Previously, when Han Xuanji suppressed the four powerful figures, the Fate Lord was in seclusion, trying to nurture this treasure from the River of Fate, but he never succeeded.
Therefore, he Taiqing about what was happening in the outside world. At most, he knew that the Devil Ancestor seemed to be making some moves, but he thought it was just a minor disturbance, nothing more than the destruction of a Wuji World, so why should he pay attention to it?
Over the years, the Fate Lord has long lost their former caution and become arrogant.
Han Xuanji did not answer, but simply gripped the Blade of Fate, his gaze calmly fixed on the Fate Lord.
This guy was hostile towards him anyway, and he had just signed in with the Blade of Fate and the Fate Void Physique, so he decided to test his skills on him.
Of course, even without signing in for these two items, defeating the Fate Lord is not difficult.
Just then, from the depths of the River of Fate, a faint yet rapid fluctuation suddenly came, and a divine thought was quickly transmitted to the mind of the Fate Lord.
The Fate Lord's expression shifted slightly, the hostility in their eyes gradually fading, replaced by a hint of seriousness.
One man suppresses four venerable ones, the number one being in the Chaos world of this era...
Are you kidding me?
He had only been in seclusion for a short time, how did such an unparalleled expert suddenly appear in this Chaos?
He had been thinking this person might be a threat to him, and now all he could do was pray they stopped.
"Fellow Daoist, let's talk this out. It was my fault. I was just asking a question; I had no intention of being your enemy."
Even without his subordinates transmitting their voices to him, he could sense the terrifying aura emanating from Han Xuanji. It was a power far surpassing his own, and he had a premonition that a war was about to break out.
I am certain of defeat, and may even perish here.
When life and death are at stake, face no longer matters. Anyway, if you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who will know that he gave in?
The Fate Lord gave Han Xuanji a deep look, slowly withdrew the Power of Fate surrounding him, and his tone softened considerably:
"Your strength is overwhelming, and I admit I am no match for you. However, this River of Fate is the foundation of Chaos, so please do not recklessly destroy it. Otherwise, even if I am no match for you, I will fight with all my might to the very end."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly. He could sense the Fate Lord's submission, so he didn't press the matter further.
"Rest assured, I will not disrupt the River of Fate. I will depart once I have fully comprehended it."
His move just now was merely a display of strength, letting his power speak for itself; he had no intention of making any more enemies.
He didn't want to be the kind of person who, having a little power, would flaunt it and want to unify the Chaos, becoming the sole ruler.
The Fate Lord was silent for a moment, then said:
"May I ask you a question?"
"You say."
Han Xuanji said calmly.
"Is your physique the legendary Fate Void Physique?"
The Fate Lord couldn't help but ask.
Han Xuanji pondered to himself, "Perhaps I should use this newly acquired physique as the answer to why he has become so strong so quickly."
"That's right, I am the Fate Void Physique."
He spoke very loudly, so that many cultivators who were secretly observing nearby heard him.
The powerful figures suddenly realized the truth.
So that's how it is. The reason why Mystic Heaven Dao Venerable is so powerful is because he is a Fate Void Physique, untouched by cause and effect, unrestrained, and possesses limitless potential.
This gave some powerful figures in the surrounding area an idea.
They absolutely must find a cultivator with this physique. Even if they don't intend to possess the other person, it would be excellent if they could establish a good relationship with them beforehand.
From then on, a legend circulated in the Chaos: those Fate Void One will surely ascend to the highest height.
And among the three thousand physiques, there is no longer any dispute about who ranks first.
"I see. Thank you for your guidance. I have no further questions. Please feel free to contact me if you have any."
The Fate Lord dared not disturb Han Xuanji any longer and quickly disappeared into the depths of the River of Fate.
After quickly sending the Fate Lord in charge away, Han Xuanji didn't sit idle either.
He then introduced the Chaos Fate Origin into his body. The vast power of the Origin of Destiny flowed along his divine thoughts, nourishing his foundation of the Great Dao. His already extremely high level of the Great Dao of Fate of Destiny became even more powerful. His control over the Power of Fate became more and more skillful. The minor flaws left over from his previous cultivation were also quickly made up for under the nourishment of this Origin Power.
This is not refining the source, but rather merging the source into it.
Having done all that, Han Xuanji returned to the main topic.
"Indeed, dealing with the Devil Ancestor and the Merchant Venerable Juntian will now be a piece of cake."
A cold glint flashed in Han Xuanji's eyes, and his mind stirred, causing ripples to River of Fate.
The terrifying pressure made all the powerful figures in the River of Fate tremble, no longer daring to observe Han Xuanji's behavior, wishing they could shrink even deeper.
Han Xuanji merely moved the Blade of Fate in his hand slightly, and countless incomparably sharp Power of Fate quietly extended into all parts of the Chaos along the myriad threads of cause and effect.
Far away in the spacetime rift of the 98,000th layer of the Western Chaos Sea of Ji Mie, one of the Devil Ancestor's natal Dharma forms was hidden within, absorbing the power of death to nourish itself. The next second, the power of the Blade of Fate descended instantly, like a sharp blade slicing through the void. The Dharma form at the Hunyuan Wuji level didn't even have a chance to react before being instantly crushed.
Its origin vanished into Chaos, leaving not even a trace of cause and effect.
At the same moment, within the Northern Chaos Region, a reincarnation array laid out with countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, along with the remnant soul of the Devil Ancestor at the array's core, was directly erased by the Power of Fate. The causal relationship of the array was completely severed, and it could never be restarted.
Deep within the headquarters of the Myriad Worlds Merchant Alliance, the fragmented soul sealed by the Chaos Supreme Treasure of the Merchant Venerable Juntian was shattered like a bubble under the crushing force of the Blade of Fate. Those Chaos Supreme Treasure used to protect him were also severed from their causal connection by the Power of Fate Merchant Venerable Juntian, instantly losing their spirituality and becoming useless...
Throughout the Chaos, the Devil Ancestor and the Merchant Venerable Juntian's hidden plans, no matter how deeply or secretly concealed, no matter how strong or weak their abilities or how skillful they were, were all wiped out by Han Xuanji's Blade of Fate. All their reliance was reduced to nothing, and once their true forms died, there was no possibility of rebirth.
Every trace left on the River of Fate was directly erased by Han Xuanji, cutting off any possibility of rebirth by any means.
Great Dao Pagoda, Merchant Venerable Juntian and the Devil Ancestor the Unseen something almost simultaneously.
A sense of unease and emptiness, originating from the depths of one's soul, instantly swept through the entire body.
They could vaguely sense that the contingency plans they had painstakingly laid out were rapidly dissipating with an irresistible force, leaving no room for reversal.
Even the causal connection with those backup plans was completely severed, as if those backup plans had never existed.
Merchant Venerable Juntian's mentality completely collapsed, his face turned ashen. His previous pleas for mercy were a pretense; in reality, he still harbored many ulterior motives.
Still being stubborn?
Han Xuanji thought to himself.