Eighth Tier

Having eliminated the last threat, Chen Fan withdrew his gaze and looked again at the Origin Source light cluster atop the altar.

He turned around, facing the tens of thousands of Human Race Prodigies complex expressions, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

"Gentlemen, the Alien Races emperor has already made his move; the battle on the front lines is of utmost urgency."

Chen Fan spoke sincerely, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

"If an emperor can intervene once, he can intervene a second time. Human Race needs greater power. This opportunity is crucial for me and for Human Race."

Wen Yuan took a deep breath and put away the divine pill. He understood what Chen Fan meant.

He took a step back, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and looked solemn.

"Junior Fellow Apprentice, break through with confidence! We will protect you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yuan turned around, facing the outer perimeter of the ruins, and drew his longsword from behind him. The Sword Qi soared into the sky, Life Dao Principles transformed into a green barrier, standing in front of the altar.

"We will protect Brother Chen!"

Tens of thousands of Human Race warriors roared in unison, their voices shaking the Void.

Everyone spontaneously dispersed, forming an impenetrable defensive array centered on the altar.

Swords, spears, and halberds were drawn from their sheaths, thousands of magical treasures floated in the air, and the dazzling light of the Dao Principles illuminated the dark ruins.

Each Prodigies unleashed their strongest power, their eyes burning with a resolute will to die.

Anyone who dares to take a step forward must first step over their corpses.

Chen Fan felt a warmth rise in his heart as he watched this scene.

He said no more and bowed deeply to the crowd.

He stood up, turned around, Chen Fan sat cross-legged again in front of the Origin Source light cluster.

He closed his eyes, Life-and-Death Furnace within his Dantian roared once more.

The black and white Dao Principles that had been forcibly severed earlier re-emerged and disappeared into the ball of liquid light.

This time, the Origin Source light cluster offered no resistance.

It actively separated, and the gentle energy flowed into Chen Fan's body along the threads of Dao Principles.

Within Chen Fan's body, the World Dao Mark that had withstood the blow of an Emperor was riddled with cracks and on the verge of shattering.

However, under the cleansing force of pure Origin Power, the World Dao Mark did not collapse.

It is reborn from ruin. The cracks have not healed, but instead give rise to a deeper Dao Rhythm.

Destruction and creation intertwine in the cracks, and the ultimate truth of Great Dao of Life and Death is revealed in the midst of annihilation.

Chen Fan's consciousness completely sank into the Great Dao River.

The Life-and-Death Dao Blood within his body resonated simultaneously, and the crimson-gold blood boiled and sublimated, transforming into a vast star river that ran through his limbs and bones.

As the blood flowed, it emitted a thunderous roar; each drop of blood contained the power to destroy Stars.

The World Dao Mark greedily absorbed the last Origin Source of origin.

The liquid light cluster at the top of the altar grew smaller and smaller until it finally dissipated completely.

The World Dao Mark is complete.

A nascent universe containing the complete principles of birth and death took shape completely within Chen Fan's Dantian.

Stars are born within it, nebulae circulate within it, and the Life-and-Death Law form the basic framework of this microcosm.

Boom!

An invisible shackle shattered within Chen Fan's body.

A final leap has occurred in the level of life.

Eighth Grade Realm!

The moment the breakthrough was completed, the entire world of ruins trembled violently, and the raging laws of heaven and earth subsided. Then, they all bowed their heads in worship to the slender figure at the top of the altar.

Space was no longer distorted, time resumed its flow, and all the energy particles were conveying their intention to submit to Chen Fan.

Chen Fan sat there, with no energy leaking out of his body, yet he became the absolute master of this world.

His every breath affected the very laws governing the entire world of ruins.

Within the small world of the ruins, the turbulent and violent laws completely subsided, the dazzling light and shadows dissipated, and all the strange phenomena were absorbed into Chen Fan's body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

He exuded no aura of power; dressed in ordinary Martial Dao attire, he stood atop the altar like an ordinary young man.

But as he stood there, the laws of the entire world naturally gravitated towards him, and he became perfectly in harmony with this world.

Wen Yuan looked at the figure on the altar and let out a long breath.

"Withdraw!"

Wen Yuan gave the order in a deep voice.

Tens of thousands of Human Race Prodigies their weapons, dismantled their defensive formations, and stared fervently at the altar.

Wen Yuan stepped forward first, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply.

Congratulations, Junior Fellow Apprentice, on breaking through to the Eighth-Order!

Behind them, tens of thousands of Prodigies talents moved in unison, shouting in unison.

Congratulations, Brother Chen, on breaking through your cultivation level and reaching the Eighth-Order!

The sound waves reverberated through the Void, conveying a deep sense of awe and gratitude.

Zhao Xiaotian, the chief student of the Nine Provinces Martial Academy, strode out of the crowd.

He looked at Chen Fan with admiration in his eyes.

"Brother Chen, if it weren't for your selfless protection today, I, Zhao Xiaotian, would have lost my life here. From now on, the Nine Provinces Martial Academy will never refuse any request."

Chen Fan stepped down from the altar.

He looked at his compatriots, who were exhausted but had bright eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He didn't put on airs like an eighth-rank expert; instead, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the crowd.

"Chen Fan owes his current success entirely to your selfless protection," Chen Fan sincerely. "I will remember this kindness."

Wei Tian, the captain of the Heavenly Blade Squad, waved his hands repeatedly, his expression solemn.

"Lord Chen, you flatter me. You withstood the Emperor's Death Curse with your Dao Fruit; what we did is insignificant. We should be thanking you for saving our lives."

Chen Fan raised his hand in a gesture of support, stopping the others from exchanging pleasantries.

Above the ruins, space began to distort.

A repulsive force surged from all directions, enveloping everyone.

The Origin Source opportunity has been completely absorbed by Chen Fan, and this small world is about to disappear once again.

Chen Fan looked up at the dome.

"The trial is over." Chen Fan withdrew his gaze and looked at Wen Yuan. "Senior Fellow Apprentice, prepare the troops. We should go home."

Wen Yuan nodded, then turned and gave the order.

Tens of thousands of Human Race Prodigies assembled and formed a well-organized military formation.

Chen Fan led the way, with Wen Yuan half a step behind. The army marched in a mighty procession, welcoming the guiding light descending from the dome, and embarked on their journey home.

Azure Dragon Star Gate.

The starry sky was vast and deathly silent.

The Human Race Martial God stood with his hands behind his back. On the distant other side of the starry sky, the massive body of the Insect Race emperor was hidden in the darkness, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The two sides faced off from a distance, the atmosphere extremely tense.

Below the Star Gate, instructors from various Human Race schools of thought had rushed to the scene.

Lin Xuanqing of the Star River Martial Academy stood at the forefront, his brows furrowed as he stared intently at the hazy light Light Screen of the Star Gate.

"The time's up, why hasn't anything happened yet?"

Lin Xuanqing paced back and forth, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Old Freak Wang, the Chief Instructor of the Ancient Martial Arts School, stood to the side with his arms crossed and said in a deep voice.

"What's the rush? The laws within the ruins are chaotic; it takes time to teleport out."

Lin Xuanqing stopped and turned to stare at Old Freak Wang.

"That's Insect Race army. If even a single hair on my disciple's head is lost, I'll tear your bones apart."

Old Freak Wang's face darkened. "You think only your disciple is inside? The elites of my Ancient Martial Arts School are also there. Chen Fan's strength is extraordinary; nothing will happen to him."

Even so, Old Freak Wang's gaze never left the Star Gate.