"Possession?"
At this moment, an impossible thought flashed through Chen Fan's mind.
Possession was extremely rare in the Chaos.
Souls were immortal; even if the physical body completely dissipated, it could be reformed through energy.
There was no need for possession.
Yet now, he found himself losing control of his body.
As the figure in his mind grew clearer, his control over his body rapidly diminished.
"Bastard."
Chen Fan was terrified. "You old hag, how dare you try to possess me."
"..."
The figure remained silent for a long time.
After a long pause, it sighed, "Order must be established, otherwise, there will be eternal unrest in the Chaos. I must create a safe place for humanity to survive."
This was Order's thought.
"Go to hell."
Chen Fan roared, "If you want to play, go play, why possess me?"
"This body of yours is very good."
The figure spoke, "I intended for you to inherit my legacy, but you refused. So, I will descend once more and rebuild order."
Chen Fan refused, so it would descend itself.
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan sneered, "Such noble words, but you've wanted to possess me for a long time, haven't you? Oh, right... the Thunder Lord back then was also injured by you."
"Let me guess, you tried to possess the Thunder Lord but failed and he escaped. Am I right?"
"..."
Order did not reply.
"It seems I guessed correctly."
Chen Fan sneered again, "Possess if you want to possess, no need for such lofty pronouncements."
"Talking about establishing order in the Chaos is just an excuse for your power. I've seen many like you, City Lord."
"Claiming to be doing it for others, yet making them willingly pay the price, while you reap all the benefits, right?"
"People like you are the most disgusting."
"Hypocrites, that's what you are..."
Chen Fan entered his "Mouthy King" mode.
Whether he was right or wrong, he'd just vent.
His control over his body was diminishing.
"..."
Order also stopped speaking.
There was no point in saying more; this body would be his in the end anyway.
"Heh."
Just then, Chen Fan suddenly smiled. "Old man, do you think you've already succeeded?"
"Oh?"
This question piqued Order's interest.
A soft "hmm" came from its mouth, "Can you still turn the tables?"
"Perhaps I can..."
As soon as the words fell, Chen Fan suddenly produced a staff and, without hesitation, plunged it into his own body.
"Come, let this City Lord see who is more ruthless..."
Buzz.
The staff was embedded within Chen Fan's body.
Instantly, a powerful suction force emanated from the staff.
Just like that day, when Chen Fan used his corpse to plant the staff and almost killed the Lord of Light.
Now, he was using his own flesh and the power of the Great Dao as sustenance for the staff.
Boom.
In an instant, countless energies poured out, absorbed by the staff.
"What is this?"
Order's voice suddenly turned into an exclamation.
Even... fear.
At this moment, Order's power had already occupied Chen Fan's physical body, meaning... the one controlling this body now was the power of Order.
A small portion of Chen Fan's original power was assimilated, while most of it was temporarily suppressed.
Therefore, what the staff was currently absorbing was the power of Order.
"What is this?"
Order suddenly became terrified.
In its entire existence, it had never felt fear.
But now, it did.
Possession and rebirth were forcibly halted.
Boom!
In its boundless terror, the Lord of Order frantically withdrew this power, trying to escape from Chen Fan's body.
"Hahahaha."
Chen Fan let out a hearty laugh.
Having regained control of his body, he sealed it directly. "Want to leave? Too late?"
"Bang!"
Order's controlling power slammed against his physical body, trying to escape.
Simultaneously, a voice echoed in Chen Fan's mind, "Release me quickly, or we will both die."
This suction force was unlike anything it had ever encountered.
It was too bizarre.
It could render a ninth-tier power of Order utterly helpless.
"Hmph."
Chen Fan snorted coldly, "You're still afraid of death, aren't you?"
"Tsk tsk, someone who died millions of years ago, still clinging to life through possession, is indeed afraid of death, hahahaha..."
At this moment, Chen Fan's own power was also being devoured by the staff.
But he acted like a madman, heedless, constantly sealing his body and preventing the Lord of Order from escaping.
Damn it, trying to run when things go south?
Not so easy.
"Rumble."
The Lord of Order frantically surged.
It did not want to die with such a madman.
Lei Gu back then was a madman, and this one was also a madman.
...
Outside at this moment.
The Lord of Light and others, though not inside the perilous place, could sense the turmoil.
Yin, Yang, Life, Death.
Powers were in violent flux.
"Are they fighting?"
Dao Master Thousand Threads frowned.
This turbulent power felt like a battle.
But... who were they fighting?
"Could it be the Lord of Order?"
This statement sent a shock through everyone present, their eyes widening in terror.
Impossible?
How long ago had the Lord of Order died?
How could it still be here?
But if not for this speculation, what else could it be?
For a moment, everyone was uncertain.
Only Golden Daoist, lurking behind, seethed with resentment, praying that the fight inside was between Chen Fan and the Lord of Light.
"Kill him."
Golden Daoist hoped.
"Oh, right."
At this moment, Illusion Sect suddenly looked at Five Elements and Thousand Threads, saying with a smile, "Aren't you two going to spread the news of this place?"
"Hmm?"
The two were stunned. "What do you mean?"
Illusion Sect feigned shock. "Are you two not from the Upper Nine Heavens?"
As these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed.
"Hmm?"
Dao Master Thousand Threads looked at Illusion Sect. "What do you mean?"
Illusion Sect did not explain, but chuckled self-deprecatingly. "My apologies, it seems I was mistaken. I thought you two were from the Upper Nine Heavens."
"In the memories of the Thunder Lord, I saw some things that said you two were from the Upper Nine Heavens. Sigh... it seems the Thunder Lord was mistaken."
"For him to guess such things, the Thunder Lord really..."
Illusion Sect fell silent.
However, everyone's gaze was fixed on Thousand Threads and Five Elements.
Though subtle, it gave the two a very bad premonition.
They couldn't quite pinpoint the source of the bad premonition.
Although inwardly shocked, the two vociferously denied it.
"Heh heh."
Dao Master Five Elements sneered, "Illusion Sect, there's a bit more finesse required when slandering. As overlords of the Ninth Earth, why would we work for the Upper Nine Heavens?"
"Hmm."
Illusion Sect nodded. "Indeed."
After saying that, he closed his mouth.
He ignored the pleading glances from the Lord of Light and Golden Daoist.
The words had been spoken, and that was enough.
The seed of doubt had been sown.
There was a history of animosity between the Upper Nine Heavens and the Lower Ten Lands.
In the past, a flame of rebellion ignited from the Lower Ten Lands, dissatisfied with their ranking, they intended to challenge the position of the Upper Nine Heavens, but ultimately failed.
Following that, the Upper Nine Heavens launched a purge of the Lower Ten Lands. That purge targeted all Great Emperors; too many people died.
Those who survived, the eighth and ninth tiers, were those who had narrowly escaped that purge.
Although a long time had passed, the Tenth Earth had not forgotten this grudge.
It was unavoidable; too many people had died back then.
Who didn't have a few friends or relatives?