Sister
Call!!
A biting, chilling wind blew across the Boundary Sea, lifting the hem of his coarse cloth robe.
Chen Fan stepped forward, his bare feet treading steadily on the Blackstone road stained red with the emperor's blood.
He walked to the very front of the Boundary Sea dike stretching for thousands of miles, drew the rusty, Broken Saber from his waist, and casually stuck it into a black crevice in the rock beside him.
Clang!
The blade trembled slightly.
Boom!
In the next instant, the vast and Upper Martial God, like a Primordial Era wall spanning the starry sky, violently erupted from the Broken Saber, sweeping across billions of miles of the Star Sea!
The dozens of Alien Races spies' Divine Thought lurking in the Void had no time to retreat before they were directly shattered into nothingness by this domineering fist intent.
Further along the defensive lines, countless warships and Formation Flag retreated frantically, moving back a full million light-years.
With a single strike, all worlds fall silent.
Chen Fan sat down cross-legged in front of the stone pillar.
He showed no smugness despite the fear he had received from the outside world; his Divine Thought had already sunk into his Dantian.
Within his body, the nascent Divine Kingdom was slowly taking shape.
Thirty thousand years of Bone Refinement in the Cangwu Realm made him understand the essence of power.
The arduous cultivation of physical strength and magical power will eventually come to an end; only by fusing the karma, joys, sorrows, and emotions of all beings in the vast Dimensions, and igniting the Divine Fire with the smoke and fire of myriad worlds, can the Divine Kingdom within one's body be completely transformed into a real great world, and one step into the realm of Ultimate Dao Sovereign.
However, he couldn't leave.
Although the three clan Ancestral Progenitor were injured and retreated, they still lurked in the shadows.
His Demon God Dao Embryo and 99% of his combat power must be firmly anchored to the Boundary Sea like a stabilizing pillar. Once his true form enters a deep comprehension retreat, the three races will instantly launch a counterattack.
"The true body guards the nation's gates, while the True Spirit enters the mortal world."
Chen Fan had already made up his mind.
With a slight shift in his mind, the Life-and-Death Tai Chi Millstone within his body suddenly reversed half a circle.
The most extreme, destructive blade at the center of the Millstone gently landed deep within his vast Divine Soul.
Laugh!
It felt as if a piece of his soul had been ripped out, and excruciating pain swept through his Sea of Consciousness.
Chen Fan's expression was as hard as iron, and he didn't even twitch his eyebrows.
A wisp of pure, dark golden True Spirit was forcibly extracted.
This wisp of True Spirit carried no supernatural powers or secret techniques, had no overwhelming cultivation level, and even erased most of Chen Fan's subjective memories. It contained only an indestructible Martial Dao True Intent and a Red Dust Dao Seed that served as the core anchor.
"Go."
At the summit of the Boundary Sea, Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes and flicked his finger lightly at the vortex of the Boundary Sea beneath his feet.
That faint, dark golden light pierced the darkness, crashing into the unfathomable river of cause and effect across countless worlds, and vanished following the mysterious pull of karma.
After doing all this, Chen Fan clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.
His aura completely subsided, like an ancient stone sculpture that had been sitting still for millions of years amidst wind and snow, remaining unmoved despite the fierce winds of the Boundary Sea tearing at his long robe.
Boom!
A pale, thunderous roar tore through the Ye Mu.
A torrential downpour cascaded down like a waterfall onto the rubble of an Ancient Temple that had mostly collapsed.
The icy rain poured down the broken roof, soaking the muddy ground and washing the blood into a pale red murky liquid.
In the darkness, the pungent smell of rust mingled with the musty smell of straw.
A faint glimmer of life quietly revived within the cold, stiff body.
Chen Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
A searing pain shot through his chest; a rusty, blunted dagger was embedded beneath his right rib, blood seeping from his coarse linen shorts.
Amidst the torrential rain, the faint sound of a young girl's sobbing could be heard.
"Brother... don't scare me... wake up..."
The dilapidated temple was in ruins, and torrential rain poured down from the leaky beams.
The mud was mixed with a strong smell of rust and the earthy stench of decay.
The excruciating pain under my right rib felt like a raging fire, and neurotoxins rushed up the bloodstream, bringing with them waves of piercing numbness.
Chen Fan slowly exhaled a breath of cool air mixed with blood and foam, raised his mud-covered right hand, and gently placed it on the head of the sobbing girl beside him.
The girl's body stiffened abruptly when her palm touched the soft, dry, yellow hair.
"Elder brother?!"
The girl abruptly raised her head, her small face covered in mud, streaked with tears, her large, panicked eyes filled with disbelief. Her lips were bluish, her thin clothes were already soaked, and her teeth chattered from the cold, yet she still stretched out her dirty hands to try and press the bloody hole in Chen Fan's waist. "You're awake... Don't move, the bleeding won't stop, I... I'll go find some herbs..."
Don't be afraid.
Chen Fan's voice was hoarse and low.
A torrent of chaotic memories flooded his mind, quickly fusing with the dark golden divine Divine Soul deep within his Sea of Consciousness.
"The original body retained too much power to guard the Boundary Sea, and the cross-boundary suppression was too severe... which caused this physical body to remain in a daze for a full sixteen years, until it was on the verge of death that it broke free from the mystery of its birth."
Chen Fan murmured to himself, a deep, dark light gleaming in his eyes.
This is not a world of immortal cultivation in the Star Sea, but an Apocalypse Wasteland in the apocalypse that has been shattered by an unknown catastrophe.
The land was ravaged by radiation and infested with Anomalous Beasts, and the surviving Human Race huddled in their Base Cities, which were enclosed by heavy steel armor.
There are no cultivators here, only "Esper" who have awakened their physical abilities or mastered the natural elements. They are divided into Ninth Tier, with a strict hierarchy.
The original owner of this body and her younger sister Chen Xi were nothing more than orphans struggling to survive in the muddy quagmire of the Third Base City's Black Streets.
The incident occurred three days ago.
When the fourteen-year-old sister was being punished at the dry cleaning workshop, Water-Type Superpower capable of purifying sewage spilled from her palm.
Upon hearing the news, the leader of the "Iron Wolf Gang," the power behind the Black Street, sent men that very night to capture the man, intending to send him to the city center to serve as a blood slave plaything for a powerful figure.
The original owner desperately snatched a dilapidated modified motorcycle, and with his sister on board, crashed through the drainage gate outside the city to escape into the Wasteland. Halfway there, the motorcycle broke down, and pursuers caught up. The original owner took a poisoned short knife blow to the back of the pursuers and stuffed his sister into this dilapidated Ancient Temple.
Water purification...
Chen Fan withdrew his gaze and looked inward at himself.
This body was emaciated, its muscles were chronically malnourished, its meridians were blocked, Qi Sea was empty, lacking even the slightest trace of Martial Artist True Qi or Superpower fluctuations.
Even more critically, the neurotoxins at the wound site are severing pain signal transmission, causing this young heart to gradually slow its beating.
For an ordinary mortal, this would already be a cold corpse.
But at this moment, what dominates this physical form is the True Spirit of Upper Martial God has traversed countless Star Sea and reached the pinnacle.
"So what if I'm just Mortal Body?"
Chen Fan's expression remained calm, but his breathing rhythm suddenly changed.
Inhale deeply, like a dragon descending into the abyss; exhale sharply, like gold and jade shattering.
His chest and abdomen were slightly concave, and the fascia between his ribs vibrated at a high frequency with an inexplicable rhythm.
The ultimate realm of Martial Dao is to control every single particle of the physical body.
Pfft!
The rusty, chipped short knife, which was more than half an inch deep in his right rib, was forced out of his flesh by the violent contraction of his muscles and the twisting of his joints, and fell with a clatter into the rainwater on the Bluestone Slab.