Then Don't Leave
Above the God-Burial Abyss, the cold wind tore through the sky.
A colossal bronze Giant Gate, towering tens of thousands of feet high, stood atop the black Abyss. From the cracks of its patina, wisps of life-giving energy, as white as jade, cascaded down, creating transparent ripples in the surrounding solidified Void.
Dozens of white bone ships and red copper warships, obscuring the sun, hovered in various parts of the Void, firmly occupying the best positions for the gushing of the Earth Vein Spirit Springs.
The figures scattered in front of the various camps were all emaciated, their robes so ancient that their age was indistinguishable.
Those were Ninth Tier old monsters that had lingered in the heart of the Great Wilderness for hundreds or thousands of years. Their life force had long since dried up, and only their deep-set eyes burned with an almost morbid greed for lifespan.
Buzz!
The Void rippled violently, and two long rainbows, one gray and one yellow, pierced through the extreme northern wind and snow, landing fiercely on the rocks at the edge of the abyss.
The raging winds were crushed.
The towering, iron-tower-like body of the Giant Spirit City Lord was revealed, its earthen-yellow mountain-like divine light flowing around it, causing the surrounding gravity to slightly sink.
Beside him stood a boy dressed in plain white linen clothes, his hands behind his back, a dry blade of grass still between his teeth, and a rough, broken Broken Saber with serrated edges loosely tied to his back.
The arrival of the two broke the deathly silence.
On the warships and Flying Boat, several ancient and cold Divine Thoughts swept over like a tide.
"That's... a giant from the Northern Border?"
"This young upstart from this remote and desolate place actually dares to wade into these muddy waters."
A few disdainful sneers echoed from the depths of the Void.
In the eyes of these old monsters deep in the Great Wilderness, the Northern Border was nothing more than an uncivilized, bitterly cold land, where the rules of heaven and earth were incomplete.
The Giant Spirit City Lord had only broken through to the Ninth Tier a little over a hundred years ago. In front of these supreme beings who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, he couldn't even be ranked.
On the Nine Nether Bone Boat of the Netherworld Heavenly Palace, the Netherworld Venerable, who was sitting cross-legged in layers of black mist, slowly opened his eyes.
His face was sickly pale; a few days ago, a strange backlash had pierced his Sea of Consciousness, and the injury had not yet healed.
His Divine Thought swept coldly over the Giant Spirit City Lord, then passed over Chen Fan beside him.
There was no fluctuation of True Essence, his Qi and Blood were mediocre, and his bone age was no more than ten years old.
The Netherworld Venerable didn't even lift his eyelids, treating Chen Fan as a tribal Daoist boy brought by the Giant Spirit City Lord to serve tea and water, and shifted his gaze back to the Ancient Bronze Gate.
Faced with the chance to become an immortal or extend one's life, an ant is not worth his time and effort.
However, just because others ignore it doesn't mean no one will challenge it.
"Giant Spirit."
A hoarse, piercing sound, like rusty metal scraping against each other, suddenly rang out.
On the left, a hunched figure slowly stood up from a giant chariot carved entirely from ten-thousand-year-old blood jade.
The old man was draped in a blood-red crane cloak, his eyes were sunken, and his skin and flesh were shriveled and stuck to his skull. He was surrounded by an extremely dense aura of Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood.
Blood Butcher Mad Old Man!
A notorious Mid-Ninth Tier powerhouse in the heart of the Great Wilderness, he once slaughtered over a hundred tribes to refine Blood Pills in order to prolong his life. He is known for his tyrannical and unpredictable nature.
He looked down at the Giant Spirit City Lord from his high vantage point, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
"You bumpkin from the Northern Border, you only managed to reach the Ninth Tier by sheer luck of the earth's veins, and you really think you can be ranked alongside us old folks?"
The Giant Spirit City Lord's face darkened, and the muscles in his arms tensed instantly.
"Blood Butcher, the Bronze Gate has appeared, all Ninth Tier in the world can compete for its opportunities, why can't I come?"
"You dare call yourself the Ninth Tier Under Heaven?"
The Blood Butcher Mad Old Man let out a strange laugh, slamming his white bone cane heavily onto the carriage shaft, causing the Void to crack.
"With the thirty-six tribes of the heartland here, where can you barbarians from the Northern Border find a foothold? If you know what's good for you, get out here and lie down in the snow a hundred thousand miles away! After we've eaten and drunk our fill, if there's any leftover scraps, perhaps you can lick them clean!"
Boom!
The overwhelming bloodthirst of the Mid-Ninth Tier erupted suddenly, like a blood-red ocean pouring down from the sky, heading straight for the face of the Giant Spirit City Lord.
The Giant Spirit City Lord's face turned ashen, and a surge of blood rose in his throat. Although he had broken through to the Ninth Tier, his foundation was indeed no match for these old monsters from the heartland who had refined massive amounts of resources.
Facing this murderous intent alone, the towering layer of black ice beneath his feet crumbled inch by inch.
Normally, he might have had to grit his teeth and swallow his anger, temporarily backing down.
But today...
The Giant Spirit City Lord subconsciously turned his head to look at the boy beside him.
Chen Fan spat out the grass stem from his mouth.
He lifted his eyelids, glanced at the Blood Butcher Mad Old Man, and looked at him with an indifferent expression, as if he were looking at a pile of rotting flesh on the roadside.
"Even though half his body has rotted into the coffin, he's still talking like a chatterbox."
Chen Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated everyone's ears amidst the surging magical energy at the mouth of the abyss.
"Old dog, you're just wasting air by being alive. If you want to die, take two steps forward."
Dead silence.
The entire God-Burial Abyss, spanning thousands of miles, was suddenly shrouded in snow and wind.
On dozens of warships, all the old monsters who had been resting with their eyes closed suddenly opened them, their gazes falling on the ten-year-old child who had uttered such arrogant words with astonishment and uncertainty.
The Blood Butcher Mad Old Man was stunned for a moment, then his withered old face twisted and deformed with extreme rage, and he laughed in a fit of fury.
"You little beast! Giant Spirit, is this the slave you've trained? You ignorant bastard, today I'll extract your Divine Soul and burn it for forty-nine days in human oil!"
Before he could finish speaking, Blood Butcher Mad Old Man's withered right claw shot out into the air.
Boom!
The blood energy between heaven and earth was instantly drained, and a giant white bone and blood-fiend claw, thousands of feet long, condensed in the Void.
The power of the Mid-Ninth Tier Power of Laws distorted the light, accompanied by a shrill, Divine Soul -tearing howl, and crashed down on Chen Fan's head like Mount Tai!
This single claw strike is enough to reduce a towering, solitary peak to dust!
Just as the Giant Spirit City Lord was about to mobilize the Mountain and Mountain Law Domain to make a move, Chen Fan had already taken action.
He didn't even draw the Broken Saber from his back.
Faced with the overwhelming, blood-red claws descending upon him, Chen Fan simply took a step forward calmly.
Boom!
The void within Void radius of a thousand feet trembled violently, and the originally violently pressing bloodthirsty power suddenly solidified three feet above Chen Fan's head. Immediately afterwards, a Black-and-White Millstone phantom encompassing life and death burst open from behind Chen Fan, like an inverted Taiji Divine Mountain, forcibly tearing the entire world apart!
A flawless Ninth Tier absolute Law Domain!
"This is... Ninth Tier?!"
A ten-year-old Ninth Tier giant?! Impossible!
Exclamations erupted from the warships on all sides.
The cruelty on the Blood Butcher Mad Old Man's face froze instantly, replaced by a chilling dread that ran deep in his bones.
His blood-fiend giant claw, which had accumulated his life's cultivation, disintegrated rapidly the moment it touched the black and white Law Domain, just like snow melting under the blazing sun!
I told you to get out, but you wouldn't.
Chen Fan's eyes were indifferent. He casually flipped his right hand and struck down with his palm in mid-air.
"Then don't leave at all."
Click!
A corner of the Firmament above their heads was shattered by this single palm strike.