In The Age Of Mythology I Evolved Into A Stellar Behemoth

King-level bloodline, invincible divine might

Inside a luxurious business vehicle resembling a reception room.

In the front, the fifteen-year-old Miss Qing Qiu Mingyue was chatting softly with Yan Ruoyi, asking her if being a star was fun and other topics.

Fifteen years old! (ΘΘ) Is this what a fifteen-year-old can have?

At that moment, Chen Chu was somewhat astonished.

To Yan Ruoyi’s left sat Bai Yunfeng, who was handling documents with a micro projector, occasionally discussing the upcoming concert with Xu Xiaoqi.

As the coordinator of the concert involving dozens of countries, she had a lot on her plate.

Especially since this was Yan Ruoyi’s first global tour and also her last; everything had to be perfect with strict demands.

As for the potential attacks from the blood god Akunus and the demon king, those were not within her consideration; there were professionals responsible for that.

Chen Chu sat to Yan Ruoyi's right, beside him was Li Daoyi, while opposite them sat the handsome offspring of a king, Qing Qiu Ming Hui.

At this moment, Li Daoyi leaned over and whispered, “Brother Chu, you’ve been staring at Qing Qiu Ming since you got in the car. Do you like men?”

Cough cough!! Before Chen Chu could reply, the handsome youth opposite them, with a gentle smile, choked on his own saliva.

Qing Qiu Mingyue, who looked very confident, burst into laughter: “Haha... actually, I noticed it too; I just didn’t say anything.”

Yan Ruoyi smiled slightly.

Chen Chu was speechless: “...My orientation is very normal; I only like beautiful women.”

Li Daoyi asked curiously, “Then what were you staring at Qing Qiu Ming for?”

Clearing his throat, Chen Chu calmly replied, “I’m a bit curious about the Qing Qiu family's summoning ‘technique,’ but this is their secret method, so I can’t just ask.”

Qing Qiu Ming Hui suddenly said, “Do you want to learn it?”

“...A little,” Chen Chu nodded.

The others were taken aback; they didn’t expect Chen Chu to want to learn the Qing Qiu family’s summoning secret technique.

Qing Qiu Ming Hui slowly said, “This technique has very strict requirements. The foundation requires a corresponding bloodline of a mythical behemoth or a fusion of a portion of their blood, along with materials like the scales of these behemoths.”

“Only then can one produce a resonance of the soul with the summoned mythical behemoth and summon its phantom through a secret technique involving space-time.”

At this point, Qing Qiu Ming Hui paused and looked at Chen Chu, suddenly saying, “Actually, it wouldn’t be impossible to teach this secret method to Brother Chu.”

Chen Chu sensed the hidden meaning in his words and slowly asked, “What’s the condition?”

Qing Qiu Ming Hui replied with interest, “Very simple. Fight me with all your strength. Regardless of winning or losing, I’ll give you the Secret Disk that records the space-time summoning secret technique.”

“Don't worry; I won’t take advantage of you. At that time, I will seal my realm to the mid stage of the sixth level of heaven and won’t use the summoning secret technique.”

After breaking through to the mid stage of the sixth level of heaven, Chen Chu updated his information.

There was no choice; when the top-tier secret classic was unlocked in a few days, accurate information would be needed to correspond. Otherwise, with Chen Chu's personality, he would definitely not take the initiative to reveal his cultivation progress.

“You are the offspring of a king, and even if you win against me in the same realm, it wouldn’t bring you much of a sense of achievement, right?” Chen Chu said puzzledly.

Qing Qiu Ming Hui shook his head: “No, Chu... no, it should be Brother Chen. You don’t need to belittle yourself. You are the number one among the young generation in the south, known as the peerless prodigy, invincible divine might.”

“This title is one that even the offspring of kings can rarely uphold.”

“In just one day, you covered over a thousand kilometers, sweeping through fifty-nine Martial High bases, suppressing five hundred eighty-seven fellow geniuses of the same rank, and no one could withstand even a single strike.”