Are You Ready to Die?!

The Land of Hongmeng, the Upper War Zone.

The White Emperor was confronting the Ancestral Progenitor -level beings of the gods, immortals, and demons. Their terrifying wills clashed in the Void, causing the surrounding galaxies to dim.

Just then, the majestic demonic body of the Demon Race Progenitor trembled violently, and boundless rage erupted from his eyes, unleashing a roar that shook the universe.

"Two more have fallen! It was that Human Race bastard who did it!"

Through their unparalleled secret techniques, they retraced and deduced the events. Although the image was blurry, the figure throwing the cold punch was aimed directly at Chen Fan!

The three supreme beings enraged the Divine Kingdom to the point of turmoil, their murderous intent nearly tearing apart the primordial chaos.

The White Emperor also sensed something.

He felt both sorrow for the sacrifice of Qingshan and the others, and pride and joy for Chen Fan's growth. But he remained outwardly calm, instead a faint smile appeared on his lips.

This calm, almost mocking attitude further enraged the three Ancestral Progenitors, driving them to the brink of madness.

The Land of Hongmeng, at the other end of the Lesser War Zone.

At the summit of a blood-red mountain range, a man clad in Dark Gold Demonic Armor, exuding an aura as terrifying as the Abyss, sat cross-legged.

Moshi!

At this moment, he slowly opened his eyes, his scarlet gaze seemingly able to pierce through eternity, looking towards the direction where Chen Fan was.

He sensed it; those two familiar auras vanished instantly.

Instead of showing any fear, he slowly grinned, revealing a cruel smile.

"Interesting prey, finally willing to crawl out of its hole?"

"Let me, the one and only hope of Human Race throughout the ages, truly measure up your worth!"

After slaying the two Martial Gods, Crystal and Ghost, Chen Fan stood silently in the desolate Void.

The swirling dust and light were the last traces of the two Lesser Martial Gods' existence in the world.

He did not immediately set off to pursue his next enemy.

His Divine Thought, like an invisible tide, covered billions of miles of starry sky. He clearly sensed that several powerful auras, strong enough to distort the laws of nature, were forming a huge encirclement from different directions, rapidly converging on his location.

One of them was particularly terrifying.

That aura was like an ancient Abyss, filled with destruction and malice. Even just sensing it from afar, it made the [Divine Kingdom in the Palm] within Chen Fan's body instinctively wary.

Moshi!

The murderous intent surging deep within Chen Fan's eyes was forcibly suppressed at this moment.

In his mind, the resolute figures of the Martial God Qingshan and the others before their self-destruction, like three blood-red suns, still burned his Divine Soul.

For the first time since he embarked on his Martial Dao, he experienced that profound sense of powerlessness and regret.

A reckless act of revenge will only lead to being surrounded and repeating past mistakes.

The opportunity that our predecessors risked their lives for was not for him to act rashly.

Their blood must be shed in a worthwhile way!

With this in mind, Chen Fan suppressed all outward aura.

The [Divine Kingdom in the Palm] within his body operated perfectly, and the indestructible World Barrier transformed into the most perfect barrier at this moment, completely isolating all his causes and effects, aura, and even existence itself from the laws of this primordial world.

His figure slowly faded in the Void, eventually turning into an insignificant speck of Cosmic Dust, drifting with the current and completely disappearing from the perception of all beings.

A moment later.

"Boom!"

Space was violently torn apart by a jet-black Demonic Qi, and the Moshi, clad in Dark Gold Demonic Armor, took a step out.

His crimson gaze swept across the battlefield, where shattered Dao Principles still lingered, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Immediately afterwards, several Stream of Light arrived one after another, transforming into Alien Races Martial Gods of various forms. They, too, sensed the battle fluctuations in this place.

Where are they?

A Skeleton Martial God emitted a fluctuation of Divine Thought.

Moshi did not answer. His terrifying Divine Thought, as Abyss as an abyss, swept across every inch of space and every gap in the laws within a hundred million miles in an instant, like billions of probes.

There was nothing there.

The Human Race boy who had just been wreaking havoc here had vanished as if he had evaporated into thin air, leaving not a trace whatsoever.

"Oh."

The expected rage did not materialize; instead, a cruel smile slowly spread across Moshi's face.

"Interesting. It's actually learned to hide its claws and become a slippery mouse."

He turned to the few Alien Races Martial Gods who, after their fruitless search, wore expressions of surprise and doubt, and announced in an icy voice:

He can't escape.

"Since he wants to play the coward, then... we'll just wait and see."

Moshi's gaze was cast into the deeper reaches of the Land of Hongmeng, as if it could see through endless time and space.

"The Primordial Origin Source Fortune are a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. I don't believe he can hold back. Issue my order: gather all fellow Daoists who are still capable of fighting. The next place where the Origin Source emerges will be that Human Race's... final resting place!"

Time flowed slowly in an eerie calm and oppressive atmosphere.

Several months have passed in the blink of an eye.

The entire Lesser War Zone fell into an unprecedented deathly silence. All the surviving Alien Races Martial Gods, under the command of the Moshi, formed a temporary hunting alliance, exchanging Divine Thoughts with each other, like a giant spider web, waiting for prey to walk into the trap.

They are all waiting.

Finally, on a certain day...

Rumble!!

The entire Land of Hongmeng trembled violently without warning!

A golden beam of light, even thicker and more dazzling than when Qingshan and the others sacrificed themselves, resembled a sword of creation, fiercely tearing apart the blood-red Firmament!

The grand, ancient laws resounded throughout heaven and earth, and a terrifying energy storm transformed into visible ripples, sweeping wildly in all directions.

The second Primordial Origin Source Fortune has been born!

Moreover, its quality far surpasses that of the first batch!

Around that golden pillar of light, on a shattered Star Domain that had already been prepared.

Moshi sat cross-legged, with more than ten terrifying Lesser Martial Gods standing in four directions behind him, their expressions icy.

A series of interconnected killing formations, each constructed from different laws, flickered with light, transforming this area into an absolute death zone.

All eyes were fixed on the Hongmeng Origin Source that floated within the golden pillar of light, radiating endless allure.

They are waiting.

Waiting for that figure who would never give up such an opportunity for the future of Human Race.

Time passed, second by second.

Just as all the Alien Races Martial Gods reached the peak of their anticipation and killing intent.

Without warning, a tiny ripple appeared in the space beside the golden pillar of light.

Dressed in black, Chen Fan slowly emerged from the void.

He first calmly glanced at the Hongmeng Origin Source that was enough to drive any Martial God mad, then his gaze swept over the Moshi who was already on high alert, as well as the more than ten Alien Races Martial Gods behind him.

His face showed no panic, no solemnity, not even anger.

Only a cold arc slowly curved upwards.

He ignored the supreme opportunity that was within reach, his gaze calmly falling on Moshi, and spoke softly, his voice clearly reaching the ears of every Alien Races Martial God who had laid out Heaven-and-Earth Net:

"I am coming."

"Are you ready to die?"