The First Cultivator - Changing Existence-Chapter 813: Origin’s Arrival -

Every single Path Creator in the False Immortal realm could take on a Loose Immortal. Some could take on those with even higher cultivations, albeit barely.

Those who astonished the people from the future the most were Ye Li and the Grand Empyrean. Even among these once in lifetime talents, they stood out as the best of the best.

Some were not far from matching up, but those two were the ones of greatest notice.

Among the sects from the future, three stood tall above them all.

One of those three was based on a large scroll. On a building made of ink atop that scroll, an elderly man stood. He was the most ancient existence among those from the future, one with knowledge of multiple era's, though his knowledge naturally didn't extend to the Origin Era.

He watched the battlefield, and apart from being astonished by Zhou Fan, who held his own even among the strongest participating, he felt something familiar about a certain Path Creator. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

When he looked at the Grand Empyrean, he felt something in the back of his mind acting up.

"Strange."

Eventually, this led to him taking out a pendant.

"Akashic Spirit, guide my memories."

A strange power flowed from the pendant, entering the man's brain. Suddenly, something popped up.

His eyes didn't even widen, his face frozen with countless emotions, the most present of which were pure terror and astonishment.

He waved his hand, and all those of his sect on the battlefield retreated.

This was a noticed movement, as this sect's members accounted for a large number of combatants, including those attacking Zhou Fan.

From the two other top three sects, powerful figures sent their will towards him.

"What are you doing, old fool?" A demonic voice asked.

The other observed, remaining silent.

"I have something to report to the Celestial Emperor. If you dare stop me, go ahead."

Nobody spoke another word as his sect retreated. Although going back to the past was something extremely difficult, this particular sect had ties to a Celestial Emperor, and there were certaintly ways to send a will to the past.

His retreat still meant that they would no longer be participating in this battle. They sat next to one of the clouds of time, completely dormant.

It took a lot of power to send a fraction of temporary will back to the future. The entire sect concentrated its power to best do so.

The other two most powerful beings of the top sects paid more attention, but found nothing so incredible they needed to immediately retreat.

They warily watched the battle with even more focus than before.

Zhou Fan battled enemies far stronger than himself. The strongest of which seemed to be three entire realms above him, and there were many at that level. Anyone stronger than that had stayed in their sects.

He had noticed the retreat of one of the biggest sects, and it eased the pressure up on him a lot. He was still battling with his life on the line. Blood had covered him, a mix of his enemies and his own. He and the strongest among the attackers fought on the large piece of land, which was now riddled with holes.

Everytime he swung a sword, trees bloomed and enemies were devoured.

He was rapidly consolidating himself through this battle, pushing an Immortal Technique he had been preparing to perfection.

Days passed, and hundreds of his enemies had died. Many of his allies had as well.

After these past days of constant battle, he finally pushed the Immortal Technique to perfection within his mind. This would be the greatest technique he had ever created thus far.

He looked back, and two beings he had long given signals to nodded. They shot out of the battlefield, arriving near Zhou Fan in seconds.

Each put a hand on Zhou Fan, draining themselves and giving him temporary control over their rules.

Their faces quickly paled, and Zhou Fan put them inside of his Chest Universe.

"Thank you. Rest up." They nodded, passing out in the Chest Universe from exhaustion.

However, Zhou Fan had gained control of two new rules. These rules were perfectly fit to this new technique.

They were the Rules of Buddhism and Death.

An explosion occurred as Zhou Fan activated his Immortal Technique, sending countless enemies flying back.

All eyes once again turned to him, including the strongest of his enemies.

A pressure began to radiate out.

As the dust settled, Zhou Fan hovered in the air. Behind him, a majestic, infinite tree stood. It was created by the Rule of Tree and the Rule of Growth. At the top, the branches formed something akin to a bird's nest. Within it was a large sphere, reminiscent of an egg. This was created by the Rule of Chaos.

To the left of the tree, a giant Buddhist figure let off a golden light that pressured the battlefield.

To the right of the tree, a figure of darkness and death radiated out an equally strong pressure.

Wrapped around his body was Leaf, the size of a sapling. Wrapped around his waist was Monty. He no longer held Leaf in his hand, but a river.

He did not truly have a name for this technique, but if he had to give it one, he could try.

Origin's Arrival.

The pressure radiating off of him was unimaginable. This was less of a technique, and more of a complete transformation.

Suddenly, it all disappeared, sucked into his body.

This included Leaf, Monty, and the River of Cultivation he had held in his hand.

For the first time in a long time, he stood with nothing but himself and the gray robes on him.

In an instant, a man attacked from below. Among all of the people Zhou Fan had fought, he had been the strongest. He only wore shorts, and his body was muscular to the extreme.

His body was durable, and his attacks had forced Zhou Fan back multiple times.

However, when he caught the look in Zhou Fan's eyes, he was shocked.

Utter disdain.

"Ant." Zhou Fan said.

He took a step forward. A force shot out from his foot, stepping on the man, sending him flying through the piece of land and turning into a bloody chunk of flesh halfway through his descent towards the bottom of the Universe.