Chapter 1501: Collision on the Chaotic River of Time

“The items you requested will be delivered by the Heavenly Merchant Clan within 10 years.”

“Then everything is settled!”

The Holy Lord of the Heavenly Merchant Clan’s figure dissipated, and Xu Fan carried the spatial supreme divine object into the underground space.

“Master, are you trying to kill me with work?” Avatar Number Two looked at the spatial supreme divine object in Xu Fan’s hands, feeling like he might explode.

When the leader of the Holy Light Empire demanded that his Primordial Supreme Treasure be refined within a thousand years, Avatar Number Two was already aware of the task.

Now, with Xu Fan holding another spatial supreme divine object, its purpose was obvious to him.

“Refining a spatial Primordial Supreme Treasure capable of connecting over forty Chaotic Mist Areas for teleportation within a thousand years is possible, and the necessary materials will arrive within ten years.”

Seeing Avatar Number Two’s expression on the verge of collapse, Xu Fan quickly added, “I have no choice; the Heavenly Merchant Clan offered too much.”

“So, I’m afraid you’ll have to bear the burden,” Xu Fan said with a serious tone.

“If I have to suffer, why not you, Master?”

“With a thousand years and the time acceleration from the supreme law crystal, you could refine it in one hundred thousand years if you helped,” Avatar Number Two argued.

“I have more pressing matters. Becoming a Great Saint of Chaos within a thousand years is essential for the safety of the human race.”

“And there’s something you should remember.”

At that moment, Xu Fan’s expression shifted.

“The greater the hardship, the greater the reward.”

“Recently, the Yuan Lord discovered a Chaotic Mist Area ruled entirely by the human race, and it’s already been named.”

“Imagine how carefree life will be when you arrive there with a wealth of Primordial Purple Qi crystals.”

“Endure for now, and once the human race is stable, I’ll let you enjoy that Chaotic Mist Area,” Xu Fan said, patting Avatar Number Two’s shoulder earnestly.

Hearing about a Chaotic Mist Area entirely governed by the human race, Avatar Number Two’s eyes filled with longing.

“When the time comes, I want to bring Number One along; we’ll go together!” Avatar Number Two insisted.

“After being apart for so long, you still want to team up? Fine, once the human race stabilizes, you two can go,” Xu Fan replied with a smile.

Avatar Number Two took the spatial supreme divine object and began meticulously studying and constructing the framework of the top-tier spatial Primordial Supreme Treasure.

Seeing Avatar Number Two fully immersed, Xu Fan quietly left the underground space to avoid disturbing him.

As Xu Fan lounged on the courtyard deck chair, idly cultivating,

he faintly sensed that all the beings of the Underworld Clan within the chaotic River of Time were shielded by a unique force.

The Heavenly Merchant Clan followed closely behind.

Feeling the two familiar auras on the chaotic River of Time, Xu Fan’s curious thoughts drifted into the chaotic River of Time.

There, he witnessed two forces of supreme law clashing above the chaotic River of Time, sending ripples through its entirety.

At that moment, within the chaotic River of Time, Xu Fan glanced around and spotted many familiar faces.

A presence radiating holy light slowly approached Xu Fan.

“Old Xu, let me tell you, Old Shang is a deep one; I’ve never been able to gauge the limits of his fighting strength.”

“Let’s just test Old Shang’s limits,” said the leader of the Holy Light Empire.

“Why hasn’t the Underworld Clan’s Second Holy shown up? Wouldn’t two against one give us the upper hand?” Xu Fan asked, puzzled.

“Old Shang has a top-tier Primordial Supreme Treasure that completely overwhelmed the newly ascended Underworld Clan’s Second Holy.”

“For now, he won’t be able to do much.”

“There were rumors that Old Shang had a suppression-type top-tier Primordial Supreme Treasure, but I never thought it was real. I underestimated him.”

Listening to the leader of the Holy Light Empire, Xu Fan noticed something.

Ever since the leader of the Holy Light Empire insisted on being called Old Light, his aura of authority had faded, and he was starting to seem more like a joker.

“About 60,000 Epochs ago, word spread in the Chaotic Mist Area that the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Merchant Clan had obtained a Supreme Divine Artifact second only to those that could increase quotas.”

“No doubt, this must be the Primordial Supreme Treasure forged from that artifact. That old fox has been hiding it well.”

The leader of the Holy Light Empire kept rambling beside Xu Fan.

“Didn’t you notice that the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Merchant Clan’s fighting strength is already impressive? He held his own against the Holy Lord of the Underworld Clan, one of the most powerful beings in our Chaotic Mist Area,” Xu Fan pointed out.

“Of course, Old Shang and the Holy Lord of the Underworld Clan are from the same era. The fact that they’ve survived this long says a lot.”

At that moment, Xu Fan grew curious and asked the leader of the Holy Light Empire, “So where did the previous Holy Lords go?”

“They returned to the chaos, passing their quotas to more capable individuals within the clan.”

“After living for so long and hitting their limits, life loses its meaning. When a suitable successor arises in the clan, they choose to return to the chaos and pass the quota to the next generation.”

“A deeper reason is to prevent stagnation in the Chaotic Mist Area.”

“Like what’s happening now,” the leader of the Holy Light Empire said thoughtfully.

“That’s a thing?”

“Absolutely. Every conscious being strives to grow stronger, and that goes for the clans as well as the Chaotic Mist Area itself.”

“Otherwise, do you think that decaying Chaotic Mist Area just got absorbed for no reason?”

“Old Xu, I know a lot about this stuff. Anytime you’re free, come over for tea. We can chat, and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” the leader of the Holy Light Empire said in a friendly, brotherly tone.

“I happen to have a chaotic spirit root tea tree on my life-star, so don’t complain if I drop by too often, Old Light,” Xu Fan said.

“Complain? I’d be thrilled to have you,” he replied warmly.

As they spoke, the battle above the chaotic River of Time came to an end.

“It’s a draw. I still have Old Shang, who can pull off some tricks. Maybe we can use this chance to suppress the Holy Lord of the Underworld Clan,” the leader of the Holy Light Empire said with a hint of regret.

“Old Shang’s fighting strength is strong, but he’s still a step behind the Holy Lord of the Underworld Clan,” Xu Fan commented.

“Maybe. The two clans will probably end up clashing.”

“It’s time to convene the meeting at the chaotic center.”

Just then, a bell tolled from the chaotic center area, echoing throughout the entire Chaotic Mist Area.

In the mysterious small world at the chaotic center, thirteen figures appeared.

“Holy Lord of the Heavenly Merchant Clan, impressive. I can’t believe those old rumors were true,” the Holy Lord of the Underworld Clan said coldly.

“Holy Lord of the Underworld Clan, you stole four Supreme Divine Artifacts from my clan. I’ll destroy your Chaotic Mist Area.”

“If you want to avoid further conflict, return those four Supreme Divine Artifacts, or this will end in annihilation,” the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Merchant Clan declared angrily.

Those four Supreme Divine Artifacts had taken their entire clan countless Epochs of effort to obtain.

“If we’re going to fight, let’s see who lasts longer.”

“My clan’s Second Holy, I don’t believe you can keep suppressing us forever!”