The Coiling Dragon Plane. The Yulan continent. The O 'Brien Empire. Channe River.
The Prodigy Sword Saint, Olivier, had been defeated in his duel with the Monolithic Sword Saint, and had fallen into the icy waters of the river.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Right now, the torrential rain was pouring down nonstop, and the waters of the Channe River flowed rapidly as well. That 'bright red' color, which had been dazzling to the eye, was soon diluted and could no longer be seen. As for Olivier, who was in the middle of the river, no one noticed that around his body, a faint ripple of spacetime had appeared.
Right now, Olivier was a completely different person. He had been possessed by Cheng Hao's Primal Will long ago.
The Coiling Dragon Plane was a universal plane created by Primordial Chaos, an expert of the sixth rank. It was similar to an inner world. Generally speaking, nothing that happened in the universe could be hidden from Primordial Chaos.
This time, Cheng Hao was actually taking a gamble. He was gambling that Primordial Chaos didn't have the leisure to constantly observe his universe.
After all, Cheng Hao himself had an inner world. He wouldn't always pay attention to what was going on in his inner world. After all, he had to go into closed-door training, train, and rest. With but a thought, he could completely control his inner world. Thus, unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't constantly pay attention to what was going on in his inner world.
This was a gamble. If he won, then he would be able to take root in the Coiling Dragon Plane as Olivier, and slowly gain some karmic luck.
If he lost, at most, he would lose a strand of his Primal Will. He could just go to another plane and try again. It wasn't an unacceptable loss.
"Big brother!" On the riverbank, a muscular figure didn't hesitate at all. Crying bitterly, he immediately dove into the rapidly flowing waters of the Channe River.
Moments later, the muscular man charged out, carrying the body of Olivier, who had been possessed by Cheng Hao. He flew at high speed towards the most people on the riverbank.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, where is the person you need to save? Quick, quick! " The muscular man's name was Blumer. He was Olivier's younger brother. Right now, he was frantically shouting towards a middle-aged man.
"Mister An Te, quick, quick save Olivier." A middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe in the crowd immediately ordered.
Following His Majesty's order, an old man in a white robe quickly walked to the side of Cheng Hao's seemingly extremely weak body. His hands also emitted a milky white light, and directly merged into Cheng Hao's body.
"How is it? How is my elder brother? "Blumer said frantically.
"Don't be impatient. Just now, I was just healing the simple wounds on Lord Olivier's body. As for his internal injuries, I still need to use healing magic." The silver-haired elder nodded as he spoke, and then began to silently chant the words to a magic spell. Blumer was by his side, nervous and frantic, but he didn't dare to disturb this Arch Magus of Light.
Cheng Hao quietly waited for the Magician to heal him. He didn't open his eyes immediately. He was waiting for the right time so that he could "wake up."
Time slowly flowed on. Cheng Hao's injuries were slowly being healed by the Magus, making it seem as though he could wake up at any moment.
After possessing Olivier's body for so long, Cheng Hao didn't sense any rejection from the Will of the World. Clearly, his luck had been quite good this time. The almighty Lord of Chaos, Primordial Chaos, didn't pay any attention to an unremarkable little ant like him.
"Lord Olivier lost?"
"His little brother is hugging his corpse. Alas, the Prodigy Sword Saint died, just like that."
"Who said he died? Maybe he was just seriously injured and unconscious. "
"No matter what, Lord Haydson, the Monolithic Sword Saint, is perfectly fine. He even flew down from the skies. Clearly, he is much stronger than Lord Olivier. “
Hearing the surrounding chatter, Cheng Hao mentally estimated the time, then made his decision.
"It's time to wake up!"
Since his possession hadn't been detected by the Will of the World, Cheng Hao couldn't be bothered to continue being unconscious. He had come here to collect karmic luck, not to torture himself.
"Cough, cough!"
A series of soft coughs could be heard from Cheng Hao's mouth. And then, under the gaze of this body's little brother, Blumer, who was filled with wild joy, Cheng Hao opened his eyes, a 'dazed' look on his face.
"Big brother, you're awake? Where do you feel uncomfortable? "Blumer hurriedly asked.
"Mm, I feel much better. Second brother, help me up first!" After all, he had possessed the body of Blumer's older brother. Cheng Hao's attitude towards Blumer was quite good. It could be said that he had fulfilled Blumer's final wish.
In Olivier's final wish, aside from the regret that he would never be able to reach the peak of martial arts, he was also worried about this little brother of his, whom he had watched grow up.
Since Cheng Hao had taken over Olivier's identity, he naturally had to take over this karma. Blumer, this little brother of his, had to be taken care of.
Taking a deep breath, with Blumer's support, Cheng Hao slowly rose to his feet, his gaze slowly sweeping the surrounding crowd.
"Olivier, you didn't die. Wonderful!" The first to speak was the dragon-robed Emperor Johann of the O 'Brien Empire.
"Thank you, Emperor Johann!" Cheng Hao nodded slightly to express his thanks. After all, when he had been injured, this Emperor had arranged for a magus to heal his wounds.
This was a favor that Cheng Hao owed him. Now that Cheng Hao had taken over this body, he naturally recognized this favor.
After chatting briefly with Emperor Johann, Cheng Hao turned his gaze to a nearby, tall man with long brown hair and a blue robe.
With just one glance, Cheng Hao understood that this person was the main character of the Coiling Dragon Plane, Linley, a supreme expert who would one day become the master of the Primordial Universe.
And Cheng Hao's mission in the future was to seize even more karmic luck from Linley's hands and steal his main character's karmic luck.
"Olivier, you survived that spiritual backlash. You are quite lucky!"
Just as Cheng Hao was sizing up Linley, a middle-aged man slowly descended from the skies. This man was dressed in a long black robe, and his hands were clasped behind his back. His entire person seemed quite imposing.
This man was the Monolithic Sword Saint, Haydson, who had dueled with Olivier earlier. He was a Saint-level expert who had gained some fame during the early stages of the Coiling Dragon storyline.
Cheng Hao didn't have any special feelings towards Haydson. He didn't admire him, nor did he dislike him. As far as he was concerned, Haydson was nothing more than a passerby.
Cheng Hao nodded towards him, then indicated for his cheap little brother, Blumer, to take him away from this place. He needed some time to properly sort out his own power.
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