Chapter Twelve: "It" Is Coming

Wang An’s eyes narrowed, a cold gleam flickering within them.

“Yu Qijiu, didn’t expect this, did you? If you surrender now and tell me where the goods are, you might still retain some dignity and even a slim chance of survival. But if you keep resisting stubbornly, you should know well, as a member of the God-Worshipping Cult, what the consequences will be.”

Yu Qijiu’s gaze was bloodshot, his eyes fixed on Wang An with a trace of disdain curling at his lips.

“I can sense it—the arrival of the supreme, magnificent being. All of us in the cult await this day. Ultimately, this world will be ours. Your time is running out!”

“Haha, you’re all grasshoppers after the autumn harvest; you won’t last much longer.”

“How about it? Are you afraid? Terrified? Only by joining us can humanity find its best path. Time will prove that we are right.”

His arrogant voice echoed through the room, prompting the other law enforcement officers to glare in anger.

“What?” Wang An’s voice rang out in shock, and he stepped forward swiftly, appearing before Yu Qijiu. Gripping Yu Qijiu’s neck, he demanded, “What did you just say? Say it again!”

“He is coming!” Yu Qijiu replied.

At this moment, Wang An’s earlier composure vanished, replaced instead by a hint of madness and a glimmer of fear deep in his eyes.

Yu Qijiu ignored Wang An, raising his head and looking toward the ceiling with profound reverence, as if some great presence resided there, commanding his utmost respect.

“Captain, calm down!” The others quickly pulled Wang An aside, their hearts weighed down by heaviness.

As members of the law enforcement team, they had dealt most with the God-Worshipping Cult over the past three years. Their understanding of the cult was thorough, which made the weight of Yu Qijiu’s words all the more staggering.

There’s an old saying: when the sky falls, there will always be someone tall enough to hold it up. But before “Him,” even the legendary figures of the Great Xuan might not be considered tall.

That was why Wang An had lost his composure so suddenly.

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Wang An took a deep breath, steadying his emotions. He glanced at Yu Qijiu, then turned to the others.

“Do you believe what he said?”

After a brief silence, they all shook their heads.

“I don’t think it’s credible!” one officer said firmly.

“Captain, think about it. The God-Worshipping Cult is just a general name. We know of dozens of branches, not counting those lurking in the shadows. With so many factions, all with different origins, why should ‘He’ come? There are beings stronger than Him, you know.”

Another nodded in agreement: “Exactly. Even if someone were to come, why would it be Him?”

Wang An frowned. He had thought of this too, but Yu Qijiu’s demeanor didn’t seem deceitful. Could it be that what he said was not an exaggeration?

“Captain, even if He wants to come, it won’t be anytime soon. The distance between Him and the Xuan Star is tens of millions of light-years. By the time He arrives, we’ll likely be reduced to dust. So whether He comes or not doesn’t affect us much. Let future generations deal with this problem.”

“Besides, with such a long wait before His arrival, if something happens to the Xuan Star, we won’t have to worry at all.”

“Bullshit! What nonsense are you spouting?” Wang An felt increasingly uneasy listening to the officer’s words. Without thinking, he gave the man a sharp smack on the head.

“Ah…” The officer clutched his head, crouching down in pain.

“Hahaha! Xiao Chen is right. These things aren’t ours to worry about,” the others chimed in, the room filling with a lighter, more cheerful atmosphere, the earlier tension dissipated.

Seeing this, Wang An relaxed somewhat and then looked at the crouching officer.

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“Don’t forget what He truly is. Our understanding of Him is far too limited. What if the distance we imagine is only a few steps to Him? I wonder if you’d still be so optimistic.”

“Captain, don’t scare me. I don’t even have a girlfriend yet. If I die now, that’d be a huge loss.”

The man’s face was full of misery.

Wang An sneered. Such weakness over a mere girlfriend!

“Without a woman in your heart, only then can you naturally draw your sword like a god.”

“All right! Whether this information is true or false, report it up the chain of command. Let the bigwigs have headaches over it!”

“Looks like the promised holiday won’t be happening. Keep a close watch on this guy—no accidents.”

After giving his orders, Wang An hurried away.

The others wore grave expressions. The captain’s words had unsettled them all.

…

Days passed in the blink of an eye. Though it was already autumn in August and September, the sun still burned with summer’s heat.

During these days, because Chen Xian had just entered the Ming Jin stage, though the weather remained clear, he did not train in martial arts as usual.

Since registering, his senior year had begun, with very few classes to attend each day.

Thus, Chen Xian spent most of his time studying the Dragon-Tiger Dan Scripture, preparing to switch to this martial truth classic.

The Dragon-Tiger Dan Scripture was indeed profound and vast. Even with good talent and the help of annotations, mastering the early sections required considerable time.

Chen Xian’s mind had long been absorbed by the martial scripture, leaving no room to care about the outside world.

He was completely unaware of the recent capture of the Jiangzhou bandit and the official statement that had stirred much public discussion.