"Chaos Lord".

Fang Han was excited and quickly spoke up.

The seated figure trembled slightly.

"You little rascal, you've finally arrived."

Chaos Lord stood up, and the chaotic space-time around him, which was so chaotic that even a celestial being could lose his way, instantly calmed down and returned to normal.

He looked Fang Han up and down, marveling at him.

"Impressive, Fang Han. It's been a while since I last saw you, and you've actually cultivated to this level. Your aura is even stronger than mine!"

Fang Han looked at the familiar figure in front of him and felt a rare sense of joy.

He laughed and said, "You arrived a while ago?"

"A little earlier than you."

Chaos Heavenly Lord nodded, "I've always liked chaotic places, and this Immortal King Battlefield is practically a paradise tailor-made for me."

He walked over to Fang Han, patted him on the shoulder, and felt the new power within Fang Han's body, which contained the ultimate truth of birth, death, and reincarnation. He was even more surprised.

"It seems you've turned misfortune into a blessing, forging your own path."

Fang Han looked at Chaos Heavenly Monarch.

He could sense that the aura emanating from Chaos Heavenly Lord was much stronger than before.

The chaotic laws surrounding him were no longer simply disorder, but rather, within that disorder, a higher level of order was born, unpredictable and impossible to defend against.

Chaos Lord looked at Fang Han and asked, "What do you plan to do next?"

"Of course, it's to find the Gate to Immortality." Fang Han's eyes sharpened. "As long as I find this legendary treasure, I can possess invincible power and help Qingxue avenge herself!"

The thought of Fang Qingxue dying at Zhao Feng's hands while trying to save him filled Fang Han with rage.

He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, "Feng Baiyu must die! I will annihilate him, so that he may never be reincarnated!"

Chaos Lord offered no words of comfort.

The path of cultivation is inherently defying the heavens, a path of swift retribution and vengeance.

If one can even let go of deep-seated hatred, then what's the point of cultivating the Tao or becoming an immortal?

"Let's go. I know a bit about this Immortal King Battlefield."

Chaos Lord waved his hand, and the chaotic space-time ahead automatically parted to create a path. "This place is very strange. It's full of treasures, but also full of death. Follow me, and you'll save yourself a lot of trouble."

Fang Han held the Creation Compass, its pointer steadily pointing to a core location on the battlefield.

The two transformed into streaks of light and sped towards the depths of the battlefield.

The Immortal King Battlefield is vast and boundless, and the solidity of its laws far surpasses that of the outside world.

Here.

Even for the Heavenly Emperor, the speed of flight is greatly limited.

Along the way, they encountered several more waves of skeletal guardians, some of whom were terrifying beings with cultivation levels comparable to ten Chaos Eras.

But under Fang Han's Epochal Divine Fist, they were all just a punch.

Any being that is locked onto by his fist intent will be forcibly pulled into the cycle of birth and death of an era, from birth to destruction, and finally turn into the most primitive particles, leaving not even a trace.

Chaos Heavenly Lord was secretly alarmed.

Fang Han's boxing style has transcended the realm of "technique" and truly touched upon the origin of "Tao".

This is a kind of domineering "reason" that is beyond arguing and beyond resistance.

Just as the two were passing through a meteorite belt filled with countless fragments of divine artifacts, Chaos Heavenly Lord suddenly stopped.

Fang Han also stopped.

His divine sense spread out and he immediately sensed two powerful and unfamiliar auras in an area shrouded in dense divine light ahead.

Each of those two auras was equivalent to no less than ten Chaos Eras.

It was filled with a sense of holiness, majesty, and judgment over all things.

"It's the aura of a god."

Chaos Heavenly Lord explained, "Among the myriad races of the Heavenly Realm, the Immortal Race is the most revered, but the Divine Race has always been dissatisfied, forming its own realm and standing in opposition to the Heavenly Court, making them the Heavenly Court's mortal enemies. Leading them are two top powerhouses of the Divine Race, Heavenly Consort Umo and Indra."

Fang Han's eyes flickered.

The Heavenly Court's mortal enemy?

He has now received the inheritance of three Celestial Kings: Creation, Origin, and Truth, making him half a member of the Heavenly Court.

Then the gods are the enemy.

The two concealed their presence and quietly approached each other.

In the center of the area shrouded in divine light, a nine-colored lotus flower floated.

The lotus flower exuded a rich aura of creation, clearly indicating that it was an extraordinary treasure.

Beside the lotus flower stood a man and a woman.

The woman was alluring and naturally charming; every smile and frown possessed a captivating allure. She was none other than the Heavenly Consort Umo.

The man was dressed in golden divine armor, with a majestic face, and held a divine staff surrounded by lightning. He looked like an ancient god-king who wielded divine punishment, and was none other than Indra.

They seemed to be working together to refine the nine-colored lotus, but the laws and restrictions surrounding the lotus were extremely powerful, making it difficult for the two of them to succeed for the time being.

“Umo, this ‘Nine-Colored Divine Lotus’ is a divine object born from chaos. If we can refine it, our cultivation will definitely advance further, and we might even break through to fifteen chaotic eras in one fell swoop!” Emperor Shitian’s voice was loud and full of confidence.

Tianfei Wumo chuckled, "Of course! Once we've refined this treasure, we'll go find the Gate of Immortality. At that time, overthrowing the Heavenly Court will be just around the corner!"

Just then.

Di Shitian's expression hardened, and he abruptly turned his head, pointing the Thunder God's Staff in his hand in the direction where Fang Han and the other person were.

"Who's lurking around there! Come out!"

With a loud shout, lightning exploded.

Chaos Heavenly Lord and Fang Han's figures appeared.

"People from Heaven?" Heavenly Consort Wumo raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You're really something else, choosing the path to Hell over the one that leads to it."

Indra went even further, raising his Thunder God Staff high in the air.

"You lackeys of Heaven, how dare you covet divine objects! Die!"

Boom!

A divine lightning bolt, thicker than a star, tore through the void, carrying the power to purify all evil, and struck down directly at Fang Han!

This attack was enough to severely injure ten ordinary Chaos Era Heavenly Lords on the spot.

"court death!"

A murderous glint flashed in Fang Han's eyes. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward.

He also threw a punch.

Epochal Fist!

On his fist, violent energy surged and dazzling light shone, creating a profound and utterly empty void.

The mighty divine thunder, powerful enough to judge the Heavenly Emperor, vanished silently the moment it touched this void.

Not even a ripple was stirred.

"What?"

Indra's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before he could think further, he saw that the fist had already pierced through the lightning and through space, appearing directly in front of him.

He didn't even have time to react; he only felt an indescribable supreme truth completely enveloping him.

In his perception, time seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

He witnessed his own birth, and saw himself grow from a weak god into a god-king, and then rule the god realm, becoming a god-emperor.

He also saw his own decline, his divine power exhausted, his body decaying, and finally turning into a handful of yellow earth.

An entire era had passed through his soul.

"No!"

Indra let out a scream of extreme terror.

As he broke free from the illusion of reincarnation, Fang Han's fist slammed into his chest.

Bang!

His indestructible divine body shattered inch by inch.

His entire body transformed into a golden streak of light, flying backward and crashing heavily into the distant Bone Mountain Range, his fate unknown.

One punch!

Just one punch!

The mighty God Emperor of the Celestial Realm, Indra, is defeated!

The seductive smile on Tianfei Wumo's face froze completely. "You...who exactly are you?"

To severely injure Indra with a single punch—what terrifying power that must be!

Even the most ancient Heavenly Emperors in the Heavenly Court could not do it!

Fang Han did not answer her, but turned around and walked step by step towards Di Shitian, who was lying in the pile of bones, his divine body almost completely shattered.

"stop!"

Tianfei Wumo realized what was happening and screamed.

A pink ribbon appeared in her hand, embroidered with countless bewitching images of witches.

"The realm of desire, sink into depravity!"

She tossed the ribbon into the air, and it instantly transformed into a pink world, enveloping Fang Han.

In this world, countless alluring witches danced and sang seductive songs, stirring up the most primal desires of all living beings, enough to cause even the Heavenly Emperor's Dao heart to collapse and utterly fall into depravity in an instant.

However, Fang Han only paused for a moment.

"A pearl among grains of rice".

He uttered four words, and a phantom image of the birth and death of an era appeared around him.

Those witches who were powerful enough to make the Heavenly Emperor fall into depravity experienced the entire process from birth to death the moment they approached his body, screaming as they turned into ashes.

The pink world of eroticism shattered before this Daoist rhythm of epochal reincarnation.

As if struck by a heavy blow, Tianfei Wumo spat out a mouthful of blood, her face turning even paler.

Fang Han had already walked up to Di Shitian and was looking down at him.

"Submit, or become part of my Great Epoch."

Fang Han's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Don't...don't even think about it!"

Indra struggled, an indomitable flame burning within his soul, "I am the God Emperor of the Divine Race, how could I submit to the lackeys of the Heavenly Court!"

"very good."

Fang Han nodded.

He reached out and grabbed at Indra in mid-air.

Buzz!

A giant wheel composed of countless life-and-death runes appeared beneath Indra.

That roulette wheel is the embodiment of the Epochal Divine Fist, Fang Han's "Dao," and the "Epochal Divine Array" he created!

"Ahhh!"

Indra let out a shrill scream.

He felt his soul, his origin, and all the laws he had comprehended were being forcibly pulled, broken down, and then reassembled into a completely new order that he did not understand.

His power is being forcibly plundered by Fang Han in an unreasonable manner!

"No! Let me go! I'm willing to submit! I'm willing to submit!"

Indra finally became afraid and frantically begged for mercy.

Death is not scary; what is scary is watching helplessly as everything you own becomes nourishment for others.

But it was too late.

Fang Han's expression was indifferent as he slowly closed his five fingers.

Under the horrified gaze of the Heavenly Consort Umo, Indra's body, along with his divine soul essence, was completely crushed and absorbed by the enormous Epoch Wheel, transforming into an incomparably pure primordial power that merged into Fang Han's body.

Fang Han's aura became even more profound.

He turned his head and looked at the trembling Heavenly Princess Umo.

"And you?"

"thump!"

Heavenly Consort Umo could no longer hold on, her knees buckled and she knelt on the ground. "I...I am willing to submit! I beg the Heavenly Lord to spare my life!"

She offered up her very essence, daring not to resist in the slightest.

Fang Han planted an epochal imprint in her soul, and from then on, her life and death were only a matter of his mind.

After doing all this, Fang Han walked up to the "Nine-Colored Divine Lotus," reached out, and took it into his possession.

While Fang Han displayed his divine power, fighting fiercely in the Immortal King Battlefield.

On the other side of the Immortal King's battlefield, in the void.

A golden divine bridge spanning endless time and space appeared out of thin air.

On the sacred bridge, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, exuding an extraordinary aura.

It was Zhao Feng.

Behind him stood Ye Fan, Hong Yi, Hong Xuanji, Emperor Wushi, Emperor Ruthless, and others, all lined up in a row, each emanating a terrifying aura that could shake the heavens.

They, too, arrived.

Zhao Feng took out the Zhou Tian Yi, a creation artifact similar to a globe, on which billions of images flowed wildly, deducing the secrets of heaven.

A moment later, he raised his head and looked into the deepest part of the Immortal King's battlefield.

"The gate to immortality is about to appear."

His voice was calm, yet it invigorated Ye Fan and the others behind him.

"Fang Han should have arrived by now."

Zhao Feng's gaze seemed to pierce through layers of time and space, and he saw the figure of the God Emperor of the Divine Race who was refining the Divine Race.

Hong Yi spoke, his eyes also reflecting the hexagrams of the I Ching. After a long while, he said, "He has fused the power of the Three Kings and comprehended the Dao of the Epochs. His current strength is probably no less than that of the Heavenly Monarchs of the Sixteen Chaos Epochs."

"So what?"

Ye Fan's fighting spirit soared, and his golden blood energy surged into the sky. "I'll use him to test the Heavenly Emperor Fist and see just how powerful it is!"

Zhao Feng waved his hand, signaling him to calm down, "Fang Han is nothing to worry about."

"When the Gate of Immortality appears, it will spew out endless divine objects from the heavens, including many primordial treasures, treasures of the Primordial Chaos, and even complete artifacts of creation."

"This is the key to our trip."

Zhao Feng's gaze swept over everyone. "Obtaining these divine artifacts and refining and absorbing them will allow the Qin Realm's strength to leap forward."

"At that time, the real battle with the gate to immortality will begin."

He opened his palm, and the phantom images of thirty-three treasures floated in his palm.

"Pass on my orders."

"Using the Tongtian Bridge as a base, we set up the Thirty-Three Heavens Formation to seal off the core of the battlefield."

"When the time is right, we will seize the divine artifact with all our might!"

"yes!"

Ye Fan, Hong Yi, and the others responded in unison.

The next moment.

The bridge to heaven shone brightly, its length stretching infinitely, instantly traversing this shattered star field.

Heaven-Suppressing Ring, Heaven-Covering Wheel, Heaven-Destroying Sword, Heaven-Overlord Blade...

One by one, divine artifacts of creation flew out from Zhao Feng's body, each occupying a position, their auras intertwined, forming an unparalleled array that enveloped the core area of ​​the entire Immortal King Battlefield.

The grand formation activated, unleashing a supreme power of creation that completely isolated this area from the outside world.

From this moment on, not even a Celestial King can peek into what is happening here.

...(End of this chapter)