The Seven Sages’ Treasure Map ends here. Lin Fan never expected that the Seven Sages had actually encountered their destined person. Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder who this destined individual could be, someone so pitiful and seemingly terribly unlucky.
However, in Lin Fan’s opinion, the Seven Sages might have been cornered by him, leaving them no choice but to seize the first person who came along, regardless of their talent or fortune, and immediately take over their body to continue cultivation.
The Seven Sages had divided their consciousness into multiple fragments, scattering them across various forbidden zones. This approach was clearly the most effective, as it maximized their chances of success.
Still, Lin Fan thought it hardly mattered. Even if they found someone to take over, what could they do? The next time he encountered them, he would simply swat them away like a fly.
Lin Fan looked at the sacred wutong tree and sighed helplessly.
Not long ago, the tree’s aura had been vibrant and strong, but as time passed, the sacred wutong tree was gradually withering away. If he couldn’t find a way to save it soon, this celestial sacred tree might perish under his watch.
Lin Fan was naturally delighted about the wutong tree’s unique abilities.
It automatically absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, converting it into experience, constantly increasing his own cultivation.
“It’s time to head to the Wastelands,” Lin Fan said, rising from underground and floating in midair, gazing into the distance.
“Help… me…”
Suddenly, a faint voice echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.
This voice seemed familiar—it had appeared once a year ago. Now it had returned, leaving Lin Fan puzzled.
“Just how am I supposed to help you…?”
Lin Fan didn’t know what to do. Ever since he absorbed a fragment of the Heavenly Dao’s will, he occasionally felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, as if something momentous was about to happen.
“Hey, speak clearly! Don’t keep leaving things half-said. How exactly am I supposed to save you?” Lin Fan was helpless. He usually had little interest in riddles or cryptic messages.
Yet no matter how hard Lin Fan tried to call out, the voice remained silent, offering no further response.
“The Seven Sacred Treasures Map” has come to an end here. Lin Fan never expected that Seven Sacred would actually encounter a destined individual. However, it remains unknown who this person is, and it’s quite tragic and unfortunate.
In Lin Fan’s view, Seven Sacred, that old dog, might have been driven to a dead end by him. In desperation, Seven Sacred likely seized any opportunity to possess someone, regardless of their talent or fortune, just to continue cultivating.
Seven Sacred divided his divine consciousness into multiple parts, scattering them across various forbidden lands. This method was evidently correct, as it maximized the chances of success.
However, Lin Fan didn’t care much about it. Even if Seven Sacred managed to find a host, what could he do? If they crossed paths again, Lin Fan would simply slap him to death.
Lin Fan glanced at the Divine Phoenix Tree and sighed helplessly.
A while ago, its aura was still vibrant, but as time passed, the tree gradually withered. If a solution wasn’t found soon, this divine tree of heaven and earth might perish in his hands.
Lin Fan was naturally delighted by the miraculous uses of the Divine Phoenix Tree.
It automatically absorbed the true essence of heaven and earth, converting it into experience, allowing his own experience to grow continuously.
“It seems it’s time to visit the Desolate Lands,” Lin Fan thought as he emerged from underground, floating in the void, gazing at the distant horizon.
“Save… me…”
At that moment, a weak voice suddenly echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.
This voice had appeared once a year ago, and now it had returned, leaving Lin Fan puzzled.
“How exactly am I supposed to save you…”
Lin Fan was at a loss. Ever since he absorbed a fragment of the Heavenly Dao’s will, he often felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, as if something significant was about to happen.
“Hey, hey… finish your sentence! Don’t just say half of it. How am I supposed to save you?” Lin Fan was frustrated. He had little patience for these riddle-like questions.
But no matter how Lin Fan called out, the voice that had just spoken remained silent.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, then tore through the void, heading toward the Desolate Lands.
The Desolate Lands, located at the farthest edge of the Eastern Spirit Continent, were a barren wasteland, rarely visited by humans.
…
“Saintess, we can’t hold on much longer.”
In the Desolate Lands, a peerlessly beautiful young woman stood atop a massive altar. On the altar stood a colossal statue that seemed to tower over the heavens and earth, as if overlooking all realms.
The Saintess glanced at her people and nodded slightly before turning her gaze to the distance.
In the distance, a fierce battle raged, with blood and qi rising into the sky, staining the heavens and earth red.
The people of the Desolate Tribe gathered together, their faces grave as they faced the demonic entities before them.
A group of demonic spirits, devoid of physical bodies, gazed greedily at the Desolate Tribe. Among these spirits, the slain members of the Desolate Tribe had been resurrected, wielding their weapons to attack their former kin.
The Nether Fiends, evil beings from the Nine Nethers, fed on the essence, energy, and spirit of humans, eventually possessing and controlling their hosts.
Ling’er stood atop the altar, her expression somber as she watched the fiends.
“Is the future truly real?” Ling’er felt lost at this moment.
She could see through the future, witnessing events yet to come.
But she had never foreseen the scene unfolding before her.
“Hand over your Saintess, and I’ll spare the Desolate Tribe. Otherwise, I’ll raze this place to the ground,” said a jade-like young man standing behind the Nether Fiends, his aura domineering as he looked down upon the world.
If Lin Fan were here, he would have been shocked. This was none other than Chen Xuan, the self-proclaimed supreme genius who had once been humiliated by Lin Fan.
Chen Xuan looked at the situation before him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Having spent a year in the Nine Nethers, Chen Xuan had thrived.
With his strength, he had dominated the Nine Nethers, encountering few who could rival him.
He had already found two fragments of the Supreme Token, and in the Nine Nethers, he had established his own dominion, recruiting countless Nether Fiends to serve him.
What excited Chen Xuan the most was that he had inadvertently connected with the source of the Nine Nethers and even gained its recognition, greatly enhancing his cultivation.
Upon returning to the Eastern Spirit Continent, Chen Xuan’s first thought was to find the person who had once humiliated him. However, the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao had issued him a command to bring back the Saintess of the Desolate Tribe.
To Chen Xuan, the Desolate Tribe was insignificant. With his current strength, he could annihilate them with a wave of his hand.
But sometimes, moving too quickly made things less interesting.
Thus, Chen Xuan summoned the Nether Fiends, forcing the Desolate Tribe to fight among themselves while he watched calmly, finding great amusement in the chaos.
In Chen Xuan’s eyes, he was always a man of destiny.
Blessed with great fortune, he was invincible. The setback he had faced a year ago was merely a test in his eyes.
“Tribe members, do not fear,” Ling’er said, her face showing a trace of worry as she closed her eyes and began to chant softly.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a mysterious force began to take shape.
A mystical ancient well materialized in the void.
This ancient well was meant to enhance the strength of the Desolate Tribe. But at that moment, Ling’er was horrified to see the well shatter and dissipate into nothingness.
“How is this possible?” Even the usually composed Ling’er was stunned, her face filled with disbelief.
The sacred ancient well, formed through prayer, couldn’t possibly vanish. It was impossible…
As long as the Heavenly Dao existed, the ancient well would never perish.
…
Chen Xuan laughed as he watched the scene unfold. “Saintess, stop wasting your energy. This is a futile struggle. Surrender now and stop clinging to false hope.”
Though Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled as to why the Heavenly Dao wanted him to bring back the Saintess of the Desolate Tribe, he didn’t dwell on it.
If he had once doubted the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he now believed in it completely.
Thinking back, he had once been an ordinary person. But after being chosen by this self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he had cultivated for a hundred years, reaching his current level of power. It was truly extraordinary.
“If you want to take the Saintess, you’ll have to step over our corpses,” the fierce-looking members of the Desolate Tribe formed a protective wall around the Saintess on the altar.
Seeing their fallen kin resurrected and turned against them, they were filled with terror. But no matter what, they had to protect the Saintess and prevent the enemy from succeeding.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. Kill them,” Chen Xuan sneered, completely unfazed. With a flick of his sleeve, he issued the command calmly.
The Saintess watched the scene before her, her heart no longer able to remain calm.
In that moment, she saw the future…
The land littered with corpses, the Desolate Tribe wiped from existence.
“Do you want to ‘plow the earth’ again?”
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
Ling’er looked up into the void, her heart trembling when she saw the newcomer.
Chen Xuan was also puzzled when he heard the voice, unsure who it was.
But when he heard the phrase “plow the earth,” his crotch tightened involuntarily. For Chen Xuan, this was a tragedy he could never forget.
However, when he saw the figure in the void, his expression turned to one of pure rage.
It was that guy again…
The Wastelands lay at the farthest edge of the Eastern Lingzhou, a desolate and barren region rarely entered by humans.
…
“High Priestess, everyone is barely holding on.”
At that moment, deep within the Wastelands, a peerlessly elegant young girl stood atop a massive altar. Upon this altar stood a colossal statue, towering into the heavens, as if surveying countless worlds.
The High Priestess nodded slightly at her clanspeople before turning her gaze toward the distant horizon.
The horizon was filled with chaos and bloodshed, the sky dyed crimson.
The Wasteland Clan had gathered together, facing the demonic entities before them with solemn expressions.
These demons had no physical forms, their eyes filled with greed as they stared at the Wasteland Clan. Among them, the slain members of the Wasteland Clan had risen again, raising their weapons and turning against their former kin.
“The Seven Sacred Treasures” has come to an end here. Lin Fan never expected that Seven Sacred would actually encounter a destined person. However, it’s unclear who this destined person is, and it’s quite tragic and unfortunate.
But in Lin Fan’s view, Seven Sacred, that old dog, might have been driven to a dead end by him. In the end, as long as someone could be found, regardless of their talent or fortune, Seven Sacred would seize their body to continue cultivation.
Seven Sacred divided his divine consciousness into multiple parts, scattering them across various forbidden lands. This method was evidently correct, as it maximized the chances of success.
However, Lin Fan thought it didn’t matter much. Even if Seven Sacred found someone to possess, what could he do? If they met again, Lin Fan would simply slap him to death.
Lin Fan looked at the Wutong Divine Tree and sighed helplessly.
Some time ago, its aura was still vibrant, but as time passed, the Wutong Divine Tree gradually withered. If a solution wasn’t found soon, this divine tree of heaven and earth might die in his hands.
Lin Fan was naturally delighted by the wondrous uses of the Wutong Divine Tree.
It automatically absorbed the true essence of heaven and earth, converting it into experience, allowing his own experience to grow continuously.
“It seems it’s time to visit the Desolate Lands,” Lin Fan emerged from underground, floating in the void, gazing at the distant horizon.
“Save… me…”
At that moment, a weak voice suddenly echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.
This voice had appeared once a year ago, and now it reappeared, leaving Lin Fan somewhat puzzled.
“How exactly should I save you…”
Lin Fan was at a loss. Since absorbing a bit of the Heavenly Dao’s will, he often felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, as if something significant was about to happen.
“Hey… finish your sentence, don’t just say half of it. How should I save you…” Lin Fan was exasperated. He had little interest in such riddle-like questions.
But no matter how Lin Fan called out, the voice that had just appeared did not respond again.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, then tore through the void and headed towards the Desolate Lands.
The Desolate Lands, located at the farthest edge of the Eastern Spirit Continent, were a desolate place, rarely visited by humans.
…
“Saintess, we can’t hold on much longer.”
In the Desolate Lands, a peerlessly beautiful young woman stood on a massive altar, atop which stood a colossal statue that seemed to overlook all realms.
The Saintess looked at her clansmen and nodded slightly, then turned her gaze to the distance.
In the distance, a fierce battle raged, with blood qi rising and staining the heavens and earth red.
The people of the Desolate Clan gathered together, their faces grave as they faced the demonic spirits before them.
A group of demonic spirits, without physical bodies, gazed greedily at the Desolate Clan. Among these spirits, the slain Desolate Clan members had resurrected, wielding their weapons and turning against their own kin.
The Netherfiends, evil entities from the Nine Netherworlds, absorbed the essence, qi, and spirit of humans, eventually possessing and controlling them.
Huang Ling’er stood on the altar, looking at the fiends with a sense of loss.
“Will the future truly come to pass?” Huang Ling’er felt lost at this moment.
She could see through the future, witnessing what would happen.
But she had not foreseen the scene before her now.
“Hand over your Saintess, and I will spare your Desolate Clan. Otherwise, I will raze it to the ground.” Behind the group of Netherfiends, a jade-like young man with an imposing aura stood, looking down upon the world.
If Lin Fan were here, he would be shocked. This was none other than Chen Xuan, the self-proclaimed supreme being who had been thoroughly beaten by him.
Chen Xuan looked at the situation before him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Having spent a year in the Nine Netherworlds, Chen Xuan had lived quite comfortably.
With his strength, he had been able to dominate there, rarely encountering any opponents.
He had found two fragments of the Supreme Tokens and had even established a dominion in the Nine Netherworlds, recruiting countless Netherfiends to serve him.
What excited Chen Xuan even more was that he had inadvertently connected with the origin of the Nine Netherworlds and had even gained its recognition, greatly enhancing his cultivation.
Upon returning to the Eastern Spirit Continent, Chen Xuan’s first thought was to find the one who had humiliated him. However, the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao had issued a command, ordering him to bring back the Saintess of the Desolate Clan.
To Chen Xuan, the Desolate Clan was insignificant. With his current strength, he could annihilate them with a mere flick of his hand.
But sometimes, moving too quickly could be dull.
Thus, Chen Xuan summoned the Netherfiends, letting the Desolate Clan members kill each other while he watched calmly. To Chen Xuan, this was a most enjoyable spectacle.
In Chen Xuan’s eyes, he had always been a man of destiny.
Blessed with great fortune, he was invincible. The setback a year ago was, in his view, merely a test.
“Clansmen, do not fear.” Huang Ling’er looked at the situation before her, a trace of worry on her face. She then closed her eyes and began to chant softly.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a mysterious force began to form.
A mystical ancient well materialized in the void.
This ancient well was meant to enhance the strength of the Desolate Clan members. But at that moment, Huang Ling’er was horrified to see the ancient well in the void suddenly shatter and dissipate into nothingness.
“How is this possible?” Even the usually composed Huang Ling’er was shocked, her face filled with disbelief.
The mystical ancient well, formed through prayer, could not possibly vanish. It was impossible…
The Heavenly Dao is eternal, and so is the ancient well.
…
Chen Xuan looked at the scene before him and laughed. “Saintess, don’t waste your energy. This is a futile struggle. Surrender quietly and stop this desperate resistance.”
Although Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled as to why the Heavenly Dao wanted him to bring back the Saintess of the Desolate Clan, he didn’t dwell on it much.
If he had once doubted the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao’s shadow, he now believed it wholeheartedly.
Thinking back, he had once been an ordinary person. But after being chosen by this self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he had cultivated for a hundred years and reached his current level of cultivation. It was truly astonishing.
“If you want to take the Saintess, you’ll have to step over our corpses.” The fierce-looking Desolate Clan members formed a protective wall around the Saintess on the altar.
Seeing their fallen clansmen resurrected one by one, they were filled with terror. But at this moment, they were determined to protect the Saintess at all costs, never allowing the enemy to succeed.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. Kill them…” Chen Xuan sneered, not taking them seriously at all. He then flicked his sleeve and spoke indifferently.
The Saintess looked at the scene before her, her heart no longer able to remain calm.
At this moment, she saw the future…
Corpses littered the ground, and the Desolate Clan vanished from the face of the earth.
“Do you want to ‘day the earth’ again?”
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
Huang Ling’er looked into the void, and when she saw the newcomer, her heart trembled violently.
Chen Xuan, upon hearing the voice, was also puzzled, unsure of who it was.
But when he heard the phrase “day the earth,” his crotch tightened instinctively. For Chen Xuan, this was a tragedy he could never forget.
However, when he saw the person in the void, Chen Xuan’s expression turned to one of pure rage.
It was that guy again…
Standing atop the altar, Huang Ling’er watched the evil beings with a look of sorrow.
“Will the future truly come to pass?” At that moment, Huang Ling’er felt lost.
She could see through time, witnessing the events of the future.
Yet she had not foreseen this very scene unfolding before her eyes.
“Hand over your High Priestess, and your Wasteland Clan may yet be spared. Refuse, and we shall reduce you to dust,” a jade-like youth declared from behind the demonic horde. His aura was resolute, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield like a god.
If Lin Fan were here, he would be shocked beyond belief. This youth was none other than Chen Xuan—the self-proclaimed unrivaled genius who had once been soundly defeated by Lin Fan.
Chen Xuan gazed at the scene before him, a faint smile curling his lips.
“The Seven Sacred Treasures” has come to an end. Lin Fan never expected that Seven Sacred would actually encounter a destined individual. However, who this person is remains a mystery, and it’s quite a tragic and unfortunate turn of events.
From Lin Fan’s perspective, it’s possible that Seven Sacred, that old dog, was driven to desperation by him. In the end, anyone who came along, regardless of their talent or fortune, was directly possessed to begin cultivation.
Seven Sacred divided his divine consciousness into multiple parts, scattering them across various forbidden lands. This method was evidently correct, as it maximized the chances of success.
However, Lin Fan didn’t care much about it. Even if Seven Sacred managed to find someone to possess, so what? If they crossed paths again, Lin Fan would simply slap them to death.
Lin Fan glanced at the Wutong Divine Tree and sighed helplessly.
Not long ago, its aura was still vibrant. But as time passed, the Wutong Divine Tree gradually withered. If a solution wasn’t found soon, this divine tree of heaven and earth might perish at his hands.
Lin Fan was naturally delighted by the wondrous effects of the Wutong Divine Tree.
It automatically absorbed the true essence of heaven and earth, converting it into experience, allowing his own experience to grow continuously.
“It seems it’s time to visit the wilderness,” Lin Fan emerged from the ground, floating in the void, gazing at the distant horizon.
“Save… me…”
At that moment, a weak voice suddenly echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.
This voice had appeared once a year ago, and now it had returned, leaving Lin Fan somewhat puzzled.
“How exactly am I supposed to save you…”
Lin Fan was at a loss. Ever since he absorbed a fragment of the Heavenly Dao’s will, he often felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, as if something significant was about to happen.
“Hey, hey… finish your sentence, don’t just say half of it. How am I supposed to save you…” Lin Fan was exasperated. He had little interest in such riddle-like questions.
But no matter how much Lin Fan called out, the voice that had just appeared remained silent.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, then tore through the void, heading towards the wilderness.
The wilderness, located at the farthest edge of the Eastern Spirit Continent, was a desolate place, rarely visited by humans.
…
“Saintess, we can’t hold on much longer.”
In the wilderness, a peerlessly beautiful young woman stood on a massive altar. On the altar was a towering statue that seemed to overlook all realms.
The Saintess glanced at her people and nodded slightly before turning her gaze to the distance.
In the distance, a fierce battle raged, blood staining the heavens and earth.
The people of the wilderness gathered together, their faces grave as they faced the demonic entities before them.
A group of bodiless demons gazed greedily at the wilderness people. Among these demons, the slain wilderness people had been resurrected, wielding their weapons to attack their former kin.
The Nether Demons, evil beings from the Nine Nethers, absorbed the essence of humans, eventually possessing and controlling them.
Huang Ling’er stood on the altar, her expression somber as she looked at the demons.
“Will the future truly come to pass?” Huang Ling’er felt lost at this moment.
She could see through the future, witnessing events that were yet to unfold.
But she had never foreseen the scene before her now.
“Hand over your Saintess, and I’ll spare the wilderness people. Otherwise, I’ll raze this place to the ground.” Behind the Nether Demons, a jade-like young man stood with an air of dominance, his gaze sweeping across the world.
If Lin Fan were here, he would have been shocked. This was none other than Chen Xuan, the self-proclaimed supreme being who had been utterly defeated by Lin Fan.
Chen Xuan looked at the scene before him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Having spent a year in the Nine Nethers, Chen Xuan had thrived.
With his strength, he had been able to dominate the Nine Nethers, encountering few who could rival him.
He had already found two fragments of the Supreme Token and had established a stronghold in the Nine Nethers, recruiting countless Nether Demons to serve him.
What excited Chen Xuan even more was that he had inadvertently connected with the source of the Nine Nethers and even gained its recognition, greatly boosting his cultivation.
Upon returning to the Eastern Spirit Continent, Chen Xuan’s first thought was to find the person who had humiliated him. But the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao had issued him a command to bring back the Saintess of the wilderness people.
To Chen Xuan, the wilderness people were insignificant. With his current strength, he could annihilate them with a wave of his hand.
But sometimes, moving too quickly could be dull.
Thus, Chen Xuan summoned the Nether Demons, letting the wilderness people kill each other while he watched calmly. To Chen Xuan, this was a delightful spectacle.
In Chen Xuan’s eyes, he had always been a man of destiny.
Blessed with great fortune, he was invincible. The setback a year ago was merely a test in his eyes.
“People, do not fear.” Huang Ling’er looked at the situation, a trace of worry on her face. She then closed her eyes and began to chant softly.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a mysterious force began to take shape.
A mystical ancient well materialized in the void.
This ancient well could enhance the strength of the wilderness people. But at that moment, Huang Ling’er was horrified to see the ancient well shatter and dissipate into nothingness.
“How is this possible?” Even the usually composed Huang Ling’er was shocked, her face filled with disbelief.
The ancient well of prayers, how could it vanish? This was impossible…
The Heavenly Dao is eternal, and so is the ancient well.
…
Chen Xuan laughed as he watched the scene unfold. “Saintess, don’t waste your energy. This is a futile struggle. Surrender quietly and stop resisting.”
Though Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled as to why the Heavenly Dao wanted him to bring back the Saintess of the wilderness people, he didn’t dwell on it much.
If he had once doubted the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao’s shadow, he now believed in it wholeheartedly.
Thinking back, he had once been an ordinary person. But after being chosen by this self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he had cultivated for a hundred years, reaching his current level of strength. It was truly astonishing.
“If you want to take the Saintess, you’ll have to step over our corpses.” The wilderness people, their faces fierce, formed a protective wall around the Saintess on the altar.
Seeing their fallen kin resurrected, they were filled with terror. But no matter what, they had to protect the Saintess and not let the enemy succeed.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. Kill them…” Chen Xuan sneered, completely unfazed. With a wave of his sleeve, he issued the command.
The Saintess watched the scene, her heart no longer able to remain calm.
At this moment, she saw the future…
Corpses littered the ground, and the wilderness people vanished from the world.
“Do you want to ‘day the earth’ again?”
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
Huang Ling’er looked up into the void, her heart trembling when she saw who had arrived.
Chen Xuan, upon hearing the voice, was also puzzled, unsure of who it was.
But when he heard the phrase “day the earth,” Chen Xuan’s crotch tightened involuntarily. “Day the earth” was a tragedy he could never forget.
However, when he saw the person in the void, Chen Xuan’s expression turned to one of pure rage.
It was that guy again…
With his strength, he had dominated the realm, facing no equal.
“The Seven Sacred Treasures” has come to an end. Lin Fan never expected that the Seven Sacred One would actually encounter a destined individual. However, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pity for this person, who seemed to be incredibly unfortunate.
In Lin Fan’s view, the Seven Sacred Old Dog might have been driven to a dead end by him. In desperation, the Seven Sacred One would seize any opportunity to possess someone, regardless of their talent or fortune, just to continue cultivating.
The Seven Sacred One had divided his consciousness into multiple parts, scattering them across various forbidden lands. This method, though seemingly effective, was the one with the highest chance of success.
However, Lin Fan didn’t care much about it. Even if the Seven Sacred One managed to find a host, Lin Fan was confident that he could easily crush him the next time they met.
Lin Fan glanced at the Divine Phoenix Tree and sighed helplessly.
Not long ago, the tree’s aura was still vibrant. But as time passed, it gradually withered. If a solution wasn’t found soon, this divine tree of heaven and earth might perish in his hands.
Lin Fan was naturally delighted by the miraculous effects of the Divine Phoenix Tree.
It automatically absorbed the true essence of heaven and earth, converting it into experience, which continuously increased his own experience.
“It seems it’s time to visit the Desolate Lands,” Lin Fan emerged from the ground, floating in the void, gazing at the distant horizon.
“Save… me…”
At that moment, a faint voice suddenly echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.
This voice had appeared once a year ago, and now it had returned, leaving Lin Fan puzzled.
“How exactly should I save you…”
Lin Fan was at a loss. Ever since he absorbed a fragment of the Heavenly Dao’s will, he often felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, as if something significant was about to happen.
“Hey… finish your sentence, don’t just say half of it. How should I save you…” Lin Fan was exasperated. He had little patience for such riddles.
But no matter how much Lin Fan called out, the voice that had just appeared remained silent.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, then tore through the void, heading towards the Desolate Lands.
The Desolate Lands, located at the farthest edge of the Eastern Spirit Continent, were a desolate place, rarely visited by humans.
…
“Saintess, we can’t hold on much longer.”
In the Desolate Lands, a peerlessly beautiful young woman stood on a massive altar. On the altar was a towering statue that seemed to overlook all realms.
The Saintess glanced at her clansmen and nodded slightly, then turned her gaze to the distance.
In the distance, a fierce battle raged, with blood staining the heavens and earth.
The Desolate Clan members gathered together, their faces grave as they faced the demonic entities before them.
A group of demonic entities, devoid of physical bodies, gazed greedily at the Desolate Clan. Among these demons, the slain Desolate Clan members had been resurrected, wielding their weapons to attack their former kin.
These were the Nether Demons, evil beings from the Nine Netherworlds that fed on the essence of humans, possessing and controlling their hosts.
Huang Ling’er stood on the altar, her expression filled with sorrow as she watched the demons.
“Will the future truly be like this?” Huang Ling’er felt lost at this moment.
She could see the future, the events that were destined to unfold.
But she had never foreseen the scene before her.
“Hand over your Saintess, and I will spare the Desolate Clan. Otherwise, I will raze it to the ground.” Behind the horde of Nether Demons, a jade-like young man with an imposing aura stood, looking down upon the world.
If Lin Fan were here, he would be shocked. This was none other than Chen Xuan, the self-proclaimed supreme genius who had been humiliated by Lin Fan.
Chen Xuan looked at the situation before him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Having spent a year in the Nine Netherworlds, Chen Xuan had thrived.
With his strength, he had dominated the Nine Netherworlds, encountering no worthy opponents.
He had already found two fragments of the Supreme Token and had established his dominance in the Nine Netherworlds, amassing a legion of Nether Demons under his command.
What excited Chen Xuan the most was that he had inadvertently connected with the origin of the Nine Netherworlds and had even gained its recognition, greatly enhancing his cultivation.
Upon returning to the Eastern Spirit Continent, Chen Xuan’s first thought was to find the one who had humiliated him. However, the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao had issued him a command to bring back the Saintess of the Desolate Clan.
To Chen Xuan, the Desolate Clan was insignificant. With his current strength, he could annihilate them with a mere wave of his hand.
But sometimes, taking things too quickly could be dull.
Thus, Chen Xuan summoned the Nether Demons, allowing the Desolate Clan to turn on each other, while he watched with amusement.
In Chen Xuan’s eyes, he was always a man of destiny.
Blessed with great fortune, he was invincible. The setback from a year ago was merely a test in his eyes.
“Clansmen, do not fear.” Huang Ling’er looked at the situation before her, a trace of worry on her face. She then closed her eyes and began to chant softly.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a mysterious force began to take shape.
A mystical ancient well materialized in the void.
This ancient well was meant to enhance the strength of the Desolate Clan members. But at that moment, Huang Ling’er was horrified to see the ancient well shatter and dissipate into nothingness.
“How is this possible?” Even the usually composed Huang Ling’er was shocked, her face filled with disbelief.
The sacred ancient well, which they had prayed for, could not possibly vanish. It was impossible…
The Heavenly Dao is eternal, and so is the ancient well.
…
Chen Xuan laughed as he watched the scene unfold. “Saintess, don’t waste your energy. This is a futile struggle. Surrender quietly and stop resisting.”
Though Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled as to why the Heavenly Dao wanted him to bring back the Saintess of the Desolate Clan, he didn’t dwell on it.
If he had once doubted the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao’s shadow, he now believed in it wholeheartedly.
Thinking back, he had once been an ordinary person. But after being chosen by this self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he had cultivated for a hundred years, reaching his current level of strength. It was truly astonishing.
“If you want to take the Saintess, you’ll have to step over our corpses.” The fierce-looking Desolate Clan members formed a protective wall around the Saintess on the altar.
Seeing their fallen clansmen resurrected, they were filled with terror, but they were determined to protect the Saintess at all costs.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants, kill them…” Chen Xuan sneered, not taking them seriously at all. With a flick of his sleeve, he issued the command.
The Saintess watched the scene before her, her heart no longer able to remain calm.
At this moment, she saw the future…
Corpses littered the ground, and the Desolate Clan vanished from the face of the earth.
“Do you want to ‘day the earth’ again?”
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
Huang Ling’er looked up into the void, and when she saw the newcomer, her heart trembled.
Chen Xuan was also puzzled when he heard the voice, unsure of who it was.
But when he heard the phrase “day the earth,” Chen Xuan’s crotch tightened involuntarily. For him, “day the earth” was a tragedy he could never forget.
However, when he saw the person in the void, Chen Xuan’s expression turned to one of pure rage.
It was that guy again…
“The Seven Sacred Treasures Map” has come to an end here. Lin Fan never expected that Seven Sacred would actually encounter a destined person. However, who this destined person is remains a mystery, and it’s quite tragic and unfortunate indeed.
In Lin Fan’s view, Seven Sacred, that old dog, might have been driven to a dead end by him. In the end, as long as someone could be found, regardless of their talent or fortune, Seven Sacred would seize their body to continue cultivation.
Seven Sacred divided his divine consciousness into multiple parts, scattering them across various forbidden lands. Clearly, this method was correct, as it maximized the chances of success.
But in Lin Fan’s eyes, none of this mattered anymore. Even if Seven Sacred managed to find a body to possess, so what? If they ever crossed paths again, Lin Fan would simply slap him to death.
Lin Fan glanced at the Divine Phoenix Tree and sighed helplessly.
A while ago, its aura was still vibrant, but as time passed, the Divine Phoenix Tree gradually withered. If a life-saving method wasn’t found soon, this divine tree of heaven and earth might perish in his hands.
As for the miraculous uses of the Divine Phoenix Tree, Lin Fan was naturally delighted.
It automatically absorbed the true essence of heaven and earth, converting it into experience, allowing his own experience to grow continuously.
“The Wilderness, it seems it’s time to make a trip there,” Lin Fan emerged from underground, floating in the void, gazing at the distant horizon.
“Save… me…”
At that moment, a faint voice suddenly echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.
This voice had appeared once a year ago, and now it had returned, leaving Lin Fan somewhat puzzled.
“How exactly am I supposed to save you…”
Lin Fan was at a loss. Ever since absorbing a trace of the Heavenly Dao’s will, he often felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, as if something significant was about to happen.
“Hey, hey… finish your sentence, don’t just say half of it. How am I supposed to save you…” Lin Fan was exasperated. He had little interest in such riddle-like questions.
But no matter how much Lin Fan called out, the voice that had just appeared never responded again.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, then tore through the void, heading towards the Wilderness.
The Wilderness, located at the farthest edge of the Eastern Spirit Continent, was a desolate place, rarely visited by humans.
…
“Saintess, we can’t hold on much longer.”
In the Wilderness, a peerlessly beautiful young woman stood atop a massive altar. On the altar stood a towering statue that seemed to overlook all realms.
The Saintess glanced at her people and nodded slightly, then turned her gaze to the distance.
In the distance, a fierce battle raged, with blood mist rising and staining the heavens and earth.
The people of the Wilderness gathered together, their faces grave as they faced the demonic entities before them.
A group of demonic entities, without physical bodies, gazed greedily at the Wilderness people. Among these demons, the slain Wilderness people had been resurrected, wielding their weapons and turning against their former kin.
The Nether Demons, evil beings from the Nine Netherworlds, fed on the essence, energy, and spirit of humans, eventually possessing and controlling their hosts.
Huang Ling’er stood on the altar, looking at the demons with a hint of sorrow.
“Will the future truly come to pass?” Huang Ling’er felt lost at this moment.
She could see through the future, witnessing what was to come.
But she had never foreseen the scene before her now.
“Hand over your Saintess, and I’ll spare the Wilderness tribe. Otherwise, I’ll raze this place to the ground,” said a jade-like young man standing behind the Nether Demons, his demeanor commanding and his gaze sweeping across the world.
If Lin Fan were here, he would have been shocked. Wasn’t this Chen Xuan? The self-proclaimed unparalleled genius who had been thoroughly beaten by him.
Chen Xuan looked at the situation before him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Having spent a year in the Nine Netherworlds, Chen Xuan had thrived.
With his strength, he had practically run amok there, rarely encountering a worthy opponent.
He had already found two fragments of the Supreme Token, and in the Nine Netherworlds, he had established his dominance, recruiting countless Nether Demons to serve him.
What excited Chen Xuan even more was that he had inadvertently connected with the origin of the Nine Netherworlds and even gained its recognition, greatly boosting his cultivation.
Upon returning to the Eastern Spirit Continent, Chen Xuan’s first thought was to find the person who had humiliated him. But the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao had issued him a command: to bring back the Saintess of the Wilderness tribe.
To Chen Xuan, what was a mere Wilderness tribe? With his current strength, he could annihilate them with a wave of his hand.
But sometimes, moving too quickly could be dull.
Thus, Chen Xuan summoned the Nether Demons, letting the Wilderness people kill each other while he watched calmly. To Chen Xuan, this was a delightful spectacle.
In Chen Xuan’s eyes, he had always been a man of destiny.
Blessed with great fortune, he was invincible. As for the defeat a year ago, Chen Xuan saw it as nothing more than a test.
“Tribe members, do not fear,” Huang Ling’er looked at the situation before her, a trace of worry on her face. She then closed her eyes and began to chant softly.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a mysterious force began to take shape.
A mystical ancient well materialized in the void.
This ancient well was meant to enhance the strength of the Wilderness tribe. But at that moment, Huang Ling’er was horrified to see the ancient well in the void suddenly shatter and dissipate into nothingness.
“How is this possible?” Even the usually composed Huang Ling’er couldn’t hide her shock and disbelief at this sight.
The sacred ancient well, prayed for, how could it vanish? This was impossible…
The Heavenly Dao is eternal, and so is the ancient well.
…
Chen Xuan watched the scene unfold and laughed. “Saintess, don’t waste your energy. This is a futile struggle. Surrender quietly and stop resisting.”
Though Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled as to why the Heavenly Dao wanted him to bring back the Wilderness Saintess, he didn’t dwell on it much.
If he had once doubted the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao’s shadow, he now believed in it wholeheartedly.
Thinking back, he had once been an ordinary person. But after being chosen by this self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he had cultivated for a hundred years and reached his current level of strength. It was truly astonishing.
“If you want to take the Saintess, you’ll have to step over our corpses,” the fierce-looking Wilderness tribe members formed a protective wall around the Saintess on the altar.
Seeing their fallen tribe members resurrected one by one, they were filled with terror. But at this moment, they were determined to protect the Saintess at all costs, never letting the enemy succeed.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants, kill them…” Chen Xuan sneered, utterly dismissive of them. With a flick of his sleeve, he issued the command calmly.
The Saintess watched the scene before her, unable to remain composed.
At this moment, she saw the future…
Corpses littered the ground, and the Wilderness tribe vanished from the world.
“Do you want to ‘plow the earth’ again?”
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
Huang Ling’er looked into the void, and when she saw the newcomer, her heart trembled violently.
When Chen Xuan heard this voice, he was also puzzled, unsure who it was.
But upon hearing the phrase “plow the earth,” Chen Xuan seemed to recall something, and his crotch tightened involuntarily. “Plow the earth” was a tragedy Chen Xuan could never forget.
But when he saw the person in the void, Chen Xuan’s expression turned to one of pure rage.
It was that guy again…
Upon returning to Eastern Lingzhou, Chen Xuan had initially wanted to find the one who had once humiliated him. However, the so-called “Heavenly Dao” had issued him a command, ordering him to bring back the Wasteland Clan’s High Priestess.
In Chen Xuan’s eyes, what could a mere Wasteland Clan possibly do? With his current strength, he could annihilate them with a mere wave of his hand.
But sometimes, victory came too quickly, making things less enjoyable.
Thus, Chen Xuan summoned the Yaoxie, letting the Wasteland Clan fight among themselves while he watched in amusement. To him, this was a most delightful spectacle.
In Chen Xuan’s view, he had always been a person of grand fortune.
Blessed with immense luck, invincible and fearless, he regarded his defeat from a year ago merely as a test.
“Clan members, do not be afraid,” Huang Ling’er said gently, her expression filled with concern as she softly closed her eyes.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and an invisible force began to take shape.
“The Seven Sacred Treasures Map” concludes here. Lin Fan never expected that the Seven Sacred One would actually encounter a destined person. However, it’s unclear who this destined person is, and it’s quite unfortunate and unlucky.
In Lin Fan’s view, the Seven Sacred Old Dog might have been driven to a dead end by him. In the end, as long as someone could be found, regardless of their talent or fortune, he would directly possess them to continue his cultivation.
The Seven Sacred One divided his consciousness into multiple parts, dispersing them across various forbidden lands. This method was evidently correct, as it maximized the chances of success.
However, Lin Fan didn’t care much about these things. Even if the Seven Sacred One found someone to possess, what could he do? If they met again, Lin Fan would just slap him to death.
Lin Fan looked at the Wutong Divine Tree and sighed helplessly.
A while ago, its aura was still vibrant. But as time passed, the Wutong Divine Tree gradually withered. If a solution wasn’t found soon, this divine tree of heaven and earth might die in his hands.
Lin Fan was naturally delighted by the Wutong Divine Tree’s miraculous effects.
It automatically absorbed the true essence of heaven and earth, converting it into experience, constantly increasing his own experience.
“It seems it’s time to visit the Wildlands,” Lin Fan emerged from underground, floating in the void, gazing at the distant horizon.
“Save… me…”
At that moment, a weak voice suddenly echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.
This voice had appeared once a year ago, and now it had returned, leaving Lin Fan somewhat puzzled.
“How exactly should I save you…”
Lin Fan was at a loss. Ever since he absorbed a bit of the Heavenly Dao’s will, he often felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, as if something significant was about to happen.
“Hey… finish your sentence, don’t just say half of it. How should I save you…” Lin Fan was frustrated. He generally had little interest in such riddle-like questions.
But no matter how Lin Fan called out, the voice that had just appeared never responded again.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, then tore through the void, heading towards the Wildlands.
The Wildlands, located at the farthest edge of the Eastern Spirit Continent, were a desolate place, rarely visited by humans.
…
“Saintess, we can’t hold on much longer.”
At that moment, in the Wildlands, a peerlessly beautiful young woman stood on a massive altar. On the altar was a colossal statue that seemed to tower over the heavens and overlook all realms.
The Saintess looked at her people and nodded slightly, then turned her gaze to the distance.
In the distance, a fierce battle raged, with blood qi rising and staining the sky red.
The people of the Wildlands gathered together, their faces grave as they faced the demonic entities before them.
A group of demonic entities, without physical bodies, gazed greedily at the Wildlanders. Among these demons, the slain Wildlanders had been resurrected, wielding their weapons and turning against their former kin.
The Nether Demons, evil beings from the Nine Nethers, absorbed the essence of humans, eventually possessing and controlling them.
Huang Linger stood on the altar, looking at the demons with a sense of loss.
“Will the future truly be like this?” Huang Linger felt lost at this moment.
She could see through the future, witnessing what would happen.
But she had never foreseen the scene before her now.
“Hand over your Saintess, and I will spare the Wildlands. Otherwise, I will raze it to the ground.” Behind the group of Nether Demons, a jade-like young man with an imposing aura stood, looking down upon the world.
If Lin Fan were here, he would be shocked. This was none other than Chen Xuan, the self-proclaimed supreme being who had been humiliated by Lin Fan.
Chen Xuan looked at the situation before him, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Having spent a year in the Nine Nethers, Chen Xuan had lived quite comfortably.
There, with his strength, he had been virtually unstoppable, rarely encountering a match.
He had already found two fragments of the Supreme Token and had even established a dominion in the Nine Nethers, recruiting countless Nether Demons to serve him.
What excited Chen Xuan even more was that he had inadvertently connected with the origin of the Nine Nethers and had even gained its recognition, greatly boosting his cultivation.
Upon returning to the Eastern Spirit Continent, Chen Xuan’s first thought was to find the one who had humiliated him. However, the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao had issued him a command to bring back the Saintess of the Wildlands.
To Chen Xuan, the Wildlands were nothing. With his current strength, he could annihilate them with a wave of his hand.
But sometimes, moving too quickly could be dull.
Thus, Chen Xuan summoned the Nether Demons, letting the Wildlanders kill each other while he watched calmly. To Chen Xuan, this was a most enjoyable spectacle.
In Chen Xuan’s eyes, he had always been a man of destiny.
Blessed with great fortune, he was invincible. The setback a year ago was merely a test in his view.
“Clansmen, do not fear.” Huang Linger looked at the situation, a trace of worry on her face. She then closed her eyes and began to chant softly.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a mysterious force began to take shape.
A mystical ancient well materialized in the void.
This ancient well could enhance the strength of the Wildlanders. But at that moment, Huang Linger was horrified to see the ancient well in the void suddenly shatter and dissipate.
“How is this possible?” Even the usually composed Huang Linger was shocked, her face filled with disbelief.
The sacred ancient well of prayers, how could it vanish? This was impossible…
The Heavenly Dao is eternal, and the ancient well is indestructible.
…
Chen Xuan laughed as he watched the scene unfold. “Saintess, don’t waste your energy. This is a futile struggle. Surrender quietly and stop resisting.”
Though Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled as to why the Heavenly Dao wanted him to bring back the Saintess of the Wildlands, he didn’t dwell on it much.
If he had once doubted the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao’s shadow, he now believed in it wholeheartedly.
Thinking back, he had once been an ordinary person. But after being chosen by this self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he had cultivated for a hundred years and reached his current level of strength. It was truly astonishing.
“If you want to take the Saintess, you’ll have to step over our corpses.” The Wildlanders, their faces twisted in rage, formed a protective wall around the Saintess on the altar.
Seeing their fallen clansmen resurrected one by one, they were filled with terror. But at this moment, they had to protect the Saintess at all costs, never allowing the enemy to succeed.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. Kill them…” Chen Xuan sneered, not taking them seriously at all. He then flicked his sleeve and said indifferently.
The Saintess watched the scene before her, her heart no longer able to remain calm.
At this moment, she saw the future…
Corpses littered the ground, and the Wildlands vanished from the world.
“Do you want to ‘day the earth’ again?”
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
Huang Linger looked into the void, and when she saw the newcomer, her heart trembled violently.
Chen Xuan, hearing the voice, was also puzzled, not knowing who it was.
But when he heard the phrase “day the earth,” it triggered a memory, and his crotch tightened involuntarily. “Day the earth” was a tragedy Chen Xuan could never forget.
But when he saw the person in the void, Chen Xuan’s expression turned to one of pure rage.
It was that guy again…
This well was meant to enhance the strength of the Wasteland Clan. Yet, to Huang Ling’er’s horror, the well suddenly shattered and vanished into nothingness.
“This can’t be!” Even with her calm demeanor, Huang Ling’er’s expression changed drastically as she beheld this impossible sight.
How could the sacred well, the source of their power, vanish like this? It was unthinkable…
As long as the Heavenly Dao remained, the well should never be destroyed.
…
Chen Xuan laughed as he watched the scene unfold. “High Priestess, stop wasting your efforts. This is nothing but futile resistance. Surrender quietly and cease this desperate struggle.”
Though Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled as to why the Heavenly Dao had ordered him to bring back the High Priestess of the Wasteland Clan, he did not dwell on it.
If he had once doubted the so-called “Heavenly Dao” spirit, he now believed in it completely.
Just think—before, he had been an ordinary person. Yet after being chosen by this “Heavenly Dao,” he had cultivated for a hundred years and reached his current level of power. It was truly beyond comprehension.
“If you want to take the High Priestess, you’ll have to step over our dead bodies!” A fierce-looking Wasteland warrior stood in a protective wall, shielding the High Priestess atop the altar.
Seeing their fallen kin rise again filled the Wasteland warriors with terror. Yet no matter what, they would protect their High Priestess at all costs.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. Kill them all,” Chen Xuan sneered coldly, waving his sleeve dismissively as he issued the command.
Watching the chaos unfold, the High Priestess could no longer maintain her composure.
At that moment, she saw the future…
A field of corpses, the Wasteland Clan wiped from existence.
“Do you want to get ‘ripped off’ again?”
Suddenly, a voice rang out across the heavens.
“The Seven Sacred Treasures Map” concludes here. Lin Fan never expected that the Seven Sacred One would actually encounter a destined person. However, it remains unknown who this destined person is, and it’s quite unfortunate and unlucky for them.
In Lin Fan’s view, the Seven Sacred Old Dog might have been driven to a dead end by him. In desperation, as long as someone came along, regardless of their talent or fortune, the Seven Sacred One would seize their body to continue cultivation.
The Seven Sacred One divided his spiritual consciousness into multiple parts, dispersing them across various forbidden lands. This method was evidently correct, as it maximized the chances of success.
However, Lin Fan didn’t care much about it. Even if the Seven Sacred One found someone to possess, what could he do? If they met again, Lin Fan would simply slap him to death.
Lin Fan looked at the Wutong Divine Tree and sighed helplessly.
A while ago, its aura was still vigorous, but as time passed, the Wutong Divine Tree gradually withered. If a solution wasn’t found soon, this divine tree of heaven and earth might die in his hands.
Lin Fan was naturally delighted by the wondrous uses of the Wutong Divine Tree.
It automatically absorbed the true essence of heaven and earth, converting it into experience, which continuously increased his own experience.
“It seems it’s time to visit the desolate lands,” Lin Fan emerged from underground, floating in the void, gazing at the distant horizon.
“Save… me…”
At that moment, a weak voice suddenly echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.
This voice had appeared once a year ago, and now it resurfaced, leaving Lin Fan somewhat puzzled.
“How exactly should I save you…”
Lin Fan was at a loss. Ever since absorbing a bit of the Heavenly Dao’s will, he often felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, as if something significant was about to happen.
“Hey… finish your sentence, don’t just say half of it. How should I save you…” Lin Fan was exasperated. He generally had little interest in such riddle-like questions.
But no matter how Lin Fan called out, the voice that had just appeared never responded again.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, then tore through the void, heading towards the desolate lands.
The desolate lands were located at the farthest edge of the Eastern Spirit Continent, a barren and desolate place where few humans ventured.
…
“Saintess, we can’t hold on much longer.”
In the desolate lands, a peerlessly beautiful young woman stood on a massive altar. On the altar was a colossal statue that seemed to tower over the heavens and gaze down upon all realms.
The Saintess looked at her clansmen and nodded slightly, then turned her gaze to the distance.
In the distance, a fierce battle raged, with blood qi rising and staining the heavens and earth red.
The people of the desolate lands gathered together, their faces grave as they faced the demonic entities before them.
A group of demonic entities, without physical bodies, gazed greedily at the desolate clansmen. Among these demonic entities, the slain desolate clansmen had been resurrected, wielding their weapons and turning against their former kin.
The Nether Demons, evil beings from the Nine Netherworlds, absorbed the essence, qi, and spirit of humans, then possessed and controlled them.
Huang Ling’er stood on the altar, looking at the demonic entities, her expression somewhat lost.
“Will the future truly come to pass?” Huang Ling’er felt disoriented at this moment.
She could see through the future, witnessing events that would unfold.
But she had not foreseen the scene before her now.
“Hand over your Saintess, and I will spare the desolate clansmen. Otherwise, I will raze your lands to the ground.” Behind the group of Nether Demons, a jade-like young man stood, his aura resolute, as if he could dominate the world.
If Lin Fan were here, he would be utterly shocked. This was none other than Chen Xuan, the self-proclaimed supreme being who had been thoroughly beaten by Lin Fan.
Chen Xuan looked at the situation before him, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Having spent a year in the Nine Netherworlds, Chen Xuan had thrived.
With his strength, he had been able to act with impunity, encountering few who could rival him.
He had already found two fragments of the Supreme Token, and in the Nine Netherworlds, he had established his dominance, recruiting countless Nether Demons to serve him.
What excited Chen Xuan even more was that he had inadvertently connected with the origin of the Nine Netherworlds and even gained its recognition, greatly boosting his cultivation.
Upon returning to the Eastern Spirit Continent, Chen Xuan’s first thought was to find the one who had humiliated him. However, the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao had issued him a command to bring back the Saintess of the desolate lands.
To Chen Xuan, the desolate clansmen were insignificant. With his current strength, he could annihilate them with a wave of his hand.
But sometimes, doing things too quickly could be dull.
Thus, Chen Xuan summoned the Nether Demons, letting the desolate clansmen kill each other while he watched calmly. To Chen Xuan, this was a most enjoyable spectacle.
In Chen Xuan’s eyes, he had always been a man of destiny.
Blessed with great fortune, he was invincible. The setback from a year ago was, in his view, merely a test.
“Clansmen, do not fear.” Huang Ling’er looked at the situation, a trace of worry on her face, then closed her eyes and began to chant softly.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a mysterious force began to take shape.
A mystical ancient well materialized in the void.
This ancient well could enhance the strength of the desolate clansmen. But at that moment, Huang Ling’er was horrified to see the ancient well in the void suddenly shatter and dissipate into nothingness.
“How is this possible?” Even the usually composed Huang Ling’er was shocked, her face filled with disbelief.
The ancient well of prayer, how could it vanish? This was impossible…
The Heavenly Dao is eternal, and so is the ancient well.
…
Chen Xuan looked at the situation and laughed, “Saintess, don’t waste your energy. This is a futile struggle. Surrender quietly and stop struggling in vain.”
Although Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled as to why the Heavenly Dao wanted him to bring back the Saintess of the desolate lands, he didn’t dwell on it much.
If he had once doubted the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao’s shadow, he now believed it wholeheartedly.
Thinking back, he had once been an ordinary person. But after being chosen by this self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he had cultivated for a hundred years and reached his current level of cultivation. It was truly astonishing.
“If you want to take the Saintess, you’ll have to step over our corpses.” The fierce-looking desolate clansmen formed a protective wall around the Saintess on the altar.
Seeing their fallen clansmen resurrected one by one, they were filled with terror, but they were determined to protect the Saintess at all costs, never letting the enemy succeed.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants, kill them…” Chen Xuan sneered, completely unfazed, then flicked his sleeve and said indifferently.
The Saintess looked at the scene before her, her heart no longer able to remain calm.
At this moment, she saw the future…
Corpses littered the ground, and the desolate clansmen vanished from the heavens and earth.
“Do you want to ‘day the earth’ again?”
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
Huang Ling’er looked into the void, and when she saw the newcomer, her heart trembled violently.
Chen Xuan, upon hearing the voice, was also puzzled, not knowing who it was.
But when he heard the phrase “day the earth,” Chen Xuan seemed to remember something, his crotch tightening involuntarily. “Day the earth” was a tragedy he could never forget.
But when he saw the person in the void, Chen Xuan’s expression turned to one of pure rage.
It was that guy again…
Chen Xuan, too, was puzzled by the voice. He didn’t recognize it at first.
But as soon as he heard those words, a chill ran down his spine. “Ripped off”—this was a tragedy he would never, ever forget.
“The Seven Saints Treasure Map” concludes here. Lin Fan never expected that the Seven Saints would actually encounter their destined person. However, who this destined person is remains a mystery, and it’s quite unfortunate and pitiful.
In Lin Fan’s view, the Seven Saints, that old dog, might have been driven to desperation by him. In the end, as long as someone showed up, regardless of their talent or fortune, they would be possessed to continue cultivation.
The Seven Saints divided their spiritual consciousness into multiple parts, dispersing them across various forbidden lands. This method was evidently correct, as it maximized the chances of success.
However, Lin Fan didn’t care much about it. Even if they found someone to possess, so what? If he encountered them next time, he would simply slap them to death.
Lin Fan looked at the Wutong Divine Tree and sighed helplessly.
A while ago, its aura was still vibrant, but as time passed, the Wutong Divine Tree gradually withered. If a solution wasn’t found soon, this divine tree of heaven and earth might die in his hands.
Lin Fan was naturally delighted by the wondrous uses of the Wutong Divine Tree.
It automatically absorbed the true essence of heaven and earth, converting it into experience, constantly increasing his own experience.
“It seems it’s time to visit the Wildlands,” Lin Fan emerged from underground, floating in the void, gazing at the distant horizon.
“Save… me…”
At that moment, a weak voice suddenly echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.
This voice had appeared once a year ago, and now it had returned, leaving Lin Fan somewhat puzzled.
“How exactly should I save you…”
Lin Fan was at a loss. Ever since he absorbed a bit of the Heavenly Dao’s will, he often felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding, as if something significant was about to happen.
“Hey… finish your sentence, don’t just say half of it. How should I save you…” Lin Fan was frustrated. He had little interest in such riddle-like questions.
But no matter how Lin Fan called out, the voice that had just appeared did not respond again.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, then tore through the void, heading towards the Wildlands.
The Wildlands, located at the farthest edge of the Eastern Spirit Continent, were desolate and rarely visited by humans.
…
“Saintess, we can’t hold on much longer.”
At that moment, in the Wildlands, a peerlessly beautiful young woman stood on a massive altar. On the altar stood a colossal statue that seemed to tower over the heavens and gaze down upon all realms.
The Saintess looked at her clansmen and nodded slightly, then turned her gaze to the distance.
In the distance, a fierce battle raged, with blood and qi rising, staining the sky and earth.
The people of the Wildlands gathered together, their faces grave as they faced the demonic entities before them.
A group of demonic entities, without physical bodies, gazed greedily at the Wildlanders. Among these demons, the slain Wildlanders had been resurrected, wielding their weapons and turning against their own kin.
These were the Nether Demons, evil beings from the Nine Netherworlds, who absorbed the essence of humans and possessed them, controlling their bodies.
Huang Ling’er stood on the altar, looking at the demons, her expression filled with sorrow.
“Is the future real?” Huang Ling’er felt lost at that moment.
She could see through the future, witnessing what was to come.
But she had not foreseen the scene before her now.
“Hand over your Saintess, and I will spare the Wildlands. Otherwise, I will raze it to the ground.” Behind the group of Nether Demons, a jade-like young man with an imposing aura stood, looking down upon the world.
If Lin Fan were here, he would be shocked. This was none other than Chen Xuan, the self-proclaimed supreme genius who had been utterly defeated by him.
Chen Xuan looked at the situation before him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Having spent a year in the Nine Netherworlds, Chen Xuan had thrived.
With his strength, he had been able to dominate there, encountering few who could rival him.
He had already found two fragments of the Supreme Token, and in the Nine Netherworlds, he had established his own dominion, gathering countless Nether Demons to serve him.
What excited Chen Xuan even more was that he had inadvertently connected with the source of the Nine Netherworlds and even gained its recognition, greatly enhancing his cultivation.
Upon returning to the Eastern Spirit Continent, Chen Xuan’s first thought was to find the one who had humiliated him. However, the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao had issued him a command to bring back the Saintess of the Wildlands.
To Chen Xuan, the Wildlands were insignificant. With his current strength, he could obliterate them with a wave of his hand.
But sometimes, moving too quickly was boring.
Thus, Chen Xuan summoned the Nether Demons, letting the Wildlanders kill each other while he watched calmly. To him, this was a delightful spectacle.
In Chen Xuan’s eyes, he had always been a man of destiny.
Blessed with great fortune, he was invincible. The setback a year ago was merely a test in his view.
“Clansmen, do not fear.” Huang Ling’er looked at the situation, a trace of worry on her face, then closed her eyes and began to chant softly.
In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a mysterious force began to form.
A mystical ancient well materialized in the void.
This well was meant to enhance the strength of the Wildlanders, but at that moment, Huang Ling’er was horrified to see the well shatter and dissipate into nothingness.
“How is this possible?” Even the usually composed Huang Ling’er was shaken, her face filled with disbelief.
The mystical ancient well, formed through prayer, could not possibly vanish. It was impossible…
As long as the Heavenly Dao existed, the well would not perish.
…
Chen Xuan watched the scene and laughed. “Saintess, don’t waste your energy. This is a futile struggle. Surrender quietly and stop resisting.”
Although Chen Xuan was somewhat puzzled as to why the Heavenly Dao wanted him to bring back the Saintess of the Wildlands, he didn’t dwell on it much.
If he had once doubted the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he now believed in it completely.
Thinking back, he had once been an ordinary person, but after being chosen by this self-proclaimed Heavenly Dao, he had cultivated for a hundred years and reached his current level of strength. It was truly astonishing.
“If you want to take the Saintess, you’ll have to step over our corpses.” The Wildlanders, their faces fierce, formed a protective wall around the Saintess on the altar.
Seeing their fallen clansmen resurrected and turned against them, they were filled with terror, but they were determined to protect the Saintess at all costs.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. Kill them…” Chen Xuan sneered, not taking them seriously at all, then flicked his sleeve and spoke indifferently.
The Saintess watched the scene before her, her heart no longer able to remain calm.
At that moment, she saw the future…
The Wildlands littered with corpses, the Wildlanders vanishing from the world.
“Do you want to ‘day the earth’ again?”
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
Huang Ling’er looked into the void, and when she saw the newcomer, her heart trembled violently.
When Chen Xuan heard the voice, he was also puzzled, not knowing who it was.
But when he heard the phrase “day the earth,” he seemed to recall something, and his pants tightened. “Day the earth” was a tragedy Chen Xuan could never forget.
But when he saw the person in the void, Chen Xuan’s expression turned to one of pure rage.
It was that guy again…
It was that guy again…
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