Under the blazing sun, sunlight shone on the mountains of the earth, thick smoke billowed, and energy raged wildly.
A gentle breeze blew, and the smoke and dust slowly dissipated. Gu Yancheng was covered in blood and kept vomiting blood.
He watched Lin Fan approach, his eyes filled with fear, and he involuntarily shrank back, saying in a trembling voice, "If you dare to kill me, the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect will not let you off."
"Tch, you're like clay bodhisattvas crossing the river, barely able to save yourselves!" Lin Fan said coldly.
He roughly calculated the time and concluded that the old monster Qingxuan of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect should be passing away soon. Back when he first entered the demonic path, they had caused him quite a bit of trouble.
"Don't kill me, I can give you a lot of resources." Gu Yancheng was terrified; in the face of death, everyone is equal.
He is the chief disciple of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect, with unlimited potential and great prospects ahead. There are also many maids in the sect waiting for him to return and favor him. He does not want to die.
"It's too late. Have you ever thought about those innocent people you trampled on and killed at will? When you control the life and death of others, others can also control your life and death."
Lin Fan raised his sword, and Gu Yancheng's eyes were filled with despair as he fell down unwillingly.
He raised his palm, put away the Seven Star Sky-Stepping Diagram, and didn't even glance at it no matter how much Lin Sanbian roared and howled.
Even those at the Nascent Soul stage cannot escape the confinement of his Seven Stars Sky-Treading Diagram.
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In the vast and boundless Central Plains, the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect is located in Tianwu County. Despite the passage of time, it remains solemn and majestic.
Within the sect, a solemn atmosphere prevailed. The elders wore serious expressions, for reasons unknown. The news that Patriarch Qingxuan was nearing the end of his life had spread, a very ominous start.
Ancestor Qingxuan was the oldest patriarch of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect. He was virtually unbeatable in his life, and his cultivation was unfathomable.
On the eve of his passing, some rival sects seemed to have learned of this and lingered in front of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect's mountain gate, as if waiting for an opportunity.
The Xuanwu Sect's expression was solemn as he looked towards the other end of the Central Plains, where a powerful aura was quietly approaching.
That was the Earthly Palace, which had been at odds with the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect for many years. When they learned that the Qingxuan Ancestor was about to pass away, they mobilized almost all their hidden spies to confirm the authenticity of the news.
After some discussion, they believed this was a golden opportunity and wanted to break through the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect in one fell swoop and divide up all their resources.
The master of the Earthly Palace, the Heavenly King Palace, personally led his disciples to the scene, and also invited many other sects that had conflicts with the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect to come and attack together.
He was dressed in a Taoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, and his eyes were piercing, exuding an arrogant and domineering aura.
He stood outside the gate of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect and shouted loudly, "Xuanwu Heavenly Sect, you are already in your twilight years! Quickly hand over your sect's secret techniques and dismantle your sect's protective formation, or today will be the day of your annihilation!"
Upon hearing this, the disciples of Xuanwu Heavenly Sect all glared angrily.
However, they were filled with trepidation when facing powerful ancient sects such as the Earthly Palace and the Black Wolf Palace.
At this moment, a long, resonant bell rang out from the depths of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect, echoing between heaven and earth, as if possessing a calming power.
As the bell tolled, the disciples of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect were all invigorated.
This is a rallying order issued by the sect elders; they will fight to the end against Wuji Dao to protect the sect.
When the breath of the Qingxuan Ancestor ceased, strange phenomena appeared in the sky, with thunder and lightning, and the sound of weeping could be heard.
A world-shaking battle ensued, and the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect spent a great deal of effort to invite the Daoist lineage that had received the favor of the Qingxuan Ancestor to lend a helping hand.
Many of those traditional lineages with which they had a past relationship chose to remain on the sidelines and did not want to get involved.
However, the chain reaction triggered by this great war was too strong. Eighty percent of the immortal sects, great clans, and immortal dynasties in the thirteen counties of Zhongzhou were drawn into the war.
The Central Plains are in chaos, and the chaos has spread to the four major regions of the southeast, northwest and southwest. The entire Daoist tradition of the Tianchen Continent is either mired in or about to be mired in the quagmire of war.
The situation is no longer one where they can simply stop at will. Unless an emperor is born, this war will inevitably continue until one side is defeated.
Within a month, the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect's mountain gate was shattered, countless powerful sect members died in battle, and they were forced to relocate, giving up the resources they had originally occupied, thus declining into a minor sect.
Lin Fan had already anticipated this outcome when he heard about the situation of the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect. In his previous life, the fighting was extremely chaotic, and the entire Tianchen Continent was in complete disarray.
He didn't cause any more trouble for the Xuanwu Heavenly Sect, since almost all of their experts had died in battle, leaving only some ordinary disciples who posed no threat to him.
"The Great Emperor's legacy will be revealed in a month, so I should prepare myself first." He examined a piece of ice crystal; this thing would finally come in handy.
In the northern part of Zhongzhou, a blood-red steed darted across the sky, its hooves pounding, moving with lightning speed, leaving behind a blood-red afterimage.
Its aura is very strong, indicating it is a fourth-tier magical beast.
"Keep going, Jueying! We'll definitely find Senior Brother Lin!" Murong Xuanqiu encouraged, riding his demonic horse.
With two whooshing sounds, the shadowy figure pulled the carriage through the clouds.
"Senior Brother Lin must have gone to the Great Emperor's legacy ruins in the Southern Wilderness. As long as we get there before the legacy is revealed, we'll definitely find him." Her pretty face was beaming with a smile. If she met him this time, she would definitely take care of things first and not let him get away again.
In Zhongzhou, at the ruins of the Xuantian Sect, the place where the Qingxuan Ancestor passed away, lies a cave thousands of feet underground.
There is an underground river with a rapid current, where countless extremely yin spiritual energies gather on the surface of the river and merge into the array above.
Countless talismans intertwined, and chains entwined, binding a black figure at the end.
Her long, flowing hair fell loosely, and she remained motionless for a long time.
Suddenly the head moved, its black hair fluttering, moving even without wind, as if it were a life force trying to survive.
A delicate smile appeared amidst her black hair, and her eyes revealed a hint of fervor.
She glanced up in the direction of Xuanwu Heavenly Sect and sneered, "These bastards have finally been wiped out, and the dragon vein they guarded has been stolen. I can finally see the light of day again."
"Hmph, Lin Fan, you can't escape this life. Crawl at my feet!" Her expression was somewhat manic, then her arms trembled slightly, and a violent power spread out, causing the entire mountain range to collapse.
"Achoo!" Lin Fan suddenly felt a chill spread throughout his body. It was the height of summer, so why was he suddenly feeling cold?
"Some pig must be cursing me," he muttered, continuing his journey towards the southern part of Zhongzhou.
"What a pity, time is too tight, otherwise I really wanted to go listen to the music and experience the local customs and culture of Zhongzhou."
He gazed down at the city below, where a vibrant nightlife flourished, and even among the cultivators, there were occasional peculiarities…
"The Central Plains have fallen into chaos so quickly?" Lin Fan was surprised, thinking that the Demonic Path was moving too fast.
In the far west, in the Western Regions' City That Never Sleeps, the demonic path is stirring. Many powerful figures are closely watching the turmoil in the Central Plains, waiting for an opportunity to rescue the sealed leader of the demonic path.
The Demonic Path also rules over this territory, where the killing spirit is extremely strong, the mountains are rugged, and the clouds and mist swirl around, as if shrouded in a mysterious fog.
At the summit of the mountain stands a magnificent palace, the palace of the Demon Lord. Enveloped in demonic energy, it exudes a chilling pressure, as if even the air itself trembles.
"Demon Lord, the Central Plains are in chaos. Should we send troops to attack the sealed lineage and rescue the nine Demon Lords together?"
A man dressed in black armor walked in, knelt down, and asked.
Wu Qiankun leaned lazily on the throne, one hand supporting his face, his eyes swirling with black demonic energy.
"Still no news from Ye Luo and Wu Wang?" he asked.
When he was the Crimson Moon Demon Lord, Ye Luo and Wu Wang were his right-hand men, who made great contributions to him.
However, when he was reincarnated, they had no news of him.
"Your Majesty, Ye Luo and Wu Wang betrayed us after your reincarnation. They defected to the human camp, and ninety percent of the strongmen of our Crimson Blood Palace died because of their schemes."
"Oh?" Wu Qiankun's eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous aura unconsciously flowed through him. How dare they betray him.
"Where are they now?" he asked.
"They perished hundreds of years ago, but the lineage they established is still being passed down."
"Send a few more people to wipe them out!" Wu Qiankun waved his hand, as if he were talking about something very simple and ordinary.
"Do you have any news about Lin Fan?" he asked again.
"Reporting to the Demon Lord, according to the intelligence we have, Lin Fan has been expelled from the Qingxiao Sect and has been heading south to the Central Plains. We speculate that his goal is the Great Emperor's inheritance, the Great Emperor's inheritance in the Wilderness Valley!"
"In that case, let's make preparations. It would be best to stir up the trouble in Zhongzhou even more, and wait for the right opportunity to rule Zhongzhou again," Wu Qiankun said calmly.
He waved his hand, dismissing the powerful demonic cultivator. At this moment, he still posed a significant threat and needed to go into seclusion to recuperate.
Before going into seclusion, he walked out of the main hall, through a narrow corridor, and finally entered the secret chamber of the main hall.
There lay a black coffin, carved with strange and bizarre patterns, resembling mutually devouring demons, terrifying monsters crawling out of the deepest hell.
He opened the coffin lid and looked at the person lying inside, but could not sense any sign of life.
He then left the secret chamber, needing to begin a long period of seclusion.
After he left, a series of electric hissing sounds came from the coffin.
"Ding! Congratulations, host! Your Devouring Luck System has been credited to your account. Do you wish to bind it?"
The room was quiet and there was no response. After a while, the hum of electricity resumed.
"Host has been detected dead. Automatic system binding will automatically consume 50,000 Luck Points to exchange for a Soul Returning Pill!"
After a while, the system fell silent again.
"The system has detected that the host's luck is negative, and will automatically recharge the host with 100,000 luck points!"
"Confirmed exchange of Soul Return Pill. Insufficient Luck Points. Recharge the system with another 100,000 Luck Points."
"The system has detected that the host's luck value is negative. The system will recharge the host with another 100,000 luck points."
"Host's luck value has been detected as negative again. The system will automatically recharge 200,000 luck points!"
After several attempts, the system went silent.
"Cao**, you idiot!"
系统吐出一句话，然后强烈的电流声滋滋作响，一个时辰后，石室再度变回沉默。
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