The Only Way
The roar transformed into a storm that swept across the Star Sea, shattering several Dead Stars along its path.
The White Emperor's expression was indifferent, his brows revealing a chilling aura that seemed to survey an entire era.
He didn't even bother to listen to the other's barking, and simply slowly raised his right hand.
Starlight gathered in his palm, and countless Spatial Rifts intertwined at his fingertips to form a phantom ancient sword that stretched across the heavens.
"In the Boundary Sea, I could slay three of your Supreme Extreme Dao Dharma Bodies in succession, crushing you like a bedbug and sending you rolling back to the Demon Abyss."
The White Emperor's voice was calm and undisturbed, yet it carried an absolute majesty that could sweep across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
"In this vast galaxy... who do you think you are, daring to lay a hand on my Human Race?!"
Before he finished speaking, the White Emperor pointed his fingers like a sword and Void down into the air!
"Get out of here!!"
Boom!
The entire Heavenly Abyss Star Domain trembled violently.
The colossal sword, formed from the light of billions of Stars, pierced through billions of miles of Void, tearing through layers of Dimensions without hindrance, and fiercely stabbed into the scarlet demonic eye in the Firmament!
"Ah! Bai Xuanji, you've gone mad! In the final battle of the Boundary Sea, our race will slaughter your Human Race bloodline!!"
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the starry sky.
The ten-thousand-foot-long demonic eye shattered under the sword light, turning into thick demonic blood that was completely swallowed by the interstellar turbulence.
Billions of light-years away, on the Core Ancestral Star of the Demon Domain, a colossal demonic figure, as large as Star System, roared to the sky, spewing out its Origin Source Divine Blood, its aura utterly depleted.
With a single palm strike, the Dharma Form Annihilation!
Within the Star Domain, the storm subsided.
The White Emperor dispersed his boundless Sword Intent, withdrew his hand, stood still, and turned around.
He looked down at Chen Fan, whose flesh was torn open under the pressure of the Upper Martial God, yet he still stood proudly with his sword in hand, his back straight as a dragon, and a hint of admiration appeared in his deep eyes.
"He withstood the might of the superior deity, and his Dao Heart remained unharmed."
The White Emperor nodded slightly, his tone carrying a hint of approval.
"You didn't embarrass me."
Chen Fan took a deep breath, calming the surging Qi and Blood within him, and clasped his hands in a fist salute:
"White Emperor, for your help."
"Alright, enough of this fluff."
The White Emperor waved his hand, his expression turning solemn again, and glanced up at the deathly silent Void.
"The killing intent of the Ten Thousand Races God-Hunting Ranking has been fully triggered. This guy is nothing but a fool at the head. We cannot stay here any longer. Come with me."
Having said that, the White Emperor swept his long sleeves, and a deep Star System passage suddenly opened up in the Void.
A powerful imperial aura enveloped Chen Fan, who stepped into it.
The Void storm gradually subsided.
As the Interstellar System Transmission Passage dissipated, a desolate and ancient celestial Heavenly Palace appeared before Chen Fan's eyes.
The Heavenly Palace is hidden in the deepest part of the folds of the Star Sea, surrounded by tens of thousands of broken star fragments, and its halls and pillars are all cast from Star-Core Divine Gold.
Above the hall, three thousand dim halos of light flickered uncertainly, like candles burning in a storm. Deep within each halo of light slept the remnant soul and fighting spirit of a fallen Ancient Sages.
White Emperor Sacred Temple.
"Cough..."
The White Emperor stood in the center of the hall. His originally solid white-robed avatar rippled slightly, clearly indicating that the destruction of that demonic eye across realms had severely damaged his main body, which was far away in the Boundary Sea.
He casually wiped away the overflowing brilliance from his fingertips and waved his hand.
Wow!
A Star Map of Ten Thousand Races spanning billions of light-years suddenly unfolded in the Void.
At the center of the Star Map, the blood-red "Ten Thousand Races God-Hunting Ranking" floats above it, with a dazzling golden name at the very top.
White Emperor.
Beside the White Emperor, a blood-red divine rune radiating a soaring murderous aura was frantically swirling, eventually condensing into the two characters "Chen Fan," ranking him second on the list!
"You saw it?"
The White Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Chen Fan with his head turned to the side.
"The gods, demons, and immortals will never allow the Human Race to rise again as a second Heaven-Supporting Colossus. Sixteen years to break through to the middle level—you've already trampled their bottom line. That demon was just a mad dog scouting ahead; the real high-ranking monsters are all eyeing the Federation Border right now."
White Emperor's tone was slightly somber as his gaze swept over Chen Fan's angular young face.
"If you dare to step even half a step beyond the borders of the Federation, those old geezers deep in the Boundary Sea will forcefully descend in their avatars, even at the cost of backlash, and crush you to pieces, skin and bones."
Chen Fan remained calm, glanced down at the lingering bloodstains on his palm, and spoke softly:
"So, Senior White Emperor means for me to cower in this palace like a turtle until the end of time?"
"This isn't about playing the tortoise; it's about avoiding the enemy's sharpest attack."
The White Emperor frowned, pointing to the three thousand lingering souls of Ancient Sages on the dome of the main hall.
"Deep within this Sacred Temple lies the essence of the gods that our Human Race has accumulated over millions of years. You will remain here in seclusion to cultivate in seclusion, while I, this old man, will risk my life in the Boundary Sea to buy you three hundred years. Once you cross the boundary, you can emerge from seclusion to slay the traitors. The Human Race cannot afford the price of losing you."
The hall was deathly silent, with only the flickering flame of the remnant soul candle burning faintly.
Chen Fan chuckled.
He raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of this supreme Human Race, his gaze showing no sign of yielding.
"Three hundred years? Can you really last three hundred years in the Boundary Sea, senior?"
White Emperor's pupils contracted slightly.
Chen Fan placed his hand on the hilt of the Beast-Bone Saber at his waist, his tone as sharp as a blade:
"A towering tree cannot grow in a greenhouse, nor can a god-slaying slayer be nurtured in a secluded palace. To sit and wait for death is nothing more than washing the necks of Human Race and waiting for someone else to wield the blade. My Martial Dao, Chen Fan's path, has always been forged in piles of corpses; there has never been a path of mere survival."
The White Emperor gazed at the young man before him for a long time before letting out a long sigh.
"If you insist on crossing the border, you will surely die. You just experienced the suppression of the Upper Divine Domain. The difference between the middle and upper levels is not power, but a qualitative change in Dimensions."
Who says breaking through a border means actually leaving the border?
A slight smile curved Chen Fan's lips.
The White Emperor was taken aback.
"What do you mean?"
Chen Fan slowly closed his eyes, and from the depths of his Dantian, the Miniature Divine Kingdom emitted a deep, muffled roar.
A wisp of grayish-white Life-and-Death Dao Resonance rose from his body, intertwining and resonating with the warmth of Myriad-People Hearthfire and the chilling, Deathly Stillness True Meaning.
"The Alien Races' vast net can bind this Middle Martial God's body, and it can bind my Human Race bloodline, but... they cannot bind the Mortal World Karma of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds."
Chen Fan opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly reflecting the myriad phenomena of the Lower Realm.
"My physical body resides in the Human Race Hinterland, while my Divine Soul splits into countless dust particles, descending once more upon the myriad realms. The 'Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture' uses heaven and earth as its furnace and all living beings as its catalyst; wherever there is mortal dust, that is my Dao ground, Chen Fan's!"
As soon as he finished speaking, White Emperor's expression changed drastically.
His Divine Thought surged wildly as he deduced the possibilities Chen Fan had described, and shock gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Dividing into countless forms... borrowing from the Lower Realm to complete the Divine Kingdom, thus avoiding the causal deadlock of the higher-ranking figures?!"
The White Emperor took a deep breath, then burst into laughter, which shook the entire Sacred Temple.
"Excellent! What a brilliant idea to use heaven and earth as a furnace!"
The White Emperor's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he took a step forward to stand in front of Chen Fan.
"Today, I slayed the Demon Eye in the Heavenly Abyss. Those bastards can't figure out my true strength, and they won't dare launch a full-scale attack for at least several years! As long as I have a breath left, I will stay here in the Boundary Sea for you!"