A month later, at the back mountain of Tianxu Palace, a dreamlike place where romanticism and fantasy cultivation intertwine.
The mountains rise one after another, shrouded in mist and clouds, as if the most exquisite brushstrokes of nature have sketched a series of flowing paintings between heaven and earth.
Colorful flowers bloom on the cliffs, like stars adorning the night sky.
The crystal-clear stream cascades down from the mountaintop, transforming into ribbons of silver silk that meander through the forest and over the rocks, producing a melodious tinkling sound.
The air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the freshness of grass and trees, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if all their troubles have gone with the wind.
The cave in the back mountain is rich in spiritual energy, making it a blessed land for cultivation. Inside the cave, there is a young man who is concentrating with his eyes closed. He is Lin Fan.
His mind was still, as if he had fallen into endless darkness.
He didn't know how much time had passed when his thoughts drifted to a distant time and space, to his hazy memories.
"Where am I?" He looked around at his surroundings. This was the Qingxiao Sect. He was covered in injuries, and Fang Shaohuo, an outer disciple, was crying beside him.
Long Aotian and the Qingxiao Sect disciples had different expressions, their eyes filled with disgust and hatred.
His spiritual veins were destroyed, and he was then carelessly discarded in the forbidden area like trash.
There are no living beings here, no spiritual energy; those who have been crippled simply cannot survive.
He felt weary and exhausted, and slowly closed his eyes.
A figure in a white dress walked in. Looking at the unconscious boy, she gently stroked his face, then picked him up and walked deeper into the forbidden area.
A white altar stood in the center of the forbidden area, with a black bead floating on it.
She gently put Lin Fan down, then took out a bottle of blood and poured it onto the altar. Not long after, the altar was destroyed, the runes that suppressed the bead were erased, and she took the bead into her hand.
"Senior Brother, you must live on."
A sobbing sound rang in his ears. Lin Fan tried to open his eyes but couldn't. She placed the bead on Lin Fan's forehead to help him refine it.
He slightly opened his eyes and saw the white-dressed figure receding into the distance in a daze. He raised his hand to try and grab her, but he could never reach her.
"Lin Fan, you dared to steal the Evil Dragon Relic! You deserve to be executed!"
A sword light, accompanied by a sharp sound, slashed down. Lin Fan suddenly woke up, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Why do I suddenly dream of scenes from my past life, with memories constantly flooding back? Who is the person who took the evil dragon's relic from the altar?
In the Qingxiao Sect, attempting to obtain the Evil Dragon Relic is a capital offense. Who would do something so dangerous for their own sake?
However, he remembered something else. In his previous life, after he became a demon, he had seen Chu Yunying once in Zhongzhou during the war between immortals and demons. At that time, her hair was snow-white, and her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, just like she looks now.
I only caught a fleeting glance at it then, and I thought I was seeing things.
Lin Fan stood on the cliff, his gaze calm yet profound.
Chu Yunying walked over and looked at her senior brother's hair, which was somewhat gray, and her beautiful eyes dimmed a little.
"Senior Brother, the demonic path has receded. We will soon be able to recover and rebuild the Qingxiao Sect," she said softly.
Lin Fan turned around and said, "Let it go if it's over. What kind of eternal and immortal lineage is there in this world?"
"The demonic path will make a comeback. If I can quell the chaos, I will do what I love."
"Whatever you want to do, Senior Brother, I will support you and walk with you through it all," Chu Yunying said, looking at him.
Lin Fan remained calm and finally nodded gently.
The two then went into seclusion. Lin Fan glanced at Chu Yunying's secluded cultivation cave, then took out the Seven Star Sky-Stepping Diagram and moved the cave into the array's space.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, the leaders of all the Daoist sects in Zhongzhou want to meet you!" Tian Xuzi walked over and said with a smile.
Lin Fan's presence here is undoubtedly a pillar of strength, giving them confidence and peace of mind.
"No need, I'm going into seclusion. I'll need to trouble your sect then." Lin Fan waved his hand, indicating that he was going into seclusion to break through to the next level.
"Fellow Daoist, are you planning to retaliate?" Tianxuzi asked.
Lin Fan has already stood at the pinnacle of the continent, his strength no less than that of the Demonic Path Supreme, which has shocked all the lineages of the Tianchen Continent.
Since ancient times, trying to shake the Demon Lord with the Tribulation Transcending Realm is like throwing an egg against a rock, but Lin Fan did it.
If he breaks through to the Great Emperor level, he will surely be able to pacify the Western Demon Realm.
“That’s right. The demonic path is rampant. Once the Demon Lords have recovered to their peak strength, it will be even more difficult for us to win,” Lin Fan said.
After saying that, he went into seclusion. The Taixu Palace strictly forbade its disciples from coming here, and none of them were allowed to disturb Lin Fan.
Spring comes and autumn goes, winter snow covers everything, tides rise and fall, time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Neither Lin Fan nor Chu Yunying emerged from their seclusion, and the Western Demon Realm was also stirring, lingering on the western border.
"Ding: Congratulations to the host for successfully cultivating a Great Emperor. Reward: Primordial Heavenly Skill!"
"The host agrees to learn the cultivation technique. The learning progress is at the ninth level of the Hunyuan Heavenly Technique."
Lin Fan emerged from seclusion. Gazing at the swirling black mist and overwhelming killing intent on the western border, he sensed that Long Aotian had also entered that realm.
Chu Yunying emerged from her secluded cultivation place, her aura very stable. She had survived five tribulations of lightning over the past ten years, making her one of the most powerful individuals on the Tianchen Continent.
"Senior Brother, may I go?" She could see Lin Fan's determination; the final battle between immortals and demons was inevitable.
"Only if you stay here can I deal with Long Aotian with peace of mind," Lin Fan said.
"It's come to this point, doesn't Senior Brother still believe me?" Chu Yunying said.
So many years have passed, and Lin Fan still doesn't want to take me with him?
"Whether I live or die is meaningless to me; I hope you can live," Lin Fan said.
"And what about you?" Chu Yunying asked.
"Let fate decide," Lin Fan said calmly, gazing into the distance.
"I still want to go out and fight, to avenge my master, senior sister, and junior sisters." Chu Yunying's eyes were sharp, less cold and more melancholy.
"Once I kill Long Aotian, I'll definitely capture the other demons so you can take revenge," Lin Fan said.
He turned around and looked at Chu Yunying quietly.
"Junior sister, there's a question I've been wondering about, and I'd like to ask you for help!"
"What is it?" Chu Yunying looked at him in confusion.
"Back then, my junior sister was only at the Golden Core stage. How did she manage to break through the altar and retrieve the Evil Dragon Relic?" Lin Fan asked.
Chu Yunying paused for a moment, her thoughts returning to the past. As if remembering something, her pretty face suddenly turned red, and she whispered, "It was just a gamble. I just wanted Senior Brother to survive; I didn't think that much about it."
"Here you go!" Lin Fan took out a jade bottle and handed it to her, saying, "Take this."
"What is this?" She opened the bottle and sniffed it.
"Hehuan Powder!" Lin Fan said.
Chu Yunying's pretty face turned even redder. She secretly glanced at her senior brother, still doubtful, but she raised her snow-white neck and swallowed it.
After taking the medicine, Chu Yunying fainted. Lin Fan held her and said softly, "Don't blame me. I wasn't confident of winning this duel either."
He carried Chu Yunying back to his cave, then took out the Heaven-Shielding Pearl and placed it into her body, before casting several restrictions on her.
Even if Long Aotian uses tricks, as long as there is demonic energy in Taixu Palace, the restriction will be activated, and he will be teleported to an uninhabited place.
He then set up several restrictions in the cave to make sure no one could break in before leaving with peace of mind.
Fengxi fell off the cliff, glanced at the cave, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.
"Are you really planning to keep her here?"
Lin Fan looked into the distance and said, "I owe her and Junior Sister Xuanqiu too much. This time, let me protect her."
"I thought you wouldn't develop feelings for her!" Fengxi said calmly.
Lin Fan said, "Leave Long Aotian to me, and the other Demon Lords to you. Can you manage that?"
"Don't worry, I won't give them any chance. I will definitely create a peaceful world for your junior sister," Fengxi said.
The two arrived at the Taixu Palace, which was filled with the leaders of various sects from the Central Continent, including the leaders of the major beast clans. When everyone looked at Lin Fan and Feng Xi, their eyes became filled with awe.
"Are you ready for a final battle against the demonic forces?"
Feng Xi stood up and spoke softly, an aura of emperor spreading out, his eyes sharp.
This is the prestige and aura she has earned over the years, exuding a noble and proud air, like a queen.
"We swear to follow the two emperors to the death and fight against the evil forces!"
Everyone swore a blood oath; they had waited too long for this day.
Powerful figures burst forth from the Taixu Palace, their roars echoing as they charged toward the Western Demon Realm.
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