The Path Beyond the Ninth Tier
At the heart of the storm, Chen Fan's mind was completely focused on his Dantian.
Under the nourishment of a massive amount of Ninth Tier Origin Source, that World Dao Mark finally completed its final transformation.
It is no longer a rudimentary universe, but a Miniature Universe that truly possesses complete laws and can evolve and perish on its own!
The moment this universe was fully formed, Chen Fan's body, soul, and Dao achieved an unprecedented and perfect unity.
Boom!!
As the final symphony of creation and destruction resounded, the Life-and-Death Taiji Diagram that spanned the cosmos suddenly contracted, pouring back into Chen Fan's body along with the endless light and darkness.
In an instant, all the strange phenomena vanished.
It was as if the cataclysmic scene just now was merely an illusion.
Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was calm and reserved, yet it seemed to reflect the cycle of birth and death of the entire universe.
He succeeded.
Officially entered the Ninth Tier Immortal Realm!
He hovered silently in the Void, his aura as restrained as that of an ordinary person.
However, in Wei Changkong and the others' perception, the Garrison Envoy before them was this universe, and this universe... was him!
However, at this very moment...
In the deeper Dimensions of the Annihilation Star Domain, several ancient and decaying wills, far exceeding the Ninth Tier, were thoroughly alarmed.
They are Ancient Ancestors who have slumbered for countless eons, the ultimate foundation of all races.
In their eyes, Chen Fan's flawless Dao Fruit was the best tonic to revitalize their decaying lives.
"These Dao Fruit should rightfully belong to me!"
Several greedy gazes, spanning Dimensions, pierced through the Void like invisible swords, locking onto Chen Fan had just completed his breakthrough.
Just as the will of these Ancient Ancestors was about to descend.
At the border between the Human Race Territory and the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, in that eternally lonely starry sky, a figure in white silently appeared.
It was the White Emperor.
He simply sat down cross-legged, and an invisible aura instantly spread out.
That aura was silent and invisible; wherever it passed, time and space froze, and the laws of nature submitted.
The greedy gazes from the Ancient Ancestors, upon touching the edge of the White Emperor's aura, froze abruptly as if encountering a natural enemy, filled with apprehension and suspicion.
The White Emperor slowly opened his eyes, his indifferent gaze sweeping across the endless Void. He parted his thin lips and uttered a single word.
"Retreat."
This word was silent, yet it seemed to be the supreme decree of the universe, resounding loudly deep within the will of those Ancient Ancestors!
After a few breaths of stalemate, those terrifying wills finally retreated slowly, unwilling to give up.
On the battlefield, Chen Fan clearly sensed that the supreme pressure that had been enough to crush him instantly receded like a tide.
Sensing something, he bowed deeply towards the direction of the White Emperor in the depths of the universe.
After the ceremony, he turned around and looked down at his subordinates inside the warship, who were already dumbfounded. His face regained its familiar humility, and he smiled:
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."
He has reached the Ninth Tier of the Immortal Realm.
His gaze swept over the distant warship swaying in the Law Storm, then fell upon his subordinates on the bridge, who were already dumbfounded. His face regained its familiar humility, and he calmly issued his orders.
"Return to base."
The two words entered Wei Changkong and the others' ears clearly, as if they were divine decrees.
Wei Changkong jolted awake from his extreme shock, his mind still buzzing. He looked at the white-clad figure, opened his mouth, but found that any words would seem pale and powerless.
Finally, he could only straighten his back abruptly, and with all his might, roar out two hoarse words.
"Yes, sir!"
On the return voyage, the atmosphere inside the warship Thirteenth Garrison Node was solemn and somewhat oppressive.
No one spoke, and no one dared to breathe loudly.
Every soldier, whether at their post or on the bridge, would unconsciously glance at the figure sitting cross-legged on the Command Center screen.
That figure, though appearing so young and serene, was perceived by everyone as an immortal monument, a deity walking among mortals.
As long as he's there, I feel absolutely safe.
"Buzz!!"
The warship's engine hum ceased, and outside the porthole, the Thirteenth Garrison Node, which had stood for three hundred years in the Annihilation Star Domain, was now close at hand.
All the taxi drivers who remained at the Spaceport were already lined up, ready to welcome the triumphant return of their new god.
However, just as the warship was about to dock...
A supreme will, transcending Ten Thousand Dao, descended without warning.
In an instant, the whole world stood still.
The swirling nebula froze, the energy of the jump stopped, and the flashing warning lights inside the warship were frozen in a single moment of flickering.
From Wei Changkong, Eighth-Order Late Stage, to every ordinary taxi driver, everyone's mind was frozen, and only the most instinctive awe surged in the depths of their souls.
Inside the Command Center, a figure in white appeared silently.
He seemed to have always been there, existing since the beginning of the universe.
Wei Changkong and the others remained stiff, but their souls, under this oppressive force, involuntarily bowed in the direction of that figure, offering the highest respect.
Chen Fan, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.
He turned around and looked at the senior who had secretly protected him, his face showing no trace of the arrogance of a newly promoted Ninth Tier expert.
He stood up, straightened his robes, and bowed respectfully to the White Emperor, performing the courtesy due to a junior.
"Junior Chen Fan greets Senior White Emperor."
The White Emperor's gaze fell on Chen Fan, and a rare hint of approval flashed across his indifferent eyes, which seemed devoid of any emotion.
"Indeed. At only fifteen years old, you have already reached the Ninth Tier; you have truly reached the forefront of Human Race Martial Dao."
As soon as he finished speaking, White Emperor casually waved his hand.
A gentle yet irresistible force swept over, and Wei Changkong and everyone else instantly disappeared from the Command Center, returning to their respective posts. Their frozen thoughts were also restored to normal.
They only felt a blur before their eyes, and then they found themselves back at their posts on the warship, with no memory of what had just happened.
Only White Emperor and Chen Fan remained in the entire Command Center.
Chen Fan maintained a humble attitude and took the initiative to speak, his tone sincere.
"Senior, although I have been fortunate enough to break through to a higher realm, I am still confused about the road ahead. I humbly request your guidance."
He knew very well that the Ninth Tier might be the ultimate goal that countless Martial Artists looked up to, but it was by no means the end of the Martial Dao.
The White Emperor seemed unsurprised by this.
He walked to the porthole, gazed at the starry sky outside that he had solidified with his will, and slowly said:
"The Ninth Tier can be called immortal, and one can wield supernatural powers. Ultimately, it is about borrowing the Origin Source of this universe and using the laws of this universe."
"This is for borrowing."
White Emperor turned around, his deep gaze fixed on Chen Fan.
"Beyond the Ninth Tier are the Martial Gods."