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Yang Pan was also experiencing the great battle, which was unprecedented in 100,000 years. The divine sense of the future Lord was constantly fluctuating, deducing the identities of the two sides and their supernatural powers.

Although Yang Pan is only at the eighth tribulation level, the future master contains the faith power of the entire Great Qian Dynasty and is in harmony with the human destiny of the Great Thousand World. His strength and foundation are no less than those of ordinary ninth tribulation experts.

However, due to Yang Pan's own limitations, the future master could not unleash his full power, but it was still the most superior skill in the world for deduce cultivation techniques.

At least in this instant, even the gains of peak Ninth Tribulation experts like Meng Shenji and Xu Wuyi were far less than those of Yang Pan.

Deep within Yang Pan's brow, the future master sat peacefully, his nine eyes all open, the phantom image of the Creation Boat above his head, and the aura behind him constantly changing, rippling out circles of mysterious waves.

The Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty was also completely immersed in this enlightenment, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. He exuded a great sense of freedom and joy, as if he had attained enlightenment and understood the profound meaning.

Yang Pan had a premonition that as long as these two powerful Yang Gods fought for a while longer, he would surely be able to comprehend the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, understand the cycle of origin, and accumulate enough power to overcome the Nine Tribulations in one fell swoop without any period of weakness.

When that time comes, he will truly have the confidence to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xu Yi and Meng Shenji, forming a tripartite balance of power.

Xu Yi and Meng Shenji also sensed this aura, but they tacitly refrained from interrupting it.

Xu Yi believes that in the current situation, Yang Pan becoming stronger would actually make it easier for him to stabilize Meng Shenji and achieve better cooperation.

At least for now, Xu Yi, a large and powerful company, sincerely hopes to cooperate with the other two parties to overcome the difficulties together.

Meng Shenji didn't care at all. To him, no matter how strong Yang Pan was, he was not the true master of the Creation Ship. On the contrary, Hong Xuanji, who had remained silent all along, was his true opponent.

Moreover, compared to the unprecedented battle of the Yang Gods, what is Yang Pan?
But just as Yang Pan had grasped that glimmer of opportunity and was about to step into it, the Ship of Creation, which he had always guided and which he had worked so well with, suddenly trembled slightly.

Before Yang Pan could react, this king of divine artifacts, which was intertwined with his life, had completely vanished from his soul and disappeared without a trace.

The entire process was extremely brief and happened incredibly smoothly. Yang Pan not only failed to stop it, but he didn't even realize the fact until the Creation Ship had completely departed.

Immediately afterwards, the usually wise and composed Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, who seemed to have everything under control and could not be defeated by any setback, suddenly let out a shrill scream, losing all his composure.

Although the Lord of the Future is powerful, he is, after all, merely a creation of the Scripture of No Birth in the Future. Without the blessing of the faith of all living beings, he would certainly not have such power.

The "Boat of Creation" is the greatest foundation for Yang Pan to become the eternal protagonist and even cross to the other shore; it can even be said to be the root of his life's achievements.

Upon hearing this howl, Xu Yi's eyes flickered.

From the perspective of the leader of the Central World, although he wanted to cooperate with Yang Pan and others, it had to be based on the premise that the two sides were of equal strength.

Now... well, times have changed.

Meng Wuhen and the other eight ministers moved slightly, forming a subtle encirclement.

Even Meng Shenji, who had been standing idly by, was surrounded by the powerful figures of the Central World. Even though there were no magical fluctuations yet, the atmosphere was already tense and extremely dangerous.

Although they didn't know what had happened to Yang Pan, they all realized that now was the best time to take advantage of his misfortune.

Hong Xuanji then stood up, but instead of looking at the powerful figures from the Central World who were lying in ambush, he looked at Yang Pan, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said in a deep voice, just like a courtier in a traditional court audience:
"Your Majesty need not be alarmed. This is the summons from the Creator, not a change in the Creation Ship."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Yang Pan was even more surprised:

"The Creator Master is still alive?!"

His voice rose uncontrollably at the end, and even with Yang Pan's composure, it was difficult to control his emotions amidst such dramatic ups and downs, and he couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy.

Xu Yi frowned, Meng Wuhen remained silent in thought, and the other eight ministers were even more cautious, not daring to make the slightest move.

Although the Creator Daoist did not appear in person, those four words alone were enough to suppress all ages.

After all, he was a supreme powerhouse whom even the Longevity Emperor had to be wary of, and he firmly ranked second among all the Yang God powerhouses throughout history.

Now that the Daoist of Creation has been revived, doesn't that mean Hong Xuanji and the others have gained another powerful backer?

No one doubted Hong Xuanji's words, after all, they had not noticed any unusual activity. Who else but the Daoist of Creation could take away the "Boat of Creation" so silently?

I'm afraid even the Emperor of Immortality couldn't do that.

Xu Yi thought even further ahead.

Since the Creation Daoist has been revived, doesn't that mean that what I thought earlier was indeed correct? The Primordial Yang God will return to the world, intervene in the torrent of humanity, and compete for this only chance to transcend.
Thinking of this, Xu Yi's expression became even more solemn.

After all, their ancestor Pan Huang has truly passed away and has no chance of returning, while the Longevity Emperor, though alive, probably will not interfere in worldly disputes.

With the current strength of the Central World, if they unite, dealing with one or two Yang Gods shouldn't be a big problem. But if the opponent is the Daoist of Creation, or even more Yang Gods, then there is absolutely no chance of victory.

Thinking of this, Xu Yi's gaze towards Hong Xuanji changed again.

Yang Pan also realized this, and composed himself, gradually calming down. Hong Xuanji then added at the opportune moment:
"Since the Ancestral Master has borrowed the divine artifact, he will surely suppress the enemy soon. Your Majesty, please wait a moment."

Before the words were finished, everyone sensed an immense and terrifying pressure emanating from the very edge of their divine senses, reaching far and wide, as if it had already permeated the entire universe.

Without a doubt, this is the aura of the Daoist of Creation.

Even powerful figures like Meng Wuhen could no longer maintain their composure, their expressions changing drastically. The eight ministers even summoned their natal magic weapons, as if trying to preserve that last shred of security.

Although Xu Yi was slightly better, his expression was still solemn.

He was now certain that even if the Immortal God King were to revive, or even return to his prime, he would still be no match for the Creation Daoist.

This second-best person in history is still so powerful!

However, despite their different thoughts, everyone agreed on one thing—since the Creation Daoist had already unleashed the "Creation Boat," then apart from the Longevity Emperor, no one in the world could withstand it.

The outcome of this great battle would thus be decided. But at that very moment, the aura that encompassed the entire world and permeated the universe suddenly vanished.

The crowd's divine senses captured one strange phenomenon after another: planetary deflection, the shifting of the sun and moon, and the disruption of fundamental laws...

What level of confrontation is this?!
Just as everyone's minds were wavering, another moment passed, and these tremors suddenly subsided. No more energy came from the end of the universe, as if the great battle had ended.

However, Yang Pan's "Boat of Creation" never returned.

What does this mean?
Everyone present was a top expert in the material world, but they were still far from being able to predict the outcome of the battle for the Yang God.

Moreover, among them is the Daoist of Creation, a god among gods, the pinnacle of pinnacles?!

After waiting a while longer, that domineering and arrogant aura reappeared in the universe.

This time, even those who were not Ninth Tribulation experts, but even those who were only Seventh Tribulation Creators or peak Human Immortals, could feel this even more powerful aura.

Does this mean that the Creator has already won?

The same thought crossed everyone's mind, but only Hong Xuanji felt something was wrong. He frowned slightly, pounding his fist against his palm, his mind uneasy.

Although he was a pure human immortal and had never cultivated the path of ghost immortals, he was still the most knowledgeable about the Dao of Creation in the world, and naturally he was able to detect the subtle disharmony in the two instances of energy.

The second burst of energy was less a sign of being stronger, and more a sign that it had completely dispersed?
Is it possible?
While Hong Xuanji was still pondering, her vision suddenly blurred, and a very familiar figure appeared before her.

This person had a calm face and fluttering robes, but his aura was filled with many discordant elements, as if he had made every possible mistake, big or small, on the path of cultivation.

For such a person, let alone becoming a strong person, it would be a miracle if they could even survive for a second.

However, his aura was terrifyingly powerful, but it was firmly sealed by another force and constantly worn away, as if a boundless, pure, and wondrous Dharma realm was bestowed upon him.

Even so, wisps of energy still continuously seep out of the Dharma Realm and into the material universe.

The void world where everyone is now is left behind by Pan Huang. Even when they were refining the Origin War Fortress here, they never leaked any aura, so it was unknown to gods and ghosts.

According to Xu Yi and the others' calculations, even if Yang Shen personally takes action, with the assistance of Pan Huang's divine sense, this void world will be as solid as a rock within at least five or six moves.

But now it was just a tiny wisp of energy, yet it was an unbearable weight for the legacy of the Pan Emperor. It immediately disintegrated and shattered, revealing the dark and deep boundless void beyond the boundary.

At that moment, the crowd's consciousness did not even fluctuate violently in response. Instead, they were so shocked that they fell into a passive state, as if their thoughts had been suppressed to the deepest corner of their souls, making it difficult for them to function normally.

Upon seeing this person, Xu Yi, Yang Pan, and even Meng Shenji, who had remained completely calm, all had their pupils widen in disbelief.

They had all fought against Xu Xing before, so they naturally recognized the appearance of this Heavenly Demon, but the three of them never imagined that he would be so powerful!
Such an aura, even compared to those legendary supreme experts who have shattered the vacuum and attained the dual realms of Yang God, is probably not far off, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

Is this due to some kind of divine artifact, or has this person truly reached such a level?!

Hong Xuanji glanced at it, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Because he sensed an unprecedented attraction from Xu Xing, which was the aura of the Creation Ship!
However, the Ark of Creation, which had previously intended to be placed in Hong Xuanji's hands, is now attracting Hong Xuanji, causing him to abandon his flesh and blood and fist intent, and merge into Xu Xing's body.

The "Ark of Creation" was, after all, the king of divine artifacts created to cross the sea of ​​suffering. Now that the Daoist of Creation is dead and it has witnessed Xu Xing's methods, it is completely devoted to him and even couldn't help but try to recruit Hong Xuanji into its ranks.

Because in its view, this is the right way to reach the other side.

Hong Xuanji did not think this was the right path; on the contrary, she felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

He clenched his fists tightly, his blood rushing to his head, his face turning crimson, but he couldn't release any true energy; he could only rage inwardly, with no way to vent his anger.

Xu Xing ignored them, simply looking at Yang Pan and calmly saying:

"Yang Pan, this leader has come to keep the appointment."

Before he finished speaking, he reached out and pulled the future master from Yang Pan's body. He then turned to look at the crowd and nodded, saying:
"You are all very good. It was worth the time for me to come here in person. My disciple Hong Yi has the potential to become a Yang God, but he still needs more training. I am very pleased that you were able to unite."

Facing this group of people, Xu Xing's tone was no longer just calm, but rather gentle to the point of being kind, and his words were quite encouraging.

He walked past Xu Yi, reached out and patted the leader of the Central World on the shoulder, and sighed:
"The Central World has developed well over the years, but you still need more foundation to cultivate to the Yang God realm."

"Those former leaders from the Origin Land are now planning to return to the Great Thousand World. You might as well learn more from them."

Although Xu Yi harbored intense hostility towards Xu Xing, he was still taken aback upon hearing these words, his expression becoming quite complex.

Although the other eight ministers remained expressionless, their minds were clearly racing, and they began to form their own ideas.

Xu Xing saw all of this but had no intention of speaking again. He simply took another step and traversed the endless void, breaking through layers of barriers, and landed in the Cloud Mist Mountain.

For Hong Yi, the powerful figures in the Central World are still somewhat weak. Only if the leaders of the Origin Land could return would they truly be qualified.

However, whether this group will be an asset to the current Central World or a new source of chaos depends on Xu Yi's methods.

If he can truly subdue these former leaders, he should have the confidence to challenge the Yang God realm. Only then will this struggle over the Dao of Change be truly interesting.

Unfortunately, I probably won't be able to see that.

Xu Xing stood atop Cloud Mist Mountain, shook his head, and felt somewhat regretful. For him now, this level of battle was merely a good show.

At this moment, Hong Yi and the others had not even returned from the Nine Abyss Divine Realm. He first put his hands behind his back, observed the feng shui of the place, and then reached out and gently scooped it up.

Hong Yi was controlling the ring, struggling against the turbulent void, when suddenly his vision blurred and he found himself in the Cloud Mist Mountain.

Xu Xing looked at the bewildered crowd and smiled:

"With matters settled here, I will now give a few more instructions and depart for some time. The fate of the world is in your hands." (End of Chapter)