Tang Zhen completely disappeared after leaving such a baffling statement, leaving Hong Dali and the others dumbstruck, not knowing what to make of the situation.

This Tang Zhen was indeed very strong, extremely strong. Even the strongest Lieutenant General Lei Zhe among those present had no confidence in defeating him at all. It was obvious Tang Zhen was not here to kill anyone. The feeling he gave was that he just came to look around.

Considering both parties’ positions, was that possible?

“Dali, why exactly has this Tang Zhen come?” Tang Muxin was still confused. She asked curiously, “It’s clear that he’s not a friend. But he doesn’t feel like an enemy. The most important thing is that I didn’t feel hostility from him and did not find him annoying. It’s strange…”

Devil Lord Tang Zhen, the strongest from the Cultivation dimension, a god-like opponent. Who would have thought that he was someone like that?

Everything showed that this was a very special person.

“This Tang Zhen…” Hong Dali laughed and shook his head helplessly. “It seems I’m in trouble. This old guy probably treats me as his opponent. Of course, that will be in the future.”

“Har? It can’t be, Dali. Really?” Tang Muxin was a little afraid. “But we won’t be able to defeat him.”

Rubbish. Who would be able to defeat someone like that? He could even tell that Hong Dali and Gu Feifei were different from the others. From his strange actions, it would not be surprising if he knew about Hong Dali’s System. The only thing worth being happy about was that he probably had yet to figure out the origin of his System.

From the statement that Tang Zhen left behind, Hong Dali was certain that Tang Zhen would give him time. He would wait for him to advance so he could become a worthy opponent.

Terrifying magnanimous manner. In order to search for a worthy opponent, he was willing to cultivate one actively.

“Dali, you mean that Tang Zhen just wants a worthy opponent?” Lei Zhe was experienced, after all. He quickly caught on. Although he said that, was Hong Dali really a worthy opponent? Could he make it? Tang Zhen was someone who had 30 million battle power in one finger. What level was Hong Dali now?

Even those young officers who did not even dare to breathe loudly before could not believe it. They whispered to each other, “This can’t be, right? Cultivate this Hong Dali to become a worthy opponent? Is this Hong Dali really so capable?” “Who knows? But this Tang Zhen is really a god-like character. Did you realize, when he sat there drinking, I could not even detect his exact location.” “Of course. He seems to be between illusion and reality. I’m certain that if we attack him, we will only be able to hit his illusion. On the other hand, he will probably be able to kill us just by moving his finger.” “Such an opponent is terrifying!”

Li Longfei, who was among the crowd, was finally able to breathe.

When Tang Zhen sat there not doing anything, it was sufficient to make his heart pound. The pressure was like a giant dragon standing in front of a mouse.

“Wealth, authority, beauty, status. These were insignificant to Tang Zhen,” Hong Dali said with certainty. “In short, he’s a martial arts fanatic, or rather, an invincible warrior. He’s only after one thing—to achieve greater power. Perhaps he wishes to achieve the strength of a Dimension Master, or even stronger. He’s actually quite pitiful. It must be quite lonely being at the top of the game, he can’t even find someone who can defeat him. It’s tragic.”

When Hong Dali finished speaking, everyone sucked in a cold breath.

Could not find someone to defeat him. What kind of state did one need to be able to achieve it? Was there really such a person in this world?

“Alright, everyone. There’s no need to be too worried.” Hong Dali touched his chin and thought for a while. Then, he said with certainty, “Tang Zhen does not intend on going head-on with us now. But minor losses are unavoidable. My task now is to minimize the losses as much as possible. Everyone, get ready and pay attention to the movements of the Cultivators.”

It was the first time Hong Dali wanted to fight someone properly. Because this time, his opponent was Tang Zhen, the strongest warrior from the cultivation dimension, Devil Lord Tang Zhen!

…

In the vast universe, a lonely figure was walking slowly in the starry sky.

He might be here one moment and on a barren planet the next. With the blink of an eye, he could have gone to the edge of a stellar system, watching the vast ice plains under little light in the dark.

Devil Lord Tang Zhen.

He walked aimlessly in the universe this way and could span several light-years in a flash. Powerful, lonely, and unsuccessful in seeking for a defeat. This was the deep impression he left others.

At this moment, Tang Zhen looked at the star in the starry sky that would not fall, his expression sullen, as he murmured, “The sunlight refracts from the White Horse Lake, Ziling1 is beautiful like a brocade as the mythical bird soars. Ziling ah, Ziling. It’s been 3,000 years since our first meeting. Three thousand years, time passed like the flick of a finger…”

Tang Zhen’s expression gradually turned gentle as he murmured. A picture appeared in his mind.

Three thousand years ago, in the world where he was originally from.

Birds flew over the dark-blue sky, the green grass was like a carpet, the mountains were high. On the top of a small hill, a slender and delicate silhouette was wrapped in a snow-white silk suit. Her hair flowed with the wind freely.

Her name was Ziling. She was the only woman Tang Zhen had ever loved.

“Tang Zhen, I’m afraid I have to leave you,” Ye Ziling said gently without turning her head. “It may be for a moment or a lifetime. Don’t miss me, okay?”

Tang Zhen’s imposing body stood beside her. He did not ask her for a reason nor a result and only replied one word. “Okay.”

Then, silence.

After a while, Tang Zhen suddenly asked, “If you don’t return, this Tang will kill everyone and bury them with you.”

“No!” Hearing that, Ye Ziling’s delicate body trembled. Tears flowed down her beautiful eyes as she said, “This is my fate. This has nothing to do with anyone else. Don’t implicate others, okay?”

“Okay.” Tang Zhen nodded. “If you say so, I won’t kill anyone. But, Ziling, is it impossible to change one’s fate? I don’t believe it. We just have to think of an idea for everything to work out.”

“Perhaps others’ fate can be changed. But not mine.” Ye Ziling leaned gently in Tang Zhen’s arms. Her expression was helpless and a little sad. “I’m not afraid of death. What I’m afraid of is after I die, you will be alone for life. Promise me, Tang Zhen, if I don’t return, find another woman worthy of your love and treat her as well as you treat me, okay?”

“Fate, haha. Fate…” Tang Zhen looked up and gazed at the ever-changing sunset. He sighed. “What controls our fate? God? Or the Devil?”

“I don’t know, either.” Ye Ziling shook her head and sighed. “I only know I cannot escape from my fate.”

Tang Zhen looked into Ye Ziling’s deep, beautiful eyes intensely and said gently, “Ziling, if you really cannot return, I’ll go look for the so-called Way to Heaven. Okay?”

“Since you’ve said that, what more can I say?” Ye Ziling laughed sadly and said, “The Devil Lord’s words are usually serious. If you said you will look for it, you will definitely go. But, Tang Zhen, don’t try too hard. I just want you to live well.”

“Alright, I promise you.” Tang Zhen looked up in the sky and sighed deeply. “I knew our relationship will be such when we first met ten years ago. Your heartbeat is racing. Tell me everything you want to say. I’m afraid time is running out.”

“I can’t hide from you, indeed.” Ye Ziling closed her eyes slowly and mumbled. “Tang Zhen, can you promise me one last thing?”

“En, tell me.” Tang Zhen nodded.

Ye Ziling finally turned around and kissed gently on Tang Zhen’s cheek. “Leave the Pugilistic World for six hundred years. Let it have a chance to take a breath. With you around, it will be tough for others to have a chance to improve.”

Devil Lord Tang Zhen had been in the Pugilistic World for three hundred years without a single worthy opponent. He had wiped out all the masters in both the righteous and wicked paths. It was thanks to Ye Ziling that the Pugilistic World had a chance to take a breather.

Although Tang Zhen had the power to stop children from crying at night, Ye Ziling knew that Tang Zhen would definitely be able to live up to these words:

Dominate the world, Love as deep as the ocean.

“Ziling…” Thinking up to this point, Tang Zhen’s glare turned fierce as he mumbled. “Shuraba, humph! This Tang shall wait to see who is the person who created this Shuraba!”

At this moment, a man wearing a long blue gown appeared beside him. Tang Zhen asked calmly, “It seems that the battle with the Demon race is not smooth.” The young man was stunned. He was not sure if Tang Zhen was making a statement or asking a question. Tang Zhen said, “You were a little hesitant when you came. Your mood was clearly affected. If it’s not because of the battle, you will not appear this way.”

The young man said respectfully, “The reason why I’m so heavy-hearted is also that I’m afraid I might have disturbed you.”

Tang Zhen smiled. “I saw your perseverance when I chose to accept you as my disciple. If disturbing me made you so hesitant, how could I have approved of you? The way I see it, the results you got from the battle must have been unsatisfactory, thus you are behaving this way.”

1 Name of a person, also means purple water caltrop.