A Show of Force

His massive body disintegrated inch by inch, from the inside out, transforming into the purest torrent of Origin Source energy, which was drawn back into Chen Fan's seemingly ordinary right palm by an invisible hand.

The entire process took less than a breath.

The storm has subsided.

Chen Fan withdrew his fist and stood calmly, absorbing the entire Origin Source of a peak emperor as if he had only done a trivial matter.

The entire room fell silent.

Whether it was the three ancestors of the Human Race or the dozens of Alien Races emperors with ulterior motives, they were all frozen in place as if under a spell, their Divine Thought blank.

What did they see?

A Ninth-Tier Peak, an old monster standing at the pinnacle of cosmic Martial Dao, was killed instantly by a junior... with a mere flick of his wrist during a premeditated, all-out sneak attack?

Even the Dao Fruit and the Origin Source were eaten on the spot?!

This is no longer a matter of strength or weakness.

This is a crushing defeat on a level of life itself!

Under the complex gazes of all the emperors, a mixture of horror and greed, Chen Fan's cold eyes slowly swept across the entire arena.

He seemed to be scrutinizing a flock of lambs to the slaughter, and finally, he spoke softly.

"Who else wants my Dao Fruit?"

That simple question, like an eternal imprint of law, was deeply etched into the Divine Soul of every Ninth-Tier Peak emperor present.

Who else wants my Dao Fruit?

The Void was deathly silent.

Time and space seemed to freeze at that moment, frozen by those cold eyes.

Dozens of emperors who had once roamed the universe, were revered as gods by their respective races, and regarded all living beings as ants, dared not respond at this moment.

They didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye; that earth-shattering, instant kill had been utterly crushed.

The death of Gu Sha was not merely the fall of a peak emperor.

It was their unwavering pride, belonging to the strong, that was shattered by a single punch.

This suffocating silence was abruptly shattered by a loud, unrestrained laugh!

"Haha! Good! Well said!"

The Human Race powerhouse Zhan Wuji to the sky, his voice booming and shaking the surrounding laws. In his eyes was an uncontrollable joy, the exhilaration of releasing all the pent-up frustration of guarding the Boundary Sea and fighting against Alien Races for tens of thousands of years!

"Ha ha!"

Immediately afterwards, the Sword Master, who had been silent as a deep abyss, and the Martial Arts Martial Fool, who had always been full of fighting spirit, also burst into laughter at the same time.

The laughter of the three pillars of Human Race converged into a torrent, like a blazing sun, instantly dispelling the deathly silence and fear that enveloped the area.

Their gazes toward Chen Fan were filled with indescribable admiration and an excitement at witnessing history.

What they seemed to see was no longer a junior, but the dazzling, eternally radiant future of Human Race!

The Alien Races emperors awoke as if from a dream amidst the deafening laughter, their Divine Souls reeling.

They exchanged frightened glances in panic, but when they looked at the young figure again, there was no longer any contempt or greed in their hearts.

That wasn't a junior.

That was a young god, cloaked in the guise of youth, whose abilities were unfathomable and whose power was insurmountable!

Greed for the Heart of the Universe appears so pale and laughable in the face of absolute death.

Finally, a Demon Race king surrounded by Abyss Demonic Qi was the first to succumb to this invisible pressure.

He looked at Chen Fan intently, as if he wanted to etch this figure, which could become his eternal nightmare, into the deepest part of his soul.

Then, without saying a word, he turned into a streak of black Stream of Light and, without the slightest hesitation, resolutely rushed into the open bronze Giant Gate.

His actions were like lighting a fuse.

"Walk!"

"This boy has already shown his strength; he cannot be defeated by force!"

"Opportunity is more important; there's no need to fight this madman to the death!"

The remaining dozens of Alien Races emperors felt as if they had been granted a pardon. In the midst of their chaotic exchange of Divine Thoughts, they instantly reached a consensus, all concealing their auras and doing their utmost to distance themselves from Chen Fan, rushing into the Primordial Origin Gate as if avoiding a plague.

Their movements were so hurried, even somewhat disheveled, as they only wanted to get away from this being that instilled boundless fear in them as quickly as possible.

In the blink of an eye, only Chen Fan and three senior members of the Human Race remained in front of the bronze gate, which had originally been filled with emperors.

Once all the auras of the Alien Races had disappeared behind the door, the cold, indifferent aura emanating from Chen Fan, which seemed to transcend all Ten Thousand Dao and regard all living beings as mere straw dogs, quietly dissipated.

He turned to face the three seniors, Zhan Wuji, and resumed his humble and gentle demeanor, bowing slightly.

"I apologize for making a fool of myself in front of the three seniors."

"Good lad!"

Zhan Wuji stepped forward and patted Chen Fan's shoulder forcefully with his large, fan-like hand, his eyes filled with undisguised praise and excitement.

"You haven't made us a laughingstock; you've allowed our Human Race to stand tall in this Boundary Sea!"

The Sword Master, a powerful figure who had spent his entire life with his sword, could not hide his excitement at this moment. He looked at Chen Fan and said solemnly.

"Your path surpasses ours. With you, Human Race will prosper!"

The Martial Fool was even more direct, staring at Chen Fan with shining eyes.

"That's exhilarating! Once this matter is settled, we must have a truly unrestrained battle, a fight to the death, a contest of Martial Dao!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan smiled and agreed to each of their requests.

The four of them walked side by side without hesitation and stepped into the bronze portal that held the hope of Transcendence.

Boom!

The moment you step inside, an irresistible and immense power from the ancient wilderness descends upon you.

What lay before them was no longer a dazzling galaxy, but a raging storm composed of liquefied Universe Origin and countless Law Fragments!

This power was so vast that even Ninth-Tier Peak emperor would be like a small boat in the face of this storm.

The violent Spatial Laws transformed into raging waves. A single wave crashed down, instantly scattering the four people who were standing side by side, throwing them each into an unknown corner of this mysterious world.

When Chen Fan regained his footing, he found himself in a desolate and lifeless Void.

There were no Stars, no matter, only endless darkness and nothingness around.

He frowned slightly.

"Um?"

He keenly sensed that the abundant Universe Origin outside had vanished without a trace here, becoming so thin as to be almost nonexistent.

This doesn't make sense.

Just as he was wondering...

Buzz!!

An allure, originating from the deepest part of his soul and resonating intensely with the "Divine Kingdom in the Palm Dantian that had already evolved into the rudiments of a galaxy, emanated from the very ends of this world!

It's an attraction on a life level, like a wanderer hearing his mother's call, like all rivers eventually flowing into the sea!

The Heart of the Universe!

Chen Fan's eyes shone with an astonishing light at that moment, like two Stars ignited in the darkness.

He instantly understood that this world might itself be a process of selection.