Fuck!
How could things end up like this?
Lin Fan couldn’t accept the situation he was facing.
Could it be that he stirred up too much trouble, directly luring out the strongest enemy to personally suppress him?
Logically speaking,
shouldn’t they just send so low-level enforcers?
Even if they ordered the Sect Leaders of the Immortal Sects to ensure his death by any ans, that would still be acceptable.
But this... This was simply unacceptable.
Lin Fan landed next to the deranged elder, "Does it hurt?"
In the past, the elder always howled in pain, crying that it hurt.
But now, the deranged elder’s expression was solemn. He shook his head, his hands trembling slightly, but he spoke steadfastly, "Not even a little."
"Get away..."
The deranged elder shoved Lin Fan aside with one palm, then swung the Blood Pool, rising into the air. The Blood Pool emitted a dazzling crimson light, smashing ferociously towards the Heavenly Vault.
Suddenly.
A massive hand appeared from the fissure in the Heavenly Vault, accompanied by a surge of Immortal Dao Laws, crashing down with unrelenting force.
Boom!
The Blood Pool collided with the gigantic hand, unleashing an earth-shattering roar and an aftermath that destroyed everything in its path. The deranged elder let out a scream, hurtling to the ground, unable to withstand the overpowering shockwave, slamming heavily into the earth.
The ground caved in, forming a massive crater. Cracks spread out in every direction, densely webbed across the surface.
Bam!
The deranged elder stood up, howling, "If you want to kill my father, then you’ll have to kill first!"
The massive hand in the sky slowly descended, suppressing the land below, forming a sealed field that seed intent on preventing anyone from approaching.
Lin Fan summoned the Mixed Elent Golden Gourd and the Eternal Divine Furnace. Activating the two Immortal Treasures, he unleashed his mana in an attempt to resist the onslaught.
Boom!
Though the two Immortal Treasures were exceedingly powerful,
facing the colossal hand descending from the heavens, they could barely hold their ground. Even the Eternal Divine Furnace’s Eternal Immortal Venerable energy could only montarily disrupt the opponent. But a devastating counterforce surged forth, sending Lin Fan tumbling back, slamming into the ground and coughing up blood.
"So terrifying."
He was in disbelief.
Who in the world was the opponent?
They had to be from the Immortal Realm.
Yet according to legend, the Immortal Realm had long been severed from the Cultivation Realm—ascending was possible, descending was not. How could this figure launch an attack from the Immortal Realm?
"Father, let do it."
The chaotic aura around the deranged elder grew even more turbulent. The Blood Pool transford into a streak of blood light, rging into his body. A layer of red light enveloped him as he charged upward.
"I’ll fight you to the death!"
Lin Fan sensed that sothing was amiss and shouted urgently, "Son, co back."
But it was already too late.
The deranged elder’s unstable mind had made it impossible for him to heed Lin Fan’s call when his father’s life was at stake.
Thud!
The massive hand clasped its five fingers together, capturing the deranged elder in its palm.
"Ah!"
The deranged elder pounded at the gigantic palm with his fists, but it didn’t budge—not even the slightest sign of injury appeared on it.
His expression was one of both ferocity and agony.
"Father, run!"
"He’s too strong—I can’t beat him!"
In the past, in situations like this, the deranged elder would hysterically cry out, "Father, help ! I’m being beaten up!"
But now...
He neither scread in pain nor called for help. Instead, he gritted his teeth and told Lin Fan to flee.
"Tell Little Sun that I can’t play with her anymore."
Even though the deranged elder’s mind wasn’t right, so things never disappeared—his care for those around him.
Lin Fan’s anxiety surged.
Damn it!
Wait, there’s still this.
He hastily pulled out the Supre God Talisman and hurled it toward the deranged elder.
"Son, our fate began with this, let it end with this."
Lin Fan severed his subtle connection with the Supre God Talisman willingly.
When he first obtained the talisman, he had undergone a simple refining process to control it. Now, he relinquished that control, cutting off their bond entirely.
Buzz!
The Supre God Talisman emitted a golden radiance, enveloping the deranged elder’s head.
Chaotic visions erged, resembling the primordial opening of the heavens and earth.
"Ah!"
The deranged elder clutched his head, letting out fierce, guttural screams. mories of his lost Divine Soul and much else flooded his mind, creating a storm of chaos.
Lin Fan was montarily dumbfounded.
Everything now depended on the Supre God Talisman.
He noticed the deranged elder’s cultivation rapidly ascending.
He had long known the elder was soone from the Immortal Realm, soone who had fallen to the Cultivation Realm after dying, waiting for resurrection. Now it seed...
Boom!
The elder’s entire deanor changed, his unstable mind realigned as if he had beco a completely different person.
A terrifying force shattered the massive hand, breaking it apart.
"The Supre God Talisman..."
The hand’s owner recognized the talisman and quickly launched another strike—not only to kill the deranged elder but to seize the talisman.
The elder stood still, seemingly dazed, as if his Divine Soul was still rging.
Just as the danger lood over him,
the elder raised his hand and struck ferociously. The two attacks collided, shattering the Heavenly Vault like a broken mirror.
"It’s you."
"It’s you."
Perhaps, the two of them already knew who the other was.
The massive hand disintegrated, vanishing entirely, while its force tore open an Abyssal Passage, inside which a terrifying storm of lightning and gales raged, seemingly connecting to the Immortal Realm itself.
Anyone who dared enter this passage,
would likely be shredded to pieces before they even realized what happened.
That horrifying force dissipated into nothingness.
Under the Heavenly Vault.
The deranged elder stood there, his head bowed in silence, not sparing Lin Fan a glance. The Supre God Talisman quietly hovered around him.
Buzz!
Suddenly.
A portal appeared in the heavens—it was the Gateway to the Immortal Realm, attempting to draw the deranged elder away.
"Father! Pah... You brat, just you wait! The mont you step into the Immortal Realm, you’re dead at!" The elder glared at Lin Fan furiously, his gaze filled with endless wrath—he now rembered everything that happened before his Divine Soul was complete.
That damned brat had taken so many liberties with him!
Gradually, a smile appeared on Lin Fan’s face.
He knew so things weren’t what he thought they were.
At that mont, given the elder’s strength and their dynamic, it would’ve been effortless for him to exact his revenge.
A pulling force wrapped around the elder, enveloping him.
His figure beca more and more distant.
"Son, stay safe. Father will miss you." Lin Fan shouted towards the fading silhouette.
In the distance.
The elder didn’t speak. He only gazed at Lin Fan, mories flooding his mind—everything was so vivid, from being pitted by that brat to this very mont.
Gradually.
As the elder completely vanished into the Immortal Realm’s portal, a trace of sadness erged in his heart.
His son was gone.
The Supre God Talisman had also returned to its rightful owner.
He never imagined it would end this way. He had always dread of ascending to the Immortal Realm alongside his son, wandering the heavens, exploring its secrets.
Laughing, bickering, and conquering the world as they went.
Lin Fan fixed his gaze on the distant sky. He would go to the Immortal Realm—he was certain of it. No one could stop him. But he knew he’d have to tread carefully; that place was filled with beings of imnse power.
Yet so long as he remained steady,
there would co a day when no one could stand against him.
The Immortal Realm powerhouse, with all their overwhelming might, could not shake his will. No matter how terrifying the enemy, he would remain undaunted.
For if he faltered now,
he would never truly reach the summit.
Not long after,
a figure appeared behind him.
Lin Fan sensed the presence and knew who it was. Turning around, he spoke like a chastised child, his voice soft:
"Mother..."
Wei You approached Lin Fan, gently stroking his head, "Silly boy, whatever you want to do, don’t be afraid. But no matter what, you must let your mother know."
"The Sect Leader told you want to leave the Taiwu Immortal Sect. Why would you do that? Are you planning to leave even the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect?"
Lin Fan raised his head, surprised as he stared at Wei You. He clearly hadn’t expected her to know even this.
Wei You tapped Lin Fan’s forehead, "You little rascal, do you really think your mother is clueless? I’ve known about your situation from the very beginning."
"Mother, I—"
Lin Fan felt deeply ashad, wanting to say sothing, but Wei You interrupted him before he could continue.
Wei You said, "Don’t bring that up—it doesn’t matter. What matters is whether your closeness to your mother is genuine. Now, you want to promote Martial Arts, which indeed benefits countless lives, but it’s sothing the heavens won’t tolerate. The danger you faced just now was a mysterious powerhouse trying to kill you. Surviving was sheer luck. Listen to your mother: for now, let it go. You’ve already done enough."
"What you aim to change may be within your capabilities, but you cannot withstand the pressure from there."
Lin Fan knew Wei You referred to the heavens—the force of the Immortal Realm.
Still, Lin Fan hesitated, unable to decide. "Mother, then what should I do about the Martial Arts I’ve already passed down?"
Wei You replied, "Mother will discuss with others in the Immortal Sects to retrieve the Martial Arts Steles and seek out those who have practiced it to erase their mories. Let everything be as if it never existed."
"In the future, when you can truly hold your own, mother won’t stop you or try to dissuade you."
Lin Fan fell silent for a long ti. His eyes grew confused, but soon they filled with resolve. Shaking his head, he said firmly.
"Mother, I can’t do it. I can promise you that I won’t spread Martial Arts further, but how can I retract what’s already been passed down? And erasing their mories—that’s impossible. Even if that Immortal Realm powerhouse wants dead for this, I won’t back down."
His voice was resolute.
There wasn’t a hint of regret.
He firmly rejected Wei You’s suggestion. His determination was unshakable, his heart as solid as iron.
The Immortal Realm!
That adversary was still searching for Lin Fan’s whereabouts, intent on delivering another strike to kill him. Anyone who dared advocate for Martial Arts was destined to die.
Yet despite their peerless, unrivaled strength—capable of obliterating suns and moons with bare hands—they could not locate him.
"You bastard."
"Incomplete Divine Soul, toyed with as soone’s ’son’ for so long, and still shielding him by hiding his presence? I will find you and crush you into pieces."
But even with their unfathomable power, they were unable to descend into the Cultivation Realm directly, relying instead on Supre Treasures to send fragnts of their mana there.
Unfortunately...
The trail was gone.
A mysterious area within the Immortal Realm began to tremble violently.
An unparalleled fiendish aura radiated outward, forcing all beings to bow their heads, unable to resist.
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