Lin Fan was actually a boy who could be satisfied quite easily. He didn’t demand great wealth, but at least things should look decent enough.
Just a few million Saint Yang Pills, maybe a hundred or so Dao artifacts, and he’d be easily pleased.
Creak!
The stone door swung open with a loud noise, and colorful rays of treasure light pierced through.
“Oh my, so dazzling!” Lin Fan shielded his eyes, his body trembling with excitement. “Too bright, I can’t handle it, I really can’t.”
At this moment, Lin Fan felt a strange sense of shame mingled with excitement, as if he had seen thousands of peerlessly enchanting beauties, drool running down his chin uncontrollably.
Struck gold! This time he really struck gold!
Seeing the scene before him, Lin Fan’s heart leaped with joy.
Indeed, someone like Despair Marquis must have been desperately lonely inside, eventually trying to fill that emptiness with all sorts of treasures.
Piles of Saint Yang Pills were stacked like little mountains, exuding an aura so tempting it made one want to commit crimes—urging people to rush forward greedily, grab handfuls, and stuff them into their pockets.
So many Saint Yang Pills had gathered into dragon-like streams of radiant energy, swirling and dancing through the air.
Lin Fan swallowed hard. Just one glance told him there were at least ten million of them.
Spiritual artifacts, Dao artifacts—each one floated in midair.
Lin Fan took a deep breath and quietly closed the stone door before immediately summoning the “Demon City.”
Suddenly, those spiritual and Dao artifacts began to hum, as if sensing Lin Fan’s intrusion. From each item emerged shadowy figures—their guardian spirits.
“Primordial Demon, you deal with these guardian spirits. I’ll take the pills,” Lin Fan said, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
“Fine.” The Primordial Demon’s eyes gleamed with excitement. To him, each of those artifacts was pure nourishment.
Letting out a fierce roar, the Primordial Demon charged at the guardian spirits, ready to devour them all.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan dove headfirst into the pile of Saint Yang Pills, grabbing handfuls at a time.
“Hahaha! I’m rich! Huh, there are other pills too—great, great! It’s been so long since I leveled up by taking pills. Since I’m tired from fighting, I might as well take a few now,” Lin Fan said contentedly.
“Great, great! This King Dao Pill tastes sweet.” At this moment, Lin Fan was living extravagantly, tossing pill after pill into his mouth as if they were free.
Crunchy and delicious.
Yin-Yang Reversal Pills.
Ascension Pill for Mending the Sky.
Triple Flame Dragon Pills.
…
These were all extremely rare pills, each with miraculous effects. Any ancient clan or Great Race being would go mad for them.
But for Lin Fan, the experience gained from consuming them was truly immense.
One pill could increase cultivation speed tenfold, but to Lin Fan, it was practically useless.
With so many ancient clans around in Gu Sheng Realm, there was no time to cultivate when there was always someone to fight.
So peaceful…
Lin Fan gradually became immersed in this blissful state. It had been so long since he’d enjoyed such a life.
Outside!
Far beyond Despair City, something unusual began to stir.
A golden cloud rushed forward rapidly. Within it, lightning flashed, and many phantom figures appeared—dragons stretching ten thousand feet long, titanic giants standing between heaven and earth, gods wielding thunder.
Drums of war thundered, and an overwhelming battle intent filled the skies.
“Candle Dragon Elder, ahead is Despair City,” Xie Sheng said, gazing at the massive city. His heart stirred slightly—nervousness.
The ancient clans were ruthless, bloodthirsty, devouring living beings without mercy—demons among demons.
The Six Great Sects had dispatched numerous disciples, and thirty elders, aiming to hold back the ancient clan forces while rescuing as many Great Race beings as possible.
Long Ancient Dragon Sect, Jiao Tian Sect, Giant Spirit Sect, Divine Race Hall, Water Goddess Sect… these six sects all treated this mission with utmost seriousness.
They all knew how terrifying Despair Marquis was. If he were present in Despair City, then the tens of thousands who came here today might never leave.
Therefore, they had to act only when Despair Marquis was absent.
“Hmph! This time, I will make the ancient clans feel the might of Mu Longtian!” Mu Longtian, full of vigor and confidence, his eyes ablaze with fighting spirit, declared. This time, he would spread his name across the entire Gu Sheng Realm.
Let countless beings of the Great Races remember him.
“Senior Brother, our mission is to rescue people, not to engage in battle,” Xie Sheng reminded.
“What’s there to fear? Despair Marquis isn’t in Despair City. What do we have to be afraid of?” Mu Longtian replied.
Xie Sheng looked at Mu Longtian and sighed softly. His senior brother had always been proud and stubborn, unwilling to listen to others.
“Brother Xie, Senior Brother Mu is right. Now that Despair Marquis is away, what do we have to fear?” Long Yue’er chimed in beside them.
“Indeed, my junior sister speaks wisely,” Mu Longtian said calmly, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
The disciples of the Six Sects were all feeling unusually tense. This was their first time ever battling against the ancient clans.
Though they numbered in the tens of thousands, compared to the ancient clans, they were still pitifully small.
Boom!
The golden cloud instantly appeared above Despair City, then exploded violently. Thousands of Giant Race warriors roared, their mighty physical forms erupting. One by one, they transformed into hundred-foot-tall giants.
The Giant Race possessed incredible defense and immense strength. They fell from the sky like meteors.
“Giant Race is here! Ancient Clans, prepare to die!” The elders of the Giant Spirit Sect unleashed terrifying auras. They were the vanguard, the shield, directly blocking the ancient clans while allowing disciples of other sects to rescue the Great Race beings.
Some disciples of Long Ancient Dragon Sect transformed instantly into hundreds and thousands of feet long dragons, roaring fiercely.
Disciples of the Water Goddess Sect controlled the heavens and earth, summoning endless drizzle. This rain contained boundless power, capable of healing and enhancing the disciples of the Six Sects.
The Divine Race Hall, also known as the Winged Race, radiated holy light, chanting praises. Mysterious divine runes floated through the air.
Divine Words, Celestial Chants, filled the void, and a sacred heavenly illusion hovered above.
Boom… Boom…
War drums thundered, battle intent exploding. At this moment, the Six Sects unleashed an infinite aura.
“Come out, Ancient Clans… prepare to… die!” The fearless warriors of the Six Sects were about to roar in unison, but in an instant, they were all stunned.
“What…?”
The disciples of the Six Sects, already prepared for battle, shouted fiercely, only to be shocked by the scene before them.
Despair City!
Where were the ancient clans?
The rescued Great Race beings, who had been excited moments ago, now looked on in confusion at these newcomers, unsure of their purpose.
The disciples of the Six Sects also looked at these Great Race beings.
They had imagined in their minds how, at the moment of their arrival, the oppressed Great Race beings would be ecstatic, regarding them as hope, as their future, as their saviors.
But the reality was completely different from what they had imagined.
Not a single ancient clan warrior was in sight. Instead, they were staring at each other in mutual bewilderment with the Great Race beings.
This wasn’t how the story was supposed to go…
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