The Agreement

"Fight then! Are you afraid of me?!"

Wielding the Heaven-Opening Great Axe that Heaven-Slaying Martial God's will was like a raging fire, domineering and unparalleled. Divine light flowed across the axe, as if it were ready to split this galaxy in two.

However, the White Emperor's calm and composed voice rang out at the opportune moment, suppressing the impending conflict.

"War is the last resort."

"But we will never allow you to bully the Qilin Prodigy of the Human Race."

The Alien Races faction fell into a brief silence.

They knew that even if they forcibly eliminated that boy Chen Fan at all costs today, the mad revenge of the Nine Martial Gods Human Race would be enough to severely damage their race's vitality for tens of thousands of years to come, and even cause them to fall from their dominant position.

Finally, the ancient will from the God Race resounded once more, proposing a pact.

Those who are in a high position do not interfere in the grievances of juniors.

"Send him to the Core Zone of the Myriad Laws Source Realm to fight a fair battle against the Prodigies of our various races... his life or death in the hands of fate!"

Upon hearing this, the wills of the Nine Martial Gods Human Race warriors rapidly exchanged.

This is an open strategy.

They threw Chen Fan, this thorn in their side, into a meat grinder that gathered the top Prodigies of Ten Thousand Races, and used his peers to strangle him.

But isn't this also the best whetstone for honing an invincible warrior?

True invincibility is never cultivated in a greenhouse, but rather forged in the Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood.

"Can."

The White Emperor finally gave his answer.

But his voice carried an undeniable and absolute authority, resounding throughout the entire universe.

"Only for those with Golden Body."

"If any force beyond the limits intervenes..."

"I, the Emperor, will personally visit them one by one."

As the gamble was settled, those dozens of terrifying wills that had crushed eternity slowly dissipated like the receding tide.

The nine towering, majestic Martial God Dharma Form gazed deeply in the direction of Blue Star before gradually disappearing from view.

The world-ending crisis that loomed over the entire Human Race has been temporarily averted.

Blue Star Training Camp, core villa area.

Above the lawn in front of a villa, the space seemed to be torn open like a crumpled piece of paper, revealing a jagged rift.

A dim golden Stream of Light was flung out in a disheveled manner, its light dissipating in mid-air, revealing the figures of Chen Fan and his companions.

Having lost all support, Gu Ci could no longer hold on. His burning eyes went out completely, and he fell straight backward. The Golden Body light emanating from his body had become as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

"Instructor Gu!"

A cry of surprise rang out, and Chief Instructor Zhao Xin, who had been waiting there for a long time, rushed forward and steadily caught the unconscious Gu Ci.

He checked Gu Ci's condition, and his face instantly turned ashen.

"Quick!! Where are the medical staff?! They've all eaten shit!!"

Zhao Xin roared at the medical personnel behind him who were also on high alert.

Several medical personnel in white uniforms immediately stepped forward and hurriedly lifted Gu Ci onto an anti-gravity stretcher, quickly transporting him to the deepest part of the Training Camp.

After dealing with all of this, Zhao Xin turned around and looked at Chen Fan, Shen Xuan, and Su Qingyue, who were getting up from the ground, with a complicated expression.

Tuo Bashan was still lying on the ground when, overwhelmed by the Divine Soul, he fainted.

Zhao Xin's gaze swept over the disheveled Shen Xuan and Su Qingyue, and finally landed on the ten-year-old boy who looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

He opened his mouth, the words of rebuke reaching his lips, but then swallowed them back.

In the end, it all turned into a heavy sigh.

"Go back and get some rest!"

Zhao Xin then left with the medical staff, as he still needed to take care of Gu Ci.

This time, Gu Ci went to great lengths to forcibly bring Chen Fan and the others back.

"Boss..."

Shen Xuan and the other two looked at Chen Fan.

The previous expression on Chen Fan's face was gone, replaced by only endless calm.

"Go back and rest!"

Chen Fan said softly, then took the lead and walked towards his dormitory.

Chen Fan pushed open the heavy door of his villa, shutting out Shen Xuan and Su Qingyue's worried gazes, as well as all the noise from the outside world.

"Bang."

The door closed.

The cultivation environment that he used to find incredibly comfortable now seemed glaringly jarring, stirring up a nameless irritation within him.

He wasn't practicing any cultivation techniques; he simply stood quietly in the center of the living room.

His fists were clenched tightly without him even realizing it.

Images flashed uncontrollably through my mind.

"Did I... go a little too far?"

Chen Fan was somewhat bewildered.

Guilt, like icy seawater, quickly overwhelmed him.

However, that overwhelming sense of guilt quickly transformed into a murderous intent.

"Alien Races..."

I'll kill you all sooner or later!

He wants those Ancient Ancestors who are high and mighty to pay a bloody price for what they are doing today!

Just as Chen Fan's emotions were churning and his killing intent was about to materialize within the villa.

The air in front of him rippled without warning, as if an invisible pebble had been thrown into a calm lake.

A figure dressed in simple white clothes appeared out of thin air, without a sound.

The newcomer was of ordinary stature, his face shrouded in a thin mist, making him indistinct, yet he seemed to be the absolute center of this world.

He simply stood there quietly, without exerting any pressure.

But Chen Fan felt that he suddenly became insignificant at this moment, like a stream meeting the vast ocean.

Chen Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly.

"Do not be nervous."

The figure in white finally spoke, his voice calm.

My name is White Emperor.

Boom!

These two words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Chen Fan's Sea of Consciousness!

Even with his strong character, a huge wave of emotions surged within him.

However, on the surface, he forcibly regained his composure within a short moment, though the wariness in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

The White Emperor seemed to see through his thoughts, and without saying much, he directly recounted the gamble that concerned the Human Race and Ten Thousand Races on the other side of the Milky Way.

"In the end, we Betting Agreement with the Alien Races race."

"I will allow you to enter the Core Zone of the Myriad Laws Source Realm, where you will have a fair battle with the most outstanding Prodigies of Ten Thousand Races, your life or death in the hands of fate."

The White Emperor's voice was calm yet majestic.

"That place is a true graveyard for Prodigies, a meat grinder for Ten Thousand Races. Throughout history, countless self-proclaimed extraordinary talents have turned to dust there."

"This mission is fraught with peril, with a nine-out-of-ten chance of survival, or even a ten-out-of-ten chance of death."

He paused here, his gaze, which seemed to pierce through time and space, clearly landing on Chen Fan.

"Would you like to go?"

"Of course, you can refuse," the White Emperor's voice continued. "The Human Race will spare no effort to clear all obstacles for you and protect you until you grow into a true towering tree."