Lower Land of Hongmeng

The two words were clearly heard by everyone present.

The sound wasn't loud, yet it seemed to contain the supreme Dao Principles of Annihilation, instantly overwhelming all the roars of Divine Thoughts and bringing a moment of deathly silence to this noisy, chaotic land.

Chen Fan's gaze finally settled on the entrance to the Lesser War Zone, which exuded the most bloody and chaotic aura, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

His voice rang out once more, clearly resounding throughout the chaotic Void, as if it were a final declaration to this universe.

"From this day forward, I, Chen Fan of the Human Race, hereby swear an oath."

" In the Land of Hongmeng, within the Lesser War Zone, all the Alien Races I have encountered..."

He paused slightly, then spoke each word with a piercing edge.

"Kill! No mercy!"

Upon hearing this, the world fell silent!

The previously bustling Chaotic Land instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the taunts of the Alien Races Martial Gods were stuck in their throats, replaced by uncontrollable astonishment, soaring rage, and a chilling aura that rose uncontrollably.

They sensed an undeniable, terrifying will to kill from those calm words!

"Arrogant!!"

With a deafening roar, a terrifying figure enveloped in endless Demonic Qi slowly emerged from the Alien Races camp.

He was surrounded by the wails and resentments of countless shattered worlds, his scarlet eyes piercing through the chaos and locked on Chen Fan.

It was none other than the Lesser Martial God of the Abyssal Demon Race, Moshi!

"Human Race brat, very well." Moshi's voice was hoarse and cruel. "I will personally crush your Dao Fruit in the Lesser War Zone and taste your despair."

"It's Moshi! He actually spoke up himself!"

"I've heard that Moshi has already stepped into the mid-level realm and has personally hunted down Martial God of the same rank! This Human Race brat is doomed!"

The surrounding Alien Races Martial Gods immediately erupted in suppressed murmurs, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Moshi.

At the same time, the will of the White Emperor resounded in Chen Fan's mind, carrying a hint of solemnity.

"Chen Fan, this man is not to be underestimated. His Daoist techniques are unpredictable, almost reaching the middle level. He is one of your greatest opponents on this journey. Be careful in everything you do."

Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged; he simply stared calmly at Moshi, as if he were looking at a dead man.

At this tense moment!

Rumble!

The very foundation of the universe began to tremble violently!

The endless chaos ahead was suddenly torn apart by an invisible primordial force. Countless Dao Principles intertwined and collided, transforming into divine chains that pierced through heaven and earth, emitting a deafening cosmic roar!

Three ancient continents, each radiating a different law of light, vast and boundless, revealed their true forms in the deepest part of chaos.

The Land of Hongmeng has officially opened!

"Walk!"

With a single command, the White Emperor said no more. He moved, transforming into a beam of white light and rushing towards the Upper War Zone, where the aura was the most ancient and the laws were the most complete.

"Haha! Kill!"

One of the Martial Gods let out a wild laugh, and together with several other Middle Martial Gods, they charged toward the central War Zone with overwhelming fighting spirit.

Chen Fan's gaze remained fixed on the entrance to the Lesser War Zone, and on the other side of the entrance, on the Moshi who was also looking at him with a chilling gaze.

He nodded to the several Lesser Martial God Human Race beside him.

"Seniors, it's time for us to enter as well."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, his figure transforming into a streak of gray Stream of Light, and charged headlong into the most chaotic and bloody Lesser War Zone.

The Battle Venerable and the others exchanged glances, seeing the unwavering resolve suppressed for millennia in each other's eyes. They roared in unison and followed closely behind Chen Fan, rushing into the distorted gate of light.

However, the moment they stepped through the portal, the scene before them was not the ancient continent they had imagined.

Instead, it was a blood-red carnage composed of countless Shattered Stars and the corpses of gods and demons.

Upon entering, a terrifying Dimensions storm, powerful enough to easily tear apart the body of Martial God, accompanied by ear-piercing howls of law, rushed towards them!

The Dimensions storm, powerful enough to easily tear even Lesser Martial God's body to shreds, carried with it the lingering resentment and broken Dao Principles of countless fallen era-level powerhouses, transforming into a colossal gray wall that stretched across the heavens and earth, pressing down upon us.

"Form ranks!"

A Human Race Martial God roared, his expression extremely solemn.

Without the slightest hesitation, he and the other Human Race Martial Gods ignited their Origin Power in an instant, their boundless Qi and Blood soaring into the sky, ready to form an ancient defensive Battle Formation, prepared to withstand the opening ceremony of this Land of Hongmeng with their lives.

They were all too familiar with this storm.

Throughout countless eras, countless Human Race ancestors have perished in this seemingly chaotic storm, which in fact contains endless killing intent.

However, a hand gently pressed down on the arm that the Battle Venerable was about to raise.

"Seniors, there's no need to be nervous."

Chen Fan's calm voice rang out.

He stepped forward, alone, past the crowd.

Amidst the utterly shocked gazes of Battle Venerable and the others, Chen Fan slowly extended his right hand towards the Dimensions storm that swept across the heavens and earth, seemingly threatening to devour everything.

There was no earth-shattering phantom of Divine Kingdom Universe.

His palm silently transformed into a deep, dark gray vortex, seemingly connected to the ultimate Guixu of the universe.

The storm, powerful enough to tear apart galaxies, made no sound the instant it touched the vortex.

It's like all rivers flowing into the sea, or like spring snow meeting the sun.

That extremely violent energy, that broken law powerful enough to obliterate the Dao Fruit of Martial God, was silently devoured by that small gray vortex.

Not even a ripple was stirred.

The storm has passed.

The true face of the lower-level war zone beneath the Hongmeng realm has finally been fully revealed to everyone.

This is a desolate, blood-red ruin.

Shattered supercontinental plates and countless skeletons of gods and demons float silently in the endless Void. Some skeletons are as large as Stars, and even though they have been dead for countless epochs, they still exude a chilling aura.

There are no energy fluctuations here, and even the concepts of light and darkness have become blurred.

Absolute silence, a silence that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Muttering."

One of the most ancient Martial Gods, named Qingshan, swallowed hard, looking at Chen Fan's back with shock and deep fear in his eyes.

If they had withstood that storm just now, even if they hadn't died, they would all have been injured.

"Chen Fan Martial God Chen Fan..." Martial God Qingshan explained to Chen Fan's retreating figure with lingering fear, "You don't know, but in this Land of Hongmeng, what we fight for is Fortune."

There are two methods.

"One method is to hunt down Alien Races Martial Gods and directly plunder the Race Fortune behind them, thus diminishing their own."

"Secondly, at specific moments in this War Zone, the Primordial Origin Source Fortune will emerge. At that time, Ten Thousand Races will vie for it, resulting in rivers of blood and unparalleled carnage."