Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Light flared from the Nebulous Divine Token as it shot forward, tearing through the air.

Chen Fan's figure flashed as he followed close behind.

As he moved through the endless white fog, the space ahead suddenly cleared, and a tunnel appeared.

Without any hesitation, he pressed on, following the Nebulous Divine Token.

However, before he could go far, a deep howl echoed nearby.

"Roar!"

A wave of scorching heat rushed toward him.

From around the corner, a fiery-red, withered corpse charged out, wreathed in flickering flames.

Chen Fan sucked in a breath of cold air, as he hadn't expected to encounter a flaming jiangshi.

Strictly speaking, this was a variant of jiangshi, an undead born only in rare, extreme environments.

Such creatures were far more terrifying than their common counterparts.

This fiery jiangshi looked at Chen Fan icily. Its crimson eyes contained an incomparably brutal killing intent, strong enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Suddenly, behind it, a rusted iron sword, clearly ancient, rose into the air.

Clang!

A harsh metallic screech suddenly rang out, as flames coiled around the blade.

Those flames were like fire dragons, prompting the iron sword to slash down.

The flaming iron sword was extremely fast and was before Chen Fan in the blink of an eye.

The Holy Spear of the Sun appeared in Chen Fan's grasp, and he blocked the flaming iron sword's slash.

Clang!

He was pushed two steps back, his hand slightly numb.

"What terrifying strength!" Chen Fan couldn't help but feel shocked.

No matter what kind of person or jiangshi it had once been, once turned into a jiangshi, its physique became monstrously strong.

Meanwhile, the Nebulous Divine Token kept flying ahead.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes. He had no other choice: he had to eliminate the jiangshi quickly.

All of a sudden, a terrifying aura surged out from him, pressing toward the fiery jiangshi with overwhelming momentum.

The Holy Spear of the Sun roared out like a fire dragon, stabbing straight for the jiangshi's head.

Poof, poof, poof!

The spear and the fiery jiangshi's flaming iron sword collided countless times in the blink of an eye, sending sparks flying everywhere with each clash and setting off boundless heat waves.

The jiangshi was formidable. Its power rivaled someone with ninety-nine law threads. Combined with its monstrous physique, even Chen Fan couldn't take it down instantly.

But he was far from ordinary. In no time, he gained the upper hand.

"I'll end this quickly."

Unleashing his full strength, Chen Fan launched a barrage of strikes. Each blow came like a storm.

The jiangshi was forced back again and again, fresh wounds opening across it.

"Die!"

He struck out repeatedly with his spear, as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain. Every thrust drove the creature further back, never giving it a chance to close the gap.

Driven into a rage by its helplessness, the jiangshi thrashed wildly, but it couldn't stop Chen Fan from piercing it over and over again.

Bang!

With a sharp flick, Chen Fan knocked aside the iron sword the jiangshi was using to guard, exposing it completely.

"Right now!"

His gaze turned cold. Having experienced countless battles, his combat instincts had reached a terrifying level.

Chen Fan struck out with the Holy Spear of the Sun in a flash.

Puchi!

The air exploded, and the spear arrived in front of the fiery jiangshi in an instant. It broke through everything and pierced the fiery jiangshi's head.

Chen Fan twisted his hand, and a terrifying force erupted.

Suddenly, the fiery jiangshi's head exploded into pieces.

Chen Fan followed up with a palm strike, turning the fiery jiangshi into powder.

"A bit of a nuisance," he muttered, curling his lips. Catching the iron sword, Chen Fan chased after the Nebulous Divine Token.

He passed by numerous palaces. His divine will spread out, probing them. If he saw something good, he seized it without hesitation.

During this period, he encountered some more withered corpses with varying cultivations.

One had even reached the early Lesser Legendary realm. Taking it down had cost him considerable effort.

He sent another withered corpse flying with a flick of his spear, and his eyes flickered.

Where exactly is the Nebulous Divine Token leading me?

He had a feeling that if he didn't follow it, he might miss something critical.

He flew past more palaces, ancient structures, and mountain peaks, collecting numerous treasures, though he had to leave just as many behind.

Eventually, he arrived before a vast ancient palace.

Suddenly, the palace's doors opened.

Creak!

After a brief pause, Chen Fan stepped inside.

In the center of the palace was a circular altar with countless complex formation patterns, forming a large formation. Runes pulsed faintly as white light flowed through them like living lightning.

A light blue crystal ball with a diameter of slightly more than two meters was suspended in the sky above the formation. White lightning-like strands of energy converged toward it, crackling faintly.

Inside the crystal, a faint grey silhouette sat cross-legged.

That grey silhouette was blurry and indistinct; only the vague outline of a middle-aged man could be made out.

Suddenly, this silhouette opened his eyes.

Swish.

A low, hoarse voice echoed through the palace, aged and filled with ancient weariness. Chen Fan's hair stood on end.

"After three thousand years, finally... someone has come."

Light flared. The silhouette inside the crystal ball appeared atop the altar.

However, Chen Fan didn't feel any powerful aura from that figure, as if he were an ordinary man.

Chen Fan didn't dare to relax in the slightest, however. He even stopped breathing, feeling all his muscles tense up.

No one could remain calm before something like this.

"No need to be nervous, little friend."

As if the silhouette could see Chen Fan's nervousness, he smiled and said, "I'm just a dead man. What you see is nothing more than a remnant will I left behind long ago."

"A remnant will?" Chen Fan did not let his guard down. He carefully looked at the other party and asked, "You are?"

For a will to endure three thousand years in the ruins of the Nebulous Divine Palace, this man's cultivation in life must have been monstrous.

"Me?" The silhouette smiled and said, "Gu Tianxing, master of the Nebulous Divine Palace."