The Demon Race Ancient Ancestor's Projection

"Not enough!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, Chen Fan's icy voice rang out for the first time.

Behind him, the phantom of an Ancient Furnace, towering ten thousand feet tall, suddenly appeared, its mouth wide open, as if it had transformed into a black hole that devoured everything.

An irresistible suction force instantly enveloped Mozi Sha!

"What?!"

Mozi Sha was horrified to discover that his protective Origin Demonic Qi had been forcibly stripped away and devoured by the Great Furnace! His power was visibly draining away, and his offensive instantly became sluggish.

Now!

Chen Fan seized this fleeting opening and punched Mozi Sha in the chest. The violent force slammed him straight into the ground from the sky, creating a bottomless crater.

Before he could get up, Chen Fan's figure had already followed him like a shadow.

He stepped down.

The suppressive power of the Nine-Colored Divine Runes is fully unleashed!

"Boom!"

The entire earth groaned in agony. Mozi Sha was pinned firmly to the center of the giant pit by that stomp. No matter how much he channeled his demonic power, he couldn't budge the foot that was pressing down on his face.

Chen Fan looked down from his high position, his eyes, shimmering with nine-colored divine light, at the face at his feet, utterly distorted by humiliation and resentment, like a god judging a demon.

"You... you deserve to die!!"

The humiliation of being trampled underfoot drove Mozi Sha completely insane.

He let out a wild, unwilling roar, and between his brows, an ancient, cracked black mark suddenly lit up!

An evil and ancient aura, belonging neither to this world nor even to this era, instantly revived.

The entire Burial Demon Abyss was shrouded in this aura, as if even time itself had frozen.

For the first time, Chen Fan's Nine-Colored Divine Runes felt a stinging pain, like being pricked by needles.

He frowned slightly and looked down at his feet.

From within that ancient black mark, a whisper, seemingly spanning countless ages and decaying through countless eras in the river of time, echoed softly.

"Who... has awakened me?"

As that hoarse whisper fell, a terrifying pressure far surpassing the Ninth-Turn and touching upon a higher level of life instantly filled the entire Burial Demon Abyss, like a celestial river pouring down.

Time and space seemed to freeze at that moment.

The wind stopped, the Demonic Qi froze, and even the light was distorted by that invisible force field.

Inside the cage, Wei Yan, Ling Feng, and Human Race Prodigies felt as if their Divine Souls were being crushed by an invisible Divine Mountain, their thoughts almost completely halted, and every cell in their bodies was groaning in agony.

From the ancient black mark between the brows of the Mozi Sha, a blurry, distorted phantom, seemingly composed of endless Vengeful Souls and chaotic Demonic Qi, slowly rose up.

He had no specific form, only a humanoid mass of darkness, but the moment those eyes, which seemed to contain the birth and death of Stars, opened, the laws of the entire Core Zone trembled.

"Half-step... Golden Body! This is the pressure of Half-Step Golden Body realm cultivator!"

Inside the cage, the experienced Wei Yan was the first to break free of the suffocating pressure and let out a shrill roar.

Bone Tempering and Golden Body may seem like a single step, but they represent an insurmountable chasm between mortals and gods!

That is a leap in the level of life, an insurmountable gap between those who wield the rules and those who apply them!

"Run! Chen Fan! Run!!"

Ling Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his bones creaked under the terrifying pressure, blood gushing wildly from his seven orifices.

He desperately rammed his head against the Demonic Qi cage, trying to buy even the slightest chance of survival for Chen Fan, but it was all in vain.

In their eyes, Chen Fan was doomed to die today.

However, the phantom of the ancient Demon Race Ancient Ancestor ignored the clamor of these ants.

His deep eyes fell on Chen Fan with great interest, as if he were admiring an interesting work of art.

"A promising Human Race, possessing Fortune, to have Bone Tempering Realm to such a degree is truly rare throughout history."

The voice of the Ancient Ancestor echoed between heaven and earth with a metallic, grating quality.

"It's a pity you were born into the wrong race."

Facing this ancient being who could command the Myriad Races' Prodigies, Chen Fan showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a slight smile played on his lips.

He looked the illusory figure up and down, his gaze not so much as that of someone looking at a god, but more like that of someone assessing the quality of a piece of merchandise.

"A mere projection of a remnant soul, not even daring to descend in its true form, yet it dares to play tricks on me?"

Chen Fan's flippant voice rang out, the clear, childlike tone creating an absurd contrast with the apocalyptic scene.

He curled his lip, a hint of undisguised sarcasm in his expression.

"Old man, your era... is long gone."

In an instant, the oppressive force between heaven and earth suddenly intensified tenfold!

"Presumptuous!"

The Demon Ancestor Projection was utterly enraged.

He had intended to grant this genius a dignified end, like a god, but unexpectedly, he was humiliated to his face by an ant.

Without another word, a gigantic hand composed of pure Demonic Qi and Law Fragments emerged from the Void, blotting out the sky and slowly pressing down on Chen Fan.

This palm strike, though seemingly slow, sealed off all directions—past, future, and beyond—containing an Annihilation power sufficient to completely erase the life force of a small world.

Inside the cage, Human Race Prodigies closed their eyes in despair.

However, just when everyone thought Chen Fan would be smashed to dust with a single blow, Chen Fan neither dodged nor avoided the attack.

Instead, he took a deep breath, and a hint of... enjoyment appeared on his fair, jade-like face?

"Buzz!!"

Behind him, the Ancient Furnace, towering ten thousand feet tall, became more solid than ever before.

Nine-Colored Divine Runes flowed across the furnace body, as if imprinting the profound truths of the beginning of the universe.

The furnace opening suddenly burst open, and a bottomless, nine-colored vortex began to spin wildly!

"The taste... should be good."

Chen Fan licked his lips, his eyes sparkling with excitement like a child seeing a candied hawthorn.

Amidst the incomprehensible gazes of everyone, instead of defending himself, he took the initiative to meet the world-destroying demonic hand head-on and charged forward!

"Refine!"

Chen Fan uttered a cold and domineering word.

That colossal Great Furnace that devoured Ten Thousand Dao actually took the initiative to meet the Demon Ancestor's giant palm!

Boom!!

There was only a muffled thud that seemed capable of swallowing one's soul.

An irresistible force of devouring and refining erupted wildly from the furnace opening!

The gigantic hand of Annihilation, composed of Law Fragments, was forcibly torn apart by an even more domineering force the moment it touched the nine-colored vortex. It was transformed into the purest Origin Demonic Qi, which, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, was swallowed up by that monstrous Great Furnace!

"What... what kind of technique is this?!"

For the first time Demon Ancestor Projection voice, usually calm and collected, carried an undisguised look of horror.

He tried to stop, but was horrified to find that his projected body was being locked onto by that terrifying Great Furnace. An irresistible suction force was coming from the furnace mouth, and his projection was being pulled uncontrollably toward the nine-colored vortex!