In an instant, the world was filled with the aura of the dead—an eerie, chilling presence.
On the ground, the earth quaked and cracked open, revealing an endless abyss. From its depths, pale, lifeless hands clawed their way upward. Low, beast-like growls echoed from the chasm, sending shivers through the air.
The disciples stationed there were shaken to their core upon witnessing the scene. This was their greatest fear, their worst nightmare made real.
The Death God of the Moon Shadow Continent had summoned the countless souls who had perished across the Infinite Lands, transforming them into mindless, bloodthirsty horrors.
Among these undead hordes, the disciples spotted familiar faces—fellow cultivators, even comrades who had once fought beside them.
Then, a sharp, sinister voice rang out, “Native scum of the Infinite Lands, the God of the Dead has arrived. There is no hope for survival. Surrender now and submit completely.”
Qing Ming Patriarch gazed at the chaos unfolding ahead and murmured, “This is it. The Death God’s power is truly bizarre. These summoned undead retain most of their former strength. They feel no pain and can only be destroyed completely to be stopped.”
Lin Fan stared at the endless sea of undead, their bodies radiating a suffocating aura of death and a corrosive stench, as if decay had become their very nature.
“Patriarch Puxin, this is your moment,” Lin Fan said.
Puxin Patriarch nodded solemnly. “To desecrate the spirits of the departed is a grave sin. May the Buddha show mercy—let me send them back to where they belong.”
“Amitabha!”
In that moment, Patriarch Puxin gently closed his eyes, raised one hand in prayer, and recited the sacred chant. Instantly, a radiant halo appeared behind his head, emitting a brilliant golden light that pierced through the heavens. Around him, countless compassionate Buddhas emerged, surrounding him as they chanted sacred sutras. The holy sounds grew louder and denser, like the buzzing of a thousand swarming insects.
“Great Compassionate Light Technique!”
A supreme cultivation art of the Shan’e Buddha Sect, capable of purifying all evil in the world.
The golden light spread across the sky, gradually extending outward like a vast wave, swallowing the darkness and covering the land in divine radiance. The undead in the front ranks shrieked in agony as the holy light touched them. Black mist poured from their bodies, drifting into the earth and vanishing.
The Death God, witnessing this, was visibly shaken. “How is this possible? What kind of power is this? Could it be that the Light God has allied with these natives? But the Light God should be dead. And this force doesn’t feel like light at all… What is going on?”
Nightmare God, observing the scene, furrowed his brows. “Death God, we must retreat. We’ve lost this battle. Their power suppresses ours. If we stay any longer, we may be destroyed here.”
“Cursed fate… How could these natives possess such strength?” The Death God was filled with resentment. The only one who could suppress his divine power was the Light God, who had already been slain by these so-called “natives.” Surely, no other force should have been able to counter his endless undead legions.
Yet, against all odds, such a force had appeared.
“Retreat! We will return. War God has already assembled his War Legion. It’s time for the final assault. These natives of the Infinite Lands must be wiped out,” Nightmare God declared.
The Death God nodded in agreement. But just as they prepared to leave, a figure suddenly appeared before them.
“Trying to leave without even saying goodbye? That’s rather impolite, don’t you think?” Lin Fan appeared in an instant, delivering a powerful punch straight to Nightmare God’s face.
Boom!
Nightmare God was not among the strongest of deities, and Lin Fan’s current strength surpassed most gods. Even the future Buddha King Wuliang could not intimidate him, so defeating a mere Nightmare God was effortless.
The punch sent Nightmare God’s head spinning 360 degrees, his neck shattering. But for a god like him, such injuries were trivial.
Yet, to his horror, half of his face had been completely shattered.
Lin Fan grabbed Nightmare God’s head tightly. “You think you can just come and go as you please? That’s rude. At the very least, you owe us an explanation.”
Nightmare God’s eyes widened in terror as he looked up at Lin Fan. He hadn’t expected these natives to be this powerful—so much so that they couldn’t even fight back.
“Let me go…” Nightmare God roared, unleashing his nightmare force directly into Lin Fan’s mind, attempting to trap him in an endless dream of terror.
At that moment, Lin Fan felt a surge of nightmare energy coil around his consciousness—but in an instant, it was completely suppressed by his system.
“What…?”
Nightmare God was stunned. How could his nightmare energy be neutralized so easily?
Lin Fan raised his fist, a smirk forming on his lips. “Know what this is?”
Nightmare God, his jaw half-shattered, saw streams of divine energy flickering within the broken remains of his chin. He stammered nervously as he looked at Lin Fan’s fist. “Fist…”
Lin Fan chuckled. “You really are slow. That’s not a fist—that’s a sandbag-sized fist.”
“You…!” Nightmare God felt mocked, but suddenly, that massive fist came crashing into his eye socket, shattering his entire head in an instant.
Blood sprayed outward, and his divine core pulsed with continuous divine energy, desperately trying to regenerate his shattered skull.
“You gods are so weak. Why did you dare invade the Infinite Lands? Tell me—who gave you the courage?”
Lin Fan clenched both fists and swung them down like hammers.
A violent surge of power erupted, completely obliterating Nightmare God’s divine body. His divine core floated in midair, emitting thunderous roars of fury.
“Monster! You monster! Death God, help me! Save me!” Nightmare God screamed. He never imagined this native could be so brutal, so merciless.
The Death God, watching the scene unfold, was seized by terror. Without hesitation, he vanished into the void, attempting to flee.
Lin Fan glanced at the escaping Death God, then turned his attention back to Nightmare God’s divine core, grabbing it in his hand.
“Nightmare God, no one can save you now.”
Boom!
With a single squeeze, Lin Fan crushed the divine core. Streams of divine light scattered into the void.
Lin Fan gazed at the spectacle before him and murmured unconsciously, “So beautiful…”
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