Those who sought the King of Fate had overstepped.
Six eighth-tier powerhouses had crossed the boundary, intending to kill Chen Fan.
...
On the other side.
Chen Fan was unaware of any of this.
He was still waiting, waiting for a few people to awaken.
Above his head, the encircling river of life and death, in which he was immersed and gaining insights.
A top-tier expert, unfolding his Great Dao without reservation for others to comprehend.
Such a thing was virtually impossible.
No one would lay bare their Great Dao for others to experience.
Yet, Chen Fan had done just that.
Normally, for a person to reveal their Great Dao was tantamount to exposing their trump cards to others.
This was a grave taboo.
But Chen Fan had done it, displaying his Great Dao to outsiders.
Not only displayed, but also provided Luo Ran an opportunity to comprehend.
This kindness, Wusheng would remember.
Boom.
The demonic clouds in the sky finally stirred.
The demonic clouds churned, as if a colossal demon was about to emerge from them.
"City Lord."
Old Demon Chu stepped forward.
A smile appeared on his face: "You've recovered."
Just that fast.
"Indeed."
Chen Fan nodded.
He had always been confident in Old Demon Chu.
They had descended from the Immortal Realm together. Currently, Old Demon Chu was the only elder who could still keep pace with him.
As for Wusheng, he was a later addition.
They had met in the Upper Realm. Unlike Old Demon Chu, who had followed him from the continent of Dameria all the way to the present.
The former calamities, Huang Die, and others, had long since fallen behind his pace.
"What are you thinking about?"
Seeing Chen Fan lost in thought, Old Demon Chu instinctively asked.
Chen Fan shook his head and smiled, "Nothing."
"Mm."
Old Demon Chu asked no further.
Who didn't have something on their mind?
If they wanted to speak, they would.
Clang.
Wusheng also awoke.
The sword cry was deafening, like a sword dragon swimming through the chaos.
The divine sword descended, caught by Wusheng. A smile quickly appeared: "Done."
Then, the three of them looked at the still-suspended Tai Chi diagram.
"It's enough."
It was Wusheng who spoke: "Luo Ran cannot handle too great a fortune."
Chen Fan said nothing and directly broke off his contemplation.
Swish.
Luo Ran, who had been immersed in comprehension, opened her eyes.
A flicker of reluctance flashed in her eyes.
The comprehension of an eighth-tier Great Emperor's Great Dao was immensely appealing to her.
Never before had she so clearly understood the Great Dao of Death.
Unlike the Great Dao of Death she usually cultivated, Chen Fan's Dao... contained life born from death, and death intertwined with life.
"Too powerful."
Luo Ran sighed.
She no longer knew what words to use.
That Great Dao seemed alive.
In the cycle of life and death, they were perfectly integrated.
His Dao of Death contained only endless death intent, transforming into an unceasing purgatory.
Chen Fan's Great Dao of Death was far more profound.
"Alright."
Wusheng rolled his eyes: "To be able to comprehend once is already a tremendous fortune. Don't be greedy and bite off more than you can chew."
Luo Ran nodded.
At this moment, she had calmed down.
Yes, one instance of fortune was enough.
Any more expectations would be mere wishful thinking.
Thinking this, she sincerely bowed to Chen Fan: "Thank you, City Lord."
"It's nothing."
Chen Fan felt a little embarrassed.
Luo Ran was Wusheng's dao companion, after all. In a sense... she was an elder.
He greatly respected Wusheng.
"Alright, alright."
Wusheng saw Chen Fan's awkwardness and quickly interjected: "We're free now, shouldn't we head to the Realm of Fate?"
He hadn't forgotten about killing the King of Fate.
The King of Fate, he had to slay.
"Are we going to fight again?" Old Demon Chu became excited again.
For a battle-hungry individual, being able to fight at any moment was the greatest joy.
"Yes."
Chen Fan gave an affirmative answer: "We'll fight the Realm of Fate, to avenge Senior Wusheng."
"Good."
Old Demon Chu was overjoyed.
My great blade has long been thirsty for battle.
"Haha."
Seeing this, Wusheng burst into laughter.
He felt like he was back in the old days.
"Let's go, I'll lead the way."
Wusheng pulled Luo Ran along, and they hurried towards the Realm of Fate.
Chen Fan and Old Demon Chu followed with great enthusiasm.
Among the four, only Luo Ran was in a state of disarray.
Were they... serious?
Were they really going to attack the Realm of Fate?
"Wusheng."
Alarmed, Luo Ran asked softly: "You weren't joking earlier?"
"A joke?"
Wusheng came to a realization: "What joke? I was serious."
"I won't even mention my own situation, being pursued for a time. But you? You were raised like a蛊 (gu worm) in the Realm of Fate. This revenge must be exacted."
The reason he wanted to attack the Realm of Fate was to support his dao companion.
Heh... You really think I have no one backing me, right?
Even a ninth-tier had to self-detonate their Dao Spirit to escape. What is your King of Fate worth?
"..."
Luo Ran fell silent.
Speaking of which, their meeting was also a matter of chance.
Luo Ran had always known her future destiny. Everything she possessed now was a stepping stone for the King of Fate.
Normally, she would never have been able to leave the boundary.
But a few years ago, a young man had secretly sneaked into the Realm of Fate. That was when they first met.
Originally, they were just acquaintances.
But due to Wusheng's sudden appearance, the experts monitoring Luo Ran discovered them.
To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, Wusheng became the target of pursuit.
Luo Ran naturally knew that all of this was because of her, so she helped him a few times. Through these interactions, affection grew between them.
Later, Wusheng learned of Luo Ran's destiny.
This led to Luo Ran's subsequent defection.
And Wusheng, after evading his pursuers, returned to find Luo Ran.
It was in this manner that they encountered Chen Fan and Old Demon Chu.
"Tsk tsk."
After listening to Wusheng's account, Old Demon Chu smacked his lips with envy: "Even ended up with a suicidal romance, how passionate."
Chen Fan suddenly spoke: "Don't you want to find a dao companion?"
"Tch."
Old Demon Chu pouted: "Women... only slow down my draw of the blade."
Chen Fan: "???"
What was with this?
Even internet slang from the lower realms was being used.
Having been in the chaos for so long, Chen Fan had almost forgotten that he was once an ordinary youth from a chaotic city.
His past life was long gone.
Now, he had only one goal, and he was moving towards it with unwavering determination.
The four traveled forward, stopping and starting.
At the horizon of their sight, they could still see the thousand-thread dojo hanging down like a galaxy.
The Realm of Fate lay in that direction.
Along the way, they encountered many great worlds.
Some simply shifted away, while others came out to greet them.
With no ninth-tier beings appearing, eighth-tier powerhouses were invincible.
No one was willing to easily offend an eighth-tier expert. No... two of them.
Boom.
The chaos was rapidly being carved open.
Rolling energy spread out in all directions.
Boom!
"Huh?"
Chen Fan suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" The other three looked at him.
"Such intense killing intent." Chen Fan gazed ahead.
His Great Dao of Life and Death sensed the fluctuations from the front.
Very powerful fluctuations.
Boiling energy surged towards them, as if to crush this world.
The hostility was thick.