Super God Golden Crow Record

Chapter 38 The Proud Lion Makes His Oath

January passed in the blink of an eye.

Rengar's progress is visible to the naked eye.

Every night, he would obediently sit cross-legged on the bluestone, his face flushed red, and with all his might, he would pull a wisp of cool and gentle energy from the moonlight.

Although he could only hold on for thirty breaths each time before collapsing into a limp, lifeless lion-shaped pancake, his stubborn determination to fight to the bitter end was so strong that even Zhao Chen couldn't help but take a second look at him.

That evening, Rengar had just jumped down from the bluestone, his beastly eyes shining brightly, his tail swishing lightly behind him.

"Brother, I want to go hunting today!"

Zhao Chen leaned against a tree trunk not far away and glanced at him indifferently.

The mischievous kids even went hunting.

"What kind of hunting?"

"There's a rabbit nearby, I can smell it." Rengar licked his paw, his tone full of confidence. "I can catch it myself!"

Zhao Chen pondered for a moment. Over the past month, the pursuers' presence had vanished without a trace. This planet was remote and peaceful, posing no fatal danger. Letting this little guy practice his skills would be appropriate.

"Don't go too far."

"Okay!"

The little guy cheered and dashed into the dense forest, his tiny figure disappearing instantly among the branches and leaves.

An hour later, the little guy returned dragging a wild rabbit that was even bigger than himself. He was covered in mud, but he held his head high and his face was full of pride.

"Look, brother!"

Zhao Chen glanced at the plump rabbit, then looked at Rengar's thin but upright body, and nodded slightly.

"good."

Rengar's tail instantly rose high, and he clumsily but earnestly began the skinning process.

Zhao Chen didn't interfere, but just watched quietly from the side, occasionally offering a few pointers. Half an hour later, the rabbit was roasted until its skin was slightly charred and its aroma filled the air. Rengar devoured it, his mouth greasy, looking completely satisfied.

After eating and drinking his fill, he suddenly quieted down, looked up, and gazed at the dark and deep night sky.

"Big brother, were those void creatures you mentioned encountering before very powerful?"

Zhao Chen glanced sideways slightly: "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Rengar reached out and touched the scabbed scars on his body—most were from wounds inflicted by wild animals while he was a wanderer, or marks left from accidental falls. Only one scar stood out, a deep, gruesome cut running diagonally from his left shoulder down his back, revealing the bone.

"I think I encountered one before." His tone was calmer than that of a three-year-old cub. "It was very large, completely black, and its claws were terrifyingly sharp. I was lucky enough to hide in a small burrow, which it couldn't get into, and it stayed with me for two days before leaving."

Zhao Chen looked at him.

"Want revenge?"

Rengar nodded emphatically, his eyes shining with an astonishing light, burning with an indomitable flame.

"When I grow up, I'm going to find it and kill it with my own hands!"

Zhao Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Then practice hard."

"Um!"

Rengar responded forcefully, immediately got up from the ground, ran back to the bluestone, sat cross-legged again, and continued to grit his teeth and draw in the moonlight, unwilling to waste a single moment.

Zhao Chen gazed at his small figure, lost in thought.

He could roughly guess what this little guy would grow up to be like. In his fragmented memories from his previous life, he would indeed become a powerful figure known as the "Pride Hunter," who would enjoy hunting powerful individuals and would be an irreconcilable nemesis with a Void creature named Kha'Zix.

But that's all in the distant future.

At this moment, Rengar is just a three-year-old lion cub. He collapses when he's exhausted after training, and when he's rested enough, he continues to fight to the death. Occasionally, he catches a wild rabbit and excitedly returns to show it off.

Simple, pure, and incredibly resilient.

Zhao Chen withdrew his gaze, slowly closed his eyes, and calmed his mind to regulate his breathing.

-

Another half month passed.

The pursuers' presence vanished completely, leaving no trace. Zhao Chen activated his Fiery Eyes of Truth to scan the starry sky; within a million miles, there was not a single person, not even a shadow of an angel.

It's time to leave.

Standing up, Zhao Chen looked at Rengar, who was still diligently cultivating on the bluestone.

The little guy's progress is becoming increasingly astonishing; he can now independently draw upon the moonlight for fifty breaths. Although he is still completely exhausted after each cultivation session, his recovery speed is much faster than before.

"Rengar".

The little lion immediately opened its eyes and leaped off the bluestone.

"Big brother?"

"I'm leaving."

Rengar froze, the joy on his face fading slowly. He lowered his head, his claws unconsciously drawing names on the ground. After a long silence, he finally uttered a single word.

"oh."

Zhao Chen looked at his dejected appearance and spoke softly.

"I have other things to do. Do you want to come along?"

Rengar suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a brilliant light, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"May I?"

Zhao Chen smiled slightly.

"If you can keep up, then follow along."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Chen turned around and took a step forward. The Golden Crow Escape Light suddenly erupted, transforming into a dazzling golden light that shot straight into the sky and instantly ascended into the air.

Behind him, Rengar sprinted frantically, his four paws digging wildly at the ground, but in just a few breaths, he was left far behind. He jumped up and down in desperation, shouting loudly at the sky.

"Big brother! Where will I find you now!"

From the distant horizon, Zhao Chen's calm voice pierced through the clouds and reached his ears.

"Once you become stronger, you'll naturally be able to see me."

Rengar froze on the spot, then clenched his claws tightly, his eyes burning with an indomitable fighting spirit.

"Okay! I will definitely become stronger! I will personally kill the monster that hurt me! Then I will go find my big brother!"

In the mountains and forests, a small but determined lion cub, facing the boundless night sky, made the most steadfast vow of his life.

High above the distant starry sky, the golden light that Zhao Chen had transformed into had already pierced the sky and disappeared into the depths of the starry sea.

But Rengar knew.

One day, he will encounter that light again.

-

Three days later, on the northern border.

A desolate planet called "Shattered Star" is so lifeless that even the winds of the starry sea are unwilling to linger.

Zhao Chen sat cross-legged on a meteorite, his body exuding the terrifying aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage. He had originally planned to go into seclusion in the starry sky, waiting for his cultivation to break through, and then launch a new round of bloody cleansing against the Angelic Civilization—using the essence and blood of countless holy angels as stepping stones for him to reach the pinnacle.

Then he will be the hunter, and the angels will be the prey.

But a sudden ambush disrupted all plans.

At that moment, a lone second-generation divine angel encountered Zhao Chen and turned to flee. Zhao Chen flicked his finger, and an invisible magical force directly immobilized the opponent's body.

With the intention of understanding the angel's deployment, he used the Earthly Fiend Soul Searching Technique to forcibly extract the other party's memories, and the memories inside made Zhao Chen slightly startled.

"...By order of King Hua Ye, Keisha Hoffman, a remnant of the Hoffman family, is to be immediately transferred to the heavy punishment zone of the Heavenly Prison!"

"That woman? I heard she's incredibly tough. Half a month has passed, they've tried all sorts of torture instruments, and she hasn't uttered a single word. The Hoffman family is almost wiped out, but she's got a stubborn bone!"

"A deadly formation has been set up at the Heavenly Prison! Two commanders are stationed there, and generals patrol outside. Even an elder would be in deep trouble if he tried to break in!"

The memory abruptly ended.

Zhao Chen hovered in the void above the shattered stars, holding the still-warm corpse of the angel in his hand.

Keisha Hoffman.

This name, like a needle, pierced his original tranquility.

Information about the Angelic Civilization flashed through his mind. It was the name of a woman who was still considered a rebel, a defiant figure who maintained the highest nobility throughout the dark history of the Angelic race. Legend had it that she would rather break than bend, and would never bow down to Hua Ye, even if she suffered endless torment.

A faint, cold smile appeared on Zhao Chen's lips.

Having witnessed all the darkness, he admired this kind of indomitable spirit the most.

Moreover, he still vividly remembered Keisha from his previous life. Rather than engaging in tedious seclusion on Shattered Star, he might as well go to Heavenly City Star and venture into this den of dragons and tigers.

Change the plan.

Zhao Chen's eyes sharpened like knives.

Without the slightest hesitation, he disposed of the corpse, turned around, and left Shattered Star.

Three days.

This is the time it took him to cross the star field from the North and arrive at the Tiancheng Star Defense Line.

At this moment, Zhao Chen is hiding in the asteroid belt on the outer edge of Tiancheng Star.

That pale golden planet, like a temple suspended in the center of a sea of ​​stars, was shrouded in an impenetrable, sacred protective shield. Unlike before, today Tiancheng Star resembled a lurking behemoth, every inch of its airspace filled with the shadows of angelic fleets. Shuttle ships entering and leaving the port had to pass through seventeen security checks; the density of airspace patrols was five times that of usual.

The defenses were formidable, making it impregnable.

But Zhao Chen looked at all this without any fear in his eyes; instead, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

What he needs is precisely this kind of high-difficulty challenge.

Zhao Chen did not choose to force his way in. He was not a reckless man.

His gaze swept across the asteroid belt, locking onto a small cargo ship undergoing slow repairs. The ship's shields were damaged, it was awaiting resupply, and its defenses were the most vulnerable.

The operation begins.

Zhao Chen approached the ship's hull like a ghost. With his invisibility fully activated, he landed silently outside the bridge.

A barely perceptible wisp of magical power gathered at his fingertips, and he flicked it gently.

"Certainly."

Inside the bridge, the technician operating the control panel froze, as if his soul had been ripped away, and collapsed straight down.

Zhao Chen moved swiftly, instantly entering the bridge. He placed his palm on the corpse's brow, silently activating the Soul Searching Technique.

All the information about the cargo ship—its routes, access codes, even the captain's daily routine and fingerprints—rushed into Zhao Chen's mind in an instant. He devoured the memories of the living and also stole their identities.

The next second, the Disguise Technique was activated.

His face contorted and reformed, his aura completely altered, and Zhao Chen instantly transformed into the deceased technician. He swaggered to the control panel, entered permission commands, and even deliberately coughed twice to mimic the other man's voice.

"Inspection complete, temporary repairs completed, ready to set sail."

Zhao Chen spoke calmly into the communicator.

The patrol fleet's scanning beam swept across, the identification code passed, and the green light lit up.

"Permission to enter the port is granted."

A small cargo ship brazenly entered the inner airspace of Tiancheng Star.

-

Tiancheng Star, on the edge of the inner city, atop the sacred mountain.

The towering city walls are built of black divine stone, engraved with runes used to suppress rebels. This is the forbidden land of the Angelic Civilization, and also the execution ground where Hua Ye purged dissidents—the Heavenly Prison.

Zhao Chen did not show himself directly.

Before the cargo ship landed, he took advantage of the chaos to evacuate the ship through underground pipes. At this moment, he was transformed into a pitch-black owl, circling along the outer wall of the prison.

This is a restricted area.

The area was surrounded by sensor arrays, with a squad of golden-armored angels patrolling every ten feet. Any high-concentration energy fluctuations would invite certain death.

Zhao Chen did not rush in. He concealed all his aura and, relying on his Fiery Eyes of Truth, took in every inch of the prison's structure, the trajectory of every guard, and even the tidal changes in the array's energy.

This observation lasted for two days.

He calculated the gaps in the guard shifts and found the weakest point in the sealing formation's energy.

Zhao Chen was waiting.

Waiting for the perfect moment.

Late on the third night, the stars and moon were completely obscured by thick clouds, and the world fell into a deathly silence where one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

The wind stopped, and the clouds settled.

The moment Zhao Chen hovered above the Heavenly Prison, his aura instantly changed.

It was a sense of oppression, as deep as the Dead Sea and as still as an abyss.

Invisibility activated at full power.

Earth-based technique activated.

Zhao Chen's figure instantly dissolved into the air, and the hard divine stone ground beneath his feet automatically receded to both sides like flowing water, revealing a bottomless, pitch-black passage.

He seemed to have become part of the earth, silently seeping into the heart of this prison.