Chapter 805: Continuing to Dig the Pit

The Sacred Land, the peak of existence.

“Old man, the moment I returned, you summoned me here. Do you have many questions for me?”

Lin Fan stepped out from the void passage, glancing left and right. He had never been to this place before.

What surprised Lin Fan was that beside the old man stood another old man.

But upon thinking about it, he realized how lonely one would be alone; naturally, someone would be needed for company.

“So this is your disciple? Quite the talent,” the elder beside Feng Qingzi remarked, inspecting Lin Fan from head to toe.

He had only heard from Feng Qingzi about this disciple, especially how he had fought fiercely against the supreme of the Ancient Clan, which had astonished him greatly.

Among the living beings of the myriad races, only the guardians of the four Sacred Lands could dare to challenge the supreme of the Ancient Clan.

Other powerful cultivators, though strong, still fell far short of being able to oppose the Ancient Clan.

Unless they were rare prodigies like the Emperor of Water and Fire, who could rival the supreme without attaining the Eternal Seat, but how many such prodigies could there be?

“Haha, I’m not just talented, I’m a genius, old man. Where’s my Jie?” Lin Fan replied with a smile.

“Kid, tell me honestly, in the end, what really happened? What became of the Saint?”

Feng Qingzi did not answer Lin Fan’s question but asked seriously instead.

This matter was of utmost importance to Feng Qingzi.

“You want to know?” Lin Fan smirked, thinking of a good idea. “Recently, I urgently need some Holy Sun Pills. If…”

“Here, these are all the Holy Sun Pills I have.”

Without hesitation, Feng Qingzi waved his hand, and a mighty river of Holy Sun energy surged forth. From his sleeve, fierce and roaring Holy Sun dragons flew out in droves.

“Old man, you’re so generous?” Lin Fan was stunned. He hadn’t even finished speaking, yet Feng Qingzi had already given so much, which surprised him greatly.

A mere count revealed a trillion Holy Sun Pills, which astonished Lin Fan.

“Enough with the suspense, just tell me quickly,” Feng Qingzi said, his heart aching. That trillion Holy Sun Pills represented his entire savings.

Over the years, aside from the expenses for maintaining the Sacred Land, he had barely managed to save this much.

Though Lin Fan didn’t say much, he was deeply grateful to his master in his heart and proceeded to speak candidly without concealment.

“The Saint is dead, and I have obtained the Ancient Saint Altar.”

“Indeed!”

Feng Qingzi and the other elder exchanged glances, their suspicions confirmed, and they both exhaled in relief.

“Good disciple, you truly surprised me. Surely you didn’t miss out on the Eternal Seat?”

For Feng Qingzi, killing the supreme of the Ancient Clan was naturally exhilarating, but the Eternal Seat was still the most important.

“Hehe, tell me, what do you think this is?”

In an instant, Gengu appeared beside Lin Fan.

The moment Gengu appeared, an immense aura erupted forth.

Feng Qingzi and the others changed expressions, instantly becoming alert, but soon relaxed again.

“This…” Feng Qingzi looked at the Ancient Clan figure before him in shock.

Seeing the astonished expressions on the two elders, Lin Fan couldn’t help but laugh.

“This is Gengu, the supreme of the Ancient Clan from ten thousand years ago. But now, he has been subdued by me,” Lin Fan explained.

Now with two supremes under his command, he had a formidable force. Even against another supreme, he could confidently claim victory.

“Excellent! Truly excellent!”

Feng Qingzi let out a long cry, his mood soaring. This was the most exhilarating news he had received in ten thousand years.

“Of course, you can always count on me. This time, due to the Ancient Saint Altar, I returned once to the Xuanhuang Realm. Now the Xuanhuang Realm has been refined by me, and it is nurturing its first wave of power. However, on my way back, I encountered the Will of Heaven.”

“The Will of Heaven.”

At the mention of this, Feng Qingzi’s expression turned grave.

“With our current strength, we can stand on equal footing with the supreme of the Ancient Clan. But the most critical factor is the Will of Heaven.”

“Once, from the lips of a supreme, I learned that the Sacred Lands are merely a sliver of hope granted by the Will of Heaven to the myriad races. If the Will of Heaven truly awakens, the Sacred Lands will likely cease to exist.”

“How could it be like this?”

This was the first time Lin Fan had heard such news. Previously, he had thought the Sacred Lands were the sole refuge in times of crisis, yet he never expected that they were a sliver of hope granted by the Will of Heaven to the myriad races.

“What benefit does this opening of the myriad worlds bring to the Will of Heaven?” Lin Fan asked.

“This question involves many things. Actually, the myriad worlds initially were lifeless realms. The Will of Heaven in the Ancient Saint Realm already existed, and to strengthen itself, it allowed the myriad worlds to nurture life and improve their rules. Then, at the optimal moment, the Will of Heaven in the Ancient Saint Realm would devour the myriad worlds, breaking through its own barrier to reach a higher level.”

“Long ago, dating back to the ancient chaotic era, the living beings of the myriad races did not need to ascend. The Ancient Saint Realm was entirely the domain of the Ancient Clan. At that time, heaven-defying geniuses emerged, ruling their own domains. When the Will of Heaven sought to devour the myriad worlds, it faced resistance. Though the Will of Heaven failed that time, more than ninety percent of the myriad world’s cultivators perished. The Will of Heaven, having consumed too much power, fell into slumber. To prevent such an event from recurring, it established a rule: when cultivators in the myriad worlds reached a certain cultivation level, they must ascend.”

“This ensured that the power of the myriad world’s beings remained weak while the Ancient Clan fought amongst themselves, devouring beings to strengthen their own power.”

Listening to Feng Qingzi’s explanation, Lin Fan finally understood.

So that was how it was—learning from past mistakes.

The Will of Heaven in the Ancient Saint Realm had once been foolish, but after failing once, it revised its rules.

This time, the Will of Heaven in the Ancient Saint Realm seemed determined to succeed.

But for Lin Fan, no matter how turbulent the storm, as long as someone dared to act recklessly, he would suppress them without mercy.

“I see. But old man, where is my Jie?”

Lin Fan asked.

“Kid, can’t you offer a few thoughts first? Your Jie is right here. Don’t worry.”

Feng Qingzi had just spoken solemnly, expecting the young man to express some sentimentality, but never imagined that the youth would show no interest, leaving Feng Qingzi somewhat helpless.

“What use is all this talk now? Did you personally experience the ancient chaos?” Lin Fan asked.

“No, I only heard it from the elders of old,” Feng Qingzi replied.

“There you go, old man. I’m telling you, nowadays, stories get exaggerated with every retelling. So don’t think too much about it. We’ll deal with whatever comes our way when it arrives,” Lin Fan said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Now, I need to go out with my Jie. Recently, I urgently need Holy Sun Pills, so I must find some powerful cultivators to specially refine them for me.”

Lin Fan’s current sole thought was to find some powerful cultivators, forcefully convert them, and then have them refine Holy Sun Pills night and day.

He also planned to rob some Ancient Clan experts, stripping them of all their resources to accumulate enough Holy Sun Pills. Only then would he truly soar.

“Alright, enough talking. I’m leaving. I don’t think this Sacred Land is very safe anymore. Are you familiar with the guardians of the other three Sacred Lands?”

Lin Fan asked.

“Why do you ask that?” Feng Qingzi questioned.

“If you know them well, tell them to contribute some Holy Sun Pills. If not, I’ll just swindle them,” Lin Fan replied.

After Feng Qingzi spoke, Lin Fan immediately left the place.

“This kid, he really doesn’t know the meaning of respecting his teacher,” Feng Qingzi muttered, watching the youth leave without even a word of farewell.

“Haha, your disciple is quite interesting.”

“Sigh, I don’t know why I chose this kid back then,” Feng Qingzi shook his head and said.