The swamp is shrouded in mist all year round. It is covered with swamps and vegetation, yet it exudes an eerie stillness.
Even under a clear blue sky and blazing sun, you can't feel the sunlight; you only feel a bright glow, but when you look up, you can't see the sun.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the copper coin array fused with the light screen. The depths of the swamp held secrets of the universe, which must be a mysterious array left behind by an ancient powerful being.
A thick aura of death swept over him, and he felt an indescribable sense of oppression enveloping his heart. He proceeded with extreme caution with every step he took, afraid of touching the hidden currents in the swamp.
Suddenly, a clear bell sound reached their ears, and Lin Fan's heart stirred. He then led them to quickly cross the swamp.
The bell rang crisply, as if it came from the void. A beam of light enveloped the three of them, distorting space and teleporting them away.
Lin Fan felt dizzy and lightheaded. He opened his eyes only after the discomfort subsided.
This is an ancient palace, cast in bronze. Despite the passage of time, it still exudes a faint golden light, as if it possesses an immortal will.
He gazed at the ancient palace, a strange sense of vigilance and apprehension rising within him. He sensed an unusually dangerous aura, as if it were a terrifying haunted house.
Lin Fan looked at the two unconscious women, and no matter how he called out to them, he couldn't wake them up.
There should be no danger here. He glanced into the depths of the palace, as if a strange call was being drawn to him.
He stood up, took a deep breath, and decided to step into the depths of the bronze palace.
The hall was dimly lit, with only a few faint lamps flickering.
He walked carefully, afraid of disturbing something.
A cold wind blew past ahead, and Lin Fan felt a chill. He clenched his fists and continued forward.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Fan finally arrived at the depths of the Bronze Palace.
There, he saw a huge bronze altar with a massive bronze seal on it, and a large group of enormous figures kneeling before it.
Even after countless years, the aura he exudes is still terrifying; just one glance at him makes you feel like you're about to explode.
Lin Fan stared at the figure, and saw it move. It raised its head, its face contorted with rage, its eyes bloodshot, as if it were about to break through the seal at any moment.
"It's been a long time since anyone has come. You're very nice!"
The man's face was dry and wrinkled, like old tree bark, and looked terrible. He smiled at Lin Fan, revealing his sharp white teeth, but his eyes held an extremely eerie power.
Lin Fan was startled, not expecting that this guy could still speak. The latter was emanating an extremely dense black aura, like an endless ocean surging and roaring. He had not felt such terrifying pressure for a long time.
For a brief moment, he felt his mind go blank, as if he had lost control of it; he must have been affected.
He composed himself and replied, "You are one of the Ten Great Demon Lords? And you are suppressed here?"
Upon hearing this, the man laughed loudly: "I am the Evil Demon Lord! Young man, you are indeed exceptionally talented. It seems that the demonic path has not declined, and there are still people who know about me!"
His eyes were enigmatic and unfathomable, like the vast starry sky.
However, the Evil Demon Lord saw through Lin Fan's "background" at a glance. A young demon with a fully developed demonic heart must have a very high status in the demonic path, which is why he knew where he was imprisoned.
"It's a pity you're too weak to help me escape!" He felt very sorry that Lin Fan was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. With that kind of strength, he would probably have been reduced to ashes as soon as he touched the altar.
Lin Fan remained calm and said, "How will we know if we don't try?"
His eyes flickered, and his mood darkened slightly. It turned out that not only was there the inheritance of the Great Emperor here, but the Demon Lord was also being suppressed. If he had known about this guy's existence in his previous life, would he have released him to fight against Long Aotian?
He quickly shook his head; without being in that situation, he wouldn't know what decision he would make.
The Evil Demon Lord was a figure from ancient times who caused immense damage to the Central Plains, leaving nearly half of the Central Plains severely wounded.
His methods are very sinister; it is rumored that he has the ability to captivate people's minds, and once someone's mind is controlled by him, they will go crazy.
In ancient times, countless holy maidens from immortal sects fell under his spell, their hearts and souls captivated by him, leading them to betray their sects.
Although he was later sealed away, the saintesses still did not awaken to the truth and were eventually killed by various sects.
If you believe him, you are very likely to fall into a trap.
Lin Fan almost fell for the trap just now, but he was able to get rid of it quickly. Therefore, the Evil Demon Lord looked at him with higher regard. Although he didn't have high hopes, he also felt that Lin Fan could create a miracle, which was very contradictory.
The Demon Lord was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "If you can help me escape this predicament, I will choose you as my successor and have you inherit my mantle."
Lin Fan smiled calmly. He had already guessed that the Demon Lord would say this. If the Evil Demon Lord wanted to escape, he was his only chance.
He secretly pondered that this might be an opportunity to completely eliminate the Evil Demon Lord and weaken the power of Wu Qiankun's camp.
So he nodded and said, "I wonder how we can save the Demon Lord?"
“As long as I can recover my power, or if you can destroy a corner of the altar, I can break free. But with your power, you cannot shake the altar at all, let alone get close to me,” said the Evil Demon Lord.
This seal is very strong. Even if an old monster in the Tribulation Transcending stage enters, it cannot be shaken in the slightest. Only if someone with the same power as the Demon Lord attacks the altar can it be destroyed.
Years of suppression have weakened his power through sealing, and the sealing itself has also consumed his power, so he is currently in a state of balance. If he can recover to the level of a Demon Lord, he will naturally be able to break the balance and destroy the altar from within.
"I have a medicine called Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Powder, which can help the Demon Lord recover to his peak condition," Lin Fan said, taking out a bottle of Demon Transformation Powder and guaranteeing its effectiveness.
"But how are you going to get in? Given your condition, entering the altar will immediately result in your being killed and reduced to ashes. Even if you go up to the altar, you won't be able to give me the medicine," the Evil Demon Lord sneered.
Confidence is a good thing, but blind confidence is arrogance and overestimating one's abilities.
"What if I had this?" Lin Fan took out a leaf of ice crystal. A person who could seal a Demon Lord must be at least at the Great Emperor level, so that leaf of ice crystal should be useful.
When the Demon Lord saw the ice crystal in his hand, his eyes lit up with a burning light, and he said, "Heaven is helping me! You are truly my beloved disciple."
His eyes were bright, and he even changed his form of address. Sure enough, people in the demonic path don't care about face. As long as Lin Fan holds a leaf of ice crystal, the altar will not reject him and will naturally be able to deliver the medicine.
"Come on up quickly, I'll pass on my mantle to you as soon as I'm free," he said anxiously.
He had waited countless years, and finally this day had come. He would soon see the light of day again, and this time he was determined to conquer Zhongzhou.
Lin Fan, however, was in no hurry. He played with the Demon-Transforming Powder in his hand. This stuff was very effective; anyone who used it would know.
Seeing that he hadn't moved for a while, Xie Qing asked, "Why aren't you coming over?"
Lin Fan laughed and said, "You are the Demon Lord, with unparalleled strength. I'm worried that after you escape, you might regret it and slap me to death. That would be a great injustice."
The Demon Lord's face was grim, and he said coldly, "You don't believe me? I am the Supreme Demon Lord, how could I break my promise?"
"That's not necessarily true. I only trust myself!" Lin Fan said.
The Demon Lord of Evil asked, "Then what do you want?"
"You swear that after you escape, you will not lay a hand on me, and you will not use any means or methods to control me," Lin Fan said.
The Demon Lord of Evil Love remained silent, staring at Lin Fan for a long time. Seeing that the latter's expression remained unchanged and his eyes showed no change, he wanted to get angry, but the seal prevented him from using his demonic powers.
"Alright, I promise you." He gritted his teeth and finally swore an oath.
Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction and began to walk toward the altar. As soon as he took his first step, a vast pressure descended, almost making him kneel down.
Although the altar did not reject him, the lingering power of suppressing the Demon Lord still affected him; even a slight one could make it difficult for him to move an inch.
Seeing that he wasn't overwhelmed by the altar's power at first step, the Evil Demon Lord glanced at him again and thought even more highly of him.
The residual power emanating from the altar was so great that even a Nascent Soul stage expert would have to kneel down if they were not used to it.
But he reacted quickly, instantly releasing spiritual power to dissipate the pressure, and withstood it thanks to his unwavering will.
No wonder he was able to stand out among the powerful demonic cultivators and find this place with his Nascent Soul stage strength; he truly has extraordinary abilities.
He originally thought that as long as he could get rid of it, he would immediately refine it, seize its sword heart, and integrate it into his own use.
Now I think Lin Fan is a remarkable person. If given enough time, he might be able to give the Tianchen Continent a shock, shine brightly in the demonic path, and change the immortal path because of him.
However, he was reluctant to pass on his mantle. He was well aware that if Lin Fan learned his unique skills, it would be detrimental to him in the future.
In the demonic path, the strong are respected, but there is no ethical code of heaven, earth, parent, teacher and disciple like in the immortal path. They can kill whoever they want. The strong prey on the weak, and killing each other between master and disciple is commonplace.
Lin Fan gritted his teeth, each step requiring a great deal of effort, feeling as if his body was carrying a mountain.
His legs trembled, as if his bones were about to break at any moment. He circulated his internal energy to resist the pressure of the altar and walked with difficulty toward the Evil Demon Lord.
No wonder he said it was difficult for him to get up there; the pressure alone almost overwhelmed him.
The Demon Lord of Evil Love watched him walk towards him step by step, his gaze as firm as iron, his eyes showing an unyielding spirit, which had its own unique style.
After spending half a day, he finally arrived in front of the Evil Demon Lord and opened the lid of the Demon-Transforming Powder.
The Demon Lord opened his mouth, grabbed the Demon Lord's chin, and poured the Demon-Transforming Powder into his mouth. Then, with all his might, he slammed the bottle into the bottle with a palm strike.
The Demon Lord of Evil coughed violently, staring at him with icy eyes, and said coldly, "Are you sick? Was it necessary to be so rough?"
He was furious. These young people in the demonic path have no respect for their elders. They slammed the whole bottle in, as if they were afraid they wouldn't get to eat it.
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