The Death King's fall marked the complete ruin of the Death Realm, leaving it with no possibility of resurgence.
Luò Rǎn's sigh of melancholy lasted only a fleeting moment.
Boom.
The severely injured Old Demon Chu emerged. His wounds were grave, not ordinary injuries, but Dao injuries.
“Wǔshēng.”
Old Demon Chu raised his hand and tossed a ball of Great Dao power to Wǔshēng, saying, “This is for you.”
Hiss.
Luò Rǎn, standing beside them, gasped in shock. This… she was utterly stunned. That was the residual energy from a peak eighth-order being. Its immense power was enough to drive countless individuals to madness. Although some energy dissipated after death, it was still the legacy of an eighth-order entity. To simply give it away… Luò Rǎn was astonished.
“I don’t want it,” Wǔshēng rolled his eyes. “You keep it to heal your injuries.”
Old Demon Chu was gravely injured.
Luò Rǎn: “…”
What did I just hear… Luò Rǎn’s mind was in utter disarray. The Great Dao residue from a peak eighth-order being, offered directly to her, was refused by her own Dao companion. She was flustered. At that moment, she wished she could slap Wǔshēng to death… How could you refuse such a thing? Feeling the potent Great Dao power left by the Death King, she longed to snatch it for herself. This was an extraordinary opportunity.
“If you don’t want it, then forget it,” Old Demon Chu said nothing further. I offer it, take it if you wish. If not, I’ll take it back. Between brothers, there’s no need for such politeness.
With that, Old Demon Chu swallowed the Death King’s Great Dao power in one gulp. Seeing this, Luò Rǎn’s eyes reddened, and she instinctively pinched Wǔshēng’s waist.
“Hiss.”
Luò Rǎn certainly didn’t hold back with that pinch. Wǔshēng’s face contorted.
“What’s wrong?” Old Demon Chu, not seeing Wǔshēng being pinched, turned back and chuckled, “Too late to regret it, I’ve already consumed it.”
“…No,” Wǔshēng didn’t know how to explain.
“Heh.” Old Demon Chu was also a man of great social graces. His gaze swept over Luò Rǎn before he looked away. That glance made Luò Rǎn’s face flush.
“What are you looking at?” Wǔshēng glared at Old Demon Chu. He dared to curse at an eighth-order being.
“Hehehe.” Old Demon Chu chuckled lewdly.
…
On the other side.
Chén Fān and the Lord of Light had already ceased fighting.
“Shall we talk?” the Lord of Light asked with a smile.
“Of course.” Chén Fān nodded.
There was no need to discuss why they stopped. The Lord of Light felt completely at ease, then turned his gaze towards the direction of the Thousand Silks Dojo, smiling, “Both of us are alive, I’m afraid many will be disappointed.”
This battle had attracted countless eyes. Yet, in the end, one of the main participants, the Death King, became the sole loser. The two core figures had instead stopped fighting.
Chén Fān appeared indifferent, “What does their disappointment have to do with me?” A hint of disdain flickered on his cold face.
“Let’s go,” Chén Fān commanded.
Boom!
Yin and Yang flowed, and he swiftly took the three people in the distance away. As for the Death Realm and the Earth Store, who cared? Dead or alive, it didn’t matter. Even if he controlled the Death Realm, no one would care. It was merely an eighth-order being.
“Buzz.”
The power of light diffused. The Lord of Light gazed at the Thousand Silks Dojo with a gentle, playful smile.
They left.
…
The battle concluded in a bizarre manner. Ultimately, no ninth-order being perished.
“What is this?” the Great Emperor of the Azure World said, bewildered. The other spectators were also at a loss for words. Someone, however, posed a question: “Are these two going to fight elsewhere, or have they reached some sort of agreement?” If one doesn’t understand, they ask. The situation seemed unusual, so speculation was inevitable.
“Who knows?” someone said indifferently. Another commented, “It’s just a pity that only the Death King died.”
“Indeed, it would have been much more interesting if a ninth-order being had perished…”
Everyone: “…”
What are you fantasizing about? From beginning to end, no one had expected the Lord of Light to die. Ninth-order beings were not so easily defeated. The Ninth Earth had existed for millions of years, yet not a single ninth-order being had fallen. Witnessing the demise of a ninth-order being was exceedingly difficult.
“Sigh.” At this moment, someone let out a sigh. They mused, “The Ninth Earth… will the order and laws ever reappear?”
“…” The crowd was speechless. After a long while, someone finally spoke, saying, “Could the Order Heavenly Tome have been taken away from the Ninth Earth?”
“Impossible,” someone stated with conviction.
“Then why has the order and law not appeared even once in these hundreds of thousands of years?”
“…” The counter-argument faltered. Indeed. The order and laws had not manifested for a very long time. After that great battle, the Lord of Order perished, and the Order Heavenly Tome fell into the Ninth Earth, vanishing without a trace. For years, everyone had been searching for the whereabouts of the Order Heavenly Tome. Initially, the aura of order would appear once every so often in the Ninth Earth, serving as their only clue. But in the last hundreds of thousands of years, the aura of order had completely ceased to appear. Calculating the time, it was nearly a million years. This situation naturally raised suspicions. Had the Order Heavenly Tome been taken by someone?
The group chatted for a long time, but eventually, there was no conclusion. The figures of the Lord of Light and his companions had long since disappeared in the distance. Finally, the onlookers, having witnessed the spectacle, dispersed.
…
In the Ninth Earth, within a certain chaotic region.
The Ninth Earth was vast, considerably larger than the Tenth Earth. Apart from the areas where worlds existed, the rest was all chaotic territory. Worlds, like stars, were scattered throughout the boundless cosmic chaos.
At this moment, Chén Fān and the Lord of Light stood facing each other in this boundless chaos. They had been standing there for a long time. In the distance, Old Demon Chu was recovering from his injuries, with Wǔshēng guarding him.
“Guāngmíng,” Chén Fān addressed him directly by name, “as you said, you saw an unclaimed ninth-order great world, why didn’t you devour it?” He was very curious.
The Lord of Light shook his head. “I wanted to, but I couldn’t. That world was sealed. I tried to break the seal, but I failed.”
“Hmm?” Chén Fān expressed surprise. “You are a ninth-order Great Emperor, yet you cannot break a seal?”
Upon mentioning this, the Lord of Light’s expression visibly became much more serious.
“That’s right,” he nodded. “With my abilities, I cannot open that seal.”
“Heh.” Chén Fān curled his lip and gestured with his eyes, as if to say… you’re truly weak. This look made the Lord of Light immediately displeased. He snorted, “That seal uses a Dao Spirit as its core. The strength of that Dao Spirit is at least at the sixth or seventh stage…”
“And then?”
The Lord of Light: “…”
Chén Fān continued in a disdainful tone, “Just like you couldn’t break through the barrier of the Thunder Domain, right?”
“You…” The Lord of Light’s face turned ugly. But in the face of Chén Fān’s questioning, he was somewhat speechless. This was the reality, just as he was unable to break through the barrier of the Thunder Domain.