"How to repair it?"
Standing within the river of rules, Chen Fan was lost.
He had exploded too many rules, and now, barely a tenth of his scattered attributes remained.
He thought for a long time but could find no solution.
"Alas."
In the end, Chen Fan could only sigh.
There was no choice.
His knowledge was still too limited.
This path was one he had to forge alone, a path no one else had walked.
Therefore, there was no way to know the solution. The path ahead depended solely on himself.
...
Night finally arrived.
Chen Fan opened his eyes and walked to the window.
"Creak."
The window was pushed open gently.
The City of Freedom under the night sky was eerily quiet.
The long streets were deserted.
The lights of the City of Freedom were not brilliant, even somewhat dim.
"Whoosh."
A gust of wind blew.
A gust of wind swept through the City of Freedom.
The wind brought a layer of mist, a gray mist imbued with a dense aura of death.
As the deathly aura permeated, it seemed as though dark shadows darted through the gray fog.
Suddenly, a pair of blood-red pupils opened within the gray mist, looking towards Chen Fan...
"Not good."
Chen Fan's expression changed.
He could vaguely sense a powerful aura awakening.
"As expected."
Chen Fan quickly closed the window, and the blood-red eyes slowly faded.
He had almost been discovered.
As expected, these deathly energies would seek people out.
"Should I try to form a contract?"
The thought had barely appeared before Chen Fan swiftly erased it.
No, he couldn't take the risk.
The one below was an Emperor Corpse.
The Heavenly Emperor realm was a distant, unattainable state.
It was best not to act rashly.
Dada-da.
Footsteps could be heard outside the window.
Needless to say, those who dared to appear in the City of Freedom at night could only be its residents.
Others wouldn't dare.
"If I go out now..."
Chen Fan was actually contemplating this: "Could those guys follow me out?"
Interesting.
Never mind, he wouldn't drag others down.
To be precise, he wouldn't drag himself down.
It wouldn't do to drag others down while also dragging himself down.
...
The night slowly passed.
Throughout the night, Chen Fan pondered how to restore the rules within the river, but alas, he found no solution.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up.
The sky finally brightened.
The moment the sky lit up, Chen Fan shot up and looked towards the east city gate.
"Hahaha."
Laughter echoed across the City of Freedom.
It was so familiar.
It was Wusheng.
It was Wusheng's laughter.
"Chen Fan."
Amidst his hearty laughter, Wusheng flew to the sky above the City of Freedom, then staggered and fell to the ground, clutching his chest as he walked forward.
"Chen Fan, I've come for you, haha..." Despite being covered in wounds, Wusheng was still laughing heartily.
Yet, his laughter was filled with a self-mocking tone: "I heard you were here, I came to cause you some trouble, I wonder if you can handle it."
"Guh."
Blood continued to spurt.
Wusheng's injuries were severe.
They were not ordinary wounds, but injuries to his Great Dao, his very rules had been shattered.
"Kill."
A sharp sword light arrived in an instant.
Those pursuing Wusheng had arrived.
An old woman with a ferocious expression, her eyes filled with ferocity: "You little brat, you run pretty fast."
The old woman's state appeared somewhat disheveled.
Her eyes were filled with murderous intent.
She, a top-tier supreme being, was chasing a mere mortal, yet he had escaped, and time and again, he had put her in such a sorry state.
Humiliation.
For the old woman, it was a colossal humiliation.
Not only the old woman, but behind her, six disheveled figures crossed the city.
The City of Freedom did not prohibit killing.
"Kill."
The old woman struck with a palm.
Her palm print spanned the sky, descending with immense force.
"Scram."
Suddenly, an angry roar reverberated.
Chen Fan's figure appeared beneath the old woman's palm.
He raised his hand and struck out with a palm.
"Bang."
The old woman's palm print exploded directly.
Chen Fan's palm print continued upwards, tearing through the sky, and with a 'bang', it landed on the old woman.
Her body shattered.
Her soul attempted to escape but was crushed by the palm print.
The six behind her changed their expressions.
"So strong."
A single palm strike had killed a top-tier supreme being.
It seemed their information was somewhat inaccurate.
"Who else?"
His cold gaze swept across all directions.
The six pursuing supreme beings looked at each other, then all looked at Chen Fan. No one stepped forward; they all retreated a step.
Making a move against Chen Fan in the City of Freedom would result in great trouble.
The one in the central thatched hut, as those familiar knew, did not have a good temper.
"Hmph."
Seeing that no one moved, Chen Fan snorted, turned, and helped Wusheng up, his icy expression melting into a smile: "How did you end up like this?"
He was an old friend, and as long as he was alive, that was all that mattered.
"Heh."
Wusheng grinned: "These guys are really strong. They chased me for days. I realized they seemed to be deliberately driving me towards the City of Freedom. I guessed you must be here."
"Hahaha."
Chen Fan laughed heartily: "You rascal. By the way, how did you survive so many people?"
Wusheng's current cultivation was not enough to allow him to escape from these people.
"I detonated my father's sword." Wusheng's eyes showed a trace of anger.
His anger stemmed from being forced to self-detonate the sword left by his father.
This grudge was now immense.
"Ruthless."
Chen Fan gave him a thumbs-up: "Let's go, to my place first."
"Okay."
Wusheng was not overly sentimental.
They had come up from the lower realms together, so there was no need for unnecessary pleasantries.
A group of supreme beings followed behind, but dared not make a move.
Chen Fan explained the situation to Wusheng.
"Amazing."
This time, it was Wusheng's turn to give a thumbs-up.
To have Yi Fu personally vouch for him, such capability was not something anyone could achieve.
"Right, you said my father's celestial crown is in Yi Fu's hands?" Wusheng had only just learned this news.
Ever since he entered the Immortal Realm and inadvertently revealed his identity, he had been on the run.
He had no time to care about anything else; surviving was a feat in itself.
"Alas, I wonder how the others are doing." Wusheng sighed.
Chen Fan had no easy answer to this.
There was no choice.
Inside the room...
Wusheng quietly recovered his body.
Around noon, Chen Fan opened his eyes and looked towards the door.
Standing outside was a person.
"Chen Fan."
A familiar voice sounded from outside the door.
The person standing there was one of the supreme beings who had pursued Chen Fan a few days ago.
This one had been trailing him all along.
Chen Fan sneered, and the door automatically opened: "What is it?"
The man looked at Chen Fan, a hint of an ill-intentioned smile in his eyes: "A friend is waiting for you outside the city, and hopes you will go out to meet them."
"Hmm?"
A bad premonition formed in his mind.
His gloomy gaze fell upon the person outside the door.
The other party paid it no mind and smiled: "I think you will be very interested."
"Swish."
Tian Zai's eyes snapped open, and he said gravely, "I've sensed the aura of Huang Die, it's very weak, her soul is about to be annihilated."