had cultivated himself for thousands of years and considered himself to be knowledgeable and experienced, but he had never seen anything like this before.

Jian Shisan tightened his grip on the sword slightly, his knuckles cracking.

A glint flashed in his eyes—a swordsman's thirst for power, and also a swordsman's recognition of the strong.

Qingyunzi tilted his head back, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time; his jaw was almost dislocated.

Long Zaitian tilted his head back, the burns on his face looking particularly gruesome in the sunlight.

But his eyes were full of light, as bright as light bulbs.

Yan Ruyu stood in the crowd, head tilted back, mouth slightly open, forgetting to close it.

A shameful thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

Master Xuanci stopped twirling his prayer beads, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha."

The sound was very soft, but everyone in the square could hear it clearly.

It wasn't because the sound was loud, it was because it was too quiet.

The demonic leaders turned pale.

The master of the Seven Luminaries Demon Palace had an unreadable expression on his face beneath the mask, but his fingers trembled violently inside his sleeve, like a leaf turning in the wind.

The Blood Fiend Sect Master's body beneath his red robe was trembling slightly. He bit his lip until blood seeped out, but he didn't even feel it.

Shi Tian, ​​a member of the Corpse Refining Sect, felt his calves cramp and his knees tremble.

Netherworld Sect...

They were all thinking about the same question—

If Lin Chen were to make a move against the demonic path, who could stop him?

The answer is clear: Nobody.

The area with the independent cultivators was even more lively.

Chen Cang held the wine gourd in mid-air, not putting it into his mouth for a long time.

He looked up at the giant and muttered, "My goodness, is this even human...?"

The young man next to him was already like a wooden statue, mouth agape, eyes wide open, completely motionless.

It was as if someone had cast a spell on me.

Lin Chen was unaware of what the people below were thinking. He raised his two huge hands and reached towards the crack.

Each finger was as thick as a palace, and the nails were as big as city gates.

Inserting ten fingers into the edge of the crack is like inserting them into a block of tofu—it's effortless and easy.

The crack trembled violently, then suddenly burst open.

Dark red light burst forth from the crack, like a volcanic eruption, illuminating half of the sky over Zhongzhou.

In that instant, everyone's face turned red.

Lin Chen's fingers gripped the edge of the crack and pulled it inward.

The void at the edge of the crack was torn apart like paper, making a piercing sound.

"Crunch—crunch—"

The sound was like someone scratching a blackboard with their fingernails, so loud that people in the square covered their ears.

The edges of the crack began to slowly close, and the dark red light weakened.

The red color in the sky above Tianyuan City is fading.

Like the receding tide, it changes from deep red to dark red, from dark red to light red, and from light red to grayish white.

Finally, patches of blue sky appeared, like a piece of glass that had been wiped clean.

Someone in the square exclaimed, "The crack is closing!"

The sound was shrill and piercing, as if it were coming from the brink of collapse.

With a sob in her voice, with a trembling tone, and with a sense of disbelief that she had survived a catastrophe.

Lin Chen's hands were trembling because the Law of Heaven and Earth consumed too much true energy.

He felt like his body was an overinflated balloon, ready to burst at any moment.

My veins are burning, my muscles are aching, and my bones are creaking.

True essence is being consumed rapidly, and the dantian is becoming empty at a visible speed.

He almost couldn't hold on, which nearly made him lose his composure.

But at this point, there's no way to back out.

With so many people watching and such a high level of prestige, if we give up halfway, it will be incredibly embarrassing.

We have to grit our teeth and hold on.

The veins on Lin Chen's forehead bulged, like giant dragons writhing beneath his skin, clearly visible.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, each drop as big as a washbasin.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—"

It crashed to the ground, creating large craters and sending dirt flying, just like a meteorite impact.

The crack is closing at an increasingly slower pace.

It almost came to a standstill at the last inch.

The dark red light struggled in the crack, like a snake whose tail had been stepped on, writhing desperately and refusing to disappear.

A hissing sound came from the crack, which sounded creepy.

Lin Chen gritted his teeth, exerted his strength, and roared:

"Mix it up!"

"boom--"

The entire sky trembled.

Then, the crack closed completely, like a wound being stitched up with the last stitch.

The last ray of dark red light flickered in the crevice, struggling unwillingly for a moment.

Then it went out completely.

The blue sky of Zhongzhou reappeared over Tianyuan City.

It's as blue as a gemstone, as blue as a mirror, as blue as if it had never been polluted.

The sunlight streamed down from the sky, warm and gentle, shining on everyone's face.

The light shone on those faces still bearing traces of tears.

The light shone on those faces still filled with fear.

The light shone on those faces that still held disbelief.

A moment of silence fell over the square.

Then a deafening cheer erupted.

"It's closed! It's really closed!" someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Young Master Lin is so domineering!"

Someone knelt down, hands clasped together, tears streaming down their face, muttering incessantly, it was unclear whether they were thanking Lin Chen or thanking God.

"We can finally get a good night's sleep!"

Someone looked up to the sky and howled, tears streaming down his face, a grown man crying like a child.

Zhang Yiyuan looked up at the closing crack and at the towering giant.

He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply.

Wu Huan bowed as well.

Master Xuanci's hands, which were twirling the prayer beads, returned to their normal speed, moving them one at a time, neither hurried nor slow.

His lips moved slightly, and he was reciting some unknown scripture.

But the two guardians noticed that the abbot's hands were trembling.

It's very light, very light.

……

Chen Cang brought the gourd of wine to his lips and took a big gulp.

The wine dripped down his chin and onto his clothes, but he didn't care at all.

His eyes remained fixed on the giant in the sky.

The young man next to him snapped out of his daze, his eyes shining like two lit light bulbs.

"Senior, Young Master Lin has succeeded!"

"Um."

"He's really amazing!"

"Um."

"I want to be like him when I grow up!"

Chen Cang glanced at the young man.

The young man's face was full of admiration and longing; he had seen that look in his eyes many times before, and he himself had had it when he was young.

"You have ambition, but you still need to have a clear understanding of yourself."

The young man muttered somewhat resentfully:

"My father said I have the potential to become a true ruler."

Chen Cang smiled.

Without saying it aloud, Lin Chen's strength, which he had just displayed, was probably beyond the reach of a True Monarch.

He swallowed the rest of his words along with the wine.