Chapter 1833 Bi Qiong killed an Eighth-rank with a single palm, but her expression suddenly changed.
She looked around like a thief, thankfully… no one noticed.
For a Seventh-rank to kill an Eighth-rank with a single palm, something was bound to be amiss.
Thinking of this, she quickly retreated to the edge of the battlefield, found a Seventh-rank opponent, and fought fiercely with him.
"Hmm, this is more in line with my identity." Bi Qiong smiled.
Once the great battle began, it was inevitable that no one would pay attention to her, an insignificant figure on the fringes.
A battle that only Emperors could participate in shook the entire Ninth Heaven.
All the Emperors were drawn into this battle.
...
A day quickly passed.
"Kill."
On the side of the Thousand Silk Dao Field, they had already been forced into a hasty retreat.
Eighth-ranks, one after another, began to flee the battlefield with their worlds.
Defeated.
The moment Emperor Song Chu was instantly killed, everyone understood that this battle… was no longer in doubt.
And Emperor Thousand Silk must have sensed it but did not return.
To survive, everyone was fleeing, retreating.
*Chis.*
Chen Fan's sword flashed again, killing another Eighth-rank.
There were no enemies left around him.
"Sword Master."
Chen Fan said, "Shall we go in and take a look?"
The Sword Master glanced back at the battlefield, and nodded… victory was assured.
The strong warriors from the Sword Realm and the Life and Death Realm were pursuing the fleeing enemies, while others were taking over worlds that no longer had Emperors.
Since victory was assured, they no longer needed to interfere.
The Thousand Silk Dao Field was the primary target.
"Let's go."
The Sword Master put away his wooden sword.
The Thousand Silk Dao Field, with the Great Dao flowing like a galaxy plunging from the chaotic void of infinite distance.
Dense Great Dao power covered heaven and earth.
*Chis.*
The two walked into the Thousand Silk Dao Field as if strolling through a garden.
The dense Great Dao power was suffocating.
"What a grand Dao Field."
Entering the Thousand Silk Dao Field, Chen Fan was also astonished by the scale of the Thousand Silk Dao Master's undertaking.
As far as the eye could see, it was a vast, immortal-like scene.
The dense Great Dao power had transformed into mist, floating everywhere in the Dao Field.
Wherever the gaze fell, there were colossal immortal mountains and palaces, and immortal cranes and divine birds flew through the mist of the Great Dao.
"These are not Chaotic Beasts."
With just a glance, Chen Fan knew that these immortal cranes and divine birds were not Chaotic Beasts.
He sensed further and understood: "They have been refined, and the impure chaotic energy has been purged, becoming a product of the rules. The Thousand Silk Dao Master certainly has the leisure to engage in such activities."
It was indeed admirable.
The goals of the powerful were always to strengthen themselves.
As for their surroundings, they generally didn't pay much attention.
But for the Thousand Silk Dao Master to have fashioned his Dao Field into an immortal realm, it was truly remarkable and somewhat perplexing.
The Sword Master's brows were already furrowed.
He did not like such places.
Too much indulgence could hinder his comprehension of the Sword Dao.
Of course, it was merely a dislike; he offered no commentary.
"Let's go directly to where the Thousand Silk Dao Master resides," Chen Fan said.
The residences of others were unimportant.
The place where the Thousand Silk Dao Master lived was the main objective for the two of them.
*Chis.*
The mist of the Great Dao was parted, and the two quickly traversed the Thousand Silk Dao Field.
The Thousand Silk Dao Field was vast, but fortunately, both of them were strong enough. A sweep of their divine sense gave them a general overview.
Ahead… a celestial palace, suspended amidst a galaxy and supported by nine colossal dragons.
"Holy cow."
Chen Fan was once again astonished.
What a grand undertaking.
Nine colossal dragons, all Eighth-rank, had been refined by the Thousand Silk Dao Field into dragon corpses, solely to support this celestial palace.
"If the Dragon King were to see this, he would surely be heartbroken," Chen Fan lamented.
The Sword Master nodded.
In the Tenth Heaven, there was only one pure-blooded Chaotic Dragon among the Chaotic races: the Dragon King.
Although the Dragon King said nothing, he undoubtedly harbored some resentment, a feeling both of them could sense.
And here, in this Thousand Silk Dao Field, there were eight pure-blooded Chaotic Dragons, all at the Eighth-rank Emperor realm, refined into dragon corpses, serving no purpose other than supporting the celestial palace.
The Dragon King would surely go mad if he saw this.
"Let's not worry about the dragon corpses for now; let's go inside and see," the Sword Master said.
"Mm."
Without further ado, the two of them moved.
With a movement of their figures, they stepped onto the sky.
*Boom.*
A surge of immense Great Dao power erupted, attempting to push them back.
This power was extremely potent, clearly originating from the Ninth-rank Thousand Silk Dao Master.
An ordinary Eighth-rank would have been instantly killed by it.
Fortunately, they were both powerful enough to effortlessly withstand the shockwave, and then, with their swords, they tore through the formation.
...
Entering the celestial palace.
*Boom.*
Even denser Great Dao power rushed out.
The celestial palace was incredibly grand, with palaces entirely crafted from Great Dao power, stretching endlessly.
"Something's wrong…"
Suddenly, Chen Fan's brows furrowed.
There seemed to be something amiss here.
But he couldn't pinpoint what it was immediately.
Beside him, the Sword Master's expression instantly turned grim: "This beast…"
"Hmm?"
Chen Fan turned back to look at the Sword Master.
He saw that an inch-long, sword-shaped mark had appeared on the Sword Master's brow at some point.
"This is my Sword Eye,"
The Sword Master explained in a deep voice, "City Lord Chen, do you know what this place is?"
"What?"
Chen Fan didn't understand.
*Clang!*
The Sword Master drew his sword directly.
With a single slash, everything before them shattered like a mirage.
The so-called celestial palace was merely an illusion.
The Ninth-rank's technique had deceived even Chen Fan, but it couldn't fool the Sword Master's Sword Eye.
*Boom.*
The formation shattered instantly.
What met their eyes were colossal figures.
Chaotic Beasts, countless Chaotic Beasts.
Everything on the outside was a mere facade, intended to conceal the scene before them.
Chen Fan was stunned, staring at the sight with horror.
Countless Chaotic Beasts, and humans… were being suppressed by a massive formation.
And above the formation, a stone platform was suspended.
This stone platform was likely where the Thousand Silk Dao Master typically cultivated.
Below… the foreheads of all the Chaotic Beasts and humans had a troublesome thread inserted, and a continuous stream of Great Dao power and life essence flowed towards the stone platform, converging above it.
"How cruel."
The scene before them made Chen Fan gasp.
Chaotic Beasts, hundreds of millions of them, of all cultivation levels.
The humans were not many, and their cultivation was not high. The strongest was only at the Emperor Venerable realm, while the weakest… were ordinary people.
The Sword Master's face was grim: "He has built a hell of eternal suffering, feeding himself with countless lives. This bastard."
All the humans and Chaotic Beasts were still alive.
Their bodies convulsed occasionally, clearly enduring unimaginable pain.
Whether they were Chaotic Beasts or humans, the outcome was the same.
Alive, enduring torment.
They couldn't even die if they wanted to.
"Sigh."
Chen Fan sighed, "It seems we came to the right place. The Thousand Silk Dao Master is too cruel."
The destruction of a world would claim fewer lives, but the actions of the Thousand Silk Dao Master were truly excessive.