Chaos Spirit Field

Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed across the eyes of the Death Source God. She frowned slightly, looked at Zhao Shanhe beside her, and said in a deep voice, "Husband, is there anyone among the remaining contestants who can surpass Zhao Yunlong?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "Wife, things in this world are unpredictable. Who can say for sure? Please continue reading."

At this moment, Zhao Yunduo slowly woke up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and saw her second brother who had always protected her. Her heart was warmed. She was just about to admit defeat when Zhao Yunlong spoke first, "I admit defeat."

As the words fell, the surrounding space seemed to ripple, and the scene quietly shifted. Zhao Yunlong's frustration and frustration surged like a tide, and he secretly vowed to vent his emotions on his new opponent. When he saw his new opponent, he found that he was also an acquaintance, and a complex expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Wu Lajiao was stunned when she saw that her opponent was Zhao Yunlong. Then she quickly bowed and said, "Sister-in-law greets uncle."

Seeing this, Zhao Yunlong sighed helplessly and muttered to himself: "This luck is too bad. It's not right for an elder brother-in-law to hit his younger brother's wife." He slapped the hill, turning it into ashes, and then said helplessly: "I give up." After that, his figure gradually disappeared.

Wu Lajiao stood there, looking at the hill reduced to ash, her face filled with surprise for a long time. She had heard her husband say that Zhao Yunlong's strength was unfathomable, and that he was at least in the top three among the contestants. So it turned out to be true. But why did he suddenly admit defeat? She muttered to herself, "I just said hello, and I won. What on earth is going on?"

The Death Source God on the high platform was laughing so hard that his body shook. He could never have imagined such an ending. She said slowly, "Husband, Zhao Yunlong's luck is unmatched. He is truly unlucky."

Zhao Shanhe sighed softly upon hearing this, shook his head helplessly, and replied, "Who says it's not true? Sometimes luck is also a part of strength. It may seem illusory, but it can often influence the situation at critical moments."

Meanwhile, the previously silent Time Source Divine Venerable's expression shifted to a sour note. He mused to himself: "I'm a top-tier being, both in strength and intelligence, with few rivals in the world. But my luck is cursed. It's truly unfortunate." He glanced at Zhao Shanhe and seemed to understand something. He spoke, "Zhao Shanhe, your divine divination is truly brilliant! I underestimated you, but schemes and intrigues pale in comparison to strength."

Zhao Shanhe felt a bit depressed. The words he had used to teach his son were now being used to teach him. One could imagine the frustration he felt. His biggest worry was whether his son, Zhao Yunlong, could hold onto his original intention and resist assimilation. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and could only do his best and leave the rest to fate.

Losing four times means early elimination and the end of the match. Zhao Yunlong has already lost three times and cannot afford to lose again. His opponent this time is the Time God King of the Southern Divine Realm, and he should be able to defeat him easily.

Before the Time God King could even introduce himself, he was stunned by the barrage of punches. While painful, it wasn't fatal. He felt as if the opponent was venting his anger. He angrily said, "Zhao Yunlong, killing is the end of the world. You're far more powerful than me. Give me a quick death."

Zhao Yunlong looked at the Time God King, who had lost his human form, and said coldly, "I give up."

The Time God King looked at Zhao Yunlong, who had suddenly disappeared, feeling like he was dreaming. This victory had come so unexpectedly. Looking at the precious divine power beads on the ground, he felt that the pain in his body seemed worth it.

Zhao Yunlong lost four times and, as expected, was transported outside the Fortune Tower. He looked at Zhao Shanhe, surrounded by women on the high platform, and was filled with shock. Just then, the Source of Time, the God of Time, looked over. After a glance, the two seemed to reach an agreement and vanished from the sight of the gods.

The God of Death said seriously, "My husband, do you want to stop them? I can join forces with the God of Space."

Zhao Shanhe replied helplessly, "Zhao Yunlong has made up his mind, and the Source of Time God has already taken precautions. I'm only at the Divine King level, and I can't predict where they are. No matter what I do, it will be in vain."

On a dead star outside the divine realm, Zhao Yunlong and the Source of Time God stood facing each other. He said with a heavy face, "I'm ready. Let's merge."

The Source of Time Divine Venerable nodded slightly, his eyes gazing into the distance as he fell into a brief moment of contemplation. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "You possess the power of the past and future, while I only control the present. If I want to have any chance of victory in this contest, I'm afraid I'll need you to take the lead."

Hearing this, Zhao Yunlong couldn't help but look suspicious. He asked, "If we act this way, then there will only be Zhao Yunlong in this world, and the name of the Source of Time God will be lost. This matter is of great importance. Have you really thought it through?"

The Source of Time's God frowned and replied solemnly, "Zhao Shanhe once said that strength doesn't necessarily determine everything. You and I share the same origin, and there's no essential difference between us. If it were Hongjun, it would be a do-or-die battle. But if you were the one leading the charge, there's at least a glimmer of hope. In this situation, I simply don't dare gamble on that illusive luck."

For a moment, Zhao Yunlong was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. He had never imagined that his father, Zhao Shanhe, was so cunning and unfathomable, even capable of outmaneuvering the Time Source God. A deep sense of defeat washed over him like a tide, making it difficult for him to let go.

Time flowed quietly, and over the course of the years, Zhao Yunlong and the Time Source Divine Lord gradually merged into one. In truth, the two had always been inseparable, and their current fusion was merely a return to their original form.

Zhao Shanhe sat on the high platform, his heart restless for a long time. When he saw that the person coming was Zhao Yunlong, the heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. It seemed that his plan had worked.

The God of the Source of Death and the God of the Source of Space looked at each other, both of them feeling helpless. They looked at Zhao Shanhe at the same time, their hearts filled with shock.

Zhao Shanhe noticed the burning gazes of the two men. He said to the Source of Death God with a helpless look on his face, "Wife, the secret cannot be revealed. The future has infinite possibilities, and everyone has a chance."

The Source of Death God said coquettishly, "Husband, tell me who has the best chance."

Zhao Shanhe replied with a smile: "Anyway, it's not me. You forgot the oath I made."