“Why is this happening? Nearly a century has passed, and I’ve toiled day and night, yet I still cannot eliminate this malignant tumor. What’s the use of cultivation after all?”
Zhao Wuji roared toward the heavens, filled with grief and anger. The sticky substance covering him further obscured his natural charisma, creating an indescribable sense of sorrow.
“He escaped again. Every time we made thorough preparations, this demon still managed to escape. My god, how my heart aches.”
“Why is this happening? For nearly a century, I have practiced day and night, yet I still cannot eradicate this malignant tumor. What is the use of all this cultivation?”
Zhao Wuji roared to the heavens, filled with grief and indignation. The sticky substance covering his body completely obscured his once-proud demeanor, leaving behind an indescribable sense of sorrow.
“He escaped again. Every time we prepare thoroughly, this demon always manages to slip away. Oh heavens, my heart is in agony.”
“To make the Chaos Demon King pay, I have wasted the prime years of my life. Now, at the age of a hundred, I still have no companion. And now, this vile substance has tainted my pure, snow-lotus-like body. How can I go on like this?”
“I can’t live like this anymore.”
“Who would dare come near me now?”
In an instant, countless prodigies vomited blood, their spirits trembling, their cultivation foundations crumbling. It seemed as though they were on the verge of self-destruction, destined to fall into the cycle of reincarnation, never to rise again.
Having reached such a level of cultivation, each prodigy’s heart was as unyielding as a rock, indestructible. Yet, due to Wang Xiaoming’s treachery, these prodigies now found their qi and blood in turmoil, their realms unstable.
For such powerful beings, this situation was absolutely impossible.
Each prodigy, though seemingly blessed by the heavens, had endured countless dangers throughout their lives, surviving even in the face of certain death. Their minds had long been tempered to an unbreakable state.
Yet, now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s deceit, they found themselves in this dire situation. This was the result of decades, even a century, of accumulated hatred.
To harbor such resentment towards someone, yet fail to kill them over decades, suffering repeated setbacks—this was a profound tragedy for these prodigies.
Especially this time, with the so-called “Ultimate Mida’s Curse,” it shattered the last line of defense in their hearts.
“Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, I hate you.”
“What is the use of this cultivation if I cannot kill Wang Xiaoming? What face do I have left?”
“Now, this time, I fear we will become the laughingstock of the entire Xuanhuang Realm. I would rather die than be mocked.”
“To perish and vanish, I have no regrets.”
“Brothers, I will go first. I have endured thirty years of repeated failures.”
“Junior brother, go ahead. We will follow shortly.”
…
Lin Fan watched this scene, utterly dumbfounded. Was this really necessary? Just a few failures, and they were so grief-stricken?
If they all committed suicide, wouldn’t all their efforts be in vain?
“Ah, it seems it’s because of me. Wang Xiaoming is connected to me, and with my luck, even if these prodigies are the chosen ones of fate, they can’t overcome Wang Xiaoming.”
Originally, Lin Fan thought that with so many prodigies united, even with Wang Xiaoming’s luck, he would be beaten to a pulp. But instead, every time, Wang Xiaoming managed to escape, leaving psychological scars on these prodigies.
And these scars were no ordinary ones—they were life-threatening.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt it was time to step in. If he didn’t, these prodigies might truly be ruined.
As the prodigies, in their despair, raised their swords, ready to end their lives, a voice rang out.
“Ahem!”
This voice, like a great bell, resonated through the heavens and earth, shaking the hearts of the prodigies. The dark cloud of despair in their hearts suddenly dissipated, and a ray of light broke through the endless abyss, illuminating their souls.
“You are all prodigies of the Sacred Sect, your minds are unparalleled. Now, faced with just a small setback, how can you think of death?”
Lin Fan slowly emerged from the void, his figure bathed in radiant light, his vast aura enveloping the world, making everyone feel the urge to bow.
“Who are you?”
The prodigies looked up, suspiciously eyeing Lin Fan. They didn’t know who he was.
Just as Lin Fan was about to fabricate an identity, suddenly, one of the prodigies knelt down in reverence.
“This is Ancestor Lin!”
Lin Fan was startled. He hadn’t expected any of the disciples to recognize him. But then he remembered the statue in the Sacred Sect and understood.
The sacrificial statue was an exact replica of him. Anyone who had seen it a few times would remember, let alone these prodigies who had been looking at it for decades.
The other prodigies were shocked.
“What? Ancestor Lin ascended to the upper realm long ago. How could he be in the Xuanhuang Realm?”
“It can’t be wrong. This is Ancestor Lin.”
“The demeanor, the appearance, the aura—it’s definitely him.”
In an instant, a vast sound echoed, and all the prodigies knelt down.
“We pay our respects to Ancestor Lin.”
They were very familiar with Lin Fan. Ever since joining the Sacred Sect, whether they had business or not, they would hear stories from the older generation.
And once, the entire Sacred Sect’s disciples had thrived under Lin Fan’s guidance. Among the nine peaks, the Alchemy Peak had been particularly shaped by him.
Some of these prodigies, in their cultivation, needed certain elixirs, so they naturally went to the Alchemy Peak to seek them, thus hearing more about him.
But they knew that a hundred years ago, Ancestor Lin had broken through the barrier and ascended to the Ancient Sacred Realm.
Thus, he became the undisputed number one in the Xuanhuang Realm.
“Rise, all of you.”
Since his identity was revealed, Lin Fan’s demeanor shifted, exuding the aura of a senior.
“Why are you all like this? It’s just a small setback. How can you think of death? How will you pursue the path of eternal greatness in the future?”
Lin Fan spoke.
“Wuwu… Ancestor, please take charge. The Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, is truly despicable. He has oppressed us for a century. We thought that with our martial arts achievements, we could finally avenge our past humiliations, but we failed again and again. Now, we are tainted with this shameful substance.”
“This stench—who would dare come near us now? How can we hope to fight against the Chaos Demon King?”
…
Seeing the miserable state of these prodigies, Lin Fan felt a pang of sorrow.
This was his fault, for setting the difficulty too high.
For these prodigies, Wang Xiaoming was a challenge of abyssal difficulty.
Though constantly pursued, Wang Xiaoming, without lifting a finger, had nearly wiped out these prodigies. It was truly tragic.
“Ancestor, please take action and suppress the Chaos Demon King, restoring peace to the Xuanhuang Realm.”
At this moment, the prodigies pleaded. For them, Wang Xiaoming was truly insurmountable, and they were nearly driven mad by him.
If Ancestor Lin took action, it would be a simple matter.
“I am aware of the Chaos Demon King. Suppressing him would be as easy as flipping my hand. But I cannot intervene, for he is an obstacle in your martial path. Only by personally defeating him can you attain the path of eternal greatness, soaring to heights where none can hinder you.”
Lin Fan said.
“But we have fought him for a century and gained no advantage. What hope do we have now?”
The prodigies were filled with despair, gradually feeling helpless against Wang Xiaoming.
Lin Fan looked at these prodigies, each one in deep distress. For a moment, he felt his own resolve waver. If this continued, how could they proceed?
He had nurtured the Xuanhuang Realm, hoping to cultivate top-tier experts who could stand against the will of the Ancient Sacred Realm. Now, on the verge of success, they were losing their fighting spirit. This was not good.
“I don’t want to live anymore.”
“Who will dare to approach me in the future?”
Puh! Puh!
In an instant, countless prodigies raised their heads and spat blood, their minds trembling, their cultivation foundations continuously crumbling, as if they were about to self-destruct at any moment, falling into the cycle of reincarnation forever.
At this level of cultivation, each prodigy’s heart was as solid as a rock, indestructible. However, due to Wang Xiaoming’s sabotage, these prodigies now experienced blood surges and unstable cultivation levels.
For such powerful individuals, this situation was absolutely impossible.
Although each prodigy seemed to have heaven’s favor, they had gone through countless dangers in their lifetimes, surviving near-fatal situations, honing their minds to an indestructible state.
Yet now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s betrayal, this situation arose. The accumulated hatred from decades, even a century, was the real cause.
To harbor such hatred toward someone, yet for decades, not only failing to kill him but constantly suffering setbacks, was an immense sorrow for these prodigies.
Especially this time, this “ultimate rice field co,” completely destroyed their last line of defense.
“Why is this happening? For nearly a century, I have practiced day and night, yet I still cannot eradicate this malignant tumor. What is the use of all this cultivation?”
Zhao Wuji roared to the heavens, filled with grief and indignation. The sticky substance covering his body completely masked his once-heroic demeanor, leaving behind an indescribable sense of sorrow.
“He escaped again. Every time we prepare thoroughly, that demon always manages to flee. Oh heavens, my heart aches!”
“To make the Chaos Demon King pay, I have wasted my prime years. Now, at a hundred years old, I have never had a companion, and my pure, snow-lotus-like body has been tainted by this vile substance. How can I go on like this?”
“I can’t live like this anymore.”
“Who would dare to approach me now?”
In an instant, countless prodigies spat blood, their spirits trembling, their cultivation foundations crumbling, as if they were on the verge of self-destruction, destined to fall into the cycle of reincarnation, never to rise again.
Having reached such a level of cultivation, each prodigy’s heart was as unyielding as a rock, indestructible. Yet, due to Wang Xiaoming’s treachery, these prodigies now found their qi and blood in turmoil, their realms unstable.
For such powerful beings, this situation was absolutely impossible.
Each prodigy, though seemingly blessed by the heavens, had endured countless life-threatening trials, surviving even in the most perilous situations. Their minds had been tempered to an unbreakable state.
Yet, now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s deceit, they found themselves in this dire state. This was the result of decades, even a century, of accumulated hatred.
To harbor such resentment towards someone, yet fail to eliminate them over decades, suffering repeated setbacks—what a tragedy for these prodigies.
Especially this time, the so-called “ultimate filth” had shattered the last line of defense in their hearts.
“Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, I hate you!”
“What is the use of this cultivation if I cannot kill Wang Xiaoming? What face do I have left?”
“This time, I fear we will become the laughingstock of the entire Profound Yellow Realm. I would rather die than be mocked.”
“To perish and vanish, I have no regrets.”
“Brothers, I will go first. I have endured thirty years of repeated failures.”
“Junior brother, go ahead. We will follow shortly.”
…
Lin Fan watched this scene, utterly dumbfounded. Was this really necessary? Just a few failures, and they were so grief-stricken?
If they all committed suicide, wouldn’t all their efforts be in vain?
“Ah, it seems it’s because of me. Wang Xiaoming is connected to me, and with my luck, even if these prodigies are the chosen ones of fate, they can’t overcome him.”
Originally, Lin Fan thought that with so many prodigies united, even with Wang Xiaoming’s luck, he would be utterly defeated. Yet, every time, aside from escaping, Wang Xiaoming managed to inflict psychological scars on these prodigies.
And these scars were no ordinary ones—they were life-threatening.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt it was time for him to step in. If he didn’t, these prodigies might truly be ruined.
As the prodigies, in their despair, raised their blades, ready to end their lives, a voice rang out.
“Ahem!”
The voice, like a great bell, resonated through the heavens and earth, shaking the spirits of the prodigies. The dark clouds in their hearts suddenly dispersed, and a ray of light pierced through the endless abyss, illuminating their souls.
“You are all prodigies of the Sacred Sect, with minds unparalleled. How can you think of death over such a small setback?”
Lin Fan slowly emerged from the void, his figure radiant, a vast aura enveloping the world, compelling everyone to bow in reverence.
“Who are you?”
The prodigies looked up, puzzled, unsure of who this person was.
Just as Lin Fan was about to fabricate an identity, one of the prodigies suddenly knelt down.
“This is Ancestor Lin!”
Lin Fan was startled, not expecting any disciple to recognize him. But then he remembered the statue in the Sacred Sect and understood.
The statue of the Heavenly Spirit looked exactly like him. After seeing it a few times, anyone would remember, let alone these prodigies who had seen it for decades.
The other prodigies were equally shocked.
“What? Ancestor Lin ascended to the upper realm long ago. How could he be in the Profound Yellow Realm?”
“There’s no mistake. This is Ancestor Lin.”
“His demeanor, his appearance, his aura—it’s definitely him.”
In an instant, a vast chorus of voices rose as all the prodigies knelt down.
“We pay our respects to Ancestor Lin.”
They were very familiar with Lin Fan. Since joining the Sacred Sect, they had heard countless stories about him from the elders.
The entire Sacred Sect had flourished under Lin Fan’s guidance, especially the Alchemy Peak, which had been rigorously trained by him.
These prodigies, in their pursuit of cultivation, often sought elixirs from the Alchemy Peak, so they had heard much about him.
But they knew that a century ago, Ancestor Lin had broken through the barrier and ascended to the Ancient Sage Realm, securing his place as the number one figure in the Profound Yellow Realm.
“Rise, all of you.”
Since his identity was revealed, Lin Fan’s demeanor shifted, exuding the aura of a venerable elder.
“Why are you all like this? It’s just a small setback. How can you think of giving up so easily? How will you pursue the path of eternal greatness?”
Lin Fan spoke.
“Wuwu… Ancestor, please help us. The Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, is truly despicable. He has oppressed us for a century. We thought that with our martial arts achievements, we could finally avenge our past humiliations, but we failed every time. Now, we are tainted by this shameful substance.”
“This stench—who would dare to approach us now? How can we hope to fight against the Chaos Demon King?”
…
Seeing the pitiful state of these prodigies, Lin Fan felt a pang of sorrow.
It was his fault for setting the difficulty too high.
For these prodigies, Wang Xiaoming was an insurmountable challenge.
Despite being constantly pursued, Wang Xiaoming had effortlessly brought these prodigies to the brink of ruin. It was truly tragic.
“Ancestor, please take action and suppress the Chaos Demon King, restoring peace to the Profound Yellow Realm.”
At this moment, the prodigies pleaded. For them, Wang Xiaoming was truly unbeatable, and they were on the verge of being driven mad by him.
If Ancestor Lin were to act, it would be a simple matter.
“I am aware of the Chaos Demon King. Suppressing him would be as easy as flipping my hand. But I cannot intervene, for he is an obstacle on your martial path. Only by personally defeating him can you attain the eternal path and soar to unparalleled heights.”
Lin Fan said.
“But we have fought him for a century and gained no advantage. How can we have any confidence now?”
The prodigies were disheartened, gradually feeling helpless against Wang Xiaoming.
Lin Fan looked at these prodigies, each one deeply frustrated. If this continued, how could they ever succeed?
He had nurtured the Profound Yellow Realm with the hope of cultivating top-tier experts, so they could stand against the will of the Ancient Sage Realm with greater confidence.
They were on the verge of success, but now, their spirits were broken. This was not good.
“What’s the use of this cultivation if I can’t kill Wang Xiaoming? How can I face anyone?”
“Probably this time will become the laughingstock of the entire Xuanhuang World. I’d rather die than be ridiculed.”
“Death and dissolution of the Dao, no regrets.”
“Senior brothers, I’ll go first. I’ve had enough of these thirty years of repeated failures.”
“You go first, junior brother. We’ll follow closely behind.”
…
Lin Fan watched this scene, completely stunned. Was it really necessary to be like this? It was just a few failures. Was it really necessary to be so grief-stricken?
If they all committed suicide, all their efforts would be in vain.
“Sigh, it seems it’s still my fault. Wang Xiaoming is related to me. With his fortune, even though these prodigies are chosen by fate, they still can’t defeat Wang Xiaoming.”
In Lin Fan’s opinion, with so many prodigies united, even if Wang Xiaoming had his own fortune, he should have been defeated thoroughly. However, unexpectedly, besides escaping, Wang Xiaoming could also inflict psychological damage on these prodigies.
And this damage was no ordinary one; it was directly life-threatening.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt it was time for him to appear. If he didn’t come out now, these prodigies might truly be ruined.
As these prodigies, filled with grief, were about to raise their swords to end their lives, a voice rang out.
“Cough!”
This voice, like a great bell echoing through heaven and earth, shook the prodigies’ minds, instantly dispersing the dark clouds in their hearts. A ray of light pierced the endless abyss, illuminating their souls.
“You are all prodigies of the Holy Sect, with minds that are one in ten thousand. How can a small setback lead you to thoughts of death?”
Lin Fan slowly emerged from the void, his body radiating brilliant light, a vast aura enveloping the heavens and earth, making everyone instinctively want to kneel in reverence.
“Who are you?”
The prodigies raised their heads, suspiciously looking at Lin Fan, unaware of his identity.
As Lin Fan was about to make up an identity, suddenly, someone among the prodigies knelt to the ground.
“This is Master Lin.”
Lin Fan was surprised, not expecting someone to recognize him. However, recalling the statue in the Holy Sect, he understood.
The statue offered to the heavens looked exactly like him. As long as one looked at it a few times, one could remember it. Let alone these prodigies who had seen it for decades.
Other prodigies were shocked.
“What? Master Lin had already ascended to the higher realm, hadn’t he? How could he be in the Xuanhuang World?”
“It can’t be wrong. This is indeed Master Lin.”
“This aura, this appearance, this breath, absolutely correct, no mistake.”
Huala!
Then, a vast sound arose, and all the prodigies knelt to the ground.
“Greetings to Master Lin.”
They were very familiar with Lin Fan. After entering the Holy Sect, whether there was something happening or not, they could always hear stories from the older generation.
All the disciples of the Holy Sect had grown under Lin Fan’s guidance. Among the nine peaks, the Dan Cauldron Peak had been particularly influenced by Lin Fan.
Some of these prodigies needed pills for cultivation and naturally had to go to the Dan Cauldron Peak for medicine, so they heard many stories.
But they knew that a hundred years ago, Master Lin had broken through the barrier and ascended to the Gu Sheng World.
Thus, he firmly established himself as the number one person in the Xuanhuang World.
“Stand up.”
Since he had already been exposed, Lin Fan naturally changed his demeanor, exuding the aura of a senior.
“What are you doing like this? It’s just a small setback. Why are you acting like this, as if you want to die? How can you pursue the eternal path in the future?”
Lin Fan spoke.
“Why is this happening? For nearly a century, I have practiced day and night, yet I still cannot eradicate this malignant tumor. What is the use of all this cultivation?”
Zhao Wuji roared to the heavens, filled with grief and indignation. The sticky substance covering his body completely masked his once-heroic aura, leaving behind an indescribable sense of sorrow.
“He escaped again. Every time we prepare thoroughly, that demon always manages to slip away. Oh heavens, my heart is in agony.”
“To make the Chaos Demon King pay, I have wasted the prime years of my life. Now, at a hundred years old, I have never had a companion. And now, this vile substance has tainted my pure, snow-lotus-like body. How can I go on like this?”
“I can’t live like this anymore.”
“Who would dare to approach me now?”
Pfft!
In an instant, countless prodigies spat blood, their spirits trembling, their cultivation foundations crumbling. It seemed as if they were on the verge of self-destruction, ready to fall into the cycle of reincarnation, never to rise again.
Having cultivated to such a level, each prodigy’s heart was as solid as a rock, unbreakable. Yet now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s treachery, these prodigies were in turmoil, their qi and blood churning, their realms unstable.
For such powerful individuals, this situation was absolutely impossible.
Each prodigy, though seemingly blessed by the heavens, had faced countless dangers throughout their lives, surviving even the most perilous situations. Their minds had been tempered to an unbreakable state.
Yet now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s deceit, they found themselves in this predicament. This was the result of decades, even a century, of accumulated hatred.
To harbor such resentment towards someone, yet fail to eliminate them after decades, and to suffer setbacks every time—this was the ultimate sorrow for these prodigies.
Especially this time, with the so-called “Ultimate Mida Gong,” which had shattered the last line of defense in their hearts.
“Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, I hate you.”
“What is the use of this cultivation if I cannot kill Wang Xiaoming? What face do I have left?”
“After this, I will likely become the laughingstock of the entire Profound Yellow Realm. I would rather die than be mocked.”
“To perish and vanish, I have no regrets.”
“Brothers, I will go first. I have endured thirty years of constant failure.”
“Junior Brother, go ahead. We will follow shortly.”
…
Lin Fan watched this scene, utterly dumbfounded. Was this really necessary? Just a few failures, and they were ready to end it all? If they all committed suicide, wouldn’t all their efforts be in vain?
“Ah, it seems it’s because of me. Wang Xiaoming is connected to me, and with my luck, even if these prodigies are the chosen ones of fate, they can’t overcome him.”
Originally, Lin Fan thought that with so many prodigies united, even with Wang Xiaoming’s luck, he would be thoroughly defeated. But instead, every time, Wang Xiaoming managed to escape, leaving behind psychological scars on these prodigies.
And these scars were no ordinary ones—they were deadly.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt it was time for him to step in. If he didn’t, these prodigies might truly be ruined.
As the prodigies, in their despair, raised their swords, ready to end their lives, a voice rang out.
“Ahem!”
This voice, like a great bell, resonated through the heavens and earth, shaking the hearts of the prodigies. The dark clouds in their minds suddenly dissipated, and a ray of light broke through the endless abyss, illuminating their hearts.
“You are all prodigies of the Sacred Sect, with minds unparalleled. How can you think of death over such a small setback?”
Lin Fan slowly emerged from the void, his body radiating a brilliant light, his vast aura enveloping the heavens and earth, making everyone feel the urge to bow.
“Who are you?”
The prodigies looked up, suspiciously eyeing Lin Fan. They didn’t know who he was.
Just as Lin Fan was about to fabricate an identity, one of the prodigies suddenly knelt down.
“This is Ancestor Lin!”
Lin Fan was startled. He hadn’t expected any of the disciples to recognize him. But then he remembered the statue in the Sacred Sect and understood.
The statue of the Heavenly Spirit looked exactly like him. After seeing it a few times, anyone would remember, let alone these prodigies who had been looking at it for decades.
The other prodigies were equally shocked.
“What? Ancestor Lin ascended to the upper realm long ago. How could he be in the Profound Yellow Realm?”
“There’s no mistake. This is Ancestor Lin.”
“The aura, the appearance, the presence—it’s definitely him.”
In an instant, a vast sound echoed, and all the prodigies knelt down.
“We pay our respects to Ancestor Lin.”
They were very familiar with Lin Fan. Since joining the Sacred Sect, they had heard countless stories about him from the older generation.
The entire Sacred Sect had flourished under Lin Fan’s guidance, especially the Alchemy Peak, which had been transformed under his tutelage.
These prodigies, in their pursuit of cultivation, often sought elixirs from the Alchemy Peak, so they had heard much about him.
But they knew that a century ago, Ancestor Lin had broken through the barrier and ascended to the Ancient Sacred Realm, securing his place as the number one figure in the Profound Yellow Realm.
“Rise, all of you.”
Since his identity was revealed, Lin Fan’s demeanor shifted, exuding the aura of a venerable elder.
“Why are you all acting like this? It’s just a small setback. How can you think of death? How will you pursue the path of eternal greatness?”
Lin Fan spoke.
“Wuwu… Ancestor, please help us. The Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, is truly despicable. He has oppressed us for a century. We thought that with our martial prowess, we could finally take revenge, but we failed every time. Now, we are tainted with this shameful substance.”
“This stench—who would dare to approach us now? How can we continue to fight against the Chaos Demon King?”
…
Seeing the miserable state of these prodigies, Lin Fan felt a pang of guilt.
It was his fault for setting the difficulty too high.
For these prodigies, Wang Xiaoming was an insurmountable challenge.
Though constantly pursued, Wang Xiaoming had effortlessly brought these prodigies to the brink of collapse. It was truly tragic.
“Ancestor, please take action and suppress the Chaos Demon King, restoring peace to the Profound Yellow Realm.”
At this moment, the prodigies pleaded. For them, Wang Xiaoming was truly unbeatable, and they were on the verge of being driven mad by him.
If Ancestor Lin were to intervene, it would be a simple matter.
“I am aware of the Chaos Demon King. Suppressing him would be as easy as flipping my hand. But I cannot intervene, for he is an obstacle in your martial path. Only by defeating him yourselves can you attain the path of eternal greatness and soar to unparalleled heights.”
Lin Fan said.
“But we have fought him for a century and have never gained the upper hand. What hope do we have now?”
The prodigies were disheartened, gradually succumbing to a sense of helplessness towards Wang Xiaoming.
Lin Fan looked at these prodigies, each one filled with frustration. For a moment, he too felt a sense of despair. If this continued, how could they ever succeed?
He had nurtured the Profound Yellow Realm with the hope of cultivating top-tier experts, so that they could stand against the will of the Ancient Sacred Realm with greater confidence.
Just when success seemed within reach, they had all lost their fighting spirit. This was not good.
“Why is this happening? For nearly a century, I have practiced day and night, yet I still cannot eradicate this malignant tumor. What is the use of all this cultivation?”
Zhao Wuji roared to the heavens, filled with grief and indignation. The sticky substance covering his body completely masked the aura of a prodigy, leaving an indescribable sense of sorrow.
“He escaped again. Every time we prepare thoroughly, that demon always manages to flee. Oh heavens, my heart aches.”
“To make the Chaos Demon King pay, I have wasted my prime years. Now, at a hundred years old, I have never had a companion, and my pure, snow-lotus-like body has been tainted by this vile substance. How can I go on like this?”
“I can’t live like this anymore.”
“Who would dare come near me now?”
Pfft!
In an instant, countless prodigies spat blood, their spirits trembling, their cultivation foundations crumbling, as if they were on the verge of self-destruction, destined to fall into the cycle of reincarnation, never to rise again.
Having reached such a level of cultivation, each prodigy’s heart was as solid as a rock, unbreakable. Yet, due to Wang Xiaoming’s treachery, these prodigies now found their qi and blood in turmoil, their realms unstable.
For such powerful beings, this situation should have been impossible.
Each prodigy, though seemingly blessed by the heavens, had endured countless life-threatening trials, surviving against all odds, and had tempered their minds to an unshakable state.
Yet, now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s deceit, they found themselves in this dire situation. It was the result of decades, even a century, of accumulated hatred.
To harbor such resentment towards someone, yet fail to eliminate them over decades, suffering setbacks each time—what a tragedy for these prodigies.
Especially this time, with the so-called “Ultimate Mida’s Secret,” which shattered their last line of mental defense.
“Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, I hate you.”
“What is the use of this cultivation if I cannot kill Wang Xiaoming? What face do I have left?”
“This time, I fear we will become the laughingstock of the entire Profound Yellow Realm. I would rather die than be mocked.”
“To perish and vanish, I have no regrets.”
“Brothers, I will go first. I have endured thirty years of failure.”
“Junior Brother, go ahead. We will follow shortly.”
…
Lin Fan watched this scene, utterly dumbfounded. Was this really necessary? Just a few failures, and they were ready to end it all?
If they all committed suicide, wouldn’t all their efforts be in vain?
“Ah, it seems it’s because of me. Wang Xiaoming is connected to me, and with my luck, even if these prodigies are the chosen ones of fate, they can’t match Wang Xiaoming.”
Originally, Lin Fan thought that with so many prodigies united, even with Wang Xiaoming’s luck, he would be beaten to a pulp. But instead, every time, Wang Xiaoming managed to escape, leaving these prodigies with psychological scars.
And these scars were no ordinary ones—they were life-threatening.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt it was time to step in. If he didn’t, these prodigies might truly be ruined.
As the prodigies, overwhelmed with grief, raised their swords, ready to end their lives, a voice rang out.
“Ahem!”
The voice, like a great bell, resonated through the heavens and earth, shaking the hearts of the prodigies. The dark cloud of despair in their minds suddenly dissipated, and a ray of light pierced through the endless abyss, illuminating their hearts.
“You are all prodigies of the Sacred Sect, with minds unmatched. How can you think of death over such a small setback?”
Lin Fan slowly emerged from the void, his figure radiant, a vast aura enveloping the heavens and earth, making everyone feel the urge to bow.
“Who are you?”
The prodigies looked up, puzzled, not knowing who this person was.
Just as Lin Fan was about to fabricate an identity, one of the prodigies suddenly knelt down.
“It’s Ancestor Lin!”
Lin Fan was startled. He hadn’t expected any of the disciples to recognize him, but then he remembered the statue in the Sacred Sect.
The statue of the Heavenly Spirit looked exactly like him. After seeing it a few times, anyone would remember, let alone these prodigies who had seen it for decades.
The other prodigies were shocked.
“What? Ancestor Lin ascended to the upper realm long ago. How could he be in the Profound Yellow Realm?”
“It can’t be wrong. This is Ancestor Lin.”
“The aura, the appearance, the presence—it’s definitely him.”
In an instant, a vast sound echoed, and all the prodigies knelt down.
“We pay our respects to Ancestor Lin.”
They were very familiar with Lin Fan. Since joining the Sacred Sect, they had heard countless stories about him from the elders.
The entire Sacred Sect had flourished under Lin Fan’s guidance, especially the Alchemy Peak, which had been transformed by his teachings.
Some of these prodigies, in their pursuit of cultivation, had sought pills from the Alchemy Peak, so they had heard much about him.
But they knew that a century ago, Ancestor Lin had broken through the barrier and ascended to the Ancient Saint Realm.
Thus, he was firmly established as the number one figure in the Profound Yellow Realm.
“Rise.”
Since his identity was revealed, Lin Fan’s demeanor shifted, exuding the aura of a senior.
“Why are you all like this? It’s just a small setback. How can you give up so easily? How will you pursue the path of eternal greatness?”
Lin Fan spoke.
“Wuwu… Ancestor, please help us. The Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, is truly despicable. He has oppressed us for a century. We thought that with our martial arts achievements, we could finally take revenge, but we failed every time. Now, we are tainted by this shameful substance.”
“This stench—who would dare come near us now? How can we hope to fight against the Chaos Demon King?”
…
Seeing the pitiful state of these prodigies, Lin Fan felt a pang of sorrow.
It was his fault for setting the difficulty too high.
For these prodigies, Wang Xiaoming was a challenge of abyssal difficulty.
Though constantly pursued, Wang Xiaoming had effortlessly brought these prodigies to the brink of annihilation. It was truly tragic.
“Ancestor, please take action and suppress the Chaos Demon King, restoring peace to the Profound Yellow Realm.”
At this moment, the prodigies pleaded. For them, Wang Xiaoming was truly insurmountable, and they were on the verge of being driven mad by him.
If Ancestor Lin were to act, it would be a simple matter.
“I am aware of the Chaos Demon King. Suppressing him would be as easy as flipping my hand. But I cannot intervene, for he is an obstacle on your path of martial arts. Only by defeating him yourselves can you attain the path of eternal greatness and soar to unparalleled heights.”
Lin Fan said.
“But we have fought him for a century and gained no advantage. What hope do we have now?”
The prodigies were disheartened, gradually feeling a sense of helplessness towards Wang Xiaoming.
Lin Fan looked at these prodigies, each one deeply frustrated. For a moment, he felt a sense of despair. If this continued, how could they move forward?
He had nurtured the Profound Yellow Realm with the hope of cultivating top-tier experts, so that when facing the will of the Ancient Saint Realm, they would have a greater chance of success.
They were so close to achieving this, yet now, they had all lost their fighting spirit. This was not good.
…
Seeing the pitiful appearance of these prodigies, Lin Fan felt sorrow in his heart.
It was also his fault for setting the difficulty too high.
For these prodigies, Wang Xiaoming was an insurmountable challenge.
Although he was always being chased, during the process of being chased, without any effort, he nearly wiped out these prodigies completely, which was truly heartbreaking.
“Why is this happening? For nearly a century, I have cultivated day and night, yet I still cannot eradicate this malignant tumor. What is the use of all this cultivation?”
Zhao Wuji roared to the heavens, filled with grief and indignation. The sticky substance covering his body completely masked his once-heroic aura, leaving an indescribable sense of sorrow.
“He escaped again. Every time we prepare thoroughly, that demon always manages to flee. Oh heavens, my heart is in agony.”
“To make the Chaos Demon pay, I have wasted my prime years. Now, at a hundred years old, I have never had a companion, and my pure, snow-lotus-like body has been tainted by this vile substance. How can I go on like this?”
“I can’t live like this anymore.”
“Who would dare come near me now?”
In an instant, countless prodigies spat blood, their spirits trembling, their cultivation foundations crumbling, as if they were on the verge of self-destruction, destined to fall into the cycle of reincarnation, never to rise again.
Having reached such a level of cultivation, each prodigy’s heart was as unyielding as a rock, indestructible. Yet now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s treachery, these prodigies were in turmoil, their qi and blood churning, their realms unstable.
For such powerful beings, this situation was absolutely impossible.
Each prodigy, though seemingly blessed by the heavens, had endured countless dangers, surviving even in the most perilous situations, their minds tempered to an unbreakable state.
Yet now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s deceit, they found themselves in this state, a result of decades, even a century, of accumulated hatred.
To harbor such resentment towards someone, yet fail to kill them after decades, suffering repeated setbacks—what a profound sorrow for these prodigies.
Especially this time, with the so-called “ultimate filth,” which shattered the last line of defense in their hearts.
“Chaos Demon, Wang Xiaoming, I hate you.”
“What is the use of this cultivation if I cannot kill Wang Xiaoming? What face do I have left?”
“This time, we will likely become the laughingstock of the entire Profound Yellow Realm. I would rather die than be mocked.”
“To perish and vanish, I have no regrets.”
“Brothers, I will go first. I have had enough of these thirty years of constant failure.”
“Junior brother, go ahead. We will follow.”
…
Lin Fan watched this scene, utterly dumbfounded. Was this really necessary? Just a few failures, and they were so grief-stricken?
If they all committed suicide, wouldn’t all their efforts be in vain?
“Ah, it seems it’s because of me. Wang Xiaoming is connected to me, and with my fortune by his side, even if these prodigies are the chosen ones of fate, they can’t overcome him.”
Originally, Lin Fan thought that with so many prodigies united, even with Wang Xiaoming’s fortune, he would be thoroughly defeated. Yet, every time, Wang Xiaoming not only escaped but also inflicted psychological scars on these prodigies.
And these scars were no ordinary ones—they were deadly.
Now, Lin Fan felt it was time to step in. If he didn’t, these prodigies might truly be ruined.
As the prodigies, in their despair, raised their swords, ready to end their lives, a voice rang out.
“Ahem!”
The voice, like a great bell, resonated through the heavens and earth, shaking the hearts of the prodigies. The dark cloud in their minds suddenly dissipated, and a light broke through the endless abyss, illuminating their hearts.
“You are all prodigies of the Sacred Sect, your minds unparalleled. Now, faced with just a small setback, how can you think of death?”
Lin Fan slowly emerged from the void, his body radiating a brilliant light, his vast aura enveloping the world, making everyone feel the urge to bow.
“Who are you?”
The prodigies looked up, puzzled, unsure of who this person was.
Just as Lin Fan was about to fabricate an identity, someone among the prodigies knelt down.
“This is Ancestor Lin.”
Lin Fan was startled, not expecting any disciple to recognize him. But then he remembered the statue in the Sacred Sect and understood.
The sacrificial statue was an exact replica of him. Anyone who had seen it a few times would remember, let alone these prodigies who had seen it for decades.
The other prodigies were equally shocked.
“What? Ancestor Lin has already ascended to the upper realm. How could he be in the Profound Yellow Realm?”
“There’s no mistake. This is Ancestor Lin.”
“The aura, the appearance, the presence—it’s definitely him.”
In an instant, a vast chorus of voices rang out as all the prodigies knelt.
“We greet Ancestor Lin.”
They were very familiar with Lin Fan. Since entering the Sacred Sect, whether they had business or not, they had heard the stories told by the elders.
And once, the entire Sacred Sect’s disciples had thrived under Lin Fan’s guidance, especially the Alchemy Peak, which had been rigorously trained by him.
Some of these prodigies, needing elixirs for their cultivation, had naturally gone to Alchemy Peak to seek them, thus hearing much about him.
But they knew that a century ago, Ancestor Lin had broken through the barrier and ascended to the Ancient Saint Realm.
Thus, he had secured his place as the number one in the Profound Yellow Realm.
“Rise.”
Since he had been exposed, Lin Fan’s demeanor shifted, exuding the air of an elder.
“Why are you all like this? It’s just a small setback. How can you think of death? How will you pursue the path of eternal greatness?”
Lin Fan spoke.
“Wuwu… Ancestor, please take charge. The Chaos Demon Wang Xiaoming is truly despicable. He has oppressed us for a century. We thought that with our martial arts achievements, we could avenge our past humiliations, but we failed every time. Now, we are tainted by this shameful substance.”
“This stench—who would dare come near us now? How can we hope to fight against the Chaos Demon?”
…
Seeing the pitiful state of these prodigies, Lin Fan felt a pang of sorrow.
It was his fault for setting the difficulty too high.
For these prodigies, Wang Xiaoming was a challenge of abyssal difficulty.
Though constantly pursued, Wang Xiaoming had effortlessly brought these prodigies to the brink of annihilation. It was truly tragic.
“Ancestor, please take action and suppress the Chaos Demon, restoring peace to the Profound Yellow Realm.”
At this moment, the prodigies pleaded. For them, Wang Xiaoming was truly insurmountable, and they were nearly driven mad by him.
If Ancestor Lin took action, it would be a simple matter.
“The Chaos Demon, I am already aware of him. Suppressing him would be as easy as flipping my hand. But precisely because of that, I cannot intervene. He is an obstacle on your martial path. Only by personally defeating him can you attain the eternal path and soar to unparalleled heights.”
Lin Fan said.
“But we have fought him for a century and gained no advantage. What hope do we have now?”
The prodigies were disheartened, gradually feeling a sense of helplessness towards Wang Xiaoming.
Lin Fan looked at these prodigies, each one deeply frustrated. For a moment, he too felt a sense of despair. If this continued, how could they proceed?
He had nurtured the Profound Yellow Realm, hoping to cultivate top-tier experts who could stand against the will of the Ancient Saint Realm, increasing their chances of success.
Just as they were on the verge of success, they had all lost their fighting spirit. This was not good.
At this moment, many prodigies pleaded. For them, Wang Xiaoming was truly unbeatable and had nearly driven them mad.
If Master Lin took action, it would naturally be extremely simple.
“Why is this happening? For nearly a century, I have practiced day and night, yet I still cannot eradicate this malignant tumor. What is the use of all this cultivation?”
Zhao Wuji roared to the heavens, filled with grief and indignation. The sticky substance covering his body completely obscured his once-heroic demeanor, leaving an indescribable sense of sorrow.
“He escaped again. Every time we prepare thoroughly, that demon always manages to slip away. My heavens, my heart aches!”
“To make the Chaos Demon King pay, I have wasted the prime years of my life. Now, at the age of a hundred, I have never had a companion. And now, this vile substance has tainted my pure, snow-lotus-like body. How can I go on like this?”
“I can’t live like this anymore.”
“Who would dare come near me now?”
Pfft! Pfft!
In an instant, countless prodigies spat blood, their hearts trembling, their cultivation foundations crumbling as if they were on the verge of self-destruction, destined to fall into the cycle of reincarnation, never to rise again.
Having cultivated to such a level, each prodigy’s heart was as unyielding as a rock, indestructible. Yet, due to Wang Xiaoming’s treachery, these prodigies now found their vital energy in turmoil, their realms unstable.
For such powerful individuals, this situation was absolutely impossible.
Each prodigy, though seemingly blessed by the heavens, had endured countless life-threatening trials, surviving even the most perilous situations. Their minds had long been tempered to an unbreakable state.
Yet, now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s deceit, they found themselves in this state. This was the result of decades, even a century, of accumulated hatred.
To harbor such resentment towards someone, yet fail to kill them over decades, suffering repeated setbacks—this was an unparalleled tragedy for these prodigies.
Especially this time, with the so-called “Ultimate Mida Gong,” it shattered the last line of defense in their hearts.
“Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, I hate you!”
“What is the use of this cultivation if I cannot kill Wang Xiaoming? What face do I have left?”
“After this, I fear we will become the laughingstock of the entire Profound Yellow Realm. I would rather die than be mocked.”
“To perish and vanish, I have no regrets.”
“Brothers, I will go first. I have endured thirty years of failure.”
“Junior Brother, go ahead. We will follow.”
…
Lin Fan watched this scene, utterly dumbfounded. Was this really necessary? Just a few failures, and they were so heartbroken?
If they all committed suicide, wouldn’t all their efforts be in vain?
“Ah, it seems it’s because of me. Wang Xiaoming is connected to me, and with my luck, even if these prodigies are the chosen ones of fate, they can’t overcome him.”
Originally, Lin Fan thought that with so many prodigies united, even with Wang Xiaoming’s luck, he would be beaten to a pulp. But instead, every time, Wang Xiaoming not only escaped but also inflicted psychological scars on these prodigies.
And these scars were no ordinary ones—they were deadly.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt it was time for him to step in. If he didn’t, these prodigies might truly be ruined.
As the prodigies, in their utter despair, raised their swords to end their lives, a voice rang out.
“Ahem!”
This voice, like a great bell, resonated through the heavens and earth, shaking the hearts of the prodigies. The dark cloud in their minds suddenly dissipated, and a ray of light broke through the endless abyss, illuminating their hearts.
“You are all prodigies of the Sacred Sect, with minds unparalleled. How can you think of death over such a small setback?”
Lin Fan slowly emerged from the void, his figure radiating a brilliant light, his vast aura enveloping the world, making everyone feel the urge to bow.
“Who are you?”
The prodigies looked up, puzzled, not knowing who this person was.
Just as Lin Fan was about to fabricate an identity, suddenly, one of the prodigies knelt down in reverence.
“This is Ancestor Lin!”
Lin Fan was startled, not expecting any disciple to recognize him. But then he remembered the statue in the Sacred Sect and understood.
The statue of the Heaven-Sacrificing Spirit looked exactly like him. After seeing it a few times, anyone could remember it, let alone these prodigies who had seen it for decades.
The other prodigy disciples were equally shocked.
“What? Ancestor Lin ascended to the upper realm long ago. How could he be in the Profound Yellow Realm?”
“There’s no mistake. This is Ancestor Lin.”
“The demeanor, the appearance, the aura—it’s definitely him.”
In an instant, a vast chorus of voices rang out as all the prodigies knelt down.
“We greet Ancestor Lin!”
They were very familiar with Lin Fan. Since joining the Sacred Sect, they had heard countless stories about him from the older generation.
The entire Sacred Sect’s disciples had thrived under Lin Fan’s guidance. Among the nine peaks, the Alchemy Peak had been particularly shaped by him.
These prodigy disciples, in need of elixirs for their cultivation, often visited the Alchemy Peak, so they had heard much about him.
But they knew that a century ago, Ancestor Lin had broken through the barrier and ascended to the Ancient Sage Realm.
Thus, he had become the undisputed number one in the Profound Yellow Realm.
“Rise, all of you.”
Since his identity was revealed, Lin Fan’s demeanor shifted, exuding the aura of a venerable elder.
“Why are you all like this? It’s just a small setback. How can you think of death? How will you pursue the path of eternal greatness in the future?”
Lin Fan spoke.
“Wuwu… Ancestor, please help us. The Chaos Demon King, Wang Xiaoming, is truly despicable. He has oppressed us for a century. We thought that with our martial prowess, we could finally avenge our past humiliations, but we failed every time. Now, we are tainted with this shameful substance.”
“This stench—who would dare come near us now? How can we continue to fight against the Chaos Demon King?”
…
Seeing the pitiful state of these prodigy disciples, Lin Fan felt a pang of sorrow.
This was partly his fault for setting the difficulty too high.
For these prodigies, Wang Xiaoming was a challenge of abyssal difficulty.
Though constantly pursued, Wang Xiaoming had effortlessly brought these prodigies to the brink of collapse. It was truly tragic.
“Ancestor, please take action and suppress the Chaos Demon King, restoring peace to the Profound Yellow Realm.”
At this moment, the prodigy disciples pleaded. For them, Wang Xiaoming was truly insurmountable, and they were nearly driven mad by him.
If Ancestor Lin were to act, it would be a simple matter.
“I am aware of the Chaos Demon King. Suppressing him would be as easy as flipping my hand. But I cannot intervene, for he is an obstacle on your martial path. Only by personally defeating him can you attain the eternal path and soar to unparalleled heights.”
Lin Fan said.
“But we have fought him for a century and gained no advantage. How can we have any confidence in the future?”
The disciples were disheartened, gradually feeling a sense of helplessness towards Wang Xiaoming.
Lin Fan looked at these prodigies, each one deeply frustrated. For a moment, he too felt a sense of despair. If this continued, how could they proceed?
He had nurtured the Profound Yellow Realm with the hope of cultivating top-tier experts, so that when facing the will of the Ancient Sage Realm, they would have a greater chance of success.
Just when they were on the verge of success, they had all lost their fighting spirit. This was not good.
Lin Fan said.
“But we’ve fought him for a hundred years and haven’t gained any advantage. What hope do we have in the future?”
Everyone felt heartache, gradually developing a sense of helplessness toward Wang Xiaoming.
Looking at these prodigies, each one filled with pain, Lin Fan felt a sense of helplessness himself. If this continued, how could things proceed?
He had cultivated the Xuanhuang World, hoping to nurture top experts who could stand against the will of the Gu Sheng World with greater confidence.
It seemed like success was within reach, yet now they were all losing their fighting spirit, which was quite unfortunate.
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