Chen Yan looked ahead. Lord Chen's figure began to twist, change, disperse, then gather again.
Chen Yan struggled to follow behind Lord Chen, every step like walking along the edge of an abyss.
Before an absolute, malice-filled, reason-defying terror of unimaginable scale,
even though he possessed Immortal Will, the sense of insignificance rising from the depths of his soul and the pure terror of an unknown god still swept over him.
Chen Yan opened his mouth. What a strange emotion.
He was actually feeling the kind of fear he'd known only as a child, deep in his heart.
He even felt as though he were walking toward the anchor point of the universe.
Before this endless chaos, all his past ideals, all his grand ambitions to shake the world, had become a joke.
Chen Yan looked behind him. The darkness had swallowed the exit.
He didn't even know how long he'd been walking.
Lord Chen was clearly leading him toward the one-fifth of Fan Ni Ancient God suppressed beneath Chen Prefecture.
But so far, Chen Yan hadn't seen anything.
No concrete life form that humans could understand had appeared before him.
Still, Chen Yan said nothing. He kept following Lord Chen.
This was the first time, in the truest sense, that he had faced an Ancient God.
Chen Yan wasn't arrogant, but he knew that even if this body had no strength at all,
with the power of his will alone, he already stood at the pinnacle of humanity.
If he couldn't even walk up to Fan Ni Ancient God now, that would be too laughable, too shameful.
Ahead of Chen Yan, Lord Chen walked on in silence, calm and steady.
He didn't ask how Chen Yan felt, nor did he once turn his head.
He just kept walking.
And