Lord of Order.
A supreme powerhouse of the ninth rank.
The supreme existence who once established the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Yet, such a figure always resorted to sneak attacks, can you believe it?
His appearance became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Retreat."
The last two ninth-ranked cultivators of the Eighth Heaven were terrified.
Bang.
The two directly abandoned everyone else and plunged into the light gate.
They even left behind their numerous Great Emperors.
If they stayed longer, they would also die.
Who would have thought that the combat power of the Tenth Land would be so formidable.
The Lord of Order and Zhan, these two, had been silent. They were among the first batch of ninth-ranked cultivators when the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were established, having lived for millions of years.
Coupled with Chen Fan, the Dragon King, the Evil Lord, Ping Xi... these four extraordinary ninth-ranked cultivators.
This combat power was simply despair-inducing.
"Heh heh."
Watching the two fleeing ninth-ranked cultivators, the Dragon King merely gave a cold smile.
Immediately, his massive figure departed rapidly, beginning to sweep the battlefield.
Chen Fan remained still, his gaze locked with the Lord of Order. Neither moved. The Evil Lord and Ping Xi also joined other battlefields.
The top-tier battles had concluded; it was time for the harvest.
Boom!
The moment the two ninth-ranked cultivators of the Eighth Heaven plunged into the light gate, the colossal light gate exploded.
A chaotic beast burning with soul emerged – it was Huang.
He was not dead at all.
"Kill."
Chen Fan struck fiercely.
The Lord of Order also did not stand by idly. He needed the energy of a ninth-ranked cultivator to restore himself.
"You're not dead?" a terrified voice rang out.
"Of course, I'm not dead."
Within Huang's eyes lay boundless fury. "You bunch of liars, if I don't kill you, how can this seat die?"
That's right, Huang was truly not dead.
Everything that had happened before was merely a plan.
Huang had made a mistake, and he should atone with his death.
But the Dragon King couldn't bear it. He privately pleaded with Chen Fan and the others, asking for Huang to feign death and block the retreat, ensuring the complete annihilation of everyone here.
Chen Fan agreed on the spot.
A ninth-ranked cultivator was of immense help to their side.
And Huang truly did not disappoint them.
"Burn."
Huang's flames specialized in scorching souls.
The two ninth-ranked cultivators were trapped within the light gate, with no escape forward and pursuers behind.
"Boom."
Chen Fan and the Lord of Order joined forces and charged into the light gate.
A colossal roar echoed through the heavens and earth. The two ninth-ranked cultivators, filled with immense unwillingness... perished entirely.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Zhan's voice resounded across the battlefield.
Hua Yan was also attempting to escape.
The current situation left him no choice but to stop.
In this state of affairs, even if the grand formation were fully refined, he alone would be unable to refine the Tenth Land.
"Zhan."
Hua Yan's figure began to distort. "We will meet again soon."
As soon as the words fell... bang, Hua Yan's body exploded.
He self-destructed.
"That's not right."
Zhan's brows furrowed.
He raised a hand and grasped the scattered energy, stating grimly, "A clone."
He was astonished.
For such a monumental event as the Myriad Tribulation, Hua Yan had only sent a clone.
"Tsk tsk."
The Lord of Order emerged from the light gate, looking in Zhan's direction and laughing, "Hua Yan has already refined the Ninth Heaven. All living beings there have become his nourishment. He has completely descended into madness."
Upon hearing this, everyone was greatly alarmed.
Chen Fan asked, "The Ninth Heaven is gone?"
"Gone."
The Lord of Order provided the answer. "His target was never the Tenth Land, but the Upper Nine Heavens. The next time we meet, tsk tsk... even our combined forces might not be his match."
Chen Fan: "..."
Cultivators, each more ruthless than the last.
"Hoo."
Chen Fan exhaled.
The distant battlefield no longer required his intervention. With the Dragon King, Ping Xi, the Evil Lord... and the reappearance of Huang, the four ninth-ranked cultivators acting in concert were sufficient to sweep the battlefield.
The outcome of this battle was already decided.
"Senior."
Chen Fan looked towards the Lord of Order and asked, "Senior, why are you helping us?"
This was something he was very curious about.
Logically speaking, the Lord of Order was not their ally, but an enemy.
When the Lord of Order first appeared, he and Ping Xi had even tricked him.
The Lord of Order chuckled, "Little friend, there's no need to hold hostility towards me. Although we have past grievances, compared to the price of betrayal back then, I have long forgotten the matters between us."
I don't believe you... but I have no proof.
Chen Fan pondered for a moment and voiced his confusion, "Senior Zhan, is the Myriad Tribulation only like this? Is something missing?"
It was too easy.
The Tenth Land hadn't even experienced much before the battle concluded.
The Myriad Tribulation he had imagined should have been a cataclysmic disaster sweeping across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
But now, it didn't seem all that dangerous.
It felt somewhat anticlimactic.
"It's not what you think."
Zhan walked over and said grimly, "According to Order, Hua Yan's original intention was not here at all. Moreover, we launched a surprise attack on the Ninth Heaven earlier, nearly annihilating their ninth-ranked cultivators."
"These are the foundations that secured our victory. Hua Yan's target for this Myriad Tribulation was the Ninth Heaven, not the Tenth Land."
"Precisely."
The Lord of Order agreed and added, "Little friend, the Tenth Land's combat strength is formidable. If you were to leave the Tenth Land and observe the Ninth Land, the Eighth Land, you would understand the brutality of this disaster."
The Tenth Land was safe.
They had repelled the invasion, but other regions were not as fortunate as them.
Chen Fan: "..."
Chen Fan's expression became serious.
Seeing this, the Lord of Order said, "I didn't go to the first four lands. Lord Lei is a peerless genius and must have his own plans. I also didn't go to the fifth land. I have seen the remaining lands, tsk tsk, the battles there were incredibly fierce."
Chen Fan: "..."
The Lord of Order's expression spoke volumes.
"En?"
Suddenly, Chen Fan looked up towards the budding region of the Tenth Land.
On the stone path connecting to the Ninth Land, with a 'bang', the barrier was broken open.
Figures in dire straits crashed into the Tenth Land...
"City Lord Chen."
The voice of the Illusion Sect carried an overwhelming despair.
But as he sensed the situation within the Tenth Land, his despair vanished instantly, and he exclaimed excitedly, "City Lord Chen, please help! The Ninth Land has fallen..."
Clang.
The Heaven-Soaring Cloud Sword sliced through the heavens and earth.
The sharp sword light directly pierced the realm barrier and flew out of the Tenth Land.
"Hmph."
A cold snort echoed.
With a 'dang', the Heaven-Soaring Cloud Sword flipped back.
Following closely was a cold voice, filled with deep confusion, "Where is Hua Yan? What happened?"
The person had sensed the situation in the Tenth Land.
"Chuhuo."
Zhan's voice transformed into demonic energy and surged out of the Tenth Land. "Do you still remember me?"
"Zhan?"
Chuhuo's voice held a hint of surprise.
Then, realization dawned. "So you're here, and also... Lord of Order. It seems Hua Yan has failed, tsk tsk... In that case, I shall allow you to live a little longer. Minions, retreat."
Powerful auras receded like a tide.
Bang.
More and more figures tumbled into the Tenth Land.
Tens of thousands of people.
For the population base of a region, tens of thousands was an incredibly small number.
These individuals, the weakest among them being Heavenly Emperors, not a single ordinary person was present.