“Could it be that the ‘Art of Deliverance’ truly doesn’t possess that elusive success rate?”
At this moment, Lin Fan was nearly dozing off lying down, having lost count of how many times he had used the ‘Art of Deliverance.’ A rough estimate suggested at least ten thousand attempts.
Yet each time, it sounded impressive, like thunder, but yielded little result, like sparse raindrops.
“Deliverance!”
Golden Buddhist light coiled around, strange phenomena arose, and the purifying power of deliverance washed over the three old men. They felt as if their innermost beings had been stirred.
Breaking through confusion, guiding toward a new path in life.
But this sensation quickly dissipated.
The three old men exchanged glances, having long grown accustomed to this.
They suddenly realized Lin Fan must be insane. Since his ‘Art of Deliverance’ was clearly unperfected, attempting to deliver them was nothing short of a pipe dream.
At their cultivation level—Heavenly Divine Ninth Stage, Eight Desolations United—if they were truly delivered by such feeble power, they would have lived in vain.
“Young friend, you cannot deliver us. Perhaps you should just release us.”
“Yes, indeed. Now that you’ve attempted deliverance over ten thousand times, we admire your perseverance. I, the Blade Emperor, am willing to pass on my ultimate techniques to you.”
“I am willing too.”
The elder with the immortal beard had been racking his brain trying to figure out why he had fainted, but no answer came.
Faced with the current situation, he could only accept defeat, and he too noticed that this young friend likely had some mental issues.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt rather annoyed. His expression hardened—he absolutely refused to believe that the ‘Art of Deliverance’ had zero chance of success.
“Deliverance!”
“Deliverance!”
…
“Ahh…”
Helplessly, the three old men sighed, looking utterly defeated. They resigned themselves to being delivered.
Maybe if they let him deliver for eighty or a hundred years, the supreme “Holy One” might come searching for them and rescue them.
Another ten thousand attempts passed.
Lin Fan finally gave up in despair.
“This defies logic! Even forging items have a chance to produce divine artifacts. This deliverance is even more illogical!”
“Only successful deliverance grants experience. Failed attempts yield nothing. There must be something wrong somewhere.”
At this moment, Lin Fan fell into deep thought, his mind racing with countless ideas.
Suddenly, an epiphany struck him.
Long ago, he had played a game called “Legend,” where a mage’s skill, “Charm Light,” was used to convert enemies. However, there was a prerequisite: the enemy must be weakened first, which significantly increased the success rate.
“Oh! Such a simple principle! How could I have overlooked it? These three old men are strong and at their peak. With my current deliverance level, success was naturally improbable.”
Lin Fan’s eyes lit up with realization, and his confidence surged.
For the three elders, however, the situation now seemed ominous. When they saw the gleam in Lin Fan’s eyes, their hearts sank.
“What are you planning to do?” The Blade Emperor and the others felt a chill run through them, sensing impending doom.
“Hehe, nothing much,” Lin Fan smiled calmly. Regardless, he had to try.
Clutching his fists, Lin Fan said, “Don’t be nervous. I’m very gentle.”
“Young friend, let’s talk this over. We are all living beings of the great myriad races,” the elder with the immortal beard said, his heart pounding.
“Hehe…”
Lin Fan’s sinister chuckle sent shivers down their spines.
“Blade Emperor, Spear Emperor, today we may meet our end here.”
“I refuse to accept this! After centuries, how could I die here? I was only a step away from attaining eternal divinity!”
The three elders roared at each other, venting their fury and despair.
In an instant, Lin Fan moved without hesitation, throwing a punch. It seemed ordinary, almost harmless, but to the Blade Emperor and the Spear Emperor, it was terrifying—like facing a demon.
Big Dipper Milk-Explosion Fist.
Crackling sounds erupted.
“No, please!”
Cries of agony echoed continuously; the Blade Emperor and the Spear Emperor had developed a deep fear of this move.
“Haha, Blade Emperor, Spear Emperor, isn’t this just an ordinary punch? What is there to fear?” The immortal-bearded elder scoffed indignantly.
“You… you…” Seeing that the elder showed no fear, the Blade Emperor and the others were naturally impressed. Yet in an instant, seeing the elder’s pale face, they sighed deeply.
They had no idea what cultivation method this fellow practiced that made everyone so terrifyingly powerful.
Big Dipper Blood-Explosion Fist.
At this moment, Lin Fan seemed possessed, his limbs unceasingly pounding the three elders.
The restriction from the Sacred Wutong Tree rendered the elders completely immobile, leaving them vulnerable to Lin Fan’s relentless fists, striking like raindrops.
Boom!
Boom!
As time passed, the elders’ vitality gradually weakened.
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed with sharpness—”Good, it’s time.”
“Deliverance!”
“Ding, Deliverance failed.”
“Ding, Deliverance failed.”
…
Failure after failure, yet Lin Fan remained undeterred.
Golden Buddhist light enveloped them, countless Buddhas chanting sutras around the elders.
At this moment, Lin Fan’s expression turned serene, as if he were the most compassionate being in existence, his Buddhist aura covering heaven and earth.
“Deliverance! Lay down your weapons, and instantly attain Buddhahood.”
Lin Fan roared like thunder, waves of Buddhist chants reverberating in the elders’ ears.
The elders’ fierce expressions gradually softened, turning compassionate. The hidden, ferocious aura deep within them slowly dissipated.
Though outwardly mighty, these elders were ruthless and bloodthirsty, smiling faces concealing boundless savagery.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
“Ding, Congratulations, Deliverance successful.”
“Ding, Congratulations, experience increased by 100,000.”
“Ding, Congratulations, ‘Art of Deliverance’ upgraded.”
…
Joy surged in Lin Fan’s heart. Just as he had suspected, for ordinary people the ‘Art of Deliverance’ might require gradual cultivation from low to high levels. But for Lin Fan, who possessed the System, everything was possible. Otherwise, how could it be called the ultimate system?
“Ding, Congratulations, ‘Art of Deliverance’ advanced to level 19.”
In an instant, Lin Fan sensed the Buddhist light of deliverance within him growing denser, even forming countless deliverance Buddhas.
Delivering three Heavenly Divine Ninth Stage experts had elevated the ‘Art of Deliverance’ to this level. If it advanced one more tier, it would reach a new stage.
“I have discovered the most beautiful moment in existence—only by following my Master is the true path revealed.”
The elder with the immortal beard, the Blade Emperor, and the Spear Emperor relinquished everything, fully converting to Lin Fan’s side.
A smile curled Lin Fan’s lips. With a wave of his hand, a mighty aura erupted, instantly transforming into a colossal hand blotting out the sky, seizing the elders and crushing them into explosive bursts.
Powers, divine realms, laws of heaven and earth, divine pills, souls—all transformed into pure energy, scattering throughout the cave heaven.
“Ding, Congratulations, eliminated a Heavenly Divine Ninth Stage expert.”
…
“Ding, Congratulations, level up.”
“Ding, Congratulations, cultivation advanced to the Eighth Heavenly Divine Stage, Divine Pill Realm.”
“You three old men are of no use to this Emperor. I’ve already gained enough experience from killing you.”
Boom!
Suddenly, Lin Fan’s power erupted wildly.
Eighth Heavenly Divine Stage, Divine Pill Realm.
At this moment, Lin Fan was about to refine his Divine Pill.
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