Chapter 2387 Life and Death on the Front Line, Not Bad

Pan Ran's body had a huge bloody hole, many parts were torn open, the skin and flesh were ripped off, and the white bones were exposed.

His body was riddled with holes, a truly pitiful sight.

His pupils were unfocused and dull.

His soul was sent to the Yellow Springs, wandering in the desolate world of the underworld. His consciousness was trapped, and all he saw were dark, decaying, and gloomy scenes, a journey to the Yellow Springs, yet he could not be reborn.

Follow this desolate and chilling road all the way to the underworld, where you can end this life.

Pan Ran subconsciously walked forward a distance, his Dao heart firm, his consciousness gradually clearing.

When he regained his senses, he found his soul locked in this illusory and oppressive world. He quickly scanned his surroundings several times. In the vast and boundless plains of the underworld, he was all alone, utterly lonely, with no one to confide in.

He knew this was the true essence of Chen Qingyuan's swordsmanship, but he couldn't find a way out.

"If this goes on for too long, the soul will be scattered."

Pan Ran could sense that his soul was being impacted by the sword intent. He could still resist it for now, but he couldn't hold on for long.

He was indeed not afraid of death, but there was still a glimmer of hope, and he should not give up.

More importantly, Pan Ran discovered something in this unique world of sword intent.

A ray of dawn, very faint.

That was the path to the pinnacle of imperial power that he had been searching for for many years.

This desolate and cold world of sword intent brought a touch of warmth to Pan Ran, who wondered, "Is he showing me the way?"

If Chen Qingyuan wanted to kill Pan Ran, he could have increased his strength or used a more powerful sword technique. There was no need for him to unleash a sword intent that shared some similarities with Pan Ran's.

"A quasi-emperor cleared the fog from my path, allowing me to see the way to the summit."

Pan Ran's heart trembled a few times.

He's at the late stage of the Emperor's Realm, just one step away from the peak!

Such a top-tier emperor is extremely rare in the long river of history.

However, just when he was confused about the road ahead, a quasi-emperor stepped in to guide him.

In the past, Pan Ran would never have believed it, even if you beat him to death.

Pan Ran originally thought that Chen Qingyuan had broken the common sense and demonstrated strength no less than that of many emperors, which was rare in all of history. It took some effort for him to accept it.

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan used his sword to send Pan Ran to a special sword domain where he could see his true self. This ability was not due to a difference in strength in ordinary circumstances, but rather because their understanding of the Great Dao was on completely different dimensions.

In short, regardless of cultivation level, if we only talk about the understanding of swordsmanship, Chen Qingyuan is standing on the mountaintop, while Pan Ran is at most halfway up the mountain.

The two sides are very different and live in two different worlds.

"Is he really a quasi-emperor?"

Pan Ran was bewildered, unable to believe that Chen Qingyuan could achieve such unparalleled success at the ninth step of the Divine Bridge realm.

Chen Qingyuan's growth rate shocked even the Taiwei Emperor, let alone others.

"The brilliant stars of history pale in comparison to him."

Only at this moment did Pan Ran truly understand Chen Qingyuan's power. Even in the entire universe, he was unique throughout history, unmatched by anyone.

No wonder Lu Hansheng, a sword cultivator, was willing to follow Chen Qingyuan.

Pan Ran couldn't help but ask himself, if Chen Qingyuan had extended an invitation for him to accompany him, would he have any reason to refuse?

"The Way is right ahead."

Knowing the hidden opportunities within this Yellow Springs Sword Domain, Pan Ran stared directly at the countless majestic ancient palaces in front of him, all formed from the ultimate sword essence, appearing and disappearing, mysterious and unpredictable.

There are both opportunities and dangers ahead.

Either you achieve enlightenment, or you vanish into thin air.

We come here to seek the truth, to live even in the face of death!

His soul felt no fear of death; his will was firm and unwavering.

Like a piece of duckweed on a vast ocean, he drifted for many years, weathering numerous storms, and finally saw a vibrant island today.

He wanted to get closer to the island and land on it.

Then walk to the highest peak of the island, stand at the top! Look down upon all living beings!

Whether he succeeds or not depends on Pan Ran's own fate.

......

Near the eerie black mist, Chen Qingyuan stood with his sword drawn, his face expressionless and cold.

On the other side of the battlefield, Pan Ran remained in the posture of holding a sword, his body stiff and his will sinking.

"Whether you live or die depends on your own fate."

Chen Qingyuan glanced at Pan Ran and muttered to himself.

Clang!

He released his right hand, and the Zi Jun Sword entered his body on its own.

With a flick of his sleeve, he wiped away all the residual power of the swordplay that had arisen from the battle. Instantly, the area returned to calm, and the vast void, shattered into pieces, began to repair itself.

Those watching from afar witnessed this scene, their expressions changing in surprise.

"Defeat the enemy with a single sword strike."

Gu Kong, dressed in a black robe, stared intently at Chen Qingyuan's figure, his pupils contracting to a single point, clearly not expecting the battle to end so quickly.

"His growth rate is terrifying."

According to Ji Fushuang's estimation, it would take Chen Qingyuan at least ten rounds to defeat the visitor from beyond the realm.

The reality is quite different, far beyond what we imagine.

Everyone was certain that Pan Ran was no ordinary person; only Ji Fushuang at her peak could compare to him. Yet, this powerful figure was suppressed by Chen Qingyuan with a single sword strike.

Witnessing this scene, everyone was unable to control their expressions, their minds were violently shaken, and they could hardly believe it.

Even An Xiruo, who trusted and knew Chen Qingyuan the most, couldn't help but let a strange look flash in the depths of her starry eyes.

"Once he takes this crucial step, he will surely create an unprecedented golden age!"

If Situ Lin previously thought Chen Qingyuan had a 30% chance of success, now it's at least 50%.

Break the established fundamental laws of the universe and forge a unique path to heaven for yourself.

Chen Qingyuan is getting closer and closer to officially embarking on this path.

Sheathed the sword and returned to her original position.

Continue meditating and slowly move towards your goal.

Chen Qingyuan still possessed a wisp of the Taiwei Emperor's sword intent, which continuously tempered his Dao body, showing no signs of dissipation. Of course, this was also because Chen Qingyuan deliberately left this wisp of sword intent within his body, unwilling to eliminate it.

The atmosphere was tranquil, as if a storm capable of upending the entire universe was brewing.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Chen Qingyuan was surrounded by many imperial rules, and strange scenes appeared from time to time, as if telling his greatness and highlighting his otherworldly charm.

During this time, Pan Ran's body was frozen in that void, his life force fluctuating unstablely, and his aura extremely chaotic. His situation was quite complicated, as if he were jumping back and forth between life and death, and if he were to misstep, he would fall into the abyss of death.

"not bad."

Several days later, Chen Qingyuan caught a glimpse of an unusual ripple from Pan Ran. He opened his eyes, observed it carefully, and muttered to himself.

Several hours later, Pan Ran's body moved slightly.