The realm of life and death was accustomed to robbery.
But robbery wasn't done like this.
The actions of the King of Fate were tantamount to enslaving countless people, solely to provide sustenance for himself.
This was going too far.
"Boom."
The Immeasurable Purgatory began to churn.
The surging sea of blood gradually subsided, then calmed.
At this moment, the woman opened her eyes.
Dense death energy filled the heavens and earth, only to be quickly suppressed by her, calming within her body.
Luo Ran stood up and respectfully bowed to Chen Fan: "Thank you, senior."
This gratitude encompassed the life-saving grace and the bestowed opportunity.
"Mm."
Chen Fan nodded.
His face was devoid of any expression, only serenity.
It was merely a casual act.
"Little brat."
Old Demon Chu, however, slunk up provocatively and asked, "Could I trouble you for directions to the Thousand Silk Dojo?"
The place where the Great Emperor of Thousand Silk resided was not a realm, but a dojo.
The other party had never opened a world.
Upon hearing "Thousand Silk Dojo," Luo Ran's expression immediately faltered.
A flicker of fear flashed in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Fan asked, "Looking at your expression, something is amiss. You, a mere sixth-tier Heavenly Emperor, likely wouldn't have offended a ninth-tier, would you?"
Of course... Luo Ran gave a wry smile.
"But..."
After thinking for a moment, Luo Ran said, "The Realm of Fate is near the Thousand Silk Dojo, and I... just escaped from it."
"I know."
Chen Fan nodded. "Just tell me the direction to the Thousand Silk Dojo; you don't need to lead the way."
*Hoo.*
Luo Ran breathed a sigh of relief. After a brief pause, she finally spoke, "If you continue directly south, you will see the Thousand Silk Dojo."
"How long will it take?"
"At my speed, it would take three years of flight."
"Mm."
Chen Fan nodded.
Turning to Old Demon Chu, he said, "Let's go."
Old Demon Chu chuckled and said nothing.
*Whoosh.*
Two figures shot up into the sky.
"Senior..."
"Is there something else?"
Chen Fan turned back, seeing the hesitant woman.
"...Senior, could you possibly take me along for a portion of the journey?" Luo Ran asked hesitantly.
"Heh heh."
Old Demon Chu sneered, "On what grounds? This... this is Chaos."
Helping you once was one thing; I never expected you to repay the favor.
What now?
Do you really think eighth-tiers are common, and you can just stumble upon two of them whenever you please?
Moreover, these two eighth-tiers are remarkably kind; if you need help, we'll help.
Under Old Demon Chu's gaze, Luo Ran's expression suddenly changed.
Her breathing grew rapid.
Indeed, this was Chaos.
Chaos never held kindness.
To encounter two eighth-tiers willing to meddle in her affairs was already a stroke of immense fortune.
What more could she dare to hope for?
Luo Ran quickly lowered her head: "It was my recklessness, senior."
She knew her words had been somewhat rash.
"Hmph."
Old Demon Chu withdrew his gaze.
"Let's go," Chen Fan said.
The two walked leisurely, carving their path through Chaos.
Their speed was not fast, as if they were sightseeing, taking in the scenery of the Ninth Land while advancing unhurriedly.
Behind them, a small figure followed.
"City Lord..." Old Demon Chu's face was somewhat displeased.
"Forget it."
Chen Fan shook his head. "Let her follow."
It didn't matter.
"Alright."
Seeing that the City Lord was unconcerned, Old Demon Chu said no more.
*Boom.*
Ahead, a seventh-tier great world appeared.
The two saw it but continued forward calmly.
Their eighth-tier aura was released without reservation.
"Buzz."
The gate of the seventh-tier great world immediately opened, and a seventh-tier Great Emperor emerged.
"Junior Dao Xian pays respects to the two seniors."
Chen Fan and Old Demon Chu merely glanced at him before looking away.
Ahead lay the seventh-tier great world.
The two had no intention of circumventing it.
*Boom.*
A powerful aura erupted.
The seventh-tier Great Emperor's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in horror, "What do you two seniors intend to do?"
*Thump.*
Under the collision of their auras, the seventh-tier great world before them actually began to move.
"Stop."
Great Emperor Dao Xian's face changed. "What are you doing? This is the Thousand Silk Realm; you are provoking the majesty of the Great Emperor of Thousand Silk."
*Rumble.*
Chen Fan and the other two couldn't be bothered to respond.
*Heh... threatening someone with ninth-tier?*
*A joke.*
*Do I care?*
*Just a seventh-tier great world, daring to block the path.*
*Only eighth-tiers are qualified.*
*Seventh-tiers... make way.*
*Boom.*
The seventh-tier great world was driven away.
Their combined might was too formidable to resist.
Dao Xian, left behind, trembled with anger. "You dare to defy the rules of the Thousand Silk Realm; you are courting death."
*Bang.*
A demonic hand streaked across the sky.
The vast palm covered the heavens, pressing down.
The seventh-tier being who had been shouting incessantly was directly crushed into a pulp by the massive hand.
"Dare to babble again, and I will kill you," a chilling voice echoed in Dao Xian's ears.
At these words, Dao Xian's expression instantly became solemn.
His preconceived notions had made him momentarily forget respect.
The Thousand Silk Realm had its own rules: the strong could not bully the weak. This rule originated from the Thousand Silk Dojo.
But over the years, had anyone truly adhered to it?
In the face of the strong, the weak had no right to speak.
He could use the rules of the Thousand Silk Realm to suppress others, but he would have to bear the risk of being killed.
The strong detested being threatened.
For a moment, cold sweat beaded on Dao Xian's forehead.
Those were two eighth-tiers.
Thinking of his own threatening words, Dao Xian wished he could slap himself.
It was just moving a world, wasn't it?
What was the big deal?
If they were more bloodthirsty, they would have cleaved the world in two with a single strike.
Even if he were killed, it would be a pointless death.
Dao Xian bowed, watching the two depart.
"Buzz."
From behind, another sound of breaking through the air was heard.
Dao Xian turned and immediately became displeased. "Get lost..."
A mere sixth-tier, daring to pass through here?
Truly courting death.
"Hmph."
At this moment, Luo Ran became uncharacteristically assertive.
She said coldly, "I am a follower of those two seniors. Are you sure you want to block my path?"
Dao Xian: "..."
To be honest, he didn't quite believe it.
"You don't believe me?"
Luo Ran sneered. "You can go and ask the two seniors."
*Don't Fucking bullshit me. Do I dare?*
*Those two are killing gods.*
*Finally managed to send them away, and you want to call them back?*
"Forget it."
In the end, Great Emperor Dao Xian chose to let her pass.
A mere sixth-tier was not enough to warrant his attention.
Let her go.
Hurry up and leave, to avoid trouble.
...
Ahead.
"City Lord, this little girl is quite interesting," Old Demon Chu chuckled.
Chen Fan remained noncommittal, not saying much.
It didn't matter.
Their goal was firm: the Thousand Silk Dojo.
Time slowly passed, and a year went by.
A full year, with no significant changes.
Chaos was like this; there were many things happening, yet very little did.
Many things happened because there were many people, few because everyone stayed within their worlds. Aside from Emperor Lords, almost no one ventured out.
Therefore... for over a year, there had been no major changes.
Until a certain moment.
*Boom.*
At the end of their vision, a galaxy cascaded from the firmament.
Boundless radiance bloomed, illuminating the entire Thousand Silk Realm.
That was... the River of Great Dao.