The Meeting
Their meaning is very clear.
These three are the true kings among the Ninth Tier, beings on a completely different level from them and the emperors who were just slaughtered by Chen Fan.
Zhan Wuji asserted with utmost seriousness. "Those three must also be here, and... they've already gotten ahead of all of us!"
After listening to the three seniors' extremely solemn warnings, Chen Fan's eyes showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a flame was ignited and instantly transformed into a raging inferno.
Very good.
These three are the perfect whetstones he needs to hone his [Divine Kingdom in the Palm] foundation to perfection and reach the Martial God Realm!
This pure, unadulterated fighting spirit was so intense that it even distorted the surrounding Law Turbulence.
Zhan Wuji, the Sword Master, and the Martial Fool were all taken aback.
They saw no fear or seriousness in Chen Fan's eyes, only the excitement of a hunter eyeing its prey.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The Martial Fool broke the silence first, his loud laughter echoing through the Void, filled with extreme appreciation and pleasure.
"Good! Good! Good! We Martial Artists should have this fearless spirit! Forget about Imperial Son or immortal masters, let's fight first!"
Zhan Wuji and the Sword Master exchanged a glance, and the last trace of worry in their hearts quietly transformed into boundless pride.
Yes, they've all grown old, their spirits worn down by time. Faced with those three formidable obstacles, they were already somewhat intimidated before the battle even began.
But Chen Fan is different.
He is like a newly drawn divine sword, its sharpness fully revealed and unstoppable, needing the hardest rock to test its edge!
The four fell silent, their hearts filled with boundless pride. They suddenly accelerated to their maximum speed, transforming into four divine rainbows that tore through the Origin Source mist, rushing rapidly toward the source of the summons.
Finally.
After tearing away the last layer of thick, chaotic Origin Source mist, a vast and boundless Ultimate Void suddenly appeared before the four of them.
At the end of the Void, there are no Stars, no dust, only absolute silence.
In the center of this deathly silence, a colossal, indescribable ball of light, pulsating like the heart of a living being, floats silently.
With each pulsation, it releases a supreme divine charm that resonates intensely with even the Dao Fruits of Ninth-Tier Peak expert, as if elucidating the ultimate mystery of the universe's creation from nothingness and its return to nothingness.
[The Heart of the Universe]!
However, at this moment, Chen Fan and the other three did not immediately focus their attention on that ultimate opportunity.
Because, around the [Heart of the Universe], three figures stood in three directions, separated by billions of miles, yet forming a triangle that was extremely stable and full of endless tension.
In the east, a figure was bathed in the brilliant divine light of order. He stood there, as if he had transformed into the codex of the universe, his words becoming law, the master of all laws.
God Race, Imperial Son!
In the West, a figure appeared ethereal and unpredictable, dressed in white, her very existence a sword. A faint Sword Intent emanated from her, seemingly piercing through the past, present, and future, severing cause and effect and destiny.
Immortal Race, Immortal Lord Yaoguang!
In the south, there was a burly man with a bare upper body and bronze skin engraved with countless Arcane Demon Runes. He did not release any magical light or divine power; he simply stood there. His pure and unadulterated physical body caused the surrounding Ultimate Void to continuously collapse and reorganize, as if it could not bear the weight of his existence.
Demon Race, Moro!
The arrival of Chen Fan and his group of four was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the eerie balance.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The gazes of the Imperial Son, Yaoguang, and Moro were like three peerless divine swords piercing through eternity, traversing billions of miles of Void, and were simultaneously cast upon them.
The Imperial Son's gaze was cold and devoid of any emotion.
Yaoguang's gaze was indifferent, like a floating cloud in the sky, as if nothing in the world could leave a trace in her heart.
Moro's gaze, however, was filled with undisguised, beast-like aggression and destructive desire.
"Ha, I thought they were some big shot, but they're just some rotten worms who dare to come here after killing a bunch of long-decayed trash."
Moro grinned, revealing a set of menacing fangs. His oppressive gaze swept over Zhan Wuji, the Sword Master, and the Martial Fool, finally settling on Chen Fan, whose aura was the most restrained, filled with utmost contempt.
"And they even brought three half-dead old dogs. Human Race are becoming more and more pathetic."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Wuji and the other two's expressions instantly darkened, and their Origin Power surged wildly within their bodies.
However, Moro had already lost all patience.
In his view, apart from the Imperial Son and Yaoguang, none of the other beings on this field were qualified to compete with him for the [Heart of the Universe].
He decided to first swat all these annoying flies.
He casually took a step forward in the direction of Chen Fan and the other three.
Boom!!
The Ultimate Void beneath his feet instantly shattered into countless bottomless black cracks, as if the entire world could not withstand the power of his step!
Then, he simply threw a punch at Chen Fan and the other three.
This punch contained no fancy magic or divine light, nor any profound or complex laws.
Only the ultimate darkness and power!
It is the Power of the End that can bring everything to its end!
Wherever the fist passed, the concepts of time and space were brutally torn apart, and all laws were transformed into the most primitive particle streams, ultimately converging into a black storm that swept across the heavens and the earth! Within the storm, there was a terrifying scene of countless universes heading towards decay and the end, and the deafening sound of the laws collapsing transformed into a terrifying roar that was enough to crush the Divine Soul of Ninth-Tier Peak expert, and it crashed down!
"Careful!"
Zhan Wuji, Sword Master, and Martial Fool's expressions changed drastically. Without thinking, they prepared to burn their Origin Source, form Battle Formation, and fight to the death.
However, a figure was faster than them, taking a step forward and calmly blocking their way.
It was Chen Fan.
Without turning his head, he respectfully addressed the three horrified seniors behind him:
"Three seniors, please cover for me."
"Leave this mad dog to me."
His tone was humble and gentle, but when he turned back to look at the world-destroying, Fist of the End, the depths of his eyes had turned into an absolute, chilling coldness like eternal ice.
Facing that terrifying punch that could annihilate a vast universe, Chen Fan neither dodged nor evaded, but slowly raised his own right fist.
Then, facing the all-consuming black torrent, he unleashed a punch!
There was only a faint glow on his fist.
Within that light, there seemed to be a real universe, from the explosion of the Singularity to the brilliance of the stars, and then to the endless cycle of the flourishing of life.
That was the complete opposite of the end—a boundless and magnificent force of new life!
One is black, the other is white; one represents the end of all things, the other represents the birth of the universe.
Two seemingly simple fists, each containing the ultimate power of two completely different forces, collided with a deafening roar across billions of miles of Void on this ultimate stage belonging to the strongest of the era!
In an instant.
The core area of the entire Primordial Origin Gate has completely lost all sound and color.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and space seemed to freeze.
Only that absolute light, capable of annihilating everything, devoured everyone's vision and this Ultimate Void!