Lin Fan felt somewhat nervous at the moment. This was his first time exploring an ancient ruin, and he had no idea what might be lurking inside.
The broken stupas around him were covered in moss, signs of their ancient age. On their surfaces were imprints of black bloodstains, long dried and ominous.
“Master, this place feels unsettling,” Sha Dulong said, following closely behind Lin Fan, his eyes alertly scanning the surroundings. Even before entering what looked like the entrance to hell, he already felt a chilling coldness crawling through his bones.
“Hmm,” Lin Fan replied, his heart pounding with tension. This wasn’t a joking matter—he absolutely hated these eerie, shadowy environments. If fierce beasts attacked, he wouldn’t be so nervous; he could always fight back.
But the current situation scared him. He was terrified of a sudden, horrifying hand grabbing him from the ground, followed by a grotesque face appearing before him. That kind of horror would break anyone’s mind.
The flame crackled as it burned, casting light at the entrance’s darkness. However, the fire illuminated only a small area, barely revealing a few steps ahead.
Truly a place without light or sky, pitch-black and suffocating.
“You go outside and wait for me,” Lin Fan originally intended for Sha Dulong to accompany him inside, but given the current situation, he had no choice.
If something happened inside, Lin Fan had ways to protect himself, but Sha Dulong, in his eyes, was practically useless. He might die without even knowing how.
“Master, this…”
“I’ll be fine. Your cultivation is too low. If something happens inside, I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect you,” Lin Fan explained.
At that moment, Sha Dulong felt like crying. His cultivation wasn’t low—he was at least at the early stage of Divine Attainment. But after hearing Lin Fan’s words, he could only silently retreat.
Although the outside environment was still gloomy and terrifying, compared to what lay inside, he definitely preferred staying out here.
Once Sha Dulong exited, Lin Fan continued forward. The Tilin Temple was indeed tilted, and the steps at the entrance stretched deep into the ground. Lin Fan couldn’t tell how wide the staircase was, but he could easily reach out and touch the walls on either side.
The walls were covered in thick layers of dust. As Lin Fan touched them, he also felt some indentations, as if struck by something.
He didn’t know how many steps he had walked down, but the deeper he went, the colder and more piercing the temperature became.
“Pu pu…”
Suddenly, a sound of rising flames echoed. The torches on both sides of the wall abruptly ignited, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the surroundings.
At that moment, Lin Fan finally saw what lay ahead.
He extinguished his torch and carefully examined the area. This was a corridor. In the corners on both sides lay remnants of decayed human bones. Due to their ancient age, the bones had turned black. Coiled around them were long, slender venomous snakes.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, drew out the Eternal Axe, and continued forward.
Who the hell built this Tilin Temple? Why was it so gloomy?
As he reached the end of the corridor, his vision suddenly expanded.
The end of the corridor was no longer narrow but opened into a vast hall.
Lin Fan glanced around. In the hall, three sides were lined with giant statues resembling titans.
The statues stood with palms joined. At the fingertips of each statue rested a weathered ancient urn. These urns were engraved with dense, intricate runes, but now the runes were dim and lifeless, having lost their former glory.
As Lin Fan prepared to step forward for a closer look, he suddenly noticed a series of corpses lying ahead.
Upon seeing them, Lin Fan was immediately startled. The clothes on these corpses—weren’t those the uniforms of the Huodaosong sect?
He quickly approached and turned the bodies face-up, his heart sinking. These Huodaosong disciples had become mummified, as if all their essence had been drained. Their grotesque expressions made Lin Fan’s palms sweat.
This place was definitely dangerous.
Lin Fan examined each corpse. There were six in total. Thinking back to that day, Huodaosong had sent more than ten disciples. Where were the others?
Where was Liu Yi Yuan?
At that moment, Lin Fan looked up at the statues and suddenly noticed that the ancient urns on the fingertips of the statues were open.
He scanned them one by one. Except for the urn on the most imposing statue directly ahead, which remained closed, the others had all been opened.
At that moment, Lin Fan deduced that Liu Yi Yuan and the others must have arrived here before him. They must have opened these urns, unleashing something terrifying, leading to their demise.
Suddenly, Lin Fan felt his hair stand on end. It felt as though countless eyes were locking onto him from the darkness.
“Who’s there?” Lin Fan exclaimed in alarm, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.
Tap tap…
Footsteps, very light yet dense.
When Lin Fan finally saw the silhouettes, he relaxed a little. Among them was clearly Liu Yi Yuan.
“So it’s you guys. I almost killed you by mistake,” Lin Fan exhaled in relief, smiling as he spoke.
But at that moment, Lin Fan sensed something was off.
Liu Yi Yuan and the others radiated thick black qi, which writhed like it had consciousness.
Lin Fan immediately activated his system to scan them, his expression suddenly changing.
Lin Fan was feeling tense at the moment. This was his first time exploring a ruin, and he had no idea what might be inside. The surrounding stupas were damaged, covered in moss, and had clearly stood for a long time. Some of them even bore traces of long-dried black bloodstains.
“Sir, this place gives me a very uncomfortable feeling,” Sha Dulong, who was following behind Lin Fan, said cautiously as he scanned the surroundings. Even before entering the gate that resembled the entrance to hell, he felt a bone-chilling coldness.
“Yeah,” Lin Fan replied, his own nerves on edge. This was no joke. What Lin Fan feared most was this kind of eerie, sinister environment. If it were just some ferocious beast attacking, he wouldn’t be so nervous—he’d just fight for his life. But in this situation, he was genuinely afraid that a pair of hands might suddenly emerge from the ground, followed by a terrifying face appearing before him. That would be truly horrifying.
The fire crackled and burned, illuminating the darkness at the entrance, but the light only reached a small area, allowing them to see just a few steps ahead. It was indeed pitch black, a world of darkness.
“You should wait outside,” Lin Fan said, originally intending to bring Sha Dulong in for a quick look, but given the circumstances, he had no choice. If something happened inside, Lin Fan had ways to protect himself, but Sha Dulong, in Lin Fan’s eyes, was practically useless. He might die in here without even knowing how.
“Sir, but—”
“I’ll be fine. Your cultivation level is too low. If something happens, I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect you,” Lin Fan said.
Sha Dulong felt like crying. His cultivation level wasn’t low—he was, after all, an early-stage Divine Realm expert. But now, after being dismissed like this by Lin Fan, he could only silently retreat. Although the environment outside was still gloomy and terrifying, compared to the inside, he’d much rather stay out there.
After Sha Dulong left, Lin Fan continued forward. The Tudi Temple was indeed tilted, and the steps at the entrance extended deep into the ground. Lin Fan didn’t know how wide the staircase was, but he could reach out and touch the wall on one side. The wall was covered in thick dust, and Lin Fan also felt some indentations, as if something had struck it.
Lin Fan didn’t know how many steps he had descended, but the further down he went, the colder it became.
“Whoosh…”
At that moment, the sound of flames rising echoed, and the lamps on both sides of the wall suddenly lit up, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the surroundings.
Now, Lin Fan could see what lay ahead.
He extinguished his torch and carefully examined the area. It was a passageway, with piles of long-rotted human bones in the corners. Due to the passage of time, the bones had turned black, and thin, venomous snakes coiled around them.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, summoned the Eternal Axe, and continued forward.
What idiot built this Tudi Temple? Why is it so damn gloomy?
When he reached the end of the passage, Lin Fan’s vision suddenly widened. The narrow passage gave way to a spacious hall.
Lin Fan looked around. In the hall, three sides were lined with towering statues resembling giants. The statues had their hands clasped together, and on each of their fingertips was a mottled ancient urn, carved with dense patterns that had long since lost their former glory.
Just as Lin Fan was about to step in and take a closer look, he noticed several corpses lying on the ground.
Lin Fan was startled. The clothes on the corpses—weren’t those the uniforms of the Huo Dao Sect?
He immediately stepped forward and turned over the bodies that were face down. His heart sank. The Huo Dao Sect disciples had already turned into desiccated corpses, as if all their life force had been drained. Their twisted faces made Lin Fan’s palms sweat.
This is dangerous.
Lin Fan searched through the corpses one by one. There were six in total. Thinking back to that day, there had been more than a dozen Huo Dao Sect disciples. Where were the others? And where was Liu Yiyuan?
At that moment, Lin Fan looked up at the statues and suddenly noticed that the urns on the fingertips of the statues were open.
Lin Fan examined them one by one. Except for the urn on the most imposing statue directly ahead, all the others were open.
At that moment, Lin Fan realized that Liu Yiyuan and his group must have arrived here before him, opened these urns, and released some terrifying entity, leading to their demise.
Suddenly, Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine. It was as if countless eyes in the darkness were locked onto him.
“Who’s there?” Lin Fan shouted, alertly scanning his surroundings.
“Tap, tap…”
The footsteps were light, but numerous.
When Lin Fan saw the figures, he breathed a sigh of relief. Among them was none other than Liu Yiyuan.
“It’s just you guys. I almost attacked,” Lin Fan said with a relieved smile.
But at that moment, Lin Fan noticed something was off.
Liu Yiyuan and the others were shrouded in thick black mist, which seemed to writhe and claw as if it had a consciousness of its own.
Lin Fan immediately used his system to scan them, and his expression changed.
“Liu Yiyuan (Dead), Possessed by Evil Spirits.”
Lin Fan counted the figures and realized there were exactly as many as the opened urns.
The only thing he didn’t understand was why the urn on the most imposing statue hadn’t been opened.
“Die…”
Liu Yiyuan, his eyes pitch black, growled in a hoarse, sinister voice.
Lin Fan took a step back, cursing in his heart. What the hell did Liu Yiyuan and his idiots do to end up like this?
“Screw this. You think I’m afraid of you?” Without hesitation, Lin Fan raised the Eternal Axe high, causing the air to tremble. The “Sword of Heaven” technique activated instantly, forming a longsword of sword intent behind him.
With both axe and sword ready, he was prepared to fight for his life.
The “Dragon Emperor’s Dominance” combat technique amplified his power.
At that moment, Lin Fan’s body radiated a brilliant light, and a golden dragon coiled around him.
“Take this!” Lin Fan didn’t waste time talking. Whatever these things were, he’d cut them down first.
The Huo Dao Sect disciples, possessed by evil spirits, exuded a thick black mist, like demonic entities. Their evil power erupted, enveloping Lin Fan.
“Break!”
Lin Fan unleashed a powerful burst of energy, sending the Eternal Axe flying into the thick black mist.
As the axe flew toward the evil spirits, Lin Fan didn’t stop. He extended a finger.
“One Finger Annihilation.”
The space in front of him shattered inch by inch, and the black mist, which had taken on the forms of demons, screamed as it disintegrated.
When fighting, you go all out. Even a lion or tiger uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit, let alone a human.
First, crush them completely.
…
Lin Fan counted the figures and found they matched exactly the number of opened urns.
What puzzled Lin Fan was why the urn in front of the statue ahead remained unopened.
“Dead…”
Liu Yi Yuan, his eyes pitch-black, rasped out in a hoarse, sinister voice.
Lin Fan took a step back at that moment, cursing inwardly. What the hell had Liu Yi Yuan and these idiots done to end up like this?
“Damn it, you think I’m scared of you guys?” Without hesitation, Lin Fan raised the Eternal Axe high. The air trembled as the “Heavenly Sword” technique activated, instantly forming a massive sword of sword intent behind him.
Dual attack—sword and axe. He was ready to fight with everything he had.
Activating the “Dragon Emperor Domination” combat technique.
At that moment, Lin Fan radiated brilliant light, a golden dragon swirling around him.
“Take this, you bastards!” Without hesitation, Lin Fan charged forward. He didn’t waste time talking. Regardless of who or what they were, he would cut them down first.
Lin Fan was feeling a bit nervous at the moment. This was his first time exploring a ruin, and he had no idea what might be inside. The surrounding stupas were damaged, covered in moss, and had been standing for ages. Some even bore traces of long-dried black bloodstains.
“Sir, this place feels really unsettling,” Sha Dulong, who was following behind Lin Fan, said cautiously as he scanned the surroundings. Even before entering the gate that resembled the entrance to hell, he felt a bone-chilling coldness.
“Yeah,” Lin Fan replied, his own tension palpable. He wasn’t joking—he was most afraid of these kinds of eerie, sinister environments. If it were just some ferocious beast attacking, he wouldn’t be this nervous; he’d just fight with all he had. But in this situation, he was genuinely scared that a pair of hands might suddenly emerge from the ground, followed by a horrifying face appearing right in front of him. That would be truly terrifying.
The fire crackled, casting light into the darkness of the entrance, but it only illuminated a small area, allowing them to see just a few steps ahead. It was indeed pitch black, a realm of utter darkness.
“You should wait outside,” Lin Fan said, originally intending to bring Sha Dulong in for a quick look, but the current situation made it impossible. If something happened inside, Lin Fan had ways to protect himself, but Sha Dulong, in Lin Fan’s eyes, was practically useless here. He might die without even knowing how.
“Sir, I—”
“I’ll be fine. Your cultivation level is too low. If something happens inside, I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect you,” Lin Fan said.
Sha Dulong felt like crying. His cultivation level wasn’t low—he was, after all, an early-stage Divine Realm expert. But now, after being dismissed like this by Lin Fan, he could only silently retreat. Although the environment outside was still gloomy and terrifying, compared to the inside, he’d much rather stay out there.
After Sha Dulong left, Lin Fan continued forward. The Tudi Temple was indeed tilted, and the steps at the entrance extended deep into the ground. Lin Fan didn’t know how wide the staircase was, but he could reach out and touch the walls on either side. The walls were covered in thick dust, and Lin Fan also felt some indentations, as if something had struck them.
Lin Fan didn’t know how many steps he had descended, but the deeper he went, the colder and more piercing the temperature became.
“Whoosh…”
At that moment, the sound of flames rising echoed, and the torches on both walls suddenly lit up, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the surroundings.
At this moment, Lin Fan could finally see what lay ahead.
He extinguished his torch and carefully examined the area. It was a passageway, with piles of long-rotted human bones in the corners. Due to the passage of time, the bones had turned black, and they were entwined with thin, venomous snakes.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, summoned the Eternal Axe, and continued forward.
What idiot built this Tudi Temple? Why is it so damn eerie?
When he reached the end of the passage, Lin Fan’s vision suddenly widened. The narrow passage gave way to a spacious hall.
Lin Fan looked around. In the hall, three walls were lined with towering statues, each as tall as giants. The statues had their hands clasped together, and on the fingertips of each statue was a mottled ancient urn, carved with dense patterns that had long since lost their luster.
Just as Lin Fan was about to step in and investigate, he noticed several corpses lying on the ground.
Lin Fan was startled. The clothes on the corpses were unmistakably those of the Huo Dao Sect.
He quickly approached and turned over the bodies that were face down. His heart sank—the disciples of the Huo Dao Sect had already turned into desiccated corpses, as if all their life force had been drained. Their twisted faces made Lin Fan’s palms sweat.
This is dangerous.
Lin Fan searched through the corpses one by one. There were six in total. He recalled that on that day, there had been more than a dozen Huo Dao Sect disciples. Where were the others? And where was Liu Yiyuan?
At that moment, Lin Fan looked up at the statues and suddenly noticed that the urns on the fingertips of the statues were open.
Lin Fan scanned them one by one. Except for the urn on the most imposing statue directly ahead, all the others had been opened.
At this point, Lin Fan realized that Liu Yiyuan and his group must have arrived here before him, opened these urns, and released some terrifying entity, leading to their demise.
Suddenly, Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine, as if countless eyes in the darkness were locked onto him.
“Who’s there?” Lin Fan shouted, alert and scanning his surroundings.
“Tap, tap…”
The sound of footsteps, light and numerous.
When Lin Fan saw the figures, he breathed a sigh of relief. Among them was Liu Yiyuan.
“It’s just you guys. I almost attacked,” Lin Fan said, relieved and smiling.
But at that moment, Lin Fan noticed something was off.
Liu Yiyuan and the others were enveloped in thick black mist, which seemed to writhe and claw as if it had a consciousness of its own.
Lin Fan immediately used his system to scan them, and his expression changed drastically.
“Liu Yiyuan (Deceased), Possessed by Evil Spirits.”
Lin Fan counted the figures and realized there were exactly as many as the opened urns.
What he didn’t understand was why the urn on the foremost statue hadn’t been opened.
“Die…”
Liu Yiyuan, his eyes pitch black, growled in a hoarse, sinister voice.
Lin Fan took a step back, cursing inwardly. What the hell had Liu Yiyuan and these idiots done to end up like this?
“Damn it, you think I’m scared of you?” Without hesitation, Lin Fan raised the Eternal Axe high, causing the air to tremble. The “Sword of Heaven” technique activated instantly, forming a longsword of sword intent behind him.
With both axe and sword ready, he was prepared to fight to the death.
The “Dragon Emperor’s Dominance” combat technique amplified his power.
At this moment, Lin Fan’s body radiated a brilliant light, and a golden dragon coiled around him.
“Take this!” Lin Fan didn’t waste time talking. Whatever they were, he’d cut them down first.
The Huo Dao Sect disciples, possessed by evil spirits, were enveloped in thick black mist, like demonic entities. Their evil power surged, enveloping Lin Fan.
“Break!”
Lin Fan unleashed a powerful burst of energy, sending the Eternal Axe flying into the dense black mist.
As the axe flew toward the evil spirits, Lin Fan didn’t stop. He extended a finger.
“One Finger Annihilation.”
The space in front of him shattered inch by inch, and the black mist, which had taken on the form of demonic faces, screamed as it disintegrated.
When fighting, one must go all out. Even a lion or tiger uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit, let alone a human.
First, crush them completely.
…
“Break it!”
Lin Fan was feeling a bit nervous at the moment. This was his first time exploring a ruin, and he had no idea what might be inside. The surrounding damaged stupas were covered in moss, showing their age, and even bore some long-dried black bloodstains.
“Sir, this place gives me a very uneasy feeling,” Sha Dulong, following closely behind Lin Fan, said as he cautiously scanned the surroundings. Even before entering the gate that resembled the entrance to hell, he felt a chilling sensation coursing through his body.
“Mm,” Lin Fan responded, his own tension palpable. He wasn’t joking around; what he feared most was this kind of eerie, sinister environment. If it were just some ferocious beast attacking, he wouldn’t be this nervous—he’d just fight with all he had. But in this situation, Lin Fan was genuinely afraid that a pair of hands might suddenly emerge from the ground, followed by a horrifying face appearing before him. That would truly be enough to drive someone to madness.
The flames crackled and burned, casting light into the darkness of the entrance, but the illumination only reached a small area, allowing them to see just a few steps ahead. It was indeed pitch black, with no trace of light.
“You should wait outside,” Lin Fan said, originally intending to bring Sha Dulong in for a quick look, but given the circumstances, he had no choice but to change his mind. If something were to happen inside, Lin Fan had means to protect himself, but in his eyes, Sha Dulong would be utterly useless, possibly dying without even knowing how.
“Sir, but…”
“I’ll be fine. Your cultivation level is too low. If something happens inside, I might not be able to protect you,” Lin Fan explained.
Sha Dulong felt the urge to cry. His cultivation wasn’t low by any means—he was, after all, an early-stage Divine Realm expert. But being dismissed like this by Lin Fan, he could only silently retreat. Though the environment outside was still gloomy and terrifying, compared to the inside, he much preferred staying out there.
After Sha Dulong left, Lin Fan continued forward. The Tudi Temple was indeed tilted, and the steps at the entrance extended deep into the ground. Lin Fan didn’t know how wide the staircase was, but he could easily touch the walls on either side. The walls were covered in thick dust, and Lin Fan also felt some indentations, as if something had struck them.
Lin Fan had no idea how many steps he had descended, but the further down he went, the colder and more piercing the temperature became.
“Whoosh…”
At that moment, the sound of flames rising echoed, and the lamps on both sides of the walls suddenly lit up, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the surroundings.
Now, Lin Fan could see what lay ahead.
He extinguished his torch and carefully examined the area. It was a passageway, with piles of long-rotted human bones in the corners. Due to their age, the bones had turned black, and they were entwined with thin, venomous snakes.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, summoned the Eternal Axe, and continued forward.
What kind of idiot built this Tudi Temple? Why make it so damn gloomy?
When he reached the end of the passage, Lin Fan’s vision suddenly widened.
The end was no longer a narrow passage but a spacious hall.
Lin Fan looked around. In the hall, three sides were lined with towering statues resembling giants.
These statues had their hands clasped together, and on the fingertips of each statue was a mottled ancient altar, carved with dense, now-faded runes that had lost their former glory.
As Lin Fan prepared to enter and inspect further, he noticed several corpses lying ahead.
Lin Fan was startled. The clothes on these corpses—weren’t they the attire of the Fire Dao Sect?
He quickly approached and turned over the bodies that were face down. His heart sank. The Fire Dao Sect disciples had already turned into desiccated corpses, as if all their vitality had been drained. Their twisted faces made Lin Fan’s palms sweat.
This was definitely dangerous.
Lin Fan searched through the corpses one by one. There were six in total. Recalling the events of that day, there had been more than a dozen Fire Dao Sect disciples. Where had the others gone? And where was Liu Yiyuan?
At that moment, Lin Fan looked up at the statues and suddenly noticed that the altars on their fingertips were open.
Lin Fan examined each one. Except for the altar on the fingertips of the most imposing statue directly ahead, all the others were open.
Lin Fan realized that Liu Yiyuan and his group must have arrived here before him, opened these altars, and released some terrifying entity, leading to their demise.
Suddenly, Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine, as if countless eyes hidden in the darkness were now locked onto him.
“Who’s there?” Lin Fan shouted, alert and scanning the surroundings.
Tap, tap…
The footsteps were very light but also very dense.
When Lin Fan saw the figures, he breathed a sigh of relief. Among them was none other than Liu Yiyuan.
“So it’s you guys. I almost took you out,” Lin Fan said with a relieved laugh.
But at that moment, Lin Fan noticed something was off.
Liu Yiyuan and the others were enveloped in thick black mist, which seemed to have a life of its own, writhing like claws.
Lin Fan immediately used his system to scan them, and his expression changed drastically.
“Liu Yiyuan (Deceased), Possessed by Malevolent Spirits.”
Lin Fan counted the figures and realized their number matched the opened altars.
What puzzled him was why the altar on the most imposing statue remained closed.
“Die…”
Liu Yiyuan, with pitch-black eyes, growled in a hoarse, sinister voice.
Lin Fan took a step back, cursing inwardly. What the hell had Liu Yiyuan and his group done to end up like this?
“Damn it, you think I’m scared of you?” Without hesitation, Lin Fan raised the Eternal Axe high, causing the air to tremble. The “Sword of Heaven” technique activated instantly, forming a longsword from sword intent behind him.
With both axe and sword ready, he was prepared to fight to the death.
The “Dragon Emperor’s Dominance” combat technique amplified his power.
At that moment, Lin Fan’s body radiated intense light, and a golden dragon coiled around him.
“Take this, you bastards!” Lin Fan didn’t waste time with words. Whatever they were, he was going to cut them down first.
The Fire Dao Sect disciples, possessed by malevolent spirits, exuded thick black mist, resembling ultimate evil demons. Their sinister power erupted, enveloping Lin Fan.
“Break!”
Lin Fan unleashed a fierce burst of energy, sending the Eternal Axe flying into the dense black mist.
As the axe flew toward the malevolent spirits, Lin Fan didn’t stop. He extended a finger.
“One Finger Annihilation.”
The space before him shattered inch by inch, and the black mist, which had taken on the form of demonic faces, also disintegrated with agonized screams.
When fighting, one must go all out. Even a lion or tiger uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit, let alone a human.
First, crush them completely.
…
Without pausing, Lin Fan extended a finger.
“One Finger of Annihilation!”
The void in front of him suddenly cracked and shattered. The black qi, transformed into hideous ghostly faces, screamed as they disintegrated like the space itself.
In battle, one must unleash full power. Even when fighting a rabbit, a lion uses its full strength—how much more so when facing humans?
He would crush you all first.
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