Entering the Small World

There was utter silence before the Azure Dragon Star Gate.

Tens of thousands of figures came from scorched earth and seas of blood all over the universe, gathering into a silent steel army.

They are legion commanders guarding the four corners of the Human Federation, Guardian Gods of their respective regions, and seasoned lone warriors. Each of them is at least Seventh Grade Immortal Realm expert.

At this moment, these powerful figures, who would normally make the Stars tremble, simply stood quietly.

The murderous aura, formed from countless iron-willed forces, almost distorted light and seemed to freeze time and space.

Chen Fan and Wen Yuan stood side by side at the very front of the army formation.

Surrounded by this immense, ocean-like pressure, Chen Fan felt every drop of his Life-and-Death Dao Blood being repeatedly hammered by this will, becoming increasingly pure.

The last trace of fatigue from the repeated arduous battles vanished in the silent tempering process.

The fighting spirit in his heart was clearer than ever before.

Suddenly, the eternal black Void above the Star Gate rippled like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

A figure slowly emerged from the center of the ripples.

He possessed neither earth-shattering power nor any extraordinary manifestation of laws. He simply stood there calmly, yet seemed to be the only truly existing being in this universe.

Before him, the tens of thousands of Seventh Grade experts in the army simultaneously felt a sense of insignificance emanating from the depths of their Divine Souls.

The Human Race Martial God has descended.

The God of Martial God's gaze calmly swept over the army formation before him.

It was not merely a gaze, but a higher- Dimensions inspection of will. Every Martial Artist he saw felt that every breath they had taken since embarking on the path of Martial Dao was being discerned in that instant.

No one can hide even a fraction of it.

When that gaze fell on Chen Fan, it paused for a very slight moment.

This moment was so brief it was almost nonexistent.

But this made Chen Fan's whole body tremble violently.

He could clearly feel that the World Dao Mark within his Dantian, refined from the Origin Ancient Realm, and the Life-and-Death Dao Blood covering his entire body, were all clearly visible.

All secrets are laid bare before this single glance.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Fan clearly saw that the imposing figure nod slightly in his direction, almost imperceptibly.

There were no words, no resonance of laws, and it didn't even attract the attention of anyone around.

That was simply an elder's purest form of recognition for a younger person.

Boom!

Chen Fan's heart calmed down completely at this moment.

All the distracting thoughts, all the weariness, all the hesitation vanished with that nod.

He did not feel any pride because of this special attention from the supreme being; on the contrary, he felt the heavy weight on his shoulders even more deeply.

That is the fate of the race.

He took a deep breath, bowed ninety degrees to the figure, and performed the most devout and standard Martial Artist salute.

"This battle will be fought on the chessboard of this Nascent World before you."

The God of Martial God's voice did not travel through the air, but resounded powerfully deep within everyone's souls, majestic yet devoid of any emotion.

"The Insect Emperor has sent his strongest offspring inside. Your opponents are them, and also this world itself."

"Within this world, the laws are still evolving, and the Origin Power is readily available. Opportunities and crises coexist."

"Survive, stand to the end, and you will receive unimaginable Creation."

"This is the Final Trial, and also the stepping stone for you... to Path to Godhood."

After saying that, the Martial God said no more.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the ancient Azure Dragon Star Gate, which was carved with countless runes.

Buzz!!

The entire Star Gate trembled violently, and the countless intricate runes in the center of the gate frame began to spin and merge rapidly, eventually transforming into a deep and enormous vortex.

A primordial and boundless aura swept over us from the vortex, as if connecting us to the very beginning of the universe.

"For... Human Race."

As the last two words "Martial God" were uttered, the iron will contained in that voice instantly ignited the Divine Souls of all the powerful individuals.

At the forefront of the army formation, dozens of powerful figures with the deepest and most profound auras, including Chen Fan and Wen Yuan, did not hesitate at all, nor did they even bid farewell to their companions. They simply took their first steps.

With one step, their figures disappeared into the chaotic vortex.

The moment his figure was swallowed by the vortex, Chen Fan felt as if he had been thrown into a Furnace of laws.

The physical body, the Divine Soul... everything around is being frantically decomposed, and then reconstructed according to a completely new set of rules.

I don't know how long this feeling lasted.

It may be a moment, or it may be ten thousand years.

As the terrifying tearing sensation, powerful enough to shatter Seventh Grade immortal body, slowly subsided, Chen Fan's consciousness finally coalesced again.

He found himself plummeting rapidly above a vast, boundless, Primordial Continent.

The air was filled with an Origin Source energy so dense it was almost liquefied, and a wild, Primordial Aura.

The earth beneath him was not still.

It was a terrifying behemoth, its size comparable to a mountain range, its entire body covered in rock-like armor.

It seemed to have just been awakened from its slumber, and was slowly... opening its One-Eye, which resembled a giant lake of lava.

In that eye, there was no savagery, no killing intent, only pure curiosity about the tiny new species above.

It looked up with great interest.

Chen Fan hovered high in the sky, all his energy gathering into his body, like an insignificant speck of dust.

He could clearly sense that in that One-Eye, which resembled a giant lava lake below, there was only pure curiosity.

It was sizing him up.

It's as if you're watching a butterfly that has wandered into your own yard.

"Roar!!"

A muffled growl, less like a roar and more like a muffled murmur.

The colossal beast, as large as a mountain range, moved.

It slowly raised a sharp claw covered in thick Rock Armor, large enough to hold an entire mountain range in its palm.

It is not an attack.

The movement was slow, even tentative, as it gently nudged Chen Fan.

However, this seemingly playful action instantly triggered the viscous Spatial Laws of this Nascent World. Wherever the claws passed, the Void groaned under the unbearable pressure, and a terrifying pressure, enough to crush an ordinary Seventh Grade initial-level Martial Artist into dust, descended upon them.

Chen Fan swayed, like a willow catkin, lightly dodging this devastating attack.

He knew that this battle was inevitable.

He bowed slightly, his voice clearly reaching the giant beast's consciousness, as he looked down at the pair of enormous eyes that were still filled with curiosity.

"No offense intended, but this is a place of trial, please forgive me."

This is a sign of respect for the strong.

It was also a silent declaration of the impending carnage he was about to embark on.