The White Emperor Reappeared
The God of Martial God's voice paused, growing increasingly heavy.
"What's even more troublesome is that this incantation is already connected to Chen Fan's Divine Soul Origin Source. Forcibly separating it might damage his Dao Foundation and cut off his path forward."
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.
The ecstasy, smugness, and pride on Lin Xuanqing's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a volcanic eruption of rage.
"Insect Emperor!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he roared madly in the direction where the wormhole had long since disappeared, unleashing his Ninth Tier aura without reservation, causing the surrounding space to buzz.
No matter how angry he was, it was to no avail.
He turned around abruptly, looking at Chen Fan, who remained calm, his eyes filled with regret.
If his previous attack hadn't been so flamboyant, completely enraging the Insect Emperor, perhaps...
In this heavy, suffocating atmosphere, as everyone lamented the loss of this once-in-a-millennium Qilin Prodigy of the Human Race.
The entire starry sky fell still without warning.
Time, energy... even the light of distant Stars seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand, frozen into an eternal picture.
Everyone's mind can still function, but they cannot control their bodies in the slightest.
A wisp of pure white light, like the first ray of light at the beginning of the universe, born from nothingness, gently falls.
Wherever the light touched, all unease was soothed, and the soul found unprecedented peace.
A figure, bathed in white light, silently descended.
His face was obscured, his gender unidentifiable, and no trace of his cultivation level could be detected.
But he simply stood there, as if he had become the absolute center of this universe, and the existence of everything else was merely to highlight his arrival.
Lin Xuanqing and other Eighth-Order powerhouses, who were usually arrogant and domineering, instinctively wanted to bow and show respect to their juniors the moment they saw this figure.
White Emperor!!
The White Emperor's gaze seemed to transcend frozen time, landing on Chen Fan.
His gaze was incredibly gentle.
He seemed to completely ignore the Emperor's Blood Curse, which even the Martial God couldn't counter, and simply flicked his finger lightly across the distant Void in Chen Fan's direction.
But the instant the finger was flicked out, the stubborn black beetle mark deep within Chen Fan's Divine Soul, formed from Origin Source essence blood of an emperor and connected to him causally, melted away silently, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, leaving not a trace.
The curse is broken.
After doing all this, White Emperor seemed to have only done a trivial matter.
He didn't even glance at Chen Fan, instead turning his gaze to the endless, distant depths of the Void, towards the Insect Race nest.
He spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every living being still capable of thought.
"Noisy."
The moment the words left his mouth.
On the distant other side of the Milky Way, the Insect Race emperor, who had just escaped back to his royal nest and was letting out a silent, sinister laugh because he had successfully planted the blood curse, suddenly froze.
The next moment, a shrill scream, too agonizing to be described in words, erupted from the depths of its soul.
Its aura, already severely damaged by Lin Xuanqing, plummeted once more, clearly indicating that it had suffered another incomprehensible and terrifying blow across endless time and space!
One word, and the emperor is subdued!
The crisis has been completely resolved.
Time, across the entire starry sky, begins to flow anew.
The White Emperor's gaze returned to Chen Fan.
The starry sky resumed its flow.
The cheers that had previously shaken the stars seemed to have been gently wiped away by an invisible hand.
Dead silence.
Lin Xuanqing, Old Freak Wang... all the strong survivors, whether they were Eighth-Order or Ninth Tier, whether they were unruly Zhan Kuang or steady old generals, all bowed and lowered their heads at this moment.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, stemming from an instinct deep within their Divine Souls.
They paid the highest tribute to the figure bathed in white light.
The White Emperor ignored the crowd's worship.
His gaze was gentle and warm, piercing through the stillness of time, always fixed on Chen Fan.
He spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet every syllable seemed to contain the profound truth of the beginning of the universe.
"Your path is very good."
"By using life and death as a wheel, one has glimpsed the Origin Source the world. The profoundness of its foundation is unparalleled throughout history."
Chen Fan's mind sharpened, he suppressed all distracting thoughts, and respectfully bowed to the figure.
"Junior Chen Fan pays his respects to the White Emperor. My skills are still lacking in many areas; please enlighten me, White Emperor."
He showed no arrogance whatsoever.
Compared to such a being, his meager skills were indeed insignificant.
The White Emperor nodded slightly, then changed the subject.
"But your current situation is like that of a child possessing an unparalleled divine weapon. To isolate yourself and try to comprehend the universe is already a low-level approach."
"Your path must be tested in the true Life-and-Death Cycle, and perfected in the withering and rebirth of all living beings."
Upon hearing this, Lin Xuanqing's heart tightened suddenly.
He almost instinctively wanted to speak, to say that Xiao Fan was still just a child.
However, as soon as he raised his head, White Emperor's calm gaze swept over him.
There was no pressure in that gaze, yet it choked Lin Xuanqing so badly that he couldn't utter a single word.
He understood instantly.
The White Emperor's decision is not open to questioning.
The White Emperor's gaze returned to Chen Fan, and he continued speaking.
" In the Human Race Territory, your destination now is the First Defense Line."
His voice was flat, as if he were recounting a trivial matter.
"The First Defense Line is the front line for Human Race to resist Ten Thousand Races, consisting of thirty-six guard points. Twenty-seven of these are guarded by Ninth Tier powerhouses. The remaining nine are overseen by the most outstanding Eighth-Order experts."
"They are the pillars of Human Race, and the hope for the future."
Chen Fan listened quietly, his heartbeat unconsciously matching the rhythm of the somber description.
The White Emperor's tone remained completely calm as he continued stating a fact.
"Just now, the Guardian of the Thirteenth Garrison Node was killed in battle."
That spot is now empty.
As soon as the words were spoken, Chen Fan understood.
There was no fear, no hesitation.
In those clear eyes, an unprecedented determination ignited.
He bowed again, his voice not loud, but each word resounding and echoing through the desolate starry sky.
" For the Human Race, this junior would gladly die a thousand deaths!"
"Good."
The White Emperor nodded approvingly.
He seemed completely unsurprised by this answer.
He said no more, and simply flicked his sleeve.
A soft white light instantly enveloped Chen Fan.
The next moment, the two figures vanished without a trace.
Only a group of powerful individuals, still in shock and disbelief, remained, along with a phrase that seemed to have come from eternity ago and echoed into the endless future.
"This child, I'm taking him away."