The Demons within the passage roared in fury.
They knew a Human Clan cultivator had arrived.
Their hatred for the Human Clan was at its peak. During idle chatter, the Demons often discussed how to devour a human—should they start from the head or the feet? The debate never ceased.
In the blink of an eye.
A streak of violet light flashed past.
The Demons recognized it as the handiwork of their mighty Demon expert, who would undoubtedly make the Human Clan cultivator regret coming here.
Outside.
Lin Fan stood calmly, surrounded by nurous Divine Power Seeds. These seeds represented his mastered Divine Skills, prepped in anticipation of the Demons’ arrival.
Soon.
An overwhelming aura emanated from the depths of the passage. It was the presence of a mighty Demon expert, who could no longer tolerate Lin Fan’s provocation and was finally stepping in to deliver punishnt.
At that mont.
Lin Fan noticed tiny particles falling from the sky. The particles were so fine as to be invisible to the naked eye, yet as they gathered, they beca tangible.
The particles settled on his clothing, seeping through the fabric to his skin.
"Oh!"
He observed that the particles seed to be attempting to burrow into his skin. However, his body was too strong; the particles, charged with hostility, were instantly dispersed into nothingness by the vibrations of his body.
"Human cultivator, how dare you co here? Are you ready to be swallowed whole by ?"
Suddenly, a colossal figure lood over, blocking out the sun. The entire mountain range was cast into deep shadow.
"Is that a moth?"
Lin Fan gazed upwards curiously. The creature bore a striking resemblance to a moth, but with a human face. Its wings were exceptionally striking—vibrantly colorful, adorned with intricate patterns, and covered in countless tiny black spots.
Although he had no idea what it was,
the impression it left was distinctly unpleasant.
[Moth Ancestor Demon: Ninth Stage True Immortal Realm.]
[Possible Drops: Ninth Grade Fire Spirit Root, Illusion Demon Eye, Advancent (Innate Talent), 110,000 Years of Mana, Great Sun Fire, Ten Thousand Eyes Chaotic Void Realm...]
[Note: Reclaim the territory belonging to the Demons.]
Interesting indeed. Usually, the saying goes, "Moths to a fla," but judging by its loot description, this one was an exception. Even its Spirit Root was a Fire Spirit Root, and it had cultivated nurous fire-elent Great Divine Powers.
It seed that becoming a Demon required overcoming all obstacles.
"Just you, a single Human cultivator?"
The Moth Ancestor Demon was utterly shocked. It had expected many Human cultivators to invade, yet found only one.
Lin Fan chuckled and said, "Surprised? Just is enough. If more of us ca, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to handle it."
Perhaps Lin Fan’s words thoroughly displeased the Moth Ancestor Demon.
A piercing screech resonated through the air.
The horrifying soundwaves were like blades, slicing through everything in their path.
The surrounding mountain range crumbled and disintegrated, reduced to rubble. The once-towering peaks were annihilated, leaving only a barren plain.
Lin Fan stood unmoved, his long hair billowing. His playful expression turned sharp and keen.
Buzz!
He conjured a Hell Spear and hurled it fiercely.
Swoosh!
A streak of black radiance tore through the Heavenly Vault.
The Moth Ancestor Demon sensed the terrifying aura and was instantly alard. It reacted swiftly, flapping its wings as Divine Skills surged forth.
In the blink of an eye.
The Hell Spear pierced through the Moth Ancestor Demon’s wing, creating a gaping hole. Green blood spurted out, and from the torn wound, its tendons wriggled like tentacles.
"Though you are a True Immortal-level being, your Mana is too weak. The gap between us is like an unbridgeable chasm."
"Even if I explain it to you, you might not understand. That earlier attack was rely a casual strike from —surely you comprehend that now?"
Lin Fan felt that this Demon was overthinking things too much.
True Immortals were indeed strong.
They ruled over their domains,
demanding respect wherever they went.
Yet even great powers had rankings.
The Moth Ancestor Demon could have had a brilliant and carefree life, but encountering Lin Fan marked the beginning of its doom.
"Arrogant!"
The Moth Ancestor Demon erupted in rage. The countless black spots on its wings erupted with dazzling brilliance—they were eyes. At the mont those eyes opened, heaven and earth trembled, heralding catastrophe.
Tens of thousands of black beams shot forth from the countless eyes, blanketing Lin Fan.
The surrounding space distorted under the impact of these forces, bending and twisting as if it no longer belonged to reality.
"A Demon’s abilities are inherently tied to their innate characteristics. Indeed, it’s fearso."
Lin Fan understood.
This explained the existence of Demons and the Demon Clan, who, though similar at first glance, were fundantally different. Demons refused to abandon their innate abilities, choosing instead to harness them for greater power.
Lin Fan gathered Mana and launched a palm strike skyward, colliding with the tens of thousands of beams. With a deafening explosion, the clash resounded across the heavens and earth.
A dazzling brilliance enveloped the entire sky.
"Impossible..."
The Moth Ancestor Demon was stunned. Its Illusion Demon Eye, so formidable, was no match for a casual strike from Lin Fan. The next mont, an overwhelmingly powerful force engulfed the Moth Ancestor Demon.
"It’s over."
Lin Fan did not deem the Moth Ancestor Demon a significant threat. Though its power was respectable, its Mana fell far short of his, and the disparity in strength was as vast as the heavens and earth.
Even its colossal stature was of no help.
Lin Fan glanced into the distance.
A charred wasteland remained.
A long trench scarred its surface—this was the terrifying evidence of the power unleashed by a single strike. Anyone witnessing it would be struck with fear.
But soon.
Lin Fan noticed sothing unexpected.
"What’s this?"
He saw, in the distance, an enormous cocoon pulsating as though sothing within was breathing—sotis contracting, sotis expanding. Its surface was covered with countless intricate markings.
Soon after.
The markings ignited with brilliant light, transforming into radiant tendrils that blanketed the Heavenly Vault. These tendrils tracked Lin Fan, swarming toward him with ferocious intensity.
"Great Sun Fire."
Lin Fan activated a Divine Skill with a roar. Flas descended, engulfing the tendrils in a blazing inferno. Yet, no matter how many tendrils burned away, more surged forth in endless waves.
Ceaseless, without end.
"Could this be the moth’s Innate Divine Ability?"
"Advancent?"
Lin Fan had already discerned the Moth Ancestor Demon’s situation and its potential drops, noting its innate talent.
Despite being slain, it had transford into a cocoon capable of launching such terrifying attacks—truly extraordinary.
If his guess was correct,
this Innate Divine Ability must have reached the Celestial level, equivalent to granting a second life.
"Hmph, even with two lives, it’s useless. Strength determines everything."
Lin Fan’s gaze sharpened. With a powerful aura coiling around him, he swiftly executed the Great Divine Power, "Ascending Immortal Nine Heavens." In a flash, beams of light slashed toward the cocoon with devastating force.
Crack! Crack!
Flesh was torn apart, green blood splattered across the heavens and earth.
Snap!
A crisp sound echoed.
The battered cocoon split open, revealing golden light emanating from the fissures. A storm erupted instantly, swirling upward to the Heavenly Vault.
A terrifying pressure spread outward.
"Again..."
Lin Fan frowned. This Demon gave him an entirely different sense, unlike anything he had anticipated.
After all, Lin Fan himself was a beneficiary of Innate Divine Abilities.
He knew all too well just how powerful they could be. Each one carried its own unique characteristics, especially those of Golden Rank or above, which were unrelenting and dominant tools of the strong.
As he pondered.
The situation evolved once more.
A massive humanoid figure erged. As the dust settled, Lin Fan finally saw the Moth Ancestor Demon’s new form: a moth-like humanoid. Its wings, now a shimring golden hue, stirred gentle gusts that triggered miniature storms.
"Hahaha! Human cultivator, your death is at hand!"
The Moth Ancestor Demon bellowed with maniacal laughter. Its fists clenched as its power surged wildly, and its boundless mana made it swell with might.
"Impressive, truly impressive."
Lin Fan’s eyes lit up as he exclaid in admiration, his mouth agape as if witnessing sothing extraordinary.
But in the blink of an eye.
His expression hardened. With a loud crack, the ground splintered beneath him, his figure vanished, only to reappear before the Moth Ancestor Demon. A glint shone in his eyes, and a smirk curled at his lips.
"Indeed, you are strong, but have you considered the gap in our Mana?"
As his words fell,
Lin Fan clenched his fists and channeled imnse power into them, striking the Moth Ancestor Demon’s body with ferocity.
BOOM!
The sound of shattering resounded.
Pain!
It broke!
The Moth Ancestor Demon’s chest was pierced clean through, blood gushing out in torrents.
"How could this be..."
The Moth Ancestor Demon’s massive pupils dilated in shock, its human face contorted with horror. It stared down at its chest in disbelief, where the gaping, bloodied hole confird that this nightmare was indeed real.
Its supposed advancent through the cocoon, the evolution that granted it greater Mana and unparalleled power,
should have made it invincible.
Yet now...
As it wrestled with disbelief, Lin Fan let out a low roar and delivered an upward punch to its chin. With a sickening crack, its lower jaw shattered, leaving its face grotesquely disfigured.
"Hu-Human..."
Lin Fan gave the Moth Ancestor Demon no chance to speak. He grabbed its head with five fingers, slamming it downward. With a sickening squelch, its head exploded like a waterlon hitting the ground, scattering blood and flesh everywhere.
Swoosh!
The Moth Ancestor Demon’s Primordial Spirit fled frantically, taking the shape of a moth as it hurriedly raced back toward the Demon Passage.
"Trying to escape?"
Lin Fan sneered coldly, standing still as he cast a Divine Skill. In the distant Void, a Demon Lotus blossod, swiftly devouring the fleeing Primordial Spirit.
For the Moth Ancestor Demon, everything had ended far too abruptly.
It hadn’t even finished speaking before being slain by the Human cultivator. At the very least, couldn’t it have been allowed to let out a sigh?
"My request is simple—just drop the Moth Ancestor Demon’s innate talent for ."
"Is such a request too much?"
Lin Fan waited patiently.
Perhaps this ti Heaven would favor him again. After all, it had done so once before—what harm could there be in granting another favor?
[Obtained Spirit Root: Ninth Grade Fire Spirit Root.]
And then...
No more loot followed.
"What the hell!"
Lin Fan spat in annoyance, lifting his gaze toward the heavens.
"Would it kill you to give another chance?"
The heavens replied: "Be a little self-aware, won’t you?"
To Lin Fan, a Ninth Grade Fire Spirit Root was unimpressive; even the Eighth Grade Fire Spirit Root he currently held didn’t excite him.
Truly, Heaven could only shake its head at soone so lacking in self-awareness.
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