Chapter 729: Son of Fate

However, Zhongjie Daozhu was not as composed as Li Heng.

During the period when Li Heng was fishing, killing, and harvesting, he had been observing Li Heng, hoping to analyze an answer from it, but he had gained nothing.

Even when the killing quota was met again and he stopped the Zhanchang to intervene against Li Heng, he still could not reach an answer.

"The killing quota is full this time; I am returning to seclude myself."

Li Heng bid farewell to Zhongjie Daozhu. This time, he focused intently on fishing, harvesting a total of over one hundred billion Golden Source Points. Although it was not enough to allow him to make the next breakthrough, it was enough for him to digest for a good while, so there was no need to be in such a rush.

"What exactly did he harvest?"

Watching Li Heng return to seclude himself, Zhongjie Daozhu furrowed his brows and muttered to himself. He considered many possibilities but quickly dismissed them; in the end, he did not reach a single answer.

At this moment, he even thought about undergoing an ultimate sublimation to know this answer with the full might of a Dao Lord.

But in the end, he gave up.

The price of ultimate sublimation was too high; it was not worth paying such a tragic price for a mere answer. Moreover, ultimate sublimation might not even succeed.

However, this Li Heng would not stop fishing.

He also had enough time to conduct investigations and observations.

Zhongjie Daozhu also faded away, and the Zhanchang began to operate once more, beginning the slaughter, following the will of Zhongjie Daozhu to screen for upper-level Emperors, the Supreme beings capable of entering the Shikong Jintou.

Something is wrong, very wrong!

In a Zhongwei Zhanchang, Li Qianjun looked at everything around him in a daze, feeling extremely suspicious in his heart.

Why was his luck so good now?

At first, with the help of that senior, he had survived nine deaths and one life, but he had still endured various dangers and successfully reached his destination, arriving at the Shikong Jintou, this vast and boundless Zhanchang, becoming a very insignificant mortal in the Lower Battlefield.

Then, he began to have bad luck.

Others kept ambushing him and plotting against him, seemingly filled with a natural malice toward him, making him witness all the wickedness of the world in a short period.

With almost everyone around him targeting him, he fell into an almost certain death trap and was about to fall under the siege of the crowd.

But for some reason, he ultimately survived.

And after surviving, his luck changed from extremely poor to extremely good. No! It could not even be simply called extremely good; it was more like being a favorite of Heaven, the Son of Fate of this Zhanchang!

The specific manifestation was that after walking just a few steps, he would encounter pills, treasures, and even cultivation techniques left behind by other experts; it could be called a continuous stream of good fortune, with everything going his way.

In this state where Heaven and Earth worked in his favor, he muddled his way into meeting the kill count, proved his strength to the entire Zhanchang, and directly promoted to the Zhongwei Zhanchang.

After arriving at the Zhongwei Zhanchang, his good luck was further strengthened.

Just a moment ago, a dying King-level expert suddenly fell from the sky and landed beside him. Then, ignoring his objections, the expert passed all of his life's power to him.

And he had checked carefully several times; there were no traps.

This left him completely stunned; could he be dreaming? Perhaps he was still in that desperate situation of certain death, and everything now was just a fantasy before his death?

He suddenly felt that the World had an unreal feeling.

By what virtue did he deserve such good fortune?

Moreover, he also knew a supreme truth.

That is, the gifts bestowed by Fate have long been marked with a price in the dark; there is no free lunch in the world, no groundless misfortune, and no groundless good luck. After this misfortune and good luck, he must pay for something.

It was just that he did not know what he would pay.

This great Unknown made him very panicked.

"Hey, are you alright? Zoning out in the middle of a Zhanchang!"

Suddenly, an attack struck toward him, only to be blocked by someone else beside him. He hurriedly regained his senses and looked at the person who had helped him, instantly stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Too similar, too similar!

Regardless of aura or appearance, it was too similar to that person from back then!

But he knew that person was no longer there, had already completely passed away; that person would not appear here. This might just be a joke Fate was playing on him, just a coincidence.

"Many thanks, Miss... Fellow Daoist, for your help."

He bowed to the woman who had helped him.

"No need, it was just a small effort; I just found you pleasing to the eye and helped you along the way. However, in this chaotic Zhanchang, I can help you for a moment, but I cannot help you for a lifetime. Looking at you, you must have just promoted from the Lower Battlefield, right? Then you must be careful; the Zhongwei Zhanchang is not like the Lower Battlefield; it is much more dangerous!"

"And you must pay attention to one phenomenon."

"That is, every once in a while, a mysterious person who strolls through the Zhanchang will appear in the Zhongwei Zhanchang. You must absolutely not provoke that mysterious person, do you hear! Anyone who wants to make a move against that mysterious person, no matter how strong they are, is already dead now!"

After the woman finished speaking, she ignored Li Qianjun and continued to kill enemies.

Li Qianjun nodded blankly, watching the woman walk away. Then, realizing something, he gritted his teeth and hurriedly chased after her. He did not know why he was chasing after her, but he felt he should do so.

At Li Heng's place of seclusion, he watched this scene, feeling somewhat surprised.

"Say, is my fishing that obvious? To think I was actually remembered by someone. With so many King-level experts in the Zhongwei Zhanchang, how many have I even killed, and already someone has an impression of me?"

"My Lord, I think it is indeed a bit obvious."

The Wudao Gong artifact spirit nearby could not help but speak up.

"Besides, isn't that Li Qianjun? So he is still alive. But why are you paying attention to him, My Lord? And what is that kid doing? Getting all worked up the moment he meets a woman!"

He gave a very sharp critique of Li Qianjun.

"That is the effect I want."

"In some worldviews, emotion is the only miracle. Although this viewpoint cannot be generalized within the Great Void, it does indeed have a certain reference value."

"What is it they say, 'Forever losing my love, looking around at the ruin'?"

The great director Li smiled and spoke.

The Wudao Gong artifact spirit could not help but shiver. He muttered to himself, fortunately, it was not him who was being targeted by Li Heng. Otherwise, he would probably be played to death without even knowing what was going on.

"Actually, you don't have to think that way; I have also targeted you."

Li Heng looked at the Wudao Gong artifact spirit with a smile.

"This, this, let's not, I have already called you My Lord."

"Could you please just spare this little one?"

The artifact spirit of Wudao Gong felt his heart stiffen; he spoke with great difficulty and hurriedly began to beg for mercy, showing no backbone at all. Although he had no scalp, he felt a sensation of his scalp tingling.

"Oh? Are you truly certain?"

"This is an opportunity that could allow you to meet your master."

"Are you certain you want to give it up?"

A devilish smile hung on the corners of Li Heng's mouth...