Within the Chaos Ancient Road.
The vast, boundless force of time's tearing suddenly swept toward Chen Xun. He stared at the utterly crazed Ke Ding, dumbfounded.
Everything was being ground away. Ke Ding's Immortal Body was turning to ash; everything shattered like molten lava, magnificent and world-shaking.
Chen Xun's finger trembled slightly. His gaze slowly shifted toward Futian's true spirit, wrapped in the endless God-Slaying Storm. "In the end, you have no more contingencies."
The shock gradually faded from his eyes, replaced by an endless calm and indifference, a rationality so cold it made one's heart palpitate.
When Chen Xun had sent Futian away, it had merely been to have him scout the way. He could sense the battle among Immortals on the Chaos Ancient Road of the Extraterritorial Battlefield. If no Immortals had been watching this place, he would have found that even harder to believe.
Even if Ancient Immortal had not blocked his path, other Immortals, other Six-Tribulation Immortal Lords, would likely have come. Having Futian bear the pressure for him could not have been better.
It was only because Ancient Immortal had come that their battle had triggered the Heavenly Dao Slaughter Tribulation, making the Immortals of all races wary and unwilling to casually peer in or approach.
Chen Xun had turned and left only to see whether Futian still had any schemes or contingencies, and to see just how many trump cards this Ancient Immortal truly possessed. He had never intended to enter this Chaos Ancient Road...
It had merely been an excuse he gave Futian. Ke Ding still understood him!
Now, he had squeezed everything useful to its very limit and had finally allowed this broken body of his to enter the Chaos Ancient Road safely. His goal had been achieved.
Chen Xun fixed Futian's