Yan Zongzhu noticed that Lin Fan’s originally powerful aura suddenly dimmed, as if he had become a living corpse, causing him some alarm.
This was something that had never happened since the founding of the Holy Sect. Yan wanted to intervene and check on him, but Lin Fan’s life force was still burning, at least indicating no immediate danger to his life.
“Where am I…?”
At that moment, Lin Fan opened his eyes and, seeing the scene before him, was stunned.
Wasn’t he just in the main hall? How did he end up here?
The sky was a blood-red expanse, and the rolling crimson clouds seemed alive, each surge causing countless corpses to fall from the heavens.
The world was perishing, an unspeakably tragic sight.
Piercing, mournful sounds came from the sky, shaking Lin Fan’s spirit with terror.
It was horrifying—simply too terrifying.
“Why am I floating in the air?” At this moment, Lin Fan realized he was hovering, his body seeming insubstantial and shifting.
Just then, a massive object fell from above him. Lin Fan looked up, panic evident on his face, instinctively trying to raise his hands to block.
“Whoosh…”
The giant corpse passed straight through Lin Fan’s body in an instant and continued falling downward.
What was going on? Could it be that he was transparent?
At this moment, Lin Fan was truly bewildered. He looked down at the quickly descending corpse, his heart pounding even more violently.
This wasn’t human—it looked more like a demon.
“Boom…”
At that moment, an oppressive aura erupted from the heavens, sending shockwaves that scattered the blood-red clouds. Lin Fan floated upward, wanting to see what was happening.
As he approached, the sound of thunderous drums echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
“Kill…”
When Lin Fan saw the scene ahead, his heart was shaken. A killing aura pressed down on him so heavily that he could barely breathe.
On one side were humans, and on the other were those enormous beings he had just seen.
The winds and clouds shifted violently. The massive creatures crushed humans like tiny chicks or devoured them whole, one after another.
Lin Fan trembled all over, an unprecedented fear rising in his heart. At the same time, a surge of anger burned within him like a raging fire.
…
At that moment, a pitch-black colossal hand stretched forth from the void above the sky, causing space itself to shatter along its path. This dark, enormous hand, blocking out the sky and sun, reached toward the side of the humans.
But in that very instant, a streak of light flashed from afar, and a giant axe, radiating an overwhelming might, cleaved through the monstrous hand. Without hesitation, the axe continued flying toward Lin Fan’s direction.
Lin Fan made no attempt to dodge, as he knew his body was merely an illusion.
Yet at that moment, his expression changed drastically—because the aura emanating from the axe had locked onto him.
“No…” Lin Fan cried out in panic.
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Deep within the main hall.
At this moment, Yan Zongzhu was growing anxious. It had already been three days and three nights. Why hadn’t Lin Fan awakened yet? If it weren’t for the faint breath of life still detectable, Yan might have truly believed Lin Fan was dead.
Just then, Lin Fan suddenly screamed in terror.
“Lin Fan…” Yan Zongzhu immediately stepped forward, placing a hand on Lin Fan’s shoulder.
At this moment, Lin Fan was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, his eyes bloodshot.
“I’m back…” Looking around at the familiar environment and then at Yan Zongzhu, Lin Fan finally exhaled in relief.
It was too terrifying—just too terrifying.
Even now, the images from moments ago still lingered in Lin Fan’s mind: humans crushed like ants by those enormous beings, utterly helpless, unable to resist in the slightest.
Where exactly was that battlefield? Could it be the Xuanhuang Realm?
No, probably not. That place was like hell itself, the entire sky dyed red.
“Are you alright?” Yan Zongzhu asked.
“I’m fine,” Lin Fan shook his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Did you see the Ancestor?” Yan Zongzhu questioned.
“The Ancestor?” Lin Fan looked up, puzzled. See the Ancestor? What did that mean? Just now, not only had he not seen any ancestor, he had nearly been scared to death by those horrifying scenes.
“Yes. Every sect leader, no matter what they experienced during their enlightenment, saw the Ancestor. Did you not see him?” Yan asked in surprise.
This statue contained a fragment of the Ancestor’s divine consciousness. Those who underwent the enlightenment process could receive the Ancestor’s legacy.
Hmm?
At that moment, Lin Fan’s expression suddenly changed. With a flip of his palm, a giant axe abruptly appeared.
Staring in shock at the axe in his hand, Lin Fan realized it was the very same one that had severed the giant black hand in that vision. How could it have followed him back here?
“This can’t be…” Yan Zongzhu, upon seeing the axe, immediately had his expression shift dramatically, clearly in a state of disbelief.
The axe looked ordinary—nothing fancy about it, just a simple, unadorned weapon. Yet Lin Fan could sense a terrifying aura radiating from it.
It was an aura of ancient eternity.
Sect Master Yan noticed that Lin Fan’s once vigorous aura had suddenly dimmed, as if he had turned into a living dead. This alarmed him greatly.
This was something that had never happened since the founding of the Sacred Sect. He wanted to intervene and investigate, but Lin Fan’s life force was still burning, at least there was no immediate danger to his life.
“Where is this…”
At this moment, Lin Fan opened his eyes and was stunned by the scene before him.
Wasn’t he in the grand hall? How did he end up here?
The sky was a deep crimson, with rolling red clouds that seemed alive, exhaling and inhaling. With each breath, corpses fell from the sky.
The world was perishing, a scene of utter devastation.
Piercing cries echoed from the heavens, shaking Lin Fan to his core.
It was terrifying, truly terrifying.
“Why am I floating in the air?” Lin Fan realized he was floating, his body shifting and changing.
At that moment, a colossal creature fell from above Lin Fan. He looked up, panicked, and tried to shield himself with his hands.
“Whoosh…”
The massive corpse passed right through Lin Fan’s body and continued to fall.
What was going on? Was he transparent?
Lin Fan was now in a state of panic. He glanced at the rapidly falling corpse, his heart trembling violently.
This wasn’t a human; it looked more like a demon.
“Boom…”
At that moment, an overwhelming aura erupted from the sky, dispersing the crimson clouds with its shockwaves. Lin Fan flew upward, wanting to see what was happening.
As he approached, the sound of thunderous drums filled the air.
“Kill…”
When Lin Fan saw the scene ahead, his mind was shaken. A murderous aura pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.
On one side were humans, and on the other were the colossal creatures he had just seen.
The scene was chaotic and tragic. The massive creatures were crushing humans like ants, either squeezing them to death or swallowing them whole.
Lin Fan trembled, a wave of unprecedented fear washing over him, followed by a burning rage.
…
At that moment, a giant black hand emerged from the void, tearing through the sky. It was so vast it blotted out the sun, reaching for the human side.
But in that instant, a flash of light appeared in the distance. A massive axe, radiating immense power, severed the black hand. The axe didn’t stop; it flew straight toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan didn’t dodge, knowing he was just a phantom.
But then, his expression changed. The aura of the axe had locked onto him.
“No…” Lin Fan cried out in panic.
…
Deep within the grand hall.
Sect Master Yan was growing anxious. It had been three days and nights, and Lin Fan still hadn’t woken up. If it weren’t for the faint signs of life, he might have thought Lin Fan was dead.
At that moment, Lin Fan suddenly let out a terrified scream.
“Lin Fan…” Sect Master Yan immediately stepped forward, placing a hand on Lin Fan’s shoulder.
Lin Fan was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, his eyes bloodshot.
“I’m back…” Lin Fan looked around, then at Sect Master Yan, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
It was terrifying, truly terrifying.
The images he had just seen were still vivid in his mind—humans being crushed like insects by those massive creatures, with no chance to fight back.
Where was that place of slaughter? Could it be the Profound Yellow Realm?
No, it couldn’t be. That place was like hell, with the entire sky dyed red.
“Are you alright?” Sect Master Yan asked.
“I’m fine,” Lin Fan shook his head, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Did you see the Ancestor?” Sect Master Yan inquired.
“The Ancestor?” Lin Fan looked up, confused. See the Ancestor? What did that mean? The scene he had just witnessed was terrifying enough; he hadn’t seen any Ancestor.
“Yes, every sect master, regardless of what they comprehend, sees the Ancestor. Did you not see him?” Sect Master Yan asked in surprise.
The statue contained a wisp of the Ancestor’s divine consciousness. Those who meditated before it would receive the legacy passed down by the Ancestor.
Huh?
At that moment, Lin Fan’s expression changed. He flipped his hand, and suddenly, a massive axe appeared.
Lin Fan stared in shock at the axe in his hand. It was the same axe that had severed the black hand in the vision. How had it followed him here?
“This can’t be…” Sect Master Yan, upon seeing the axe, was equally stunned, clearly in disbelief.
The axe looked ordinary, without any elaborate designs—just a plain axe. But Lin Fan could feel an aura emanating from it that made his heart tremble.
It was an ancient aura.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering the divine artifact, the Eternal Axe, albeit incomplete.”
“The Eternal Axe,” Sect Master Yan exclaimed, looking at the axe in Lin Fan’s hand.
The Sacred Sect’s legacy, in essence, was about receiving something from the Ancestor. The Ancestor had left a wisp of his divine consciousness in the statue, allowing descendants to meditate before it and receive suitable inheritances.
These inheritances were things the Ancestor himself had possessed.
In the past, some had received pills, but most received cultivation techniques.
But now, a weapon had appeared. This was unprecedented.
The Eternal Axe was the Ancestor’s weapon, which had disappeared along with him. How could it now be inherited by a disciple during the legacy process?
Could the Ancestor be trying to convey some message?
While Sect Master Yan was lost in thought, Lin Fan was inwardly delighted.
“At least there’s some humanity. You scared me half to death, but you knew to compensate me with a divine artifact. Not bad, not bad.”
“Even if it’s incomplete, it’s still a divine artifact.”
Lin Fan was overjoyed. As for the vision he had just experienced, he didn’t want to recall it.
“Sect Master, what’s wrong? Is there something amiss?” Lin Fan asked.
Sect Master Yan looked at Lin Fan and shook his head. This wasn’t right. How could this happen?
“Lin Fan, let me see the Eternal Axe,” Sect Master Yan said.
“Alright,” Lin Fan handed over the axe, not worried that Sect Master Yan would try to take it.
But the moment Sect Master Yan touched it, the Eternal Axe erupted with a blinding light, forcing him back.
Lin Fan was stunned.
This was incredible. Sect Master Yan was at the peak of the Great Heaven Realm, yet even he was forced back.
This… a divine artifact truly lived up to its name. It was that domineering.
Sect Master Yan looked at the Eternal Axe, his heart trembling slightly.
“The divine artifact has a spirit. It seems it has recognized you as its master,” Sect Master Yan said with a hint of envy.
“Hehe…” Lin Fan chuckled. He could see the envy and jealousy in Sect Master Yan’s eyes. After all, he had inherited a divine artifact.
“The Eternal Axe.” Yan Zongzhu gazed at the axe in Lin Fan’s hand, exclaiming in astonishment.
The Holy Sect’s legacy, in truth, was based on treasures obtained from the Ancestor. The Ancestor had left a fragment of his divine consciousness within this statue, allowing future generations to meditate before it and receive suitable inheritances from the Ancestor’s own possessions.
Sect Master Yan noticed that Lin Fan’s once vigorous aura had suddenly dimmed, as if he had turned into a living corpse. This alarmed him greatly. Such an event had never occurred since the founding of the Sacred Sect. He wanted to intervene and investigate, but Lin Fan’s life force was still burning within him, at least indicating that his life was not in immediate danger.
“Where is this…?” At this moment, Lin Fan opened his eyes and was stunned by the scene before him. Wasn’t he just in the grand hall? How did he end up here?
The sky was a deep crimson, with rolling red clouds that seemed alive, exhaling and inhaling, each breath causing corpses to fall from the heavens. The world was in ruin, a scene of utter desolation. Piercing cries echoed from the sky, shaking Lin Fan to his core. It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
“Why am I floating in the air?” Lin Fan realized he was suspended in mid-air, his body flickering and shifting. Just then, a massive creature descended from above. Lin Fan looked up in panic, trying to shield himself with his hands.
“Whoosh…” The enormous corpse passed right through Lin Fan’s body and continued its descent. What was happening? Was he transparent? Lin Fan was bewildered. He glanced at the rapidly falling corpse and felt a violent tremor in his heart. It wasn’t human—it resembled a demon.
“Boom…” At that moment, an overwhelming aura erupted from the sky, dispersing the crimson clouds with its shockwaves. Lin Fan flew upward, wanting to see what was happening. As he approached, the sound of thunderous drums filled the air.
“Kill…” When Lin Fan saw the scene ahead, his mind was shaken. A murderous aura pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. On one side were humans, and on the other were the massive creatures he had just seen. The battle was fierce and tragic. The creatures crushed humans like ants, either crushing them or devouring them whole.
Lin Fan trembled with fear, a sense of dread he had never felt before washing over him. At the same time, a burning rage ignited within him.
…
Just then, a colossal black hand emerged from the void, tearing through the sky as it reached for the human side. But in that instant, a flash of light streaked across the horizon. A giant axe, radiating immense power, severed the black hand and continued its trajectory toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan didn’t dodge, knowing he was just a phantom. But then his expression changed—the axe’s aura had locked onto him.
“No…” Lin Fan cried out in panic.
…
Deep within the grand hall, Sect Master Yan was growing anxious. Three days and nights had passed, and Lin Fan still hadn’t awakened. If not for the faint signs of life, he might have thought Lin Fan was dead. Just then, Lin Fan suddenly screamed in terror.
“Lin Fan!” Sect Master Yan rushed forward, placing a hand on Lin Fan’s shoulder.
Lin Fan was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, his eyes bloodshot.
“I’m back…” Lin Fan looked around, then at Sect Master Yan, and finally let out a sigh of relief. It had been horrifying, absolutely horrifying. The images of humans being crushed like insects by those massive creatures were still vivid in his mind. There had been no chance for resistance.
Where was that place of slaughter? Could it be the Profound Yellow Realm? No, it couldn’t be. That place was like hell, with the entire sky painted red.
“Are you alright?” Sect Master Yan asked.
“I’m fine,” Lin Fan shook his head, wiping the sweat from his brow.
“Did you see the Ancestor?” Sect Master Yan inquired.
“The Ancestor?” Lin Fan looked up, confused. See the Ancestor? What did that mean? The scenes he had just witnessed were terrifying enough without any mention of an ancestor.
“Yes, every sect master, regardless of what they comprehend, sees the Ancestor. Did you not see him?” Sect Master Yan asked in surprise.
The statue contained a wisp of the Ancestor’s divine consciousness. Those who meditated before it would receive the legacy passed down by the Ancestor.
Hmm.
At that moment, Lin Fan’s expression changed. He flipped his hand, and suddenly, a giant axe appeared.
Lin Fan stared in shock at the axe in his hand. It was the same axe that had severed the black hand in the vision. How had it followed him here?
“This can’t be…” Sect Master Yan, upon seeing the axe, was equally stunned, clearly unable to believe what he was seeing.
The axe was unremarkable, lacking any ornate decorations, appearing to be just an ordinary axe. Yet, Lin Fan could sense an ancient, awe-inspiring aura emanating from it.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering the divine artifact, the Eternal Axe, albeit incomplete.”
“The Eternal Axe,” Sect Master Yan exclaimed, looking at the axe in Lin Fan’s hand.
The Sacred Sect’s legacy, in essence, was about inheriting something from the Ancestor. The Ancestor had left a strand of divine consciousness within the statue, allowing descendants to meditate before it and receive suitable inheritances. These inheritances were things the Ancestor himself had possessed.
In the past, the inheritances had included elixirs, but more often, they were cultivation techniques. For a weapon to appear was unprecedented.
The Eternal Axe was the Ancestor’s weapon, which had disappeared along with him. How could it now be inherited by a disciple during the legacy process? Was the Ancestor trying to convey some message?
While Sect Master Yan was lost in thought, Lin Fan was inwardly delighted.
“At least there’s some humanity here. I was scared half to death earlier, and now I get a divine artifact as compensation. Not bad, not bad.”
“Even if it’s incomplete, it’s still a divine artifact.”
Lin Fan was overjoyed. As for the scenes he had just experienced, he didn’t want to recall them.
“Sect Master, what’s wrong? Is there something amiss?” Lin Fan asked.
Sect Master Yan looked at Lin Fan and shook his head. Something was off. How could this have happened?
“Lin Fan, let me take a look at the Eternal Axe,” Sect Master Yan said.
“Sure,” Lin Fan handed the axe over without fear of Sect Master Yan trying to claim it.
But the moment Sect Master Yan touched it, the Eternal Axe erupted with a blinding light, forcing him back.
Lin Fan’s eyes widened in amazement.
This was incredible. Sect Master Yan was at the peak of the Great Heaven Realm, yet even he was repelled. This… this was the power of a divine artifact. It was truly awe-inspiring.
Sect Master Yan gazed at the Eternal Axe, a slight tremor in his heart.
“The divine artifact has a spirit. It seems it has recognized you as its master,” Sect Master Yan said with a hint of envy.
“Heh heh…” Lin Fan chuckled. He could see the envy and jealousy in Sect Master Yan’s eyes. After all, he had inherited a divine artifact.
For a weapon to appear now was simply unheard of.
The Eternal Axe was the Ancestor’s personal weapon. It had vanished along with the Ancestor long ago. How could it possibly appear now during an inheritance ceremony, chosen by a disciple?
Could it be that the Ancestor was trying to send some kind of message?
While Yan Zongzhu was deep in thought, Lin Fan’s mood had already lightened.
“At least there’s some humanity left. After scaring the hell out of me, you even compensate me with a divine artifact. Not bad, not bad.”
“Although this divine artifact is incomplete, no worries. Even broken, it’s still a divine weapon.”
At this moment, Lin Fan’s heart was filled with joy, and he had no desire to recall the terrifying vision he had just experienced.
“Master, what’s wrong? Could there be something off?” Lin Fan asked Yan Zongzhu.
Yan Zongzhu looked at Lin Fan and shook his head. Something was definitely off.
“Lin Fan, let me take a look at the Eternal Axe,” Yan requested.
“Sure.” Lin Fan had no fear of Yan trying to steal it, so he handed the axe over.
However, the moment Yan touched it, the Eternal Axe suddenly emitted a blinding light, forcing Yan to retreat.
Seeing this, Lin Fan’s eyes widened in shock.
How powerful! Yan Zongzhu was at the peak of the Grand Heaven Realm, yet he was still pushed back.
This… truly lived up to being a divine artifact—so impressive.
Yan Zongzhu stared at the Eternal Axe, his heart slightly trembling.
“A divine artifact has its own will. It seems it has already acknowledged you as its master,” Yan finally said, his voice tinged with envy.
“Hehe…” Lin Fan chuckled. He could already sense Yan’s envy and jealousy. After all, he had inherited a divine artifact.
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