Fragments

An unprecedented fear crept over his entire body. Xianyu Imperial Lord lost all his imperial dignity and abruptly turned around, transforming into a blinding golden light as he fled into the depths of the Taiji Imperial Palace.

"Activate the formation! Activate the Nine Luminaries Ziwei Heavenly Emperor Formation for me!"

The Imperial Lord's shrill roar echoed throughout the imperial city.

Rumble!

Deep within the Taiji Imperial Palace, nine Black Iron Giant Gates rising directly to the star core.

With disheveled hair, Xianyu Imperial Lord bit his fingertip and frantically sprayed his life essence, the blood of Dao Integration Great Perfection, onto the Formation Eye Jade Bi.

The core Ancestral Veins of the entire Ziwei Emperor Star emitted a mournful cry.

The thousands of great dragon veins were forcibly drained, transforming into tangible Purple-Gold Spirit Springs that shot into the sky.

Above the Imperial Capital, the Firmament tore open a chasm that stretched for thousands of miles, and a colossal Golden Body, tens of thousands of feet tall, appeared out of the air.

The Golden Body statue, draped in imperial robes, with a majestic face and holding the Divine Dynasty, was none other than the Divine Thought Dharma Form of the Founding Grand Ancestor of the Immortal Feather Divine Dynasty, Ascension the Immortal Realm 300,000 years ago, remaining in his Ancestral Veins.

The terrifying pressure of the half-step Great Vehicle swept across the entire Stars, forcing hundreds of millions of ordinary people and soldiers in the Imperial Capital to kowtow and spit blood.

The protective array of the 2,700 Crimson Blood Dragon Boats emitted piercing cries, and the Formation Flags on the decks snapped one after another.

Those who offend my Celestial Feathers shall be executed!

The Great Ancestor's Dharma Form uttered a Daoist chant, raising a massive purple-gold palm that, like a collapsing world, ruthlessly crushed down upon Chen Fan.

Before the giant hand even arrived, the Obsidian ground within a radius of three thousand miles had already been completely turned into quicksand.

On the dragon boat, blood trickled from the corner of Chen Changqing's mouth as he stubbornly withstood the oppressive aura and looked ahead.

Chen Fan stood calmly in the enormous shadow cast by the giant hand, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"A mere remnant of incense smoke and Divine Thought will dare to call yourself the Heavenly Emperor before me?"

Boom!

Chen Fan's God-Demon Body, which had completely melted away the thirty-six restrictions within him, erupted in full force.

His body swelled in the wind, and in an instant, he manifested a ten-thousand-foot-tall divine demon with yin and yang under his feet Yin-Yang Sun and Moon above his head.

The black and white energies around him transformed into a vast storm, and his pure and domineering Qi and Blood directly dispersed the clouds.

Faced with the descending giant palm of the Great Ancestor, Chen Fan neither drew his sword nor used any supernatural powers.

He clenched his fist and threw a punch straight at the falling sky.

The Martial God True Intent can shatter all laws!

Thump!!

The dull thud rendered the Void area of 100,000 miles deafened for a moment.

At the Core Zone where the fist collided with the giant palm, black Spatial Rifts spread out like a spider web.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing cracking sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The arm of the ten-thousand-foot-tall ancestral Dharma Form exploded inch by inch, and the golden incense dragon energy crumbled before Chen Fan's terrifying fist intent.

Chen Fan's fist force remained undiminished, his figure like a divine rainbow piercing the sun, directly piercing through the Dharma Form's chest!

Click!

The Golden Body Method of the Founding Grand Ancestor let out a mournful cry and exploded from his chest, turning into a shower of golden light.

The remaining force of the punch slammed into the Nine Luminaries Ziwei Heavenly Emperor Formation below.

The vast array was completely shattered, and tens of thousands of palaces in the Taiji Imperial Palace were flattened in the storm of fist energy, leaving behind a bottomless, enormous basin.

"Puff!"

With the central point of the great formation breached, Xianyu Imperial Lord suffered a backlash, and the Emperor's World-Suppressing Sword shattered into three pieces on the spot.

He fell from mid-air like a broken sack, crashing heavily into the ruins and mud, his bones shattered, and his Dao Fruit cracked.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Chen Fan concealed his enormous true form, transforming back into the eleven-year-old child dressed in coarse white clothes. Void, he walked slowly to within three zhang of Xianyu Imperial Lord.

Xianyu Imperial Lord struggled to lift his head from the mud and water; his dragon crown was nowhere to be found, and his face was covered in blood.

Looking at the calm figure looking down at him, Xianyu Imperial Lord trembled violently, his eyes filled with despair for survival.

"Spare me... spare my life!"

Xianyu Imperial Lord knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the gravel, the sound of his bones cracking echoing.

"Your Majesty... this sinful subject surrenders! The Divine Dynasty, encompassing the three thousand realms and countless spiritual veins, belongs to you!"

"This sinful subject is willing to surrender my lifeblood and soul, to serve you for generations, and to guard your kingdom... Spare my life!"

An emperor who ruled over countless lives was now as insignificant as a blade of grass.

Chen Fan looked down at him, his expression completely unchanged.

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze."

The childish voice was cold and indifferent.

The moment he finished speaking, Chen Fan raised his right hand and pressed it down into the Void.

Boom!

A giant hand formed from pure death energy descended from nowhere, slamming the Xianyu Imperial Lord deep into the earth's veins.

The raging true spirit instantly crushed his physical body, completely shattering the Dao Fruit within his Qi Sea into nothingness, turning his primordial spirit and true spirit into ashes, dissipating into the world.

The Immortal Feather Imperial Bloodline was severed from this point on.

Throughout the entire Imperial Capital, tens of millions of surviving cultivators and soldiers looked at the child standing on the edge of the deep pit, and all knelt down on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

One man alone could crush Divine Dynasty!

Two thousand seven hundred dragon boats slowly descended. Chen Changqing stood at the bow of the boat, looking down at his son, his throat bobbing and his eyes reddening.

Boom!

As Xianyu Imperial Lord perished, the nine heavenly dragon veins of the entire Ziwei Emperor Star let out a mournful cry and snapped with a deafening roar.

Divine Dynasty collapsed, the vast, ownerless Stars Fortune, like a dam bursting, surged from all directions of the starry sky towards Chen Fan, penetrating the Miniature Divine Kingdom within his body.

Within the Divine Kingdom, heaven and earth expanded, Ten Thousand Dao rays of light rose.

However, at the very depths where the core Ancestral Veins of the Imperial Palace were completely exposed.

The soil churned.

A palm-sized Bronze Fragment, covered in mottled green patina, slowly floated up from a depth of 100,000 miles underground, shaken by the violent force of the punch.

Deep within the Ancestral Veins, stretching to Abyss of 100,000 feet, mud and rocks churn.

Chen Fan stood at the edge of the Void, her fair hand gesturing slightly.

The palm-sized fragment, covered in dark blue patina, flew through the air and landed steadily in his palm.

Cold.

The moment the fragment touched his palm, a vast and ancient aura of time seeped through his skin and flesh.

A divine light flickered between Chen Fan's brows, and his Divine Thought, at the Middle Martial God, surged like a vast ocean, instantly washing over every crack and rust mark on the surface of the fragment.

Within the fragment, a wisp of extremely pure Origin Source energy, surpassing even this world, faintly lurked.

The Creation Immortal Marrow.

Chen Fan scanned the intricate Nine-Clawed Profound Dragon cracks along the edge of the fragment with his Divine Thought, he understood.

This item is definitely not something that the Immortal Feather Divine Dynasty could forge.

This is a remnant of the Primordial Dynasty, which collapsed long ago.

This fragment is one of the seven Hub Keys to unlocking the Primordial Dynasty Imperial Tomb Underground Palace.

"It has been submerged in the Ancestral Veins of Immortal Feathers for hundreds of thousands of years, yet no one has recognized its true form, a waste of its precious resources."

Chen Fan muttered to himself, then flicked his wrist, and the Bronze Fragment silently disappeared, directly suppressed beneath the Black-and-White Millstone of the Miniature Divine Kingdom in his Dantian, where it was nourished day and night by the vast Chaos Qi.

After carefully collecting the fragments, Chen Fan dispelled the chilling killing intent that had permeated his body.

He patted the dust off his coarse linen clothes, and barefoot, he Void descended from the clouds, walking towards the Crimson Blood Dragon Boat that was suspended in mid-air.