Chapter 690: Bald Monk, Speak the Truth.

“Puh!”

A streak of crimson light pierced through the heavens, as if ten thousand swords were tearing through the sky.

Drip!

“This hurts like hell,” Lin Fan exclaimed. Blood was gushing from his body, his form riddled with countless wounds. Even though his physical strength had reached the eighth level of Divine Heaven, it was still insufficient to withstand the killing force of the Blood Luster Sage.

“Ding! Congratulations, your ‘Eternal Body’ has gained 20,000 experience points.”

“Damn it, what good is gaining experience now? I’m barely holding on,” Lin Fan muttered, as the Wutong Divine Tree poured a vast amount of vitality into him to repair his body.

However, the attacks from the Blood Luster Sage were too sharp. Even a typical ninth-level Divine Heaven cultivator who had unified the Eight Desolations might not be able to harm Lin Fan’s incredibly strong body. Yet before the Blood Luster Sage, his once-proud physique was as fragile as paper.

“Have you taken some kind of pill? You’re clearly at the ninth level of Divine Heaven with the Eight Desolations united, so why is your power so overwhelming?” Lin Fan was at a loss, even feeling like he wanted to give up and die.

In Lin Fan’s eyes, this was incredibly frustrating. How could he have run into such a formidable opponent?

“Great Fan’s Spirit, are you finally ready?” Lin Fan saw the Great Fan’s Spirit preparing inside his spiritual realm, his impatience growing.

“Alright, today I, Great Fan’s Spirit, will show off my power!” Great Fan’s Spirit solemnly nodded.

“Blood Luster Sage, prepare yourself for my strongest move!” Lin Fan roared, slamming his palm forward, while Great Fan’s Spirit howled in unison.

“Hmph!” The Blood Luster Sage sneered, his robes flaring as a powerful aura erupted from him, directly suppressing Great Fan’s Spirit.

Bang!

Great Fan’s Spirit instantly exploded, transforming into a thick mist. Lin Fan anxiously hoped that Great Fan’s Spirit would succeed.

“Blood Luster Sage, just wait until I make you personally enjoy the pleasures of life—I guarantee you’ll love it,” Lin Fan folded his arms, confident that he had begun to take control of the battle.

“Great Fan’s Spirit” was Lin Fan’s signature move. Usually, when facing a powerful opponent, Lin Fan would engage in a couple of exchanges first. Only when he realized he couldn’t win would he summon “Great Fan’s Spirit” to finish the job. As for what would happen next, Lin Fan already had a clear idea.

The Blood Luster Sage would surely be overwhelmed by pleasure, becoming agitated and out of control.

Of course, to avoid being “enjoyed” by the Blood Luster Sage himself, Lin Fan prepared to enter a stealth state. If the desire-driven Blood Luster Sage targeted him, it would be a disaster.

Lin Fan waited leisurely, but suddenly saw “Great Fan’s Spirit” running back, looking dejected.

“Master, that guy isn’t normal. His entire mind is filled with lust. Even his second soul was masturbating! I almost got caught by his second soul when I entered his spiritual realm—I nearly lost my innocence!” Great Fan’s Spirit sobbed, for him, this was a humiliation unlike any he had ever experienced.

“What?!” Lin Fan was stunned. Could this actually happen?

“Hmph, I thought it was something special, but it’s just a tool to manipulate desires. My true form is the filthiest blood under heaven and earth. Do you really think you can manipulate my desires?” The Blood Luster Sage’s eyes gleamed with mockery as he burst into wild laughter.

“Human Emperor Lin Fan, your time has come. Let your soul be mine to enjoy!” The Blood Luster Sage extended his hand, and a sea of blood surged forth, emitting a foul stench. Within the blood sea, countless souls of desire screamed in rage.

“Damn it, this time I’ve really messed up. I never thought I’d run into a pervert like this,” Lin Fan’s face turned pale with fear. “Blood Luster Sage, the tides of fortune turn—just wait, you bastard!”

Now, there was only one last option. To avoid being dominated by this pervert, Lin Fan could only retreat into the “Heavenly Crucible,” cultivate within it, refine his body to the highest level, and then emerge to confront the Blood Luster Sage head-on.

“Hahaha! Your time is up, and you still dare to defy me? Die!” The Blood Luster Sage radiated an overwhelming aura. Though his cultivation was only at the ninth level of Divine Heaven, his foundation was unfathomably deep. Even the supreme being of the Ancient Clans, “Jie,” would be hard-pressed to match him.

After all, “Jie” was the weakest among the Eight Supremes.

“Damn it, this is really unfair,” Lin Fan often courted danger, but this time, he had gone too far—far beyond anything he had imagined.

“Boom!”

“Believer, let this humble monk rescue you.”

Just then, a Buddhist chant rang out, and countless golden Buddha figures recited scriptures. A series of colossal Buddha fists smashed into the blood sea.

“Bald monk, didn’t you run away already? Why are you back?” Lin Fan turned his head and saw that Sakyamuni had somehow returned.

“Believer, if I do not descend into hell…” Sakyamuni’s expression turned serious and solemn.

“Alright, alright, just tell me the truth,” Lin Fan interrupted. He didn’t believe a single word the monk said.

But the fact that this monk had returned to rescue him, despite the danger, deeply moved Lin Fan.

In the merciless Ancient Saint Realm, someone actually risked their life to save him. It almost made Lin Fan feel like offering himself in gratitude.

“Believer, I am a monk of the Buddha Clan, devoted to illuminating the world. Now that evil forces are rampant, even if I am outmatched, I cannot stand idly by…”

“Bald monk, please, just tell me the truth. We might both die soon, so let me at least know what’s really going on,” Lin Fan was practically furious enough to beat the monk senseless.

Most people would be fooled by the monk’s words.

But Lin Fan was no ordinary person—he had seen right through the monk from head to toe.

“Believer, you… sigh, forget it,” Sakyamuni sighed in disappointment. He never expected this believer to see through him so thoroughly, not even giving him a chance to show off.

“Alright then, tell me the truth,” Lin Fan said seriously.

Sakyamuni looked at Lin Fan and blinked his bright eyes. “Believer, there’s something I’d like to say, but I’m not sure if I should.”

“Say it,” Lin Fan replied.

“Believer, if you die, what should I do with my chest? I aspire to become a Buddha; how can I bear such a demonic body?” Sakyamuni was on the verge of tears. “If you hadn’t transformed me into this, I wouldn’t have come back either!”

“Bald monk, you’re asking for death!” The Blood Luster Sage roared furiously, his expression darkening. The Buddhist techniques were his greatest weakness, capable of purifying his corrupt energy.

“Blood Luster Believer, call me Venerable Sakyamuni, or I shall become enraged,” Sakyamuni declared sternly.

“Bald monk, what’s the plan?” Lin Fan slapped Sakyamuni’s shoulder.

“Believer, what do you think?” Sakyamuni asked.

“You take the front, I’ll take the back—we’ll divide and conquer,” Lin Fan said after a moment of thought.

“Good. Today, let’s work together, Believer. If we can slay this evil, we will be saving countless lives,” Sakyamuni sighed.

“Alright, enough talking. Let’s do this.”

“Good, you go first.”

“No, you go first.”

“Believer, we can’t do it like this. Let’s attack together, alright?”

“Fine.”

…

“You’re both asking for death,” the Blood Luster Sage sneered coldly, his killing intent surging.