I Became Invincible After Sweeping The Floor For 70 Years Chapter 883 -: The Call for Help

Had Qin Chen known who this belonged to, he would have recognized it as the legendary corpse of an expert who had ascended to the Supreme realm countless eons ago.

The remains had yet to decay, radiating a terrifying vitality as if poised to awaken at any moment. Clutched in its hand was a sword, undoubtedly extraordinary and potent, its formidable aura completely suppressed by the corpse, preventing its release.

This was the mightiest quasi-emperor, slain by an unknown entity just as he was on the cusp of reaching the Supreme realm. Incredibly, his corpse continued to grow, forming the Heaven-leading River, which relentlessly expanded. It was now a hundred times its previous size.

“I am Shan Wuling, a disciple of the Xuanjian Sect. Help me…”

The corpse itself uttered these words, astonishing Qin Chen. Was this corpse beneath the Heaven-leading River truly this formidable? It defied his comprehension. How could someone maintain such a state of being after death? Could it be resurrected if freed from the river?

Qin Chen entertained this possibility, considering that such a powerful being likely had numerous contingency plans. As for the Xuanjian Sect, Qin Chen had never encountered it before, suggesting the ancient human’s sect had likely perished. He had met many disciples from prominent sects and factions within the demon race’s forbidden ground, but none were from the Xuanjian Sect.

“…I was wounded by a Supreme during my breakthrough. If you can save me or relay my message to the Xuanjian Sect, I shall reward you handsomely!”

Qin Chen approached the lifeless form. It appeared this corpse was the entity that had drawn his consciousness into the Heaven-leading River.

“Supreme?”

Recalling Daoist Eastern Wolf’s earlier account, Qin Chen’s heart pounded. Could this corpse be the source of the Heaven-leading River? Was it the fabled quasi-emperor who met his end while attempting to reach the Supreme realm? Or perhaps he had survived that cataclysmic event but was now ensnared?

This thought sent a jolt of alarm through Qin Chen. Had this individual successfully broken through, he would undoubtedly be a Supreme. Given that he could contend with a Supreme while still in the quasi-emperor realm, he would have been an elite among Supremes had his breakthrough been successful.

The corpse continued to speak. Perhaps this was the reason the Heaven-leading River drew people in—an ancient human beneath the water calling for rescue. How many years had this plea endured? It must have been an immense span of time.

At this juncture, Qin Chen began to feel a sense of urgency, sensing his physical form nearing collapse and his consciousness threatening to dissipate, a fate that would likely mean his demise.

Meanwhile, in the external world, Daoist Eastern Wolf experienced a sudden realization.

“Damn it! Something’s happened to Master!”

His existence was inextricably linked to Qin Chen; if the latter perished, he too would not survive. He could now distinctly feel Qin Chen’s life force flickering like a candle’s flame in the wind.

“What?!” The true dragon surged towards Qin Chen.

It had already sensed earlier that Elder King seemed to be in some sort of predicament. Now, with Daoist Eastern Wolf confirming Qin Chen’s trouble, it was undoubtedly related to the Heaven-leading River.

Everyone else converged as well. Qin Chen’s eyes remained shut, unresponsive to their efforts.

“I promise you!”

Qin Chen’s consciousness, still ensnared beneath the Heaven-leading River, was facing imminent death. He quickly addressed the golden corpse.

However, he couldn't guarantee his ability to locate the Xuanjian Sect.

“Thank you, young friend.”

With those words, the desperate call ceased. Simultaneously, Qin Chen felt his consciousness return, repelling from underwater and re-entering his body.