Chapter 1545

Chapter 1545: The Despairing Holy Lord

The overwhelming power of the supreme law began to erode Xu Gang and the others.

“There’s still the seventh transformation; don’t give up!”

Another surge of supreme energy healed everyone, and a spatial gate opened, revealing Li Xingci stepping through.

In the Nameless Chaotic Mist Area, within a barren land, a small snake with a black head, white tail, and a body of three intertwined colors emerged from a piece of chaotic spirit ore.

The snake gazed at the unrefined material in the distance, flicking its tongue as if savoring the air.

It lay quietly on the chaotic spirit ore, gently guiding it toward the Unrefined Chaotic Area.

As the ore drifted closer to the Unrefined Chaotic Area, the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes, whose heart had remained unshaken for eons, felt it begin to race.

Suddenly, a pair of massive hands appeared, grabbing the chaotic spirit ore.

At the same time, several supreme laws sealed off the surrounding area.

Realizing it had been discovered, the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes shed its disguise and revealed its true form, glaring at Xu Gang and the others.

“Human race, we have no quarrel. Spare me, and I’ll offer you something better. The demon gold Holy Lord of our Chaotic Mist Area was severely injured in a recent battle with your kind. I know where he’s hiding.”

The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes spoke confidently, unafraid of the group before it.

However, the presence of the mysterious Chaotic Great Saint behind them filled the Holy Lord with unease.

“Let’s fight. Compared to that injured Holy Lord, you seem like an easier target,” Xu Gang said, his voice laced with a faint killing intent.

The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes ignored Xu Gang, instead looking upward into the Chaotic Mist Area.

“Will you show yourself? We don’t need to fight to the death.”

“It’s not time for negotiations. Keep fighting.”

“Besides, you’re not worthy to speak with me yet.”

Xu Fan’s calm voice echoed through the Chaotic Mist Area.

Hearing this, the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes erupted in fury.

“You insignificant ants!”

The battle resumed, but this time, the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes avoided direct confrontation, opting for a strategy of delay.

The struggle dragged on for fifty thousand years, ending only when the Holy Lord, in a final act of defiance, self-destructed with a roar of unwillingness.

A wave of supreme energy, warm as spring, flowed into the combatants, restoring them to their peak condition.

In the heart of the Nameless Chaotic Mist Area, a spatial Primordial Supreme Treasure suddenly broke through space, speeding toward the Unrefined Chaotic Area.

Just before it could enter, several supreme laws sealed the area.

“A spatial Primordial Supreme Treasure! This is a huge win!” Xu Gang exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes reappeared, its gaze fixed on Xu Gang and the others.

Without a word, the two sides clashed once more.

This time, the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes stuck to his delaying tactics, occasionally striking back and dealing heavy blows to Xu Gang and his companions. Over the course of sixty thousand years of fighting, the Three Insects and Xiong Li were sent back to the reincarnation pool. As the battle concluded, everyone felt a profound weariness in their souls.

“We’re all exhausted. Should we take a break?” Xu Fan’s voice echoed. Just as they were about to agree, Xu Fan spoke again. “If the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes enters the Unrefined Chaotic Area, I won’t be able to track him through causality anymore.” Hearing this, a wave of despair washed over everyone.

At that moment, a teleportation portal opened, and the Three Insects and Xiong Li reappeared. “Master, let’s keep going,” the group said through gritted teeth. “That’s the spirit!”

In the Nameless Chaotic Mist Area, near the chaotic center, a small beast with four ears emerged. It gazed toward the distant Chaotic Mist Area with a complex expression. Sure enough, not long after, several supreme laws sealed off the surrounding region, and Xu Gang and the others reappeared. A snow-white little beast stood on a floating rock, staring hopelessly at Xu Gang’s group.

“Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes, keep fighting!” Xu Gang’s cold voice rang out. “Just kill me already; I’m done playing!” The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes shifted into his true form and sprawled out in the Chaotic Mist Area, as if resigned to his fate. “You humans invaded this Chaotic Mist Area. Other Holy Lords have entire clans threatening you, but you’re fixated on hunting me down like I’m some lone snake. Logically, someone like me poses the least threat to your human race. We could even work together in the future. But you stubborn fools won’t give me a way out. Fine, just kill me. Let me tell you, the next time I revive, it won’t be in this Chaotic Mist Area. Go ahead and finish me off; I’ll be free of you then,” the Holy Lord said.

This left Xu Gang and the others utterly baffled. Then, one of them charged at the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes. After a hundred thousand years, Xu Gang and the others had already killed the Holy Lord seven times. One more death would trigger his final transformation. But Xu Gang and his companions were also at their limit. The overwhelming fatigue in their souls made them yearn to return to the sect and rest. The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes wasn’t faring well either.

“Come out, you hidden human! I surrender!” the Holy Lord shouted toward the chaotic expanse above. “I used the Primordial Supreme Treasure to shield my causality, yet you still found me. Show yourself and end me quickly so I know how I die.” But Xu Fan remained hidden.

“Fine, I’ll submit and serve you. Can you spare my life?” the Holy Lord pleaded. “Your ninth transformation won’t bring you back to this Chaotic Mist Area, so don’t worry. One more death, and you’ll never see us again,” Xu Gang said, fighting through the strange sensations in his chaotic Holy Soul.

“Bring out the one behind you! I’ll submit! Give me a chance!” the Holy Lord cried in desperation. “I started as a lowly snake and worked my way up, gathering great fortune along the way. I’ll submit and share this fortune with you! Let the one behind you come out. We have no personal grudge—this is just a clash of interests. Please, give me a chance!” The Holy Lord’s voice was raw with emotion.

Xu Fan, watching from the sidelines, remained unmoved. “Master, won’t you show yourself to him?” Xu Gang transmitted a message, unable to hold back. “Why? To give him hope only to crush it? His ninth transformation will take him to another Chaotic Mist Area, and he’ll be reduced to a Chaotic Great Saint. That’ll free up a spot here,” Xu Fan replied lightly. “I understand, Master.”

As the battle raged on, thousands of years later, the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Eyes met his end in despair. A soft sigh echoed through the Nameless Chaotic Mist Area, as if the Will of the Chaotic Mist Area itself mourned his passing. Xu Fan sent a message to Holy Lord Yinyun. “The spot’s open now. Make sure to save it for me.”