Profound Nether City Lord
Although this clone is only ten years old in terms of bone age, it carries a wisp of his Martial God's Divine Soul, and its foundation has long been honed to an indestructible state.
After a series of battles, his Peak Seventh Rank physical body had been thoroughly cleansed by his Qi and Blood, leaving him just one step away from victory.
"Condensation."
Chen Fan formed complex hand seals and softly uttered a single word.
Boom!
The water and fire totems on his chest suddenly burst forth with dazzling light. The cold dampness of the Blackwater Black Serpent and the violent heat of the Fire Crow intertwined wildly around him, eventually transforming into a spinning Black-and-White Millstone phantom.
As soon as the Millstone appeared, its terrifying devouring power surged dramatically!
Around the secret chamber, the mountain of fire crystals instantly cracked with a crisp sound. Countless streams of pure spiritual energy, as thick as an arm, were forcibly pulled out, roaring as they plunged into the Millstone like rivers flowing into the sea.
The rolling magma below stirred up fire waves several meters high, Earthfire Fiend Qi was frantically drawn out, rushing into Chen Fan's body through his pores.
The violent energy surged through the meridians, causing the bones to tremble violently and producing a metallic clang.
If an ordinary cultivator were to devour something like that, they would have exploded and died long ago, but Chen Fan remained calm and composed.
As the Millstone turned, the raging earth fire and yin energy were forcibly crushed into the purest Origin Source, transforming into surging Qi and Blood that nourished the entire body.
One day and night, two days and nights.
By the dawn of the third day, all the spirit stones in the lava chamber had turned to ashes, and even the magma below had dimmed, solidifying into a thick layer of dark gray rock.
A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart, suddenly resounded deep within Chen Fan's calm Dantian.
The forces of water and fire merged seamlessly, transforming into a misty, Chaos Qi.
The invisible barrier that had been blocking his way shattered instantly, and an overwhelming and unstoppable pressure surged from his body!
Eighth-Order, complete!
Chen Fan opened his eyes, a flash of black and white light appearing deep within his pupils before disappearing completely, returning to a pair of clear and lively young eyes.
He stood up and casually threw a punch.
The air in front was instantly compressed into a piercing explosion, and the rock wall blasted open, creating a huge crater.
"Finally, I have some ability to protect myself." Chen Fan rubbed his wrist and grinned.
Pushing open the stone door to the secret chamber, the morning sun was just beginning to shine down from the horizon.
In front of the main hall, Zhao Qianjue, dressed in a crimson brocade robe, had been waiting for a long time.
Behind him, several deacons of the Blazing Sun Sect stood with their heads bowed, their expressions solemn.
Hearing footsteps, Zhao Qianjue turned around, and the moment his gaze fell on Chen Fan, his heart skipped a beat.
In just three days, the young man's demeanor had completely changed.
If Chen Fan a peerless, deadly blade that drank blood as soon as it was drawn, then at this moment, he was like a bottomless Abyss, his aura heavy and vast, even making this well-known Eighth-Order expert feel a momentary suffocation.
He broke through again?!
The thought exploded in Zhao Qianjue's mind, causing another layer of cold sweat to seep down his back.
A ten-year-old Eighth-Order giant... When did such a monster appear in this Great Wilderness?
Zhao Qianjue dared not delay, quickly stepped forward, and bowed deeply.
"Brother Chen, you look good."
"I only ate a few stones during my seclusion and gained some minor insights," Chen Fan chuckled casually, then stepped forward and patted Zhao Qianjue on the shoulder like a close friend. "Sect Leader Zhao, you've kept us waiting. Shall we set off now?"
Zhao Qianjue stiffened slightly from the slap, then quickly chuckled dryly, "Not long, not long, the timing is perfect, please, brother!"
Without further delay, the two transformed into streaks of light and soared into the sky.
The wind howled, and the mountains and giant trees beneath our feet rushed backward.
In less than half an incense stick's time, on the distant horizon, a magnificent city, entirely cast from Obsidian and as imposing as an ancient behemoth, rose from the ground.
Profound Nether Main City!
In the center of the city, a colossal, pitch-black tower, towering ten thousand feet high, stood proudly. Heavy, leaden-gray clouds swirled around the tower, emanating a powerful Divine Soul of law that sent shivers down one's spine.
On the giant tower plaza, all sorts of luxurious carriages and ferocious beast mounts were already parked.
Sword boats from the Myriad Sword Pavilion, cloud-stepping fire lions from the Wild Lion Valley, seven-colored Water Beasts from the Heavenly Water Palace... all the sect leaders from within a radius of 30,000 miles gathered here, their imposing auras intertwined, making it almost impossible for the low-level cultivators on the plaza to breathe.
Zhao Qianjue and Chen Fan Escape Light from mid-air, attracting many curious glances.
When everyone saw that the person accompanying Zhao Qianjue was a black-robed youth who still looked like a child and had a bone knife hanging from his waist, many of the old monsters' eyes flashed with contempt and doubt.
"Sect Leader Zhao, what kind of junior from your own family has been brought to the Pilgrimage Hall?"
In the distance, a middle-aged swordsman dressed in a white and gold sword robe crossed his arms and sneered.
Zhao Qianjue's eyelids twitched, and he was about to speak when the heavy doors of the giant tower, which had been closed for months, slowly opened with a muffled, thunderous roar!
A terrifying pressure belonging to the Eighth-Order Peak swept out from the tower, and the square instantly fell silent.
The leaders of the various powers straightened their expressions and, in order of seniority, entered in turn, concealing their presence.
Chen Fan remained calm, one hand behind his back, and followed Zhao Qianjue across the towering threshold.
The interior of the giant tower is much more spacious than it appears from the outside.
The floor was entirely made of polished Obsidian, reflecting the eerie blue flames burning on both sides of the main hall.
Thousands of fine Defensive Runes spiraled upwards along the stone pillars, converging at the center of the palace roof.
A dark golden orb, radiating immense pressure, floated there.
The powerful aura of Eighth-Order Peak slowly descended from above the main hall, so heavy that it seemed to freeze the air.
The leaders of the various sects suppressed their arrogance, held their breath, and stood solemnly in their predetermined seating arrangements.
Zhao Qianjue stood third from the left, his back ramrod straight, his hands hanging neatly at his sides.
Chen Fan stood beside him, one hand behind his back.
Unlike the obsequious old men around him, Chen Fan tilted his head back, his gaze wandering from the nodes of the great array beneath his feet all the way up to the precious pearl on the roof of the hall. He looked relaxed and even scratched his chin.
"Brother, tone it down, the city lord is watching."
Zhao Qianjue's lips moved slightly, his voice barely audible, revealing his barely concealed nervousness.
Chen Fan looked away, smiled, but did not reply.
Inside the palace, on a high platform, stands a large throne made of black jade.
An elderly man dressed in a long, dark robe sat upright on the throne, surrounded by a faint, lead-gray aura. His face was withered, but his eyes were extremely bright, with a faint light of divine law flowing between them as they opened and closed.
This is the Profound Nether Main City, an Eighth-Order Peak powerhouse who has been stationed in the Profound Nether City Lord for two hundred years.
The Profound Nether City Lord's gaze swept over the Myriad Sword Pavilion Master, the Wild Lion Valley Lord, and others below, and the heroes bowed in respect.
Only the black-robed youth, who was half a head shorter, stood tall in the front row of the main hall.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
Chen Fan's eyes were clear, carrying a condescending and critical gaze. The Profound Nether City Lord's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest.
He couldn't sense the slightest fear of facing a superior in this child, nor could he detect even a ripple of True Qi fluctuation.
It is bottomless.