2899: C2899 Fear

C2899 Fear

Other than the origin of the god race, there was also the creation plan. Meng Fan saw the most important thing, the god race's plan for the future.

The establishment of the God Realm, the continuous climb towards the higher Dimension, and finally the attainment of the Source of the Heavens, the control of the Heavenly Dao, and the replacement of the Heavenly Dao, all these plans were predicted by Meng Fan.

However, there were still some plans that were worthy of Meng Fan's attention.

For example, in the newly established God Realm, the several great Deities Temples all had a common goal — — Kill Meng Fan!

There were twenty-two divine halls in the God Realm, and each of them had a leader. These divine halls all had a clear mission and plan for the future, but no matter what their plans and missions were, they all had one rule: they had to find the opportunity to kill Meng Fan.

In those short words, Meng Fan frowned. Then, the corner of his mouth rose, revealing a sneer. He clearly felt the emotions the god race had towards him.

That was, fear.

It was not that the god race had broken free from the Heavenly Dao's restraints, but that they had become free because the Heavenly Dao's power had weakened.

However, the god race was the same as Creation God. In their eyes, the current Meng Fan was equal to the Heavenly Dao.

Whether it was the god race or Creation God, they were both weak in front of Meng Fan. Meng Fan was the Heavenly Dao, and Meng Fan was the nemesis of the god race and Creation God!

When Meng Fan was facing the three empires in Jiancheng Pass, the leader of the God Tribe's War God Shrine immediately suggested to send at least six leaders to the Jiancheng Pass to help the three empires kill Meng Fan unconditionally.

What was even more surprising was that all the leaders of the god race, including the Divine Emperor, and even the people from the several great halls had agreed!

After the Heavenly Dao weakened, the god race obtained a breather. This opportunity did not come easy, and even made many god race leaders shed tears, from this, it could be seen that Meng Fan, who gradually replaced the Heavenly Dao as the leader, was a sharp blade stabbed into their chests, an existence that they could not tolerate.

There was hatred and all kinds of emotions. Even though none of the God Tribes said anything, in their hearts, they still feared Meng Fan the most.

They were too afraid of Meng Fan's rise.

Therefore, at that time, everyone in the God Nation had reached an agreement. There were even six god race leaders leading more than thirty god race experts, preparing to set off and rush to the Jiancheng Pass.

However, everything within the Jiancheng Pass ended too quickly. From the moment Meng Fan and Patriarch of Kylin stepped into the Jiancheng Pass, it was only a few days before the three empires completely withdrew from the Jiancheng Pass.

After the Dragon Emperor was forced back by Meng Fan and the news of Meng Fan stepping into the Celestial King of the Six Tribulations during the battle spread to the Divine Kingdom, the grand expedition led by six leaders died this time.

The expedition had already ended before it had even begun.

The Divine Emperor had personally ordered the termination.

The Divine Emperor didn't say it, but many god clans were clear that when Meng Fan stepped into the Celestial King of the Six Tribulations realm, even the supreme leaders of the god race, Celestial King of Seven Turbulences and Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts, wouldn't necessarily be able to gain the upper hand if they were to personally fight Meng Fan.

After that, the God Clan began to carry out a new plan to prevent any individual God Tribes from facing Meng Fan, as well as Heavenly Court of the Future from facing off against each other. They wanted to control the development of Heavenly Court of the Future from all sides, to delay Meng Fan's rise to power, and at the same time, set up a trap that could directly kill Meng Fan.

However, Meng Fan did not know what the traps and plans were. He could not find any useful information in the library.

After reading everything that he needed to see, Meng Fan thought for a while, and immediately, all of the information that he had read, all of the vast information, was deeply engraved in his mind, and was about to be brought back to Heavenly Court of the Future.

This information, was extremely valuable. Not only could it complement the ancient comprehension, it also had the power to change the entire primal chaos of the universe!

Especially the weakness of the god race, they were all known by Meng Fan. He also had a certain understanding of their future plans. These were all too precious.

As Meng Fan slowly absorbed all the knowledge within the library into his mind, suddenly, his soul felt a trace of pain.

After the pain appeared, he immediately stopped absorbing the massive amount of knowledge and stopped.

However, the pain didn't disappear. Instead, it became more and more severe. In just a few short breaths, the pain reached an unbearable level for Meng Fan!

Meng Fan's realm and physical body being penetrated, he could remain calm, be bathed in blood, and still stand proudly. At this moment, this kind of pain made him instinctively curl up his body, and he couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hands. He had to grit his teeth in order not to cry out in pain!

This was the pain of his soul.0

A serious mental injury.

This kind of heavy blow came very suddenly, and Meng Fan didn't expect it at all. At the beginning, Meng Fan thought that this was because the history of the God race was too vast, unveiling the history and development of the whole universe, opening up his field of vision, expanding his mind, and this kind of expansion and expansion was unbearable to him.

However, Meng Fan soon found out that his understanding was wrong. Before he devoured the god race's knowledge, Meng Fan had already estimated himself.

He did not understand where this pain, and even the fact that his soul showed signs of being split apart, originated from.

He felt every thought, hundreds of thousands of thoughts in his soul begin to expand and grow at this moment. Every thought became independent, and could be described as "soaring through the sky" or "mind-boggling". Every thought was independently thinking, swallowing up different knowledge, splitting Meng Fan's memory, thinking, and even wanting to fly away from him!

"Why …"

Meng Fan squeezed out a hoarse question from between his teeth.

"Do you think that the knowledge of God is something that mortals can plunder?"

A distant voice came from the darkness of the library.

One could only describe it with the word 'vicissitudes of life'.

This sound did not seem to come from a hidden space, but rather from a distant time point, a sea of dried up rocks, and a vast expanse of fertile land.

It came from the primal chaos, from the end of time.

It came from the beginning of all things.

Meng Fan turned his face to the side. His gaze penetrated through the small space node he was hiding in and landed on the abyss of the library.

"Minor Heavenly Tao, Meng Fan."

That old voice was full of ridicule.

From the depths of the library, an old man walked out.

This old man was just like the other old deities in the library. He looked exactly the same, his entire body was emitting a strong aura of decay, as if he was about to turn into a cloud of smoke and scatter across the world at any time.

However, he caused Meng Fan to feel an indescribable fear.

That was a very pure and simple fear brought about by a powerful being!

The old man wore a simple black robe and carried a white jade walking stick in his right hand. He tapped the ground as he walked out from the depths of the cave.

Meng Fan's vision was already blurry from the intense pain, but he could still clearly feel this old man that was as haggard as a bamboo pole propping up his fat clothes and releasing a pressure that far surpassed the Dragon Emperor's!

"Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts? No... "It's not …" Meng Fan painfully muttered. Who are you... "Who are you …"

"You think the god race is the tattoo on your palm, can you see them clearly?" "Yes." The old man's gaze was firm. Do you think that Celestial Emperor of Ten Thousand Arts is the highest ranked among the god race? Do you think that the most powerful member of the god race is Celestial King of Seven Turbulences!? "

The old man did not say a word before taking a step forward. His walking stick struck the cave, creating dazzling sparks.

"In the god race's library, every book, and every character, there is the power of a divine spark. With the god race's imprint, if you devour them, your soul will not be able to withstand it and will only collapse. Or, you will split your soul into many pieces and become Meng Fan. Minor Heavenly Tao, you are finished. You will die here!

It's already been two hundred million years since I achieved Celestial King of Eight Tribulations, because I was exposed to the Heavenly Dao s one after the other, I have already aged, and Lin Hong Hua was not far away, my power was not even enough to reach fifty percent of my Heyday. Although this power is enough to suppress any one of the Celestial King of the Six Tribulations, even if you are facing the splitting of the soul right now, after all, Heavenly Dao techniques that control the highest levels, which are able to restrain the divine race, I still do not have the confidence to suppress you, and defeat you.

However, it doesn't matter. I will use my death to divide your soul and lend a helping hand. For the God Clan, I will eradicate the greatest disaster! "

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