Chapter 441: I Feel Like You’re Both Right.

Among the crowd, Meng Hao and Mie Qiongqi suddenly exuded a mysterious aura—an aura ancient, profound, and filled with the weight of time.

BOOM…

A thousand miles away, the first statue dedicated to the founding ancestor of the Holy Sect stirred. A beam of light erupted from the statue, piercing through layers of void, and in the blink of an eye, appeared before everyone.

Lin Fan stared at the scene before him, astonished.

Martial God Meng Hao, Reincarnation Emperor Mie Qiongqi—the founding ancestor of the Holy Sect—was actually the War God. Then, exactly who was the Zunzhi (Supreme Sovereign)?

WHIRR…

At that moment, Lin Fan noticed the Supreme Sovereign’s Token inside his backpack violently vibrating, desperately trying to escape but unable to.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Fan’s face as he released the token.

A brilliant light flashed, and the token floated before everyone, followed by the gradual emergence of a phantom figure.

Looking at the phantom shadows behind Meng Hao and Mie Qiongqi, Lin Fan felt a slight tremor in his heart. Even this aura alone was enough to instill fear.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, stunned by the spectacle before them.

Especially the Sect Leader Yan and Elder Wuya, upon seeing the founding ancestor’s phantom, felt an overwhelming urge to kneel and worship.

They had never imagined that the founding ancestor had always existed within the statue.

At that moment, Sect Leader Yan instantly understood why the statue had been able to bestow enlightenment upon disciples—all the answers lay here.

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“Hahaha… Look at the four of you—how pitifully you live! Even the Reincarnation Emperor, who claimed to possess an immortal divine consciousness, couldn’t escape destruction!” In the void, Yuan Tiandi, who had already devoured the Heavenly Dao, laughed out loud mockingly as he gazed at the four, his eyes briefly flashing with nostalgia before quickly turning into deep sarcasm.

“Heavenly Emperor, what is all this for?” The Sovereign, now merely a wisp of divine consciousness, asked while looking toward Yuan Tiandi in the sky.

“Why? Of course, for hope! Yet you were willing to spend eternity like obedient grandchildren, forever trapped like helpless insects, clinging to survival in this world.” Yuan Tiandi said passionately.

“Heavenly Emperor, enough! Can’t you see the truth before you? That is an existence beyond our strength. We endured countless hardships to return from the Upper Realm and set up these restrictions precisely to preserve our final hope.” The War God’s phantom spoke.

“Silence! Once, you fought across the world, fearless and unyielding before any hardship. Now, you no longer deserve the title of War God. You’ve become weak and cowardly. You are no longer the War God I once knew. Today, my goal is to break these restrictions, lead humanity back to the Upper Realm, and open a new future!” Yuan Tiandi declared, staring at the four.

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Lin Fan, at this moment, wore a bewildered expression, completely confused about what these people were doing.

“Shut up, all of you!” Lin Fan finally shouted, unable to get a word in edgewise and growing slightly annoyed with the group.

This roar brought the five arguing figures to a halt, and their gazes turned toward Lin Fan.

“Young one, this matter is beyond your interference,” the Reincarnation Emperor said, exuding an aura of overbearing might.

Embodying the Dao of life and death, he seemed to have touched the ultimate truth of the Dao and comprehended the deepest principles of heaven and earth.

“Stop showing off. You four are now just wisps of divine consciousness—what more do you want to do? He has devoured the Heavenly Dao, possesses a complete physical form, and could kill you all with a mere gesture.” Lin Fan hated nothing more than someone trying to act superior in front of him.

To Lin Fan, these people had completely overdone their arrogant posturing.

A War God, a Martial God, a Reincarnation Emperor, a Sovereign, and now a Yuan Tiandi.

Each title grew more audacious than the last.

Thinking about himself, he still hadn’t earned a title of his own—how pitiful. He should really consider taking on a mighty title if he got the chance.

“Hahaha…” Floating in the void, Yuan Tiandi laughed wildly. “You four haven’t even been understood by a young man. He’s right—now you are but wisps of divine consciousness. I will open this world—can any of you stop me?”

“Young man, join me in conquering the Upper Realm! Humanity needs hope, but they have become fearful and weak. They are no longer the hope of humanity, no longer the sacred figures in people’s hearts. Now they are just pitiful insects, struggling desperately to cling to life in this world…” Yuan Tiandi gazed at Lin Fan with burning intensity, filled with desperate anticipation.

“Okay…” Lin Fan replied calmly, looking at Yuan Tiandi.

“Hahahaha! Finally, someone understands me! Finally, someone shares my vision! You four, not even a young man can match you in wisdom. You’ve lived tens of thousands of years in vain!” Yuan Tiandi roared into the sky.

The four—Sovereign and others—looked at Lin Fan helplessly and shook their heads. “Do you know what will happen if this world is opened? Anyone who breaks through the peak of the Grand Heaven Ascension will enter the Upper Realm, a land of nightmares. Humanity will be like ants, pushing our race toward destruction.”

“Silence, you four cowards! How can the fate of the Xuanhuang World be controlled by you? Why do countless other races continuously pour into the Upper Realm instead of remaining isolated? Because they know how to fight, how to resist everything. But all you know is to hide. Look at all these people around you—they’ve been kept in ignorance forever, unable to pursue their own destinies, all because you four selfishly imposed your will upon others!” Yuan Tiandi roared.

The four Sovereigns clenched their fists tightly. “Tiandi, you are leading Xuanhuang toward irreversible ruin. do you realize this will only hasten its destruction?”

“How many worlds have been destroyed across the multiverse? The Jingang World, the Dragon World, the Alchemy World… were you truly unaware of their destruction?” The Sovereign stared fiercely at Yuan Tiandi.

“Cowards will always be cowards. At least they died having fought. But you, out of selfishness, have toyed with Xuanhuang World as you pleased, and in the end, you won’t even understand why you were destroyed, without even a struggle…” Yuan Tiandi said.

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At this moment, Lin Fan didn’t want to say much. He didn’t care who was right or wrong here. Between the four and Yuan Tiandi, no one could clearly say who was correct.

If Lin Fan had to choose, he felt both sides had merit.

Fate must be seized through struggle, not avoided.

If avoiding fate was merely about prolonging life by a little, then better to fight to the death against fate itself.

Yet what the Sovereign said was also true—knowing it leads only to death, why fight at all? Perhaps it was better to just let it end.

Watching the people he cared about die before his eyes—Lin Fan knew he couldn’t bear that.

“Enough! Yuan Tiandi, return the Heavenly Dao to me!” At this moment, He Yuhan, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.

She was a manifestation of the Heavenly Dao’s will. No one in Xuanhuang World understood it better than her. To reclaim the Heavenly Dao, she had chosen the Heaven’s Chosen, nurturing him all the way, relying on his strength.

Yuan Tiandi turned to He Yuhan. “Heavenly Dao, you’ve fallen. You’d rather cower in fear with them, clinging to survival.”

“Desecrating the Heavenly Dao is a crime punishable by death. By this alone, everything you’ve done is wrong,” He Yuhan said, stepping forward. Then she turned to Xia Youtian, a trace of guilt appearing on her delicate face.

“Big Brother Xia, I’m sorry. I hope you won’t blame me.” At this moment, a brilliant column of light suddenly surged from He Yuhan’s body.

“Little Yuhuan, what are you saying…” Xia Youtian felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he sensed she was about to leave him forever.

At that moment, his own power seemed to be drawn out by He Yuhan, continuously seeping away.