Dad, I'm Still Your Child
As long as he can escape back to the underground of the Divine City and rely on its ancient resources, he still has a chance to make a comeback!
However, only half of his body had disappeared into the Void rift.
A cold, calm child's voice rang in my ears.
Did I let you leave?
Space is frozen.
Chen Fan's figure suddenly appeared directly in front of the crack, dragging his sword with one hand, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as Star Sea Abyss.
Supreme Cangming froze, struggling to raise his head, only to meet a pair of amber eyes that resembled Yin-Yang fish.
There was no awe in his eyes when facing a powerful person, nor the arrogance of a young man who has achieved success; there was only an indifference that looked down on the life and death of ants.
"Greed..."
The words of pleading had barely been uttered half a syllable.
The Broken Saber had already pierced straight down from top to bottom!
Pfft!
The blade pierced through the top of the head, down the chest, and into the Dantian!
The gray-white Dao Rhythm the Life-and-Death Millstone, like countless fine steel needles, violently poured into the limbs and bones of the Supreme Cangming along the blade.
That ancient Primordial Spirit, which had clung to life for three thousand years, was ground down by the core of the Divine Kingdom and didn't even have the chance to self-destruct. In an instant, it was pulverized into countless mottled dust particles of law.
The Five Declines Dao Seeds within his body greedily swirled around, completely devouring the last Dao Fruit life force of this Southern Nation's ruler.
A gentle breeze blows.
The body of the Supreme Cangming began to weather away from the tip of the blade, turning into a wisp of ashes in an instant and dissipating into the vast blue sky.
A deathly silence enveloped the entire Immortal Alliance Divine City.
The Ten-Thousand-Year Nine Netherworlds Formation, which had shrouded the city for several days, lost its core and collapsed into a shower of light.
A long-awaited ray of pure golden dawn broke through the heavy, ominous clouds, warmly bathing the ruined Divine City.
Millions of cultivators stood frozen in place, gazing up at the short figure in white robes, carrying a sword, high in the sky.
Han Mo, the Grand Elder of the Myriad Phenomena Academy, collapsed to the ground, trembling as he straightened his robes. He then prostrated himself on the ground and cried out in a trembling voice.
"Welcome... the new esteemed one!"
The Old Woman of the Taiyin Demon Sect, the elders of various reclusive ancient clans, and hundreds of thousands of cultivators who had survived the calamity, as if waking from a dream, knelt down in a rush across the entire world.
"Greetings to the Supreme Wuji!!"
The frenzied shouts of worship, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, pierced the sky.
Above the sky, the boundless Yin-Yang Dao Rhythm, like the receding tide, silently flowed into Chen Fan's body.
The black and white divine ring that had been floating behind him quietly dissipated, and the rusty Broken Saber was reinserted into its rough animal hide sheath with a soft "click".
The eleven-year-old boy, barefoot, shattered the clouds and descended step by step from the vast Void.
Below, in the ruins of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Mountain, which spans thousands of miles, Han Mo, the Grand Elder of the Myriad Phenomena Academy, and the gray-robed old woman from the Taiyin Demon Sect still remained in a prostrate position, their foreheads pressed tightly against the cold Obsidian fragments, their bodies trembling like leaves.
That was a supreme ruler of the world, Half-Step Void Refinement expert, who had ruled the Southern Nation for three thousand years. Even with his natal demonic cauldron and Primordial Spirit, he couldn't even withstand a single Broken Saber from the young man before him.
This is the most divine descent into the world.
However, Chen Fan, who descended from the sky, didn't even glance down at the two peak Deity Transformation.
His toes lightly touched the broken welcoming stone steps, stepped over the shattered tiles, walked straight through the kneeling monks of various religions, and finally stopped in front of a collapsed pillar.
There, Chen Changqing sat slumped in a pool of blood, completely dazed.
The sect leader of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect had disheveled hair, his chest stained dark red with blood, and the Yi Wood Green Vine Sword that had been with him for two hundred years was broken in two.
He seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly at the young child standing in front of him, his eyes filled with confusion and a trace of instinctive fear.
Chen Fan stopped in his tracks.
The cold, divine gaze that had looked down upon the disillusionment of all living beings in his eyes vanished abruptly, replaced by his usual clarity and nonchalance.
He reached out his slightly childish little hand, gently tugged at Chen Changqing's tattered sleeve, sniffed, and whispered in a still-childish voice:
"Dad, I'm done playing."
Five words, lightly drifting down into the deathly silence of heaven and earth.
Clang!
The broken half of the sword that Chen Changqing was holding slipped from his hand and smashed onto the stone slab.
He began to tremble violently, his lips quivering. He tried to stand up, but his legs were too weak to obey him.
"Little... Little Fan?"
Chen Changqing stretched out his bloodied and mangled hand with difficulty, his fingertips hovering in front of Chen Fan's cheek, but he froze in mid-air, not daring to actually touch him.
Even if he was slow to understand, as a cultivator at the Early Nascent Soul, he would still understand what that scene meant.
That was definitely not some hidden cultivation level, nor was it some manifestation of a patriarch. To manipulate the laws of heaven and earth with a mere gesture, to evaporate the black Blackwater of the Nine Netherworlds with a single strike—that was a technique only a deity descending to earth could possess!
"Who... who are you?"
Chen Changqing's eyes instantly reddened, his voice trembling with sobs and helplessness.
"Where is my son? Where did you hide my Xiaofan? Did you possess his body? I beg you... Senior, Ancestor! Give Xiaofan back to me, I'll give you my life! Please don't harm him!"
In the end, this sect leader, who was usually very concerned about his image, actually grabbed a handful of soil and pretended to kneel down and kowtow to the child in front of him.
Chen Fan reacted quickly and grabbed his father's arm.
The moment their palms touched, the "Life Formation Core" within Chen Fan's Miniature Divine Kingdom trembled slightly.
Without any reservation, a True Essence of pure, gentle, and warm Taixu Great Void Longevity Guidance Origin Source flowed slowly from Chen Fan's palm into Chen Changqing's parched and cracked meridians.
That was the most familiar Spiritual Power aura that Chen Changqing knew best when he personally brewed deer bone soup every morning and guided Chen Fan's qi into his body step by step in the secret chamber on the cliff.
Even within that vitality, there was a trace of resonance and attachment unique to blood relatives.
"Father, are you confused?"
Chen Fan grinned helplessly and pointed to his chest.
"The Diamond Talisman you drew last night, with a scorched corner, I've kept it safe. If it weren't for Chen Fan, who would have the patience to drink your bitter-tasting deer bone soup that you make every day?"
Chen Changqing froze.
The warm current, like spring rain nourishing all things, instantly repaired his damaged internal organs and Qi Sea, while the familiar tone and complaint were like a heavy hammer, shattering the fear in his heart.
He pulled Chen Fan into his arms and held him tightly, his broad hands slapping heavily on Chen Fan's back, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face.
"You brat! You scared the hell out of me! You scared the hell out of me, you know that?!"
Chen Changqing burst into tears, completely ignoring the horrified gazes of the hundreds of thousands of cultivators around him.
In the eyes of the powerful beings who filled the city like gods and demons, this white-clad child was an unparalleled being who could kill a supreme being with a flick of his wrist.
But in Chen Changqing's eyes, this was his own flesh and blood, whom he had cherished and raised for eleven years!
The Grand Elder Mo Wendao, who was struggling to get up, looked at the father and son who were crying with their heads in their hands. His lips twitched violently, his knees went weak, and he instinctively wanted to perform the rites of a subject to a ruler for Chen Fan.