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A massive spatial rift, hundreds of feet in diameter, was forcibly torn open, from which an endless gray-black storm poured in, its dense, almost tangible chilling death energy mixed with ghostly wails and howls, instantly engulfing the entire world.

The temperature of the entire Divine City plummeted by 30% at that moment.

"Fallen Immortal Ancient Plains! The Immortal Alliance is actually serious this time?!"

"That's a burial ground from 100,000 years ago! The malevolent energy within would wipe out half of Golden Core cultivator's cultivation if they inhaled just one breath!"

Countless cultivators turned pale.

Lu Heaven-Burning laughed loudly, stomped his right foot on the dragon chariot, and transformed into a dazzling golden sun, taking the lead in rushing towards the Void vortex.

"Disciples of the Golden Crow Immortal Pavilion, follow me inside and clear the area!"

Immediately following, the Black Jade Bone Boat of the Taiyin Demon Sect, the Prodigies Warship of the Myriad Phenomena Academy, and the disciples of countless major clans from all directions of the Southern Nation displayed their supernatural powers, transforming into countless Stream of Light that densely rushed into the storm's great hole.

Beside the stone steps, Chen Changqing's eyes were bloodshot.

He stared at the terrifying and sinister vortex of space, and could no longer suppress the despair and resolve in his heart.

He suddenly squatted down, grabbed Chen Fan's forearm, and tremblingly pulled out a handful of talismans from his pocket.

The thick stack of items consisted entirely of Second Tier Divine Movement Talisman, Concealment Talisman, and Diamond Talisman that he had painstakingly crafted over the past few days in a secluded courtyard in the Divine City, using his own life essence.

There is even an Earth-level Escape Spirit Jade that he has treasured for two hundred years.

"Fan'er, listen to your father."

Chen Changqing's voice was hoarse as he forcefully stuffed all the talismans into Chen Fan's clothes and pressed down hard on his shoulders.

"Once inside, no matter where you land, immediately crush this spirit jade! Dive into the deepest part of the earth's veins and hide!"

"Don't argue over that damned 'Fiend Token,' and don't care about the reputation of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect!"

"Three days... As long as you can hold out until the secret realm closes in three days, I will beg Myriad Phenomena Academy and kneel before the Immortal Alliance deacons to ensure you leave the Divine City alive!"

Chen Changqing's eyes were brimming with tears, and his hands were rough yet burning hot.

Chen Fan looked down at the messy stack of inferior talisman papers in his arms, which were soaked with the Golden Core Blood Essence.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, the "Myriad Realms Red Dust Scripture" trembled violently once more. The deepest and purest mortal desires transformed into a surging river, frantically washing over the Miniature Divine Kingdom within the Dantian, making the white array eye of that Life-and-Death Millstone even more dazzling.

Chen Fan raised his head and smiled at his father Early Nascent Soul with slightly graying temples.

"Father, don't worry."

Chen Fan spoke softly, casually patting the talisman on his chest.

"The flowers in my yard haven't been watered yet, so I took the sign and came out."

After saying that, without waiting for Chen Changqing to stop him again, his small body twisted slightly, transforming into a wisp of smoke that seemed clumsy but was actually integrated into the trajectory of heaven and earth. He calmly stepped off the stone steps and leaped directly into the raging tide of Death Fiend Qi.

"Fan'er!!"

Chen Changqing cried out in alarm, trying to reach out and grab it, but was violently pushed away by the spatial recoil that rushed towards him.

The gray-black spatial vortex spewed out icy gales.

However.

Just as Chen Fan's small figure completely stepped into the spatial rift...

Deep within the Void vortex he had stepped into, the chaotic Death Fiend Qi that had been raging and tearing apart countless magical artifacts suddenly froze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards.

Beneath the Abyss, the ancient stillness that had remained dormant for millennia seemed to have touched some primordial will that transcended the ultimate Dao, causing it to surge and boil uncontrollably!

The dizzying, tearing sensation lasted only half a breath.

Once the ripples in the Void before my eyes subsided, the sensation beneath my feet became dry, cold, and hard.

Chen Fan landed steadily on the dark red scorched earth.

The soil here is soaked with the remnants of blood from ancient powerful beings, dried and solidified over thousands of years into a dark reddish-brown color resembling iron.

The sky was low and dark, obscuring the sunlight, with only a thick, leaden-gray cloud rolling about, accompanied by the piercing wails of lingering souls.

The howling, eerie wind, like a steel blade scraping bones, swept across the wilderness.

"Ah! My hand!"

"Quick! Poison-avoiding pills! Grade Three Clear Spirit Jade Dew, swallow them quickly!"

A hundred feet away from Chen Fan, several cultivators from small and medium-sized sects who had landed there due to spatial fluctuations had just regained their footing when they burst into heart-wrenching screams.

Those dark gray, ancient Death Fiend Qi were everywhere, frantically burrowing into the cultivator's body through every pore.

The protective True Essence of the two young cultivators at the mid-stage of the Golden Core was corroded and riddled with holes. The skin and flesh exposed outside their robes quickly withered and turned black, emitting a nauseating, ashen stench.

Panic ensued. Some gritted their teeth and tore open their eroded flesh, while others frantically poured out handfuls of pills from their Storage Rings and stuffed them into their mouths. Some even summoned the protective bronze bells bestowed upon them by their sect elders, cowering in the array of light and trembling.

"This place... is no place for a human to live!"

"The Immortal Alliance has gone mad! This isn't selecting Prodigies, it's sending us to our deaths!"

The curses and screams were quickly torn apart and scattered by the gale.

And on the edge of this chaotic and war-torn land.

Chen Fan still had the green grass stem he had taken from the Four Directions Lodge dangling from his mouth, his hands casually tucked into his wide sleeves.

Call!!

A vortex of raging, dark gray Death Fiend Qi formed visible to the naked eye, pouring wildly into his eleven-year-old Mortal Body.

If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, being struck head-on by such a concentration of Death Fiend Qi would cause their Qi Sea to instantly wither and decay.

However, the moment the Death Fiend Qi touched Chen Fan's skin, the Miniature Divine Kingdom deep within his Dantian trembled slightly.

On the black and white Life-and-Death Millstone, the array eye, which was entirely black and represented the ultimate meaning of death, suddenly lit up with a faint light.

All the violent and deathly laws, the instant they crossed the body's surface, were crushed by an invisible Millstone into the purest Yin and Yang Dao Rhythms, transforming into gushing springs that continuously flowed into the parched Sea of Death Fiend Qi within the Divine Kingdom.

Chen Fan squinted comfortably, a series of soft crackling sounds emanating from his joints.

What outsiders would avoid like the plague of deadly poison was, to him, like an open-air feast laden with delicacies.

"A mixture of evil spirits left over from the Immortal-Demon Battlefield 100,000 years ago. The taste is a bit rough, but the quantity is plentiful and filling."

He made a casual remark to himself.

He precisely suppressed the expansion of his Divine Kingdom within three inches of his body, without revealing the slightest ripple.

Just then, a warm sensation came from my chest.

That was the thick stack of talismans that Chen Changqing, with red eyes, had forced into his arms before they entered the plain.

On the rough yellow paper, the crooked runes drawn with cinnabar and the Origin Source the Golden Core elixir were trying their best to emit a faint bright yellow halo, attempting to protect their young master from the raging yin winds all around.

Under the corrosive influence of the fourth-grade Death Fiend Qi, these cheap goods, which were at most Second Tier low-level, had their edges beginning to turn slightly black and scorched.

Chen Fan glanced down, a helpless yet gentle smile appearing on his lips.

Instead of letting his own Qi and Blood shatter the waste paper, he stretched out two fingers, carefully pinched out a crumpled "Diamond Talisman," and solemnly patted it onto his left chest.