133: Chapter 133 At the Pinnacle of Immortals, I Stand Alone in the World; With Me, Anlan, There Is Heaven!

A beam of light suddenly descended!

The light came without warning, so fast that even Chu Tianjiao had no time to react. It fell from the sky, instantly enveloping Chu Tianjiao, the Willow Deity, and Qing Di.

"Teacher!"

Xiao Nannan's expression changed drastically, and she flickered toward the light.

But she lunged into thin air.

The light lasted only for a moment before vanishing without a trace along with the three figures.

Xiao Nannan stood frozen on the spot, her outstretched hand still stiff in mid-air.

"Teacher... Senior Willow Deity... Qing Di..."

She murmured, her voice filled with disbelief.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor was also stunned. The hand holding his teacup stopped in mid-air; the tea was warm, but his heart was ice-cold.

What happened?

What was that light?

Why did it take those three away?

In the Undying Mountain, only Xiao Nannan and the Ancient Kirin Emperor remained, standing there in a daze.

The branches and leaves of the ancient tea tree of enlightenment swayed gently, as if nothing had happened.

But those three figures had indeed vanished.

The moment Chu Tianjiao regained consciousness, an unspeakable sense of pressure rushed toward him.

It was the Aura of a Peak Immortal King.

He snapped his eyes open and quickly scanned his surroundings.

This was a battlefield.

The sky was shattered, the earth cracked, and fragments of Laws drifted everywhere in the Void Realm. In the distance, a towering city wall stretched across the horizon, filled with beings who each possessed powerful Auras but now wore expressions of extreme solemnity.

Imperial Pass.

The name flashed through Chu Tianjiao's mind.

He looked in another direction.

There, darkness enveloped heaven and earth. An endless army of darkness stood in formation, their killing intent soaring to the skies. At the very front of the dark army, a figure stood proudly.

It was a middle-aged man with a handsome face and a majestic bearing. Clad in battle armor, he held the phantom of a massive ancient city in his left hand and a war spear in his right, his entire body emitting a surging dark Aura. Just by standing there, he made the entire world tremble.

An Lan.

Peak Immortal King.

Then, he saw another figure.

It was a young man, standing atop a massive bronze cauldron, floating above the Imperial Pass. The cauldron was a dark cyan-black, and from its mouth gushed the Mother Qi of All Things. Every strand was as heavy as a mountain, hanging down and crushing the Void Realm.

The young man's Aura was as vast as the sea; simply by standing there quietly, he caused the entire world to lose its luster.

That was an Aura far exceeding a Peak Immortal King.

Immortal King Titan.

Chu Tianjiao recognized that face.

Ye Fan.

No, it was Xiao Shitou.

Also his Disciple.

An Lan stood in the Void Realm, holding the Original Imperial City in his left hand and the crimson peak spear in his right, his dark Aura surging.

But his eyes were filled with solemnity.

Even a hint of fear.

The strength of the young man standing on the cauldron of all-thing mother qi far exceeded his estimations. That was no Peak Immortal King at all; that was an Immortal King Titan! An existence standing at the Peak of the immortal path's Domain!

No matter how arrogant An Lan was, he knew the gap between himself and a Titan.

It was a chasm.

An insurmountable chasm.

But he could not retreat.

Behind him was the army of the Foreign Realm, and countless eyes were watching him. He was An Lan, the supreme king of the Foreign Realm; he could not show any cowardice.

Moreover, he knew the other party did not dare to strike.

Ye Fan watched him quietly, the cauldron of all-thing mother qi slowly rotating beneath his feet, shedding endless Mother Qi. His pressure wasn't intentionally released, yet simply by standing there, the entire world trembled.

The River of Time manifested in the Void Realm, its waves surging and Time Fragments flying. Within those fragments were scenes of the past and visions of the future, but all were intimidated by that pressure, keeping their distance and not daring to approach.

On the Imperial Pass, countless beings knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

They didn't know who the young man standing on the giant cauldron was, but they knew he was an existence beyond their comprehension.

Only one person was still standing.

It was a youth standing on the wall of the Imperial Pass, staring intently at An Lan. His fists were clenched tight, nails digging deep into his palms as blood dripped through his fingers.

But he did not kneel.

Gritting his teeth, he straightened his back, looking at the figure holding the ancient city and war spear, as well as the figure standing on the giant cauldron like a Heavenly Emperor descending to the mortal world.

Shi Hao.

An Lan took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart. He looked up at Ye Fan, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"You do not dare to strike."

His voice rang out, carrying far across the silent battlefield.

Ye Fan said nothing, only watching him quietly.

An Lan continued, "You come from the future. You understand the rules of the River of Time better than I do. If you strike, the power of Karma will consume you. Your cultivation, your power, everything you are will turn to ash in this world."

His voice grew louder and more arrogant.

"So, you can only watch."

"Watch me slaughter this world, watch me kill those you know, watch me change the trajectory of history."

"And you, you can do nothing!"

Ye Fan's brow furrowed slightly, but he did not speak.

An Lan looked at him, his eyes filled with a manic smile.

"Not satisfied?"

He raised his left hand, the phantom of the massive ancient city slowly rotating in his palm.

"Then come and try!"

His voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap exploding, echoing throughout the world:

"By all means, come and try!"

"Even if I carry the Heavenly Abyss on my back and must support the Original Imperial City with one hand, I, An Lan, remain invincible in this world!"

That Aura was domineering to the extreme.

On the Imperial Pass, countless beings turned pale. Some even collapsed directly to the ground, trembling.

But Ye Fan still watched him quietly, his expression unchanged.

An Lan continued to roar:

"At the Peak of Immortality, Proudly Surveying the World, With Me, An Lan, There is Heaven!"

"crimson peak spear, immortal shield, slaying all Immortal Kings and destroying the Nine Heavens!"

As he finished speaking, his Aura surged to the limit. That power surged wildly, sweeping out in all directions.

But when that power neared Ye Fan, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, vanishing without a trace.

Ye Fan didn't even strike; simply by standing there, he reduced An Lan's attack to nothingness.

An Lan's expression changed.

He finally saw the gap clearly.

That was not an existence he could contend with.

But he didn't believe the other party dared to strike.

"Do it then!" he roared madly. "Try and strike! See if you can kill me faster than the Karma backlash kills you!"

Ye Fan looked at him, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He indeed could strike.

For an Immortal King Titan to kill a Peak Immortal King was but a matter of a flick of the fingers.

But An Lan was right.

If he struck, that terrifying power of Karma would be enough to doom him eternally.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his heart.

Just then—

A voice suddenly rang out.

"Ye Fan."

The voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Ye Fan's whole body jolted.

He snapped his head around, looking toward the source of the voice.

There, a black-haired young man stood quietly.

That face, those eyes, that figure—

Etched deep into his Soul, never to be forgotten.

"Teacher!"

Ye Fan's voice carried an irrepressible excitement.

His figure flickered, instantly vanishing from the spot.

In the next moment, he had already appeared before Chu Tianjiao.