Lin Fan gazed at Nanmo Xianwang with a strange expression in his eyes. “Could it be that Nanmo Xianwang has some hidden difficulty? If that’s truly the case, feel free to speak. I believe I can understand.”
Observing Lin Fan’s demeanor, Nanmo Xianwang sensed that if he failed to provide a satisfactory answer today, he might end up like Zhenli Xianwang. As a Xianwang, he naturally feared no one, but the person before him had actually slain Zhenli Xianwang without sustaining the slightest injury, clearly no ordinary opponent.
Though Lin Fan’s attitude appeared to be one of inquiry, there was an unmistakable arrogance in his posture, as if silently declaring, “If you disagree, I’ll just resort to violence.”
After a moment of contemplation, Nanmo Xianwang spoke with a tone of righteousness. “The Endless Continent suffers greatly from calamities. As a Xianwang, how can I simply sit idle? Rest assured, I will emerge from seclusion to offer assistance.”
Lin Fan’s heart leapt with joy. “It’s clear that Nanmo Xianwang sees reason. Just imagine—if the Endless Continent falls, how can a Xianwang remain unaffected? Come, let’s depart from here immediately.”
“Wait,” Nanmo Xianwang quickly interjected, his tone softening. “Recently, I’ve been cultivating a divine technique. Once fully mastered, even the Primordial Gods of the Moonshadow Continent might not be my match. Since the Primordial Gods of the Moonshadow Continent have yet to appear, we still have some time. Perhaps I should wait for them to emerge before I act. What do you think?”
Lin Fan eyed Nanmo Xianwang suspiciously. “I sense the aura of Buddha Wuliangwang in the future. Are you… reluctant to go? Or are you just trying to deceive me?”
“Not at all! Absolutely not! As Nanmo Xianwang, I naturally cannot remain indifferent to such matters,” Nanmo Xianwang replied, though inwardly he was growing angry. Yet, he had nowhere to vent his frustration. With anyone else, he would have already subdued them, but this person before him was extremely dangerous—far from easy to provoke. He had to remain calm. From what he had witnessed, this fellow was a serious threat. It was better to avoid conflict for now.
“Then what exactly do you mean?” Lin Fan asked.
“As far as I know,” Nanmo Xianwang explained, “there are several immensely powerful Primordial Gods within the Moonshadow Continent—far beyond my current strength. If I can successfully master this divine technique in the meantime, I’ll have a much better chance. Therefore, at this critical moment, I cannot afford to waste even a moment. However, rest assured, although I won’t go myself, I will send my Heitian Demon King with an army to the front lines.”
As he spoke, he raised his finger. The calm sea surface suddenly surged with towering waves, and a fierce, oppressive aura erupted.
Lin Fan focused his gaze. A massive whirlpool abruptly appeared on the sea surface, bottomless and emitting a chilling, frigid energy.
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of countless hooves thundered forth. A black flag emerged, and the moment it appeared, the sky and earth dimmed. One after another, warriors mounted on black demonic steeds and wielding massive banners appeared upon the sea.
At a glance, there were at least ten thousand of them.
This army exuded a fierce and formidable aura, as if forged through countless battles, radiating a bloodthirsty pressure.
“This is my Heitian Demon King Legion. Even a Xianzun would perish within it. Even a Xianwang would have to expend significant effort to overcome them. With their aid, I believe they will provide considerable assistance,” Nanmo Xianwang declared.
Internally, however, he felt a pang of regret. This Heitian Demon King Legion had taken him countless years to forge. When fully completed, it could rival even a Xianwang. Now, it was about eighty percent complete, but he had no choice but to placate the other party.
Lin Fan observed the army and nodded approvingly. Their momentum was impressive, their strength commendable. However, they could only contain ordinary Xianwangs. Against formidable Xianwang experts like Buddha Wuliangwang of the future, they would be wiped out with a mere wave of the hand. Still, they were more than sufficient for dealing with lesser adversaries. With the Moonshadow Continent’s inhabitants being so numerous, having such a cavalry force would certainly alleviate some pressure.
“Very well… Nanmo Xianwang, I hope you will honor your promise and lend your strength when the Primordial Gods of the Moonshadow Continent descend,” Lin Fan said.
“Naturally. As Nanmo Xianwang, I will certainly do my utmost,” Nanmo Xianwang replied.
Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, and in an instant, the Heitian Demon King army transformed into a dense black mist, eventually condensing into a battle-standard. Black mist coiled around the flag, exuding a fierce and oppressive aura.
“Farewell…”
Now that Nanmo Xianwang had agreed to intervene, that was sufficient for the time being. As for what might happen later, that was beyond Lin Fan’s concern. Naturally, if Nanmo Xianwang broke his word when the time came, he would simply have to be eliminated.
Nanmo Xianwang nodded. After Lin Fan departed, his calm gaze suddenly turned sharp. The Eternal Tyrant was not someone to be dominated by others.
“Amitabha, Nanmo Xianwang, allowing yourself to be humiliated by a junior like that… I feel somewhat remorseful,” Future Buddha Wuliangwang appeared in the sky.
“It’s nothing,” Nanmo Xianwang replied. “Buddha Wuliangwang, what exactly are you plotting? Although this junior is a Xianwang expert, if you were to act, you should easily be able to suppress him.”
Buddha Wuliangwang merely smiled without responding, chanting a Buddhist mantra. Yet, his golden eyes flickered with an unusual glint. If not for the boy possessing that mysterious and unpredictable artifact, why would he fear such a fellow?
However, the time was not yet ripe. He wasn’t in a hurry. Even when he had previously joined forces with the God of War, they had failed to kill the youth. It seemed the boy possessed great fortune and was not easily slain. It would be better to wait until the Primordial Gods descended and use their hands to achieve unexpected results.
Nanmo Xianwang said nothing further to Future Buddha Wuliangwang. With a flick of his sleeve, he returned to the Black Mountains. That Heitian Demon King Legion was merely a prototype. The true masterpiece remained under his control—a force capable of challenging a Xianwang. How could he possibly hand it over to such a junior?
Zhenli Xianwang, that fool, deserved to die. If his ancestor hadn’t been Heavenly Sovereign Wendao, who would have cared about him? Yet, whether or not Heavenly Sovereign Wendao had truly perished remained uncertain. For now, caution was necessary.
Future Buddha Wuliangwang was no simple opponent either, likely scheming for the Dao of the Heavenly Sovereign. He must remain vigilant.
As for those Primordial Gods, Nanmo Xianwang had long maintained good relations with several of them. Naturally, he had no intention of interfering in the affairs of the Endless Continent.
The Primordial Gods sought faith, while they sought the Dao of the Heavenly Sovereign. There was no direct connection between them, yet mutual exploitation was possible. As for the survival or destruction of these insignificant beings, what concern was it to them?
…
The Blood Sea and the Blood Mountain stood empty.
The Prison Abyss was also deserted.
When Lin Fan arrived at these two places, he found them completely abandoned, not even a single soul in sight.
It seemed they were deliberately avoiding him.
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