Chapter 1823 Sigh.
Master of the Thousand Threads sighed and killed his subordinate.
His gaze fell on the Illusion Sect, who was fighting four eighth-rank beings, and coldness flickered in his eyes.
What the Illusion Sect had said earlier seemed to cause no ripple, but it ultimately left behind after-effects.
At this critical moment, these people... rebelled.
His gaze involuntarily shifted to the void space ahead, which seemed to exist outside of reality.
There, a book, crafted from some unknown material, floated quietly.
Two figures, perfectly condensed from rules, one of life and death, the other of yin and yang, were blocking everyone's entry.
Those two were very strong.
If they had all joined forces, they could have killed the two Dao figures and seized the Order Heavenly Strategy.
But at the critical moment, rebellion erupted.
Nearly forty eighth-rank beings actually began to attack them, the ninth-rank beings, in concert.
Ninth-rank beings were strong, invincible.
But when the number of eighth-rank beings reached a certain level, even ninth-rank beings had to temporarily avoid their้่.
This was precisely the situation.
"Boom."
These people were all in disarray.
Except for the eighth-rank beings not fighting each other, everyone was an enemy.
The eighth-rank beings sought to jointly drive out all the ninth-rank beings, to expel them.
"En?"
Suddenly, Master of the Thousand Threads frowned.
In his senses, the Thousand Threads Realm was undergoing significant changes.
His Three Thousand Worries Threads were constantly disappearing.
In a short moment, dozens of them had vanished.
"Someone is attacking the Thousand Threads Realm?" Emperor Qian Si's expression was solemn.
Soon, he guessed something, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes: "Chen Fan..."
At this time, the only one capable of attacking the Thousand Threads Realm was Chen Fan.
Only... the Tenth Earth.
It was Chen Fan who had led his men to attack, to invade the Ninth Earth.
"Humph."
Master of the Thousand Threads snorted coldly.
He felt a sense of urgency.
However, he could not leave now; the Order Heavenly Strategy was too important to him.
Even if the Ninth Earth was shattered, he could not give up the Order Heavenly Strategy.
"Kill."
It seemed that the only way was to end the battle as quickly as possible.
The intensity of the battle increased again.
A group of powerful beings began to slaughter madly.
Master of the Five Elements seemed to have sensed something as well and began to unleash his power.
Whether it was Thousand Threads or Five Elements, neither spoke, but they unleashed even greater might.
...
Chen Fan was unaware of the intensity of the struggle for the Order Heavenly Strategy.
The battles outside were not particularly difficult.
At least, that was how it seemed to him.
The seventh-rank great worlds on the periphery were continuously being annihilated.
Finally...
They encountered the first eighth-rank great world.
A world that appeared somewhat illusory.
"Illusory Dao?" Looking at this eighth-rank great world, Chen Fan paused his attack.
Buzz.
The world gate opened automatically.
An aged eighth-rank being emerged.
Looking at the group standing before the world gate, this eighth-rank being bowed with a bitter expression and said, "I am the Lord of the Dream Realm. I pay my respects to Lord Chen."
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow: "You recognize me?"
"I do."
The old man nodded: "Lord, you recently killed the King of Life. I saw it, and I know your identity, Lord Chen."
"En."
Chen Fan nodded, acknowledging the statement: "Do you know why we have come?"
"I do."
The old man's face was full of helplessness.
Then he sighed: "I have no attachments in this life. I had hoped to live to a hundred years and die of old age, but I did not expect to live so long. Sigh... I have lived long enough, but I lacked the courage to commit suicide."
"I have been waiting for Lord Chen for a long time. Please, Lord Chen, do what you must."
"Uh..."
Chen Fan was stunned.
What did he mean?
Was this... voluntary death?
Or was there a trap?
He did not act immediately.
The old man immediately smiled: "Lord Chen, please do not overthink. I have truly lived long enough. A hundred years in this life is sufficient. Living too long is truly meaningless. I only hope that Lord Chen can spare the lives of the beings in this realm."
"I saw your progress on your journey, and you did not immediately destroy the worlds. You have given the beings in this realm a sliver of hope. I only hope that Lord Chen can also give my realm's beings a sliver of hope."
"At least... let them die of old age."
"Hoo."
After hearing the old man's explanation, Chen Fan understood.
This eighth-rank being had indeed lived long enough.
And he had not destroyed any worlds along the way. The old man's only concern, the beings within the realm, seemed to be safe.
It just so happened that he had lived long enough and was not resisting, so it was a transaction.
"Agreed."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Then... thank you, Lord Chen."
Bang.
As the words fell, the old man severed his own Dao.
His eighth-rank aura began to decline rapidly.
The old man's figure began to become illusory... he was about to dissipate into the chaos.
There was no trace of reluctance in the old man's eyes.
There was only... the joy of liberation.
"Finally dead."
At the last moment, a smile of genuine relief appeared on the old man's face.
His murmurs echoed in Chen Fan's ears: "Living too long is truly meaningless."
He had truly lived long enough.
Bang.
The old man died.
An eighth-rank Great Emperor self-destructed.
He took no power from the world with him; all his power remained in the Dao universe, left for Chen Fan.
"..."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He was silent for a long time.
Finally, he waved his hand gently: "Receive."
"Yes."
He would not give up an eighth-rank great world because of the old man's words.
He needed the energy of the eighth-rank great world.
The powerful beings of the Life and Death Realm needed it even more.
"Lord Chen."
Wusheng walked over, his eyes filled with confusion: "Is living a long time truly meaningless?"
"Tch."
Chen Fan sneered: "Such sentimentality."
His voice, calm, echoed: "How old are we? I'm in my twenties. Even you... are only over a hundred years old. How can you say you've lived enough? If you want to die, go ahead and die. Don't drag me along. I haven't lived enough yet."
His words, though seemingly flippant,
dispelled the confusion in Wusheng's eyes.
Indeed, how long had he lived?
He was still far from a million years.
When he reached that point, when he had lived enough, then he could talk about it.
A hundred years was like a newborn in the chaos.
He smiled: "I was being sentimental."
"You understand now?"
Chen Fan smiled: "If you understand, then go and swallow the Dao universe of this world. Your cultivation is too low, and you can't keep up with me anymore."
"Alright."
This time, Wusheng did not refuse.
Saying so, he dived into the illusory eighth-rank great world.
Boom.
The Dao universe began to collapse.
All its power became nourishment for Wusheng's growth.
"Leave someone to stand guard, and we will continue forward." Chen Fan said.
"Yes."
Refining an eighth-rank great world took quite some time.
They could not waste all their time here.
With that time, it was better to press on and reach the Master of the Thousand Threads's dojo quickly.
The Master of the Thousand Threads's dojo was the grandest feast.
Boom.
World after world was occupied, and all their power was extracted.
In another direction...
Bang.
A firework bloomed.
It was a sign of the world's destruction, the direction led by Lie Tian.
A seventh-rank world was destroyed.
All its living beings were buried.
Chen Fan glanced at it and then looked away.
Although he had given orders not to destroy worlds easily, as there were still many living beings inside,
now that one world had been destroyed, he said nothing.
Because he trusted Lie Tian's character, and even more so the Immortal Emperor beside Lie Tian... since it was destroyed, something must have happened.
He did not want to inquire for the time being.
"Continue."
The group pushed forward again.
The Thousand Threads Realm was being continuously destroyed.
More and more worlds were annihilated.
From the beginning until now, they had encountered almost no resistance from any living force.
"Are they all gathered?"
In his sight, the Master of the Thousand Threads's dojo could already be seen.
The power of the Dao, like a river pouring down the Milky Way, washed over the area ahead.
There, densely packed great worlds converged.
All the resisting forces had gathered there.
"Heh."
Chen Fan's lips curved upwards: "Let's keep moving forward."
"Since they have already prepared themselves, we naturally cannot disappoint them..."