Chapter 966: The True Evolution of Transcending Dimensions

On the other side of the ocean.

A group of Immortals dressed in white robes and skirts watched this scene from afar.

"Chen Yuan truly didn't lie to me, let's go!"

The man in white leading them chuckled aloud.

The next moment.

All the Immortals transformed into streaks of light, charging into the Yu Province battlefield.

"The Immortals are here!"

"Not good!"

"Damn it!"

Roars resounded through the air.

The powerhouses of Yu Province and Great Xia had not expected that such a battle would actually draw out the Immortals who had been hiding all along.

Tie Province.

Two figures sat on a mountaintop.

Ji Chen, dressed in white, held a bowl of hot noodle soup and took a satisfied sip of the broth.

Beside him, the Seventh Dao Child, Ying, frowned as she looked toward the distant horizon.

"Since the Lord Chen is this powerful, he might even be stronger than the Master of Arrays."

"That is certain."

Ji Chen chuckled aloud:

"Chen Yuan is the second greatest prodigy of the human race in ten thousand years."

"Who is the first?" Ying asked in surprise.

"Chen Yan's younger sister," Ji Chen said:

"However, Chen Yan's younger sister was born too late and has only been on the path of the Dao for a few years."

"What about Chen Yan?" Ying asked, thinking of that terrifying figure.

Even though Chen Yan might have already fallen by now.

But the sense of oppression that Chen Yan had brought her when he fought the seven Great Dao Children alone seemed to still linger.

"Chen Yan..." Ji Chen raised his eyebrows slightly:

"Chen Yan had no aptitude, not even as much as you."

"Not as much as me?" Ying felt it was somewhat unbelievable.

"Certainly not as much as you, but what made Chen Yan powerful was not his aptitude."

Ji Chen sighed aloud.

"With the Lord Chen in this state, can I still kill him?" Ying said with a hint of melancholy.

"You could kill him right now," Ji Chen said calmly.

"What are you talking about?" Ying was almost amused to the point of anger.

Asking her to assassinate the current Lord Chen—wasn't that just seeking death?

Ji Chen's gaze was deep:

"You could indeed kill him right now, but the timing is wrong."

…………

At the same time.

On the other side of the sea.

Zhang Xing, Jiang Yuan, and the others stood there, all of them somewhat incredulous.

"The Lord Chen's strength is actually this formidable," Jiang Yuan exclaimed in shock.

Zhang Xing had a headache:

"Right now, Li Zhiyi and the Patrol Sun Divine General are still joining forces; didn't they say..."

Zhang Xing stopped mid-sentence.

Previously, Lu Xunyang had said he was going to make a move against Li Zhiyi.

But what about now?

Now, Lu Xunyang and Li Zhiyi were working together in perfect harmony, as if they had practiced it.

"It is no longer a question of whether or not to kill Li Zhiyi."

Yu Cheng said in shock:

"The question now is whether we can defeat the Lord Chen."

Zhang Xing's eyes flickered slightly.

That's right.

If the Lord Chen unleashed his full power, he might truly be able to directly annihilate Li Zhiyi.

At that time, he wouldn't even need to make a move.

It's just that...

Zhang Huizhi hadn't made a move yet.

He was likely still lying in ambush for the Lord Chen.

Meanwhile.

Evil Realm.

Where the Evil Realm's Saint-Breaking Tree was located.

Boom!

Chen Fazheng shattered the Qi-blood avatar of the Lord of Chen with a single palm strike; his deep eyes projected a terrifying gaze capable of sweeping across the eight wildernesses.

"With just one Qi-blood avatar, how much longer do you think you can stop me?"

Chen Fazheng's eyes were cold as he turned to look at Lord Wuhen, who was already pinned down by array-formed longswords.

"Speak, what exactly is your relationship with Chen Yuan?"

Chen Fazheng took a step forward and arrived before Lord Wuhen.

Above the root-covered earth.

Xuan Yi spat out a mouthful of malice, stood up, and wore a cold expression.

He had truly suppressed that wisp of Ancient God aura and was now looking at Lord Wuhen with extreme coldness.

He had not expected to lose to Lord Wuhen, and to lose in such a manner.

Lord Wuhen was unable to move, and at this moment, he looked calmly at Chen Yuan:

"Chen Yuan has not yet lost."

"Heh." A cold sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Fazheng's mouth:

"Zhang Huizhi and Xia Zhiyang from the outside haven't even made a move yet; you tell me, how is Chen Yuan going to win?"

At this point in time.

Whether for Chen Fazheng or for Chen Yan.

Chen Yuan was someone who had to be killed.

Chen Yuan had walked to the opposite side of the world, so he deserved to die.

Lord Wuhen did not speak, merely looking calmly at Chen Fazheng.

"Fight again!"

A low roar rang out.

It was Xuan Yi bellowing.

At this moment, Xuan Yi was clearly furious to the extreme; he could not accept such a result.

Even if the final winner would still be him.

"No need." Chen Fazheng's voice was calm:

"Kill him, swallow the Emperor Fruit, and you will become the number one of the human race."

Xuan Yi's expression was violent:

"Where is Ying?"

"I have use for her, but in the end, I will still kill her with my own hands."

Chen Fazheng calmly arranged the ending for every Daoist.

The next moment.

He raised one hand and smashed it toward Lord Wuhen's head.

The next instant.

Chen Fazheng's palm stopped abruptly above Lord Wuhen's forehead; his pupils constricted, and he flew before the Emperor Fruit.

Xuan Yi watched intently.

That was the Emperor Fruit.

It was the thing he dreamed of; he didn't even need the Soul of the Life Chapter anymore.

Because he had previously killed the supreme Ancient God Beast, the Bone King, by his own power.

"Wuhen!"

Chen Fazheng's roar suddenly resounded.

Xuan Yi's expression changed.

Yet he saw Chen Fazheng pluck the Emperor Fruit, which shone like the great sun, illuminating all directions.

Chen Fazheng's cloudy old eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

His deeply wrinkled face twisted in shock, and a muffled roar rolled from his throat.

Boom!

The entire Emperor Fruit was instantly crushed by Chen Fazheng, turning into ten thousand streams of light that scattered.

"This!"

Xuan Yi's expression was stunned, looking at this scene in disbelief.

"Wuhen!"

Chen Fazheng stared fixedly at Lord Wuhen:

"What did you do!"

Lord Wuhen furrowed his brows and looked at the light fragments in the sky.

"Chen Fazheng, what are you doing?"

"Doing what?" Chen Fazheng roared:

"The Emperor Fruit is fake!"

Boom!

A terrifying wave of Qi erupted from within Chen Fazheng's body.

"Fake?"

Xuan Yi flew into the high sky, his whole person frozen in shock.

Lord Wuhen's gaze also flashed wildly as he looked at Chen Fazheng in disbelief.

"Where did you hide the Emperor Fruit?" Lord Wuhen's voice grew low.

"Where did I hide the Emperor Fruit?"

A murderous intent erupted in the depths of Chen Fazheng's eyes.

He was the only one in the entire world who knew the location of the Saint-Breaking Tree.

Even the Xia Lord did not know.

Now, the only ones who had been in close contact with the Emperor Fruit were him and Lord Wuhen, who had come here to set up the array trap.

Originally, Chen Fazheng had intended to kill Lord Wuhen outright.

But now, if Lord Wuhen died, Chen Fazheng would have no way of knowing the true location of the Emperor Fruit.

The next instant.

Chen Fazheng reached out with one hand.

Crack, crack, crack!

One by one, the array longswords transformed into long spikes, piercing into Lord Wuhen's physical body.

Lord Wuhen felt the pain and spat out fresh blood.

"Where did the Emperor Fruit go?" Chen Fazheng barked in a low voice.

"I don't know!"

Bloodshot veins erupted in Lord Wuhen's eyes as he stared fixedly at Chen Fazheng.

Crack, crack, crack!

The murderous intent in Chen Fazheng's eyes grew increasingly intense; long spikes pierced into every part of Lord Wuhen's body, tearing his flesh to shreds.

Xuan Yi's expression was also gloomy.

If the Emperor Fruit were gone, how could he become the number one of the human race?

At the same time.

Right behind Lord Wuhen, on the branches of the Evil Realm's Saint-Breaking Tree.

The Great Dao was humming, and the rules were being modified.

Chen Yan's entire body was overflowing with chaotic light and flames, like a true deity.

In a short amount of time, he had already digested all the energy and opportunities of the five Emperor Fruits.

His wisdom and power had reached a brand-new, unprecedented height.

As if situated upon a divine platform belonging solely to himself, Chen Yan had forgotten the time of the outside world and forgotten the existence of his own self.

He seemed to be a world unto himself, the very rules of Martial Dao.

Will, True Martial, and the three great auxiliary Martial Daos became individual numbers and clearly visible, dense scripts before Chen Yan.

Chen Yan slowly opened his eyes; his eyes seemed to contain stars and the universe, with thousands of golden and silver rule scripts intertwining and flowing, at times condensing into Dao patterns, at times scattering into streams of light.

His aura was as vast as the origin of heaven and earth, ethereal yet permeated with an indisputable divine pressure.

It was as if he were evolving.

A true evolution that transcended dimensions.

Becoming the ultimate deity, the ultimate Lord of the human race.

Even though he could see Chen Fazheng and the others with a single glance, and see everything happening in the outside world with a single glance.

But Chen Yan did not care anymore.

He belonged to the Dao, and the Dao belonged to him.

He slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers tracing in the void.

And so, rules were born, and rules died.

With one look, he seemed able to traverse life and death, reaching true immortality.

A diagram, a diagram engraved with all the mysteries of the Array Dao, appeared before Chen Yan.

This was an incomplete Martial Dao rule; it was a starting point, a foundation.

"But this foundation is poor; I do not like it."

Chen Yan murmured.

The next moment.

As Chen Yan pointed a single finger, the rules belonging to the Array Dao were modified.

Constantly modified.

It was as if a scroll that had lasted for tens of thousands of years was being crudely wiped away by someone.

Just like that.

Hum!

A series of hums suddenly resonated deep within Chen Fazheng's mind.

Chen Fazheng's pupils contracted violently, and he instantly looked at the surrounding world:

"Who!"

"Who is it!"

He suddenly acted as if he had gone mad, the shock in his eyes surging like a tide.

It was as if he had heard an ancient cry echoing out.

There was some indescribable existence wantonly trampling upon his Martial Dao.

"Who is it!"

Chen Fazheng roared with difficulty.

To the side, Xuan Yi and Lord Wuhen looked in astonishment at this master of arrays.