Chapter 465: The Primordial Thunder Spear

Five years had passed in the blink of an eye since Chen Fan forged the Primordial Thunder Spear.

During these five years, the Ghost Race never gave up, attacking the space barrier day and night, wanting to trample Blue Star and slaughter all living beings.

The Nine Heavens Sealing Capital Array that guarded the globe had long since existed in name only, as the Five Elements Crystal Stones were exhausted.

Yet Blue Star remained safe and sound—all because Chen Fan used his own Primordial Space Dao Rule to forcibly seal the entire planet.

He alone was an insurmountable barrier for heaven and earth.

In those five years, major events on Blue Star were constant.

Ye Wentian was the first to break through his realm, ascending to the position of Martial Saint and taking charge of Blue Star's affairs.

But the world knew that Ye Wentian was merely the figurehead; the true supreme authority of Blue Star had always been held in the hands of one person from beginning to end.

That person was Chen Fan.

It was just that he had never liked worldly affairs and never concerned himself with the power of the world.

Now, Chen Fan had moved the entire Jinglei Zheju to a lonely island in the vast deep sea.

Cat Girl, Yang Chuchu, and Diana, the three women, all lived there in peace.

Under Chen Fan's all-out cultivation, the three women's cultivation levels skyrocketed, all stepping into the Half-God realm; looking across Blue Star, they were already top-tier combatants.

Chen Tongtong was still studying at the internal academy of the Zhenyuan Army, and only on weekends could she return to the island to reunite with her brother.

Guifuzi was arranged by Chen Fan to be by her side, never leaving her, responsible for protecting her safety.

This day happened to be the weekend.

Guifuzi brought Chen Tongtong back.

The young girl was already sixteen years old, her figure graceful and upright, her face peerless, and her temperament ethereal.

What was even more astonishing was that under Chen Fan's personal intervention, she had successfully awakened an SSS-rank ability, her talent crowning all others.

"Brother, today at school, some boys secretly gave me love letters again. It's so annoying."

After the meal, the siblings strolled along the beach. Chen Tongtong affectionately held Chen Fan's arm, her delicate little face full of grievance.

"Brother, can I stop going to school? I'll just stay on the island and keep you company." She tilted her little face up, whispering coquettishly.

"No."

Chen Fan flicked his finger, gently scraping the tip of her nose. His tone was gentle but carried an unquestionable firmness.

Humans are social creatures; only by integrating into the world can one broaden their horizons and enrich their mind. He did not want to trap his sister on this island forever.

"But they are really so annoying."

Chen Tongtong was already beautiful enough to topple cities, and with the added status of being Chen Fan's own sister, she came with a princess halo; wherever she went, she was the focus of countless youths' gazes.

"I will have Guifuzi go and warn their elders." Chen Fan raised his hand and gently ruffled her hair.

Chen Tongtong lowered her eyes, silently following Chen Fan for a few steps, then suddenly stopped, her mood slightly low:

"Brother, I miss Sister Yanran... I don't know where Sister Yanran is now."

Chen Fan's footsteps paused, and a rare trace of solemnity flashed across his face.

Over these years, it was not as if he hadn't searched for Wang Yanran.

With his current mental power, he could cover every inch of land on Blue Star, yet Wang Yanran was as if she had evaporated from the world; not a single trace could be found.

He sighed softly and called out aloud:

"Guifuzi."

"Master, your orders!"

An old and respectful voice arrived in response. Guifuzi bowed and saluted, his awe of Chen Fan deep in his bones.

"I remember you still have one chance left to divine the heavenly secrets." Chen Fan's gaze was calm. "I want you to help me find someone."

"Master, just say the word!" Guifuzi did not hesitate in the slightest.

In his life, he only had two qualifications to divine heavenly secrets. The first was forced by a Three-Eyed Blue Blood Race Martial Saint, used to deduce a way for the tribe to avoid disaster.

Now only the last one remained, but in his heart, he was very willing to be able to help Chen Fan.

Guifuzi revealed his true form, the Turtle Spirit True Body. On his ancient back shell, primordial runes flowed and shone, mysterious and unfathomable.

He closed his eyes and focused, pushing his divination of heavenly secrets to the limit.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense...

A full hour passed before Guifuzi slowly opened his eyes. His aura was withered and his face pale; clearly, the consumption was immense.

"Master, your subordinate has deduced that between Miss Wang and you, and the Ghost Race, there is an unbreakable karmic fate entwined."

His voice trembled slightly. "If you want to find Miss Wang's whereabouts, perhaps... you must personally make a trip to the Ghost Race."

"The Ghost Race..."

Chen Fan muttered to himself, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He had originally wanted to protect this hard-won peace, but since it concerned Wang Yanran, even if there were mountains of blades and seas of fire or the abyss of the netherworld ahead, he would have to make the trip.

"Guifuzi, pass the order to Martial Saint Ye to come see me immediately!"

As Chen Fan's voice fell, it carried an irresistible majesty.

"Yes, Master!"

Guifuzi bowed and retreated.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Wentian stepped through the air and descended onto the island.

"Lord God King!"

He bowed and saluted, his posture extremely respectful.

Five years of time had long since smoothed over the identity barriers of the past.

Although Chen Fan was once his disciple, his current realm, strength, and status were already worlds apart.

As a God King realm expert crowned by heaven and earth, he naturally had to treat him with the highest courtesy.

However, Chen Fan stepped aside to avoid it and spoke with a smile:

"Master, there is no need for such empty formalities between us."

He went straight to the point, his tone steady. "I intend to go to the Ghost Sea, and my return date is uncertain. During this time, I leave Blue Star to you to hold down."

"You are going to the Ghost Sea?" Ye Wentian's expression changed, full of shock.

"Yes." Chen Fan nodded. "There is someone extremely important to me whom I must retrieve."

He paused and added, "I will leave Guifuzi, the Thunder-Shocking Beast, and the others behind to help you guard Blue Star."

"Yes!"

Ye Wentian nodded heavily. Although he was shocked, he had no intention of stopping him.

Chen Fan's decision was the law of heaven and earth; he would only obey, not question.

Three days later, all arrangements were completed.

Chen Fan stood in the void, raised his hand, and waved. The Primordial Space Dao Rule erupted, directly tearing open a pitch-black passage leading to another dimension.

His figure flashed as he stepped into it, and in an instant, he had descended upon that forbidden land of death—the Ghost Sea.

Gray mist filled the world, deathly silent, with cold winds howling.

Yet, stepping foot here again, Chen Fan's state of mind was no longer what it used to be.

He did not rashly venture deep; the Ghost King was also a God King-level existence and could not be underestimated.

"Chen Fan of the Human Race is here to request the Ghost King to appear and meet!"

Chen Fan's voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap from the nine heavens, exploding over the entire Ghost Sea!

Wherever the vast sound waves passed, the gray mist rolled, giant waves surged, and even the deep abyss of the seabed trembled violently!

"What madman dares to be presumptuous in the Ghost Sea!"

A furious roar resounded through the heavens and earth, and a giant hand covering the sky swiped over, wanting to slap Chen Fan into meat paste directly!

Chen Fan's expression turned cold, and he let out a cold snort.

That massive giant hand shattered inch by inch before him!

At the same time, Chen Fan raised his hand and grabbed into the void. Space twisted violently, and an invisible giant hand suddenly reached out, grabbing the person who had attacked.

He held the other party as if holding a weak little chicken, lifting them forcibly before him.

That person was just an ordinary Martial Saint of the Ghost Race!

"Ghost King, come out!"

Chen Fan spoke again, his voice icy and bone-chilling, his pressure sweeping in all directions.

Yet the entire Ghost Sea was deathly silent; countless ghosts trembled, but not one dared to appear and answer.

"Where is your King?" Chen Fan lowered his head, looking at the terrified Ghost Martial Saint in his hand.

"He... he is not here!" The Martial Saint's voice trembled, his soul flying and guts splitting.

He was an overlord of one side, having ascended to the Martial Saint realm and roaming freely, yet at this moment, he was captured in one move by someone, with no power to resist.

"Not here?" Chen Fan's eyes were indifferent. "Then you can die."

As the words fell, his palm closed slightly.

"Boom—"

That dignified Ghost Martial Saint instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, his soul and spirit destroyed.

Chen Fan lifted his foot and slowly stepped into the sea.

The surging Ghost Sea water automatically parted to both sides, clearing a great path for him!

Primordial Divine Thunder spread wantonly on the seabed. Wherever the thunder light passed, countless low-level ghosts were instantly turned to ashes, not even having time to let out a scream.

He descended all the way, invincible.

Even Chen Fan was a little surprised:

"The Ghost Race, only this much strength? It's too vulnerable."

He swept through everything along the way; the strongest ghosts he encountered were only at the Martial Saint or Half-God level, and he hadn't even seen a second Martial Saint.

It was completely different from the terrifying foundation of the Ghost Race he had imagined.

Before long, Chen Fan had ventured deep into the Ghost seabed.

Deep in the seabed, there was actually a magnificent group of ancient palaces, with jade towers and golden buildings, grand and imposing.

Countless Ghost Race warriors were lined up in formation, their armor strict, their killing intent soaring.

And at the very front of the formation, a figure stood with hands behind their back.

Chen Fan's gaze narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curled into a playful smirk.

He was extremely familiar with this person—

It was none other than one of the masterminds who stirred up the winds and clouds on Blue Star back then, the Beast God!

Seeing this person again, that once unfathomable feeling had vanished completely.

This person was only at the Martial Saint realm and was not the Ghost King.

When the Beast God saw Chen Fan, he was first shocked, then raised his eyes, scanning repeatedly above his head.

When he confirmed that there was no Heaven and Earth Crown above Chen Fan's head, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, when Chen Fan killed a Martial Saint with a flip of his hand, he thought the newcomer was a true God King, so he had been hiding and waiting in full battle array.

After confirming that the other party was not a God King, the wariness in his heart dissipated by more than half.

"Beast God? We meet again." Chen Fan looked at him with a half-smile, his tone flat but carrying an indifference that looked down upon ants. "How do you want to die?"

"Chen Fan! Your strength is indeed formidable, but this is not a place where you can run wild!" The Beast God shouted sternly, his words fierce but his heart cowardly.

He stared at Chen Fan and suddenly revealed a sneer. "Chen Fan, do you know how terrifying a true God King is?"

"Could it be that you are a God King?" Chen Fan chuckled, his tone indifferent.

"I am naturally not!" The Beast God said righteously. "But our tribe's leader is a genuine God King realm expert!"

"Oh."

Chen Fan responded indifferently, as if he had heard an insignificant trifle, then said faintly:

"Since that's the case, invite him out. Old grudges can be settled together today."

"The leader is not here!" the Beast God shouted.

"Not here?" Chen Fan's eyes turned cold. "Then what is the point of your nonsense?"

"Hmph! Although the leader is not here, his supreme battle weapon is!"

The Beast God let out a sudden roar, his face ferocious.

"Chen Fan, die!"

Before the words had faded, a nine-story ancient pagoda appeared in the void. The pagoda body was inscribed with primordial runes, suppressing the heavens, carrying the power to destroy the world, descending from the sky and suppressing Chen Fan directly!