All thirty Immortals were so shocked that their jaws dropped. They hurriedly mounted their best defenses.
The defense produced by the combination of thirty Immortals was unimaginable, and Zhou Fan's slash was neutralized.
However, the slash had already struck fear into the hearts of the Immortals.
Zhou Fan stepped forward, attacking again, and speaking as he did so. "Clean up the ants. Come fight these Immortals afterwards."
He slashed with his full power once again.
The Immortals, no longer unprepared, evaded the slash and surrounded Zhou Fan from all sides.
A large array, formed by bodies of the thirty Immortals, appeared around Zhou Fan.
"Immortal Suppressing Array." The ten Loose Immortals cried out at the same time.
Zhou Fan felt the array weighing on his body, restricting his movements, and even slowing his thoughts. The situation instantly turned dire. He raised his free hand in the air, and a light shot down from the top of the Universe.
A snake appeared, wrapped around his chest, and his power instantly doubled. However, this was not enough to destroy the array.
Just as the thirty Immortals attacks neared, millions of formations emerged, previously hidden in space.
They exploded at the same time, displaying power far greater than that of a normal False Immortal.
The array was destroyed under the combination of Zhou Fan's attack and the formations exploding. Zhou Fan dodged the thirty Immortals attacks, though a large chunk of his shoulder was destroyed in the process.
The thirty Immortals were surprised, but did not hesitate to attack again.
Both Leaf and Monty were with Zhou Fan, increasing his strength by no small margin.
"It's time to show them what a Path Creator truly is." Zhou Fan said.
The River of Cultivation appeared. Zhou Fan stood atop it as it flowed down. The thirty Immortals stood below.
They looked around in shock.
"It isn't the River of Time. What could it be?"
They consulted each other, but not a single one had a clue.
They did not have time to think any further.
Waves rose as the river churned. Every person felt the Cultivation in their bodies moving uneasily, but for some reason, they could tell Zhou Fan had not even tried to suppress them with his control over cultivation. It seemed as though the imprints had been brought meaninglessly.
Regardless, they felt an immense threat assault them from the river.
The thirty Immortals gritted their teeth, and something indiscernible began to appear around them.
Suddenly, the faint figures collapsed, disappearing.
The thirty Immortals spat out blood.
Zhou Fan looked on, understanding what had just happened.
They had tried to use the power of Rule's, which it seemed they were able to do. However, it was not like how Zhou Fan controlled the Rule of Growth.
Instead of controlling the power, it seemed like borrowing it at a price.
But the power of the Rules they had just tried to borrow did not fully exist in a usable form, causing the backlash.
They were not nearly strong enough, nor talented enough, to even consider helping bring a rule into existence.
Zhou Fan could see everything about these Immortals. He no longer had any use for them, and since they were all so injured that killing them would be easy, he decided to imprison them.
Chains fell down, piercing their flesh and tying them together.
The River of Cultivation dispersed.
The Path Creators, who had just finished killing the attacking Great Dao realm Cultivators, looked over in shock. Once again, Zhou Fan had proved himself amazing.
They also saw the captured Immortals.
Zhou Fan took five out of the group, giving them to Monty. Monty grew in size, devouring them in a single bite. He then fell asleep on Zhou Fan.
Zhou Fan looked around at the Path Creators, and split them into two groups.
One of the groups got half of the Immortals, splitting them among themselves to devour with their various methods. These were the Path Creators who could grow by devouring these beings, such as Ye Li and the God of Death.
The green fish appeared, and although he had not participated in the battle, Zhou Fan understood how much work he was putting in trying to do something about the breaks in time.
He tossed the fish a Loose Immortal to devour.
It thanked him and disappeared.
The other half of the Path Creators were those who could not grow by simply devouring these beings.
This group included the Grand Empyrean, Yoha, and surprisingly, the Demon King.
Zhou Fan also kept a Loose Immortal and a False Immortal alive.
The second group picked apart the False and Loose Immortals, understanding how they worked, and comprehending them in their own ways.
They made sure not to remember anything about the future, filtering the harmful bits out with Zhou Fan's help.
The Path Creators did their best to grow, and Zhou Fan woke up the two Immortals he kept alive.
They immediately panicked, though they were too injured to struggle. The power of the Rules were far too terrifying to mess with. Even these Immortals, one with a Cultivation higher than Zhou Fan's, could not resist at all.
Zhou Fan naturally understood this. He had long since said that Rules were a terrifying power. Merely slightly tapping into the Rule of Karma had allowed Ye Li to kill Yhwh in an instant.
Zhou Fan thought of a question. He wondered who among the Path Creators here would be most likely to be known in the far, far future.
The Grand Empyrean was talented and powerful, but he doubted she would stay in the spotlight forever. Ye Li would never willingly be known.
Zhou Fan's thoughts eventually landed on Ying Xiong.
Zhou Fan beckoned him over.
YIng Xiong had been one of the Path Creators devouring an Immortal with the power of reincarnation.
However, seeing Zhou Fan signalling him over, he stopped and promptly moved.
"Yes?" Ying Xiong asked.
Zhou Fan pointed at Ying Xiong. "Do either of you know him?"
Ying Xiong released a bit of his power, allowing the two to feel it.
The False Immortal was completely stumped.
However, the Loose Immortal scrutinized Ying Xiong closely, seemingly feeling that he looked familiar.
After a few minutes, his pupils constricted, and unprecedented fear appeared on his face, the likes of which Zhou Fan had never seen before.