Chapter 761: What on Earth Is This?

“Did he really just use his ultimate move? Could it be that I actually have to go out and fight head-on now?”

Although Saint looked pretty battered at the moment, Lin Fan knew it was merely an illusion. For a being of such strength, even if reduced to a pile of flesh, he could recover completely. Let alone merely losing an arm.

Sure enough, Saint roared furiously, his magical energy surging. The severed arm was wrapped in a mass of flesh, which twisted and shifted rapidly, growing into a brand new arm.

Moreover, Saint’s aura remained completely unchanged, as if the previous explosion had caused not even a scratch.

“Hahahaha… Whatever else you’ve got, bring it on!” The Supreme Saint took a giant step forward, his palm striking outward. The Celestial Crucible soared swiftly above the Ancient Saint Altar.

“I’m out of tricks,” Lin Fan rolled his eyes. Truly, he had no other options left.

“Weren’t you just so mighty? What? Giving up already?” Saint folded his hands behind his back, standing firmly on the altar, his aura mighty and majestic.

This was the true embodiment of supremacy now, every movement exuding immense dignity.

Seeing Saint act so arrogantly, Lin Fan felt a deep sense of pain inside. This guy was showing off like he was channeling his ancestors.

He had been careless for a moment, letting Saint regain the upper hand. But what could he do? As long as the Celestial Crucible remained unbroken, he would be immortal.

“Saint, don’t get too cocky. Today, I’m right here inside the Celestial Crucible. Show me what you’ve got!”

At this moment, Lin Fan could only swallow his bitterness. Now Saint had turned the tables, once again standing over him, and he could do absolutely nothing about it. It was truly unbearable.

Lin Fan lay inside the Celestial Crucible, his mind racing, not knowing what to do. This brute was just too domineering.

Could he really have no choice but to go out and fight head-on?

But this guy had become even more powerful after summoning the Ancient Saint Altar. What did he have to fight back with?

What good was surviving the Heaven’s Tribulation? What good were his three soul fragments?

He still couldn’t defeat the opponent.

“Fine, I’ll just lie here like a corpse and wait for a better idea someday,” Lin Fan sighed helplessly.

Yet at that very moment, a few words from Saint sent Lin Fan’s heart pounding wildly.

“Hmph, I, the Supreme, may not be able to break the Celestial Crucible, but I won’t let you off easily either. If so, then stay in that Crucible forever!” The Supreme Saint coldly declared.

“Offering of the Ancient Saint, suppression of all existence, eternal permanence.”

“All living beings cultivate for eternal freedom. Insect, today I shall grant your wish, imprisoning you eternally beneath the Ancient Saint Altar.”

In an instant, Saint’s hand stretched out like it had torn through the void itself. This was the ancient race’s sealing technique, and with Saint wielding it, its power was boundless. If sealed, he would never escape again.

Of course, although Saint possessed the Ancient Saint Altar, when the Will of Heaven awakened, the Altar would leave him and return to the Will of Heaven.

However, Saint had now found a new treasure—the Celestial Crucible in Lin Fan’s hands.

Once the Will of Heaven awakened, Saint would use its power to completely refine Lin Fan, seizing the treasure for himself.

A treasure with astonishing defensive power was exactly what Saint needed.

As for the technique Lin Fan had used to kill him, although Saint hated it deeply, he had memorized it well.

Although that technique could cause the Three-Star Clan to self-destruct, it lacked the true essence of their self-destruction.

Once this matter was over, Saint would capture large numbers of the Three-Star Clan again, cultivating them into true experts.

Then, combined with the Celestial Crucible, no matter where he went, who could possibly rival him—not even other Supremes.

“Oh no,” Lin Fan’s expression changed drastically. He had originally thought he was safe enough, but now it was clear he had been overly optimistic.

The black surface of the Ancient Saint Altar suddenly split open, a crack appearing, from which a beam of light erupted. This beam wrapped around the Celestial Crucible, pulling it forcefully.

With a clap of his hands, Saint unleashed thousands of magical runes. These runes overflowed with binding power and surrounded the surface of the Celestial Crucible.

Even though Lin Fan was inside the Crucible now, he could still feel the binding force.

“Saint has so many tricks. If this continues, I’m really doomed,” Lin Fan’s heart trembled, not knowing what to do.

These thousands of runes radiated divine light, each filled with binding demons of various sizes, howling as if to suppress all existence.

Under this binding force, the Celestial Crucible gradually weakened, as if it could no longer resist.

“All of this was just wishful thinking.”

“The Celestial Crucible is merely a divine tool for forging weapons, not a treasure with offensive capabilities. If I hide inside it, relying on its durability, I should be safe.”

But it was uncertain whether Saint might use other forces to kill him.

If he were sealed inside the Ancient Saint Altar for millions of years without any replenishment of Saint Spirit Energy, he would surely wither and die.

“No, I absolutely cannot just wait for death.”

Lin Fan prepared to make a final desperate attempt.

If he were to die like this, it would be deeply regrettable.

“Hahaha…”

Saint laughed wildly, as if everything were under his control.

“Damn it, I’ll take you down with me!”

Lin Fan transformed into a streak of rainbow light, immediately emerging from the Celestial Crucible. With a wave of his hand, he returned the Crucible into his system.

“Now that you’ve come out, this treasure shall be mine,” the Supreme Saint declared, attempting to seize the Celestial Crucible. But suddenly, the Crucible seemed to vanish from existence entirely, disappearing without a trace.

Even the binding runes attached to the Crucible lost all connection.

Where had it gone? Where could it possibly be?

Saint was deeply puzzled, but when he saw Lin Fan, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

“Binding, suppression.”

Saint’s fingers formed a claw, descending from the sky, a massive force overwhelming Lin Fan. He felt his body under immense pressure, being dragged forcefully toward the Ancient Saint Altar.

“This is it—he’s going to seal my very essence into the cracks!”

Lin Fan unleashed countless techniques, his magical energy reaching its peak. The Celestial Elixir rotated at terrifying speeds, yet he still could not resist this immense pressure.

Suddenly, Lin Fan noticed a terrifying force brewing within the cracks of the Ancient Saint Altar.

Boom!

In an instant, this force erupted skyward, engulfing Lin Fan completely.

“Ahh!”

Lin Fan roared furiously as his body was torn apart by an immense force, his immortal divine body already shattering.

“Boy, I will reduce you to your primal essence.”

In Saint’s eyes, Lin Fan was merely a slightly larger insect. Without the protection of the Celestial Crucible, he had essentially chosen his own death.

“Game over…”

Lin Fan felt deep regret. This time, he had truly gone too far, risking his very life.

Bang!

In an instant, Lin Fan’s body exploded, turning into a mass of flesh. This flesh twisted and moved, attempting to reassemble itself.

“I never thought I’d end up like this,” Lin Fan screamed inwardly.

“Hahaha, die…”

Saint extended his massive hand, reaching toward the mass of flesh. He intended to swallow it whole, letting it suffer endlessly within his body, never to be reborn.

But at that very moment…

A mysterious aura suddenly erupted from the mass of flesh.

“What is this?”

Both Lin Fan and Saint were shocked simultaneously…