Netherworld Venerable
Before he finished speaking, he smoothly drew a minimalist arc with the Broken Saber in his hand.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a wisp of gray-red interwoven Blade Aura swept across the Void.
The killing intent of the Grinding Wheel of Life-and-Death Millstone was contained to the extreme, silently slicing through the protective True Essence and flashing past the neck of the Xuanming Old Monster.
Laugh.
The resentment and terror on Xuanming Old Monster's face froze instantly.
The next moment, black and white Dao Fire burst forth from the cut on his neck.
The physical body, meridians, bones, and even the Divine Soul hidden deep within the Sea of Consciousness were crushed into the most primitive particles in an instant, turning into a pile of grayish-white fragments that scattered with the wind.
A Half-Step Ninth Tier powerhouse who had dominated the Northern Border for hundreds of years was completely annihilated before he could even scream from the ground.
Chen Fan bent down and reached out to pick up the Black Tortoise Shell lying quietly in the ruins.
Brushing away the ashes and dust with his fingertips, a cool and heavy Black Tortoise Life-and-Death Law spread from his fingertips. Unlike the Heaven-Burning sun on the Red Rock Remnant Map, the totem engraved on this tortoise shell was as thick as an abyss, yet it shared the same origin and pulse.
The second fragment of the Guixu Remnant Map has been obtained.
Chen Fan casually tucked the tortoise shell into his pocket, his gaze falling on the Netherworld Bone Talisman floating in the mud pit beside him.
The bone talisman was crafted entirely from ten-thousand-year-old ebony and the skull of a high-level Anomalous Beast, with a faint, extremely secretive Ninth Tier Divine Thought flowing across its surface.
That chilling and sinister aura clearly belonged to the Lord of the Netherworld Heavenly Palace, located deep within the Great Wilderness.
Chen Fan's fingertips twitched slightly, intending to crush the token, but his movement stopped mid-air.
He examined the bone talisman, a deep smile flashing in his eyes.
"Keep it, so the fish that bite will find their nest."
He did not erase that faint causal imprint, but instead put away the bone talisman as well.
Chen Fan sat cross-legged in the center of the broken Formation Disk, closed his eyes, and sank his mind into his Sea of Consciousness.
Martial God Hall, his true form still sits atop the starry river, overlooking all realms.
Every battle and every insight into the World Prototype of the original.
"The Great Wilderness is a prison, where the rules of heaven and earth are incomplete..."
Chen Fan muttered to himself.
In the eyes of the natives of this realm, breaking through to the Ninth Tier means stepping into the God-Demon Domain.
In Chen Fan's view, the so-called gods and demons were nothing more than breaking through to the true Martial God realm.
If this clone can forcefully break through the Heavenly Gate in this suppressed Great Wilderness, defying the heavens to achieve the realm of gods and demons, when the Dao Fruits of the two bodies are combined and verified, his true self can not only instantly break through the barrier of Lesser Martial God, but also save tens of thousands of years of hard cultivation and directly cross the peak of Middle Martial God!
And that so-called Guixu Secret Realm is the key to breaking this cage.
The once-in-a-millennium Blood Moon Tide is still a whole month away.
"One month... is enough."
Chen Fan composed himself, drew his sword, and stepped into the air, rising directly from the shattered pit.
Half an hour later, in the Council Hall of the City Lord's Mansion's mansion.
Wang Dafu cautiously led the two squads of elite Fire Crows into the hall, where they were met by Chen Fan, who was leaning against the tiger-skin throne directly above, wiping the dust off his Broken Saber with coarse linen.
"Young... Young Master, what was that noise from underground just now..."
Wang Dafu swallowed hard, his small eyes darting around, but he didn't see the figure of the Xuanming Old Monster.
"That old tortoise couldn't accept it and has already turned to ashes."
Chen Fan casually tossed the wiping cloth onto the table, his tone as indifferent as if he had crushed an ant.
"From today onwards, Xuanming City has no city lord. You will take over the Protective City Formation and the guard's military seals. Connect the treasuries of the two cities and excavate all the Spirit Grains and herbs that the aristocratic families and sects have hoarded, distributing them to the Mine Slaves and ordinary people in the city."
Wang Dafu's entire body of fat trembled violently, and he knelt down with a thud, this time not out of fear, but out of excitement.
"Young Master, rest assured! Even if this old servant sacrifices all his wealth, he will manage to keep the two main cities in the Northern Border as solid as an iron fortress!"
With Chen Fan's order conveyed, the entire Xuanming City underwent a power shift in a very short time.
The black banner with red stripes of the Fire Crow Tribe hung high above the majestic city tower, forming a triangular alliance with Red Rock City.
In the darkness, a vast Fortune all people, traversed thousands of miles of Void, transforming into boundless vitality, and once again frantically poured into the Miniature Divine Kingdom within Chen Fan's body.
At the same time.
Tens of thousands of miles away from the Northern Border, in the heart of the Great Wilderness.
Here, the mountains pierce the sky like sharp swords, and a deathly, malevolent aura perpetually shrouds the Firmament, obscuring the sun and preventing even a glimmer of light from reaching the earth.
Countless vengeful spirits swirled and howled in the valley; this place was the forbidden land that terrified countless cultivators in the Great Wilderness — the Netherworld Heavenly Palace.
Deep within a colossal black palace entirely constructed from the skulls of countless powerful beings.
The withered old man, who was sitting cross-legged on the White Bone Throne, suddenly opened his eyes.
Those eyes had no whites; only two pale green flames burned fiercely in their sockets.
Click!
In the Void before the old man, a black Life Token that had been floating suddenly exploded into a shower of bone dust.
"Xuanming's life contract... is broken?"
The hoarse, grating sound echoed in the hall, like rusty iron sheets rubbing against each other.
The Netherworld Venerable frowned, and the chilling ghost fire flickered violently.
The Xuanming Old Monster was merely a pawn he casually placed in the Northern Border hundreds of years ago; his life or death was of no importance.
But in that old man's hand, he was tightly clutching the Black Tortoise Fragmentary Map, which was indispensable for opening the Guixu Secret Realm!
Moreover, in the desolate and barren Northern Border borderlands, Half-Step Ninth Tier warrior is practically an unstoppable force.
That fool from Giant Spirit City always minds his own business and would never rashly cross realms to kill Xuanming.
"Who dares to touch my pawns...?"
The Netherworld Venerable snorted coldly, and the entire White Bone Palace shook violently, the Yin energy filling the sky almost solidifying.
With the Blood Moon approaching, he absolutely could not leave the heartland in a high-profile manner, lest he arouse the suspicion of the other old immortals deep in the Great Wilderness.
"Gu You."
From the void, a tall figure clad in pale white bone armor quietly emerged, kneeling on one knee, radiating a chilling aura of Eighth-Order Late Stage cultivator.
"Go to Xuanming City in the Northern Border."
The Netherworld Venerable raised his hand and tossed a crimson, blood-red, shuttle-shaped magical artifact, his tone chilling to the bone.
"Use my Soul -Soul-Seizing Blood Shuttle to investigate the cause of Xuanming's death. If the incomplete map falls into the hands of outsiders, whoever it is... skin them alive, extract their souls, and bring the map back to the Heavenly Palace."
"Receive the imperial decree!"
Commander Gu You reached out and caught the Blood Shuttle. His figure transformed into a streak of gray-black Stream of Light and vanished instantly outside the hall.
A few breaths later, a massive, pitch-black Netherworld Flying Vessel tore through the dark clouds, carrying a chilling killing intent, and roared towards the Northern Border at full speed.
Meanwhile, in Xuanming City, tens of thousands of miles away.
Chen Fan, who was leaning against the stone couch in the Quiet Chamber, suddenly stopped stroking the tortoise shell.
He slowly turned his head, his deep eyes piercing through the window frame, calmly gazing at the invisible killing intent rolling in from the south.
"They arrived quite quickly."
The young man chuckled and slowly drew the Broken Saber from his waist.