About to Leave

This immense power did not, as expected, propel him directly to the Seventh Grade Immortal Realm.

It seemed to be drawn by some higher-level rule, flowing entirely into the slowly rotating Life-and-Death Furnace deep within Chen Fan 'Dantian.

This Furnace became the final training ground for refining this Origin Power.

Inside the Furnace, the Life-and-Death Dao Blood radiating crimson gold began to undergo a frenzied transformation and evolution after being infused with this supreme Kindling!

Buzz!!

It was like the first syllable at the beginning of the universe.

A faint yet powerful sound emanated from Chen Fan's body, causing the space itself to tremble.

The amount of Dao Blood began to surge at an illogical rate.

A thousand drops!

Two thousand drops!

Five thousand drops!

Ultimately, when all the Origin Source energy was completely refined and absorbed, the amount of Dao Blood remained steadily at a mysterious number.

Eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight drops!

These Dao Blood were no longer simple droplets; they had almost transformed into a miniature crimson-gold galaxy, spreading throughout every inch of Chen Fan's Meridians, every bone, and even every cell.

Each drop of Dao Blood contains Dao Rhythm of Life-and-Death Cycle that is a hundred times more perfect than before, like a self-contained miniature universe, endlessly arising and ceasing.

Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.

The Quiet Chamber remained in that familiar darkness, but the world he saw was now completely different.

In the depths of his left pupil, a World Tree seemed to be slowly growing, full of vitality; in his right pupil, however, was a Guixu, devouring everything.

Life and death, withering and flourishing, achieved a perfect balance in his eyes.

Feeling the immense power within him, enough to easily crush Stars, his face showed no pride; instead, his eyes grew even calmer, as profound as the boundless universe.

"So this is the true meaning of the Sixth Grade Undying Realm..."

He murmured to himself.

It is not a simple accumulation of power, but the perfection and immortality of the essence of life.

Just as he was calming his aura and preparing to spend some time consolidating this newly acquired power, the special communicator on his wrist, given to him by Commander Huo Yan, suddenly vibrated slightly.

It's encrypted communication.

With a thought, Chen Fan connected the connection.

A familiar figure, with an undisguised mix of anxiety and excitement, was projected before him.

It was none other than my Senior Fellow Apprentice, Wen Yuan.

"Junior Fellow Apprentice!" Wen Yuan's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, "End your mission in the War Zone immediately and come back right away! The Star River Martial Academy's Annual Grand Competition is about to begin!"

"The Grand Competition?"

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes!" Wen Yuan nodded emphatically, explaining rapidly, "This competition is extraordinary, not only in terms of rankings within the academy, but also..."

He paused, his eyes sharpening.

"Whether the Life School can finally hold its head high and shut those nine self-righteous old geezers up forever depends entirely on you this time!"

Upon hearing this, a look of understanding flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.

He was just worried about having nowhere to test his suddenly increased power, and this competition came at the perfect time.

"Understood, Senior Fellow Apprentice."

His answer was as calm as ever.

"I'll be right back."

"Okay! I'll wait for you here!"

Wen Yuan gave him a deep look, as if trying to discern something from his face, but in the end, he only saw a calm, unchanging expression.

He said no more and cut off the communication.

The Quiet Chamber returned to silence.

Chen Fan stood up, marking the end of his months-long training in the War Zone.

He knew that a broader stage, filled with even more challenges, awaited him.

He pushed open the heavy door to the Quiet Chamber.

Soft light shone through the door.

Lei Kun, Leng Yan, Monkey had been waiting quietly outside the door for quite some time.

They didn't know what Chen Fan had gone through inside; they only knew that every time Chen Feng emerged from seclusion, he became stronger.

The moment Chen Fan appeared in their field of vision, all three of them held their breath.

The boy in front of me still looked like a seven or eight-year-old child, his aura extremely restrained, looking like an ordinary neighborhood kid.

However, in the eyes of Lei Kun, a battle- Sixth Grade Undying Realm expert, this ordinary posture was more terrifying than the pressure of a landslide and tsunami!

It's a return to simplicity.

It was as if he were not a person, but a universe, a boundless starry sky so deep that it could devour their Divine Souls.

They could clearly feel that the Undying Power within their bodies was trembling uncontrollably when facing Chen Fan; it was an absolute suppression originating from the level of life!

It's more than ten times stronger than before!

Lei Kun's Adam's apple bobbed. He tried to speak, but found his throat extremely dry. He used all his strength to squeeze out a few trembling syllables.

"Chen Feng, you... you've broken through to a higher level?"

Chen Fan calmly shook his head, his voice indifferent, revealing no emotion.

"No, we just consolidated the foundation."

He didn't explain further; the profound mystery of such a realm was beyond their comprehension even if he did.

He then abruptly changed the subject and directly stated the purpose of his trip.

"I received a message from my sect that I must leave."

This news was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the excitement and elation that the three had felt upon Chen Fan's emergence from seclusion.

The parting came so suddenly.

Lei Kun's facial muscles stiffened, and his fervor solidified into a deep sense of reluctance and bewilderment.

Leng Yan's usually icy eyes flickered for the first time, and the light in them quickly dimmed.

The Monkey instinctively gripped the tool bag at its waist, its knuckles turning white, and lowered its head.

The Pioneer Team Seven barracks had never been so quiet.

Lei Kun slowly loosened his clenched fists, finally letting out a long sigh. He forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, his voice hoarse.

I knew this place couldn't keep you.

"Chen Feng, thank you. If it weren't for you, the three of us probably wouldn't even have our ashes found, let alone what we're like now..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood.

It was Chen Fan who pulled them out of the mire of cannon fodder and gave them a present with a visible future.

Chen Fan looked at the three comrades-in-arms before him, whom he could entrust with his back during the war. Their eyes were sincere and pure, without the slightest impurity.

He paused for a moment, nodded seriously, and said something that instantly brought tears to the eyes of Lei Kun and the other two.

"We are the Pioneer T-7 team."

No, it's "I," it's "we."

It's not Chen Feng, it's the Pioneer Team Seven.

This simple sentence was worth more than a thousand words, instantly striking the softest spot in the hearts of the three tough veterans.

Just as the somber atmosphere of parting began to spread, a powerful aura, as steady as a mountain, descended without warning.

The War Zone Commander, Huo Yan, along with his Adjutant Zhou Yan, had already arrived at the barracks entrance.