0p0 Chapter 2359
Chapter 2359
On the life-or-death arena, the atmosphere had long since broken free from the previous despair and oppression, and was instead enveloped in a wave of fervent gratitude.
Those retail investors who were prepared to bear millions of years of debt, or even to pay off their debts with their own bodies, were all deeply moved at this moment, and their eyes were full of admiration as they looked at Chen Xuan.
No one could have predicted that this victor, who had crushed all the geniuses, would actually wipe away this enormous debt that was enough to shake the resources of half a realm.
Such a gesture not only demonstrates magnanimity but also a profound understanding of the rules of the cultivation world.
The cultivators present, including those at the Void Reversal, Celestial Immortal, and even True Immortal levels, were all secretly amazed: if this debt were fully recovered, the Flame Dragon Realm would be incredibly wealthy, and would never have to worry about cultivation resources for an entire era.
But they didn't understand that behind this "sacrifice" was Chen Xuan's accurate prediction of the crisis.
Although Zi Chen and Jue Wuqing were still playfully bickering, the playfulness had long since faded from their brows, leaving only a deep frown and inner anxiety.
Both of them were immortal kings who had lived for countless years, and they understood better than anyone the principle that "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."
A bet of 700 million Chaos Units is enough to attract the covetous eyes of First-Class Immortal Kings and God Kings.
If he continues to fixate on the 35x odds, Chen Xuan will inevitably become the target of everyone in the entire Boundless City, making countless powerful enemies.
Soon, a battle for the destiny of the two great civilizations will take place. If someone secretly sabotages them, Chen Xuan and his Daoist companions and relatives may be doomed.
Chen Xuan had already figured this out. The seven hundred million bet on the screen was the limit; any more would be fatal. It was better to go with the flow, using a debt to gain favor with everyone present—that was the long-term solution.
He could clearly feel the almost pleading gazes of the Immortal Kings and God Kings from the three realms—the settlement was not yet complete, and the isolation array would not be dispelled, trapping them inside, unable to advance or retreat.
But Chen Xuan did not respond immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze to Chi Mang, who stood with his head bowed, his aura weak but his back still straight, and said in a calm tone: "I, Chen Xuan, am not a pedantic person. For this bet, I only need you three realms to pay 10% of the 35-fold odds. How about it?"
These words struck Chi Mang like a thunderbolt. He looked up abruptly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which was then replaced by intense arrogance.
He clenched his fists, straightened his back even more, and said in a hoarse but firm voice, "No need. I, Winged Mang, can afford to lose! If I can't pay it off in a million years, then I'll pay it off in ten million years; if I can't pay it off in this lifetime, then my descendants will continue it. I will not owe a single cent of this debt!"
Chen Xuan gave him a deep look, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes—such pride truly makes him a standout among the younger generation of the Nine Springs Realm.
He said no more, and instead swept his gaze over Mengdie and the more than twenty holy sons and daughters of the Heavenly Demon and the Upper Realm.
These people lacked the courage of Chi Mang and dared not gamble with the fate of their clan. They bowed and nodded, their expressions filled with awe: "Thank you for your leniency, Senior Brother Chen Xuan. We agree."
"Sign a debt contract." The True Immortal Puppet raised its hand and waved it. Several contracts formed from the Eternal Dao of Ink and Water slowly emerged. The Dao patterns flowed and radiated the pressure of divine soul imprints, landing in front of the holy sons and daughters.
Without hesitation, everyone focused their attention and used their fingertips to draw their seals with their own blood, leaving an indelible mark of their lives.
This compromise did not draw the scorn of powerful beings; on the contrary, everyone understood—the survival of a race for millions of years was far more important than a moment's pride.
Just as Chen Xuan was about to declare the battle over, Chi Mang's unwilling voice rang out again, filled with confusion about the Great Dao:
“Brother Chen Xuan, I am filled with resentment and confusion about this battle. We are both at the Celestial Immortal Realm. You are a human, while I am a direct descendant of the Winged Clan and possess the bloodline of the Golden Crow Emperor. Why... why did I suffer such a complete defeat?”
This question echoed the sentiments of everyone present.
The powerful figures inside and outside the arena held their breath. Even the white crane holding the Bright Moon Guiding Token and standing quietly by the formation, as well as the woman in the shadows wearing a flowing cloud and phoenix feather dress with her face covered by a yellow veil, quietly focused their attention, waiting for Chen Xuan's answer.