Chen Fan bathed in the ocean of gold.
The omnipresent gold left him covered in wounds.
These were inevitable when forcibly plundering the achievements of others, unlike those comprehended through self-enlightenment, which would not present such issues.
"Buzz."
Within the long river, Chen Fan’s entire body turned golden.
The power of gold within him was forcibly transformed and integrated into his body.
Clang, clang, clang.
The surging river water flowed over him, producing sounds like metal striking metal.
This was the clash of the Great Daos of the other three individuals, which did not belong to him, against the Dao of Gold.
After a moment, the defensive golden light began to transform into various forms.
Divine weapons suddenly appeared, shuttling through the long river.
A while later, the Dao of Gold showed a tendency to transform into a grand bell, but it did not succeed.
Ultimately, all the golden light took the shape of a sword.
This was Chen Fan’s forceful control.
He only needed the gold of the Sword Dao, nothing else.
As long as it was sharp enough.
Each person’s comprehension, each person’s Dao, was different. Chen Fan’s Dao of Gold ultimately had only one… the sharpness of the sword.
Nothing else was important; he did not need it.
Rumble.
The Dao of Gold began to churn, transforming into the light of a divine sword that continuously traversed the long river.
…
Outside.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Nothing else happened; everything was peaceful.
Throughout the vast Ninth Land, powerhouses continuously traversed the heavens and earth, establishing numerous Dao monitoring posts.
Over a year later, the original inhabitants of the Ninth Land discovered that the Sword Master seemed to have no intention of slaughter. Although it had only been a short time, many were willing to believe that the Sword Master would not kill.
For a time, powerhouses from many Sixth Tier worlds began to attempt contact with those from the Tenth Land.
Slowly, they discovered that these individuals seemed truly different from others.
Among those from the Tenth Land, there was less vigilance towards each other. Although they did not belong to a single faction, they coexisted harmoniously.
Even the chaotic beasts were the same; they interacted with great harmony.
Gradually, these people began to accept the chaotic beasts.
Later, they further discovered that as more and more chaotic beasts poured into the Ninth Land, the chaotic aura of the Ninth Land became much milder, no longer causing a stinging sensation even to First Tier Emperors as it had before.
This situation was welcomed by everyone.
More and more people began to accept these outsiders.
Monitoring posts were erected in all directions.
People began to roam more freely in the chaos, no longer fearing arbitrary killings, nor the incidents of powerhouses passing by and devouring entire worlds.
In the Ninth Land today, even the Great Emperors were outsiders.
And these outsiders adhered to the Sword Master's philosophy of creating a land where all races coexisted.
Until another month passed…
Shink.
At the edge of the Ninth Land's barrier, it was torn open once again.
A disheveled figure drilled in from the outside.
As soon as this person entered the Ninth Land, they nearly collapsed, and then… another person drilled back.
Two figures, one after the other.
Swish.
In the long river, the Sword Master and two others simultaneously opened their eyes.
"Guangming, Huan Zong."
That’s right, the two returning figures were among the Ninth Tier powerhouses who had been pursuing Order.
Qian Si and Wu Xing had returned one after another, and now… even these two had returned.
"Huang Jin."
A look of invisible rage crossed Huan Zong’s face. "This useless fool was controlled so early, and we never noticed."
Guangming’s face also contorted, his expression terrifyingly grim. "The Lord of Order is quite ruthless, using a Ninth Tier to self-destruct his Dao spirit to gain a chance to escape."
Yes, the Lord of Order had escaped.
The five Ninth Tier powerhouses had pursued, and eventually cornered him.
Qian Si and Wu Xing, having been heavily injured by the Lord of Order, had to withdraw from the pursuit.
Only Huan Zong, Guangming, and the Daoist Huang Jin remained.
It had almost been successful.
The three had cornered the Lord of Order into a desperate situation.
Who would have thought that Daoist Huang Jin would self-destruct at such a moment, injuring the other two and buying time for the Lord of Order’s escape?
The exploded Daoist Huang Jin’s power was swept away by the Lord of Order. Having no choice, the two could only flee.
"Such a pity."
The two expressed great regret.
Order’s Heavenly Strategy, they were so close to obtaining it.
It was all Daoist Huang Jin’s fault for ruining it.
"Buzz."
Space warped, and the Sword Master, the Dragon King, and Ping Xi appeared.
"Two honored seniors."
The Sword Master bowed and clasped his fists.
"It's you?"
Huan Zong raised an eyebrow, then seemed to realize something, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes. "Where are Qian Si and Wu Xing?"
The two were well aware of whose territory this was.
Why were these two here?
In the eyes of the Lord of Guangming, a trace of fear had already emerged… the Dragon King behind them was staring intently at him, his eyes filled with killing intent.
That’s right, he had previously absorbed the remnants left by the Radiant Bird.
The Radiant Bird was a chaotic beast, and it was natural for the Dragon King to hold a grudge.
The Sword Master then said, "Dao Master Qian Si has fallen, and Dao Master Wu Xing left behind his Dao body, his soul having escaped. The Ninth Land is now under our control."
"…"
Upon hearing this, Huan Zong and Guangming’s expressions changed immediately.
Their eyes were filled with disbelief.
Qian Si had actually fallen?
They couldn’t believe it… yet the current situation forced them to believe it.
The Ninth Land had undergone a change.
The Yin-Yang Long River, spanning across the clouds, already indicated this.
The Ninth Land had indeed changed hands.
They could even kill Ninth Tier powerhouses… the two began to feel fear.
Qian Si fallen, Wu Xing escaped.
What about them?
Thinking of this, their hearts instantly tensed.
Hostility… they felt it.
"Two honored seniors, there is no need to be nervous," the Sword Master said. "We only want this territory of the Ninth Land. As long as you two are willing to leave and do not enter the Ninth or Tenth Lands, we juniors will absolutely not trouble you."
Expulsion.
This was the Sword Master’s intention.
Both the Dragon King and Ping Xi understood that without Chen Fan, they would be unable to deal with these two individuals.
If the Evil Monarch had intervened, there might have been a chance, but they simply couldn’t command the Evil Monarch.
And the current Evil Monarch was playing in a world.
This fellow was also fed up, and in a dilapidated Eighth Tier Great World, he was role-playing as an apocalypse ranger, even earning the reputation of the number one killer in the apocalypse in that unknown world.
Who knew what he was thinking, that a supreme being who could kill Ninth Tiers would be so engrossed in playing in a world where there wasn’t even a Supreme Being.
Based on the above points, the best choice was to expel the two.
The last resort.
Upon hearing this, Huan Zong and Guangming both breathed a sigh of relief.
Even the Lord of Yin-Yang, who had enmity with Guangming, did not speak of forcibly detaining Guangming.
First Qian Si, then Wu Xing, the trump cards of two veteran Ninth Tiers had left them with considerable shadow.
Ninth Tiers had too profound a foundation.
"Good."
Huan Zong had nothing more to say and nodded directly. "We will leave now and go to the Eighth Land."
The Lord of Guangming could only choose to leave as well.
"We will leave now."
Knowing that the Sword Master and the others were wary of them, the two did not delay and headed directly towards the Tenth Land's barrier.
They did not want to leave the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands completely, as the aura outside was too violent, and the two of them could not endure it.