A mysterious seed, the last resort.
Chen Fan was gambling.
If he won, he won.
If he lost, he would leave on his own and find another way.
The seed slowly grew.
"Not enough."
Then: "Carried by chaos..."
A cold smile played on Chen Fan's lips.
The physical body of an Eighth Order Great Emperor was annihilated by the wind.
How much energy was contained within the body of an Eighth Order Great Emperor?
It was hard to imagine.
But now... it was gone.
The physical body completely dissipated.
Buzz.
As the seed was carried by the chaos, a dream-like rule spread out.
The energy from the corpses floating in the chaos automatically leaked out.
Uncontrollable.
"What is this?"
The Great Emperors of the West were all startled.
It was as if a cold wind had blown through, sweeping away all the energy.
The small branch slowly grew.
Finally, witnessed by all, the small sapling grew into a hundred-meter-tall tree in an instant.
Rustle.
The branches swayed, swaying out dream-like rules.
In an instant, the entire East froze.
Not the freezing of time, but the freezing of souls.
Everything fell into a soul-like stillness.
Only one person remained conscious.
Chen Fan.
He calmly watched the giant tree before him, his mouth slowly widening.
Everyone else stood frozen, unmoving.
Although their minds were still active, they seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to do.
Chen Fan saw clearly that an Eighth Order Great Emperor was attacking the Dragon King, his weapon only an inch away from the Dragon King's forehead.
But at this critical moment, the enemy's hand stopped, as if they had forgotten what to do next.
"Whoosh."
A gust of wind blew, rustling the branches.
The swaying branches gently swayed, and a dream-like aura emanated towards Chen Fan.
His mind also grew heavy.
"No."
Perhaps because he had carried this seed, the giant tree's power was much weaker when it fell upon him.
But as time passed, he too was being affected.
Clang.
Chen Fan suddenly drew his sword.
"Kill."
A golden opportunity, how could he miss it?
Everyone was fixed in place, and the entire Eastern Domain seemed to have only him as a living person.
Sword light swept across the heavens and earth, and Great Emperors were slain by the Tian Cong Yun Sword.
With each person killed, their bodies became withered.
All the energy and essence of their physical bodies were absorbed by the giant tree.
Nearly a hundred Great Emperors were cleanly killed by Chen Fan.
Everyone except his own people perished.
"Rustle."
The branches of the giant tree continued to sway.
The giant tree now seemed very unsatisfied, and its power began to spread beyond the East.
The dream-like power began to envelop the living.
Chen Fan, the master who had personally planted the seed, also began to be affected. The energy and essence of the Dragon King and others began to dissipate.
Screech.
At this moment, Chen Fan swung his long sword without hesitation.
The sword struck the giant tree.
"Ah..."
A scream seemed to emanate from the broken trunk of the tree.
The Tian Cong Yun Sword was invincible.
The giant tree was cut down.
A torrent of blood rained down, and in an instant, the giant tree began to wither, leaving only a single branch that fell as a staff.
Not a seed, but a staff.
The seed transformed into a staff, floating quietly.
"Hiss."
Chen Fan gasped.
Looking at the staff before him, he felt fear for the first time.
Yes, fear.
The withered hand before him made him tremble.
Where had the energy from before gone? What was this hand? Was it the true form of the giant tree?
The next moment, Chen Fan's mind stirred.
Although he feared the staff, he unhesitatingly put it away.
Because the Dragon King and the others had woken up.
"Holy crap."
The awakened Dragon King let out a vulgar exclamation.
Sword Master, Chaos Demon Butterfly, and the others... were all stunned.
What had happened?
Where were the bodies?
Where were the enemies?
They had all disappeared.
Even the chaotic beasts that had retreated from the battlefield were gone.
Only Chen Fan stood calmly in the chaos.
"It's over," Chen Fan said softly.
His gaze, however, was directed towards the boundary between the South and the West, where... the battle was still ongoing.
"Gulp."
Sword Master subconsciously swallowed.
The Dragon King and Demon Butterfly did the same, their gazes filled with fear as they looked at Chen Fan.
What had just happened?
They didn't know.
Only a moment had passed, and in that instant, all the enemies had vanished, leaving no corpses behind.
Not only that, but the entire world seemed empty.
The enemies' corpses, their allies' corpses, all gone.
"City Lord Chen,"
The Dragon King's face was grim. "Where are the bodies?"
He wasn't asking about the enemies, but about the bodies of their own people.
"..."
Chen Fan did not answer immediately. After a long pause, he said, "It doesn't matter anymore. Resurrection doesn't require a physical body; as long as there is enough energy, the physical body can be reshaped."
After speaking, he looked towards the West. "There is enough energy there. Please drag all the worlds back, and I will resurrect the people."
Hearing this, Sword Master and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
The Dao of Life and Death was indeed heaven-defying.
Sword Master suddenly asked, "What about you?"
"Me?"
Chen Fan's gaze drifted into the distance. "The battle there is not over. I owe the Yin-Yang Dao Master a favor. I'm leaving. Prepare the worlds and wait for my return."
Boom.
The battle ended silently, and now... Chen Fan rushed towards the final battlefield.
The Lord of Light, the final enemy.
...
Boom.
The Yin-Yang Dao Master was sent flying.
She spat blood as she retreated, her trembling hand no longer able to hold the black blade.
However, the Lord of Light's gaze was not on Ping Xi, but on the distant East.
He could no longer remain calm.
Because his people were all dead.
The strong men of the West were all under his control.
At this moment, he sensed that all the Great Emperors in the West had perished in an instant.
"What in the world happened?"
At this moment, even the Lord of Light, a Ninth Order Great Emperor and the strongest in the Tenth Earth, was terrified.
He could not achieve this.
Let alone him, even ten Ninth Orders working together could not kill everyone in an instant.
"Hahaha."
The Yin-Yang Dao Master also sensed it.
Behind her were the severely wounded and unconscious Five Elements Thunder Emperor and others.
Only two people remained standing here.
The weak had long been eliminated from this battle.
"Light, hahaha."
The Yin-Yang Dao Master laughed, spitting blood. "He's here, the person has arrived. Are you ready to face the Thunder Master again? Hahahaha..."
"The descendant of the Thunder Master has come to seek revenge, hahaha..."
Ping Xi laughed heartily.
"Whoosh."
The Lord of Light exhaled a breath of stale air.
He also sensed the rapidly approaching aura.
Soon.
The power of space spread, making the Lord of Light's mood heavy.
After a moment of thought, the Lord of Light spoke, "The time is not yet right for us to meet. Today, you are lucky. When I am unsealed, that will be your time of death."
Saying this, the Lord of Light's body was about to depart.