Journey to Guixu
The Giant Spirit City Lord clasped his hands together, letting the sharp nail plates pierce into his palm flesh.
"That old dog from the Netherworld Heavenly Palace has such a keen sense of smell!"
The Giant Spirit City Lord gritted his teeth, a deep despair and exhaustion flashing in his eyes.
Those old monsters in the heart of the Great Wilderness, nearing the end of their lives, had long since gone mad.
He originally thought that Chen Fan, with his unpredictable and mysterious Life Life-and-Death Blade Aura, could at least hold off one or two powerful enemies for him in the Far North, and fight for a sliver of opportunity for him.
Unexpectedly, the month-long deadline passed, and the other side had not even managed to leave the Northern Border.
The Ancient Bronze Gate above the God-Burial Abyss in the far north has appeared, and the Guixu will open in the next few days.
Without anyone joining forces, his solo journey would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den; he would be torn apart and devoured alive by those ancient beings who have entrenched themselves in the heartland for thousands of years.
"Is Heaven determined to cut off my path...?"
The Lord of Giant Spirit City Lord looked up at the Blood Moon and let out a long, mournful sigh.
However, at the very moment his sigh fell...
Buzz!
The tenfold Gravity Domain that had enveloped the entire Mountain-Viewing Terrace suddenly stopped without warning.
It wasn't forcibly shattered by external force, but rather as if a higher level of heaven and earth had forcibly embedded itself in, silently smoothing out the gravity rules of the entire Mountain-Viewing Terrace in an instant!
The Lord of Giant Spirit City Lord stiffened abruptly, his Qi and Blood and qi surging wildly as he instantly assumed a fighting stance.
Sizzle!
The once stable Void above their heads was torn open by an invisible hand, leaving a scorched crack several feet long.
The biting, piercing spatial winds howled and surged, but were instantly dissolved into the most primordial spiritual energy of heaven and earth as they overflowed.
A slender, petite figure, with a green blade of grass dangling from its mouth and its hands casually tucked into the wide sleeves of its plain white robe, strolled leisurely out of the dark, turbulent Spatial Turbulence.
The rough, broken Broken Saber, riddled with nicks and chips, was still tied crookedly to his back.
The boy looked no more than ten years old, with long hair fluttering in the wind, and deep, dark eyes that were pure and otherworldly.
Clatter
Chen Fan landed steadily on the White Marble steps of the Mountain-Viewing Terrace, spat out the grass stem in his mouth, and glanced indifferently at the two dumbfounded people.
"Brother Giant Spirit, you look so pale. Did you think I died on the way?"
A clear, indifferent voice echoed across the empty platform.
The Giant Spirit City Lord was stunned for a moment, then his face broke into a look of wild joy, as if the Shi Meng been lifted.
"Brother! You truly keep your word!"
The Giant Spirit City Lord laughed loudly, his burly body like an iron tower striding forward. He habitually extended his Divine Thought, wanting to check if Chen Fan had been injured in the attack by the Netherworld Heavenly Palace.
However!
Just as the Giant Spirit City Lord's Divine Thought touched the three-foot Void around Chen Fan.
Boom!
The Mystic Astral Ironrock beneath the feet of the Giant Spirit City Lord suddenly sank half an inch, and he was struck as if by lightning. His forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, and his pupils shrank to two pinpoints!
In his Divine Thought perception, what was standing before him not a ten-year-old boy at all?
That was clearly a bottomless, slowly rotating miniature chaos!
The True Meaning of Life and Death, in black and white, is like two Primordial Era dragons, hidden deep within the seemingly tender meridians and flesh of the boy.
Within a radius of a thousand feet, the air no longer belonged to the Great Wilderness; every ray of light and every speck of dust pulsed in rhythm with Chen Fan's breath.
That wasn't the rudimentary form of Half-Step Ninth Tier Domain Embryo.
That is the true Ninth Tier, achieved only by completely breaking the shackles of heaven and earth and evolving one's own Dao Principles into an absolute domain!
"Nine... Ninth-Tier Domain?!"
The Giant Spirit City Lord's voice trembled violently. He took three steps back, the color draining from his face at a visible speed, and his finger pointing at Chen Fan trembled uncontrollably.
"You... you've broken through to the Ninth Tier?! How is that possible! Just a month ago you were only at the Eighth-Order Late Stage..."
The guard commander Yue Heng, immediately collapsed to his knees, his heavy armor soaked with cold sweat.
Ninth Tier giant!
If this message were to reach the heart of the Great Wilderness, even the most powerful and ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years would have their Dao Hearts shattered into pieces on the spot!
Chen Fan remained calm as he gently brushed away the spatial ash that had settled on his shoulder.
"I just happened to experience some worldly affairs and stumbled upon a threshold; it's nothing to mention."
Chen Fan spoke casually, his eyes showing no trace of smugness, remaining as still as a deep, stagnant pool.
Smoothly?
The Giant Spirit City Lord's lips twitched violently, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He has been stuck at the early Ninth Tier for a full 120 years, consuming all the rarest treasures in the world and enduring the cold stares and exclusion from the old monsters in the heartland, yet he has not made an inch of progress to this day.
This prodigy, barely ten years old, had shattered the strongest shackles of this broken world after only a month of seclusion!
After the initial shock, an indescribable ecstasy exploded in the chest of the Giant Spirit City Lord like a raging fire!
The strength has changed.
Their positions have been completely reversed.
He had previously thought he was leading a capable junior, but now it seemed that Chen Fan was the true pillar of strength in this desperate battle!
Two contemporary Ninth Tier cultivators joining forces!
Looking across the entire Great Wilderness, who dares to underestimate the Northern Border even slightly?!
The Giant Spirit City Lord clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, his waist bending slightly involuntarily, his expression more solemn and dignified than ever before.
"Mr. Chen is a man of extraordinary talent; I was blind to his abilities! With you by my side, what do we in the Northern Border have to fear from the heroes of the world on this journey to the Guixu!"
The way he addressed me quietly changed from "brother" to "sir".
Chen Fan naturally noticed the change in his perception, but he didn't point it out.
This has always been the rule of this world: might makes right, and this applies even to his avatar who has experienced the mortal world.
Enough with the nonsense.
Chen Fan looked up at the far northern Firmament, where the dark golden pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth had solidified into a tangible form, and the faint sound of ancient bells echoed across millions of miles of land.
"Let's go, to the far north, and meet those old fogies who can't bear to die."
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fan lightly stomped his foot.
Boom!
The Void beneath their feet shattered instantly, like a mirror, and the gray and red Dao Rhythm transformed into a thousand-foot-long rainbow that tore through the Ye Mu, instantly sweeping towards the frigid Northern Border horizon.
The Giant Spirit City Lord's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. He roared and his body emanated a dark yellow mountain aura, like a meteorite rising against the heavens, which then shot into the sky.
The Far North, the God-Burial Abyss.
The raging blizzard blotted out the sun, and the extreme cold of hundreds of degrees below zero froze the air into white ice crystals.
A terrifying black Abyss, unfathomable and spanning millions of miles, lies across the land, like a scar slashed by a god.
Above that dark and icy Abyss, a Giant Gate, tens of thousands of feet tall and covered in greenish-blue patina, was slowly emerging from the void.
The door was slightly ajar, letting out wisps of pure vitality that drove everyone wild.
Abyss, dozens of enormous white bone Flying Boats and bronze warships, radiating world-destroying power, were already anchored. Dozens of powerful and vast Ninth Tier pressures collided and intertwined, crushing the wind and snow within a radius of ten thousand miles into a vacuum.
The ancient monsters from the heart of the Great Wilderness have all gathered here.