Yan Zongzhu noticed that Lin Fan’s originally mighty aura suddenly dimmed, as if he had become a living corpse, causing a wave of anxiety in Yan’s heart.
This was something that had never happened since the founding of the Holy Sect. Yan wanted to check on Lin Fan, but he sensed that Lin Fan’s life force was still burning, at least indicating no immediate danger to his life.
“Where… am I?”
At this moment, Lin Fan opened his eyes. Staring at the scene before him, he was stunned.
Wasn’t he just inside the grand hall? How did he end up here?
The sky was blood-red. The rolling crimson clouds seemed alive, surging and retreating like beasts. With each surge, countless corpses rained down from the heavens.
The world was dying, a scene of utter devastation.
Piercing, mournful cries echoed from the sky, shaking Lin Fan’s very soul.
This was terrifying—too terrifying.
“Why am I floating in the air?” Lin Fan suddenly realized he was hovering mid-air, his body appearing ethereal and intangible.
At that moment, a massive, colossal corpse fell from above him. Lin Fan looked up in alarm, instinctively raising his hand to block.
“Whoosh…”
The giant corpse passed straight through Lin Fan’s body and continued falling downward.
What was going on? Was he… invisible?
Lin Fan was taken aback. He glanced at the corpse rapidly plummeting below, his heart pounding even harder.
This wasn’t human—it looked more like a demon.
“Boom…”
Suddenly, an oppressive aura erupted from the heavens, sending shockwaves that scattered the blood-red clouds. Lin Fan was propelled upward, eager to see what was happening.
As he approached, thunderous drumbeats reverberated across the heavens and earth.
“Kill…”
When Lin Fan finally saw what lay ahead, his soul trembled. A chilling aura of slaughter pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.
On one side stood the humans; on the other, the titanic beings Lin Fan had just seen.
The winds and clouds churned violently. The colossal creatures crushed humans like insects, snapping them apart or devouring them whole.
Lin Fan trembled uncontrollably. A fear unlike anything he had ever known surged within him, mingled with a blazing anger like roaring flames.
…
At that moment, a pitch-black giant hand extended from the void above the sky, tearing through space as it advanced. Blocking out the sun and sky, it reached toward the human side.
But in the blink of an eye, a beam of light flashed from the distance. A giant axe, radiating supreme authority, cleaved through the monstrous hand. Without pausing, the axe flew toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan made no attempt to dodge—he knew his body was just an illusion.
Yet suddenly, his expression changed. The axe’s aura had locked onto him.
“No!” Lin Fan cried out in panic.
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Deep within the grand hall.
Yan Zongzhu was growing anxious. It had already been three days and three nights. Why hadn’t Lin Fan awakened yet? If it weren’t for the faint breath still emanating from him, Yan might have thought Lin Fan was already dead.
At that moment, Lin Fan suddenly cried out in terror.
“Lin Fan!” Yan Zongzhu rushed forward immediately, placing a hand on Lin Fan’s shoulder.
Lin Fan was drenched in cold sweat, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.
“I’m back…” Lin Fan looked around at the familiar surroundings, then at Yan Zongzhu, finally exhaling in relief.
Too terrifying. Just too terrifying.
Even now, the images of what he had just seen still lingered in his mind—humans crushed like ants, utterly powerless against those titanic beings, unable to resist in the slightest.
Where was that place of slaughter? Could it be the Xuanhuang Realm?
No, it couldn’t be. That place was like hell itself, with a sky entirely painted red.
“Are you alright?” Yan Zongzhu asked.
“I’m fine,” Lin Fan shook his head, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Did you see the Ancestor?” Yan Zongzhu continued.
“The Ancestor?” Lin Fan looked up, puzzled. See the Ancestor? What did that mean? He hadn’t seen any ancestor—just sheer terror.
“Yes. Every sect leader, no matter what they experienced in their enlightenment, would see the Ancestor. Didn’t you see him?” Yan asked in astonishment.
This statue contained a fragment of the Ancestor’s divine consciousness. Those who underwent the trial could receive the Ancestor’s legacy.
“Huh?”
At that moment, Lin Fan’s expression changed. He flipped his palm, and suddenly, a giant axe appeared.
Lin Fan stared in shock at the axe in his hand. This was the very same axe he had seen in the vision, the one that cleaved the monstrous hand—it had followed him here?
“This can’t be…” Yan Zongzhu, upon seeing the axe, had his expression suddenly shift, clearly in disbelief.
The axe looked ordinary—no flashy embellishments, just a plain weapon. Yet Lin Fan could sense a terrifying aura radiating from it.
This was an ancient, primordial presence.
“Ding, congratulations! You have discovered the Eternal Axe, currently incomplete.”
“The Eternal Axe.” Yan Zongzhu stared at the axe in Lin Fan’s hand, his voice filled with shock.
The Holy Sect’s legacy, in essence, was about receiving something from the Ancestor. The Ancestor had left a fragment of his divine consciousness in this statue, allowing future generations to meditate before it and obtain suitable treasures.
These treasures usually included pills or, more commonly, cultivation techniques.
For a weapon to appear now was simply impossible.
The Eternal Axe was the Ancestor’s personal weapon. It had vanished along with the Ancestor long ago. How could it possibly appear now during the inheritance ritual, chosen by a disciple?
Could it be that the Ancestor was trying to send a message?
While Yan Zongzhu was deep in thought, Lin Fan’s heart was filled with joy.
“Not bad, not bad. After scaring the hell out of me, at least you gave me a divine weapon as compensation. Good, very good.”
“Even though it’s incomplete, it’s still a divine weapon.”
At this moment, Lin Fan was overjoyed. As for the terrifying vision he had just experienced, he had no desire to recall it.
“Master, what’s wrong? Is something off?” Lin Fan asked Yan Zongzhu.
Yan Zongzhu looked at Lin Fan and shook his head. This didn’t make sense at all.
“Lin Fan, let me take a look at the Eternal Axe,” Yan requested.
“Sure.” Lin Fan handed it over without hesitation, not fearing Yan would steal it.
But the moment Yan touched the axe, it suddenly emitted a dazzling light, forcing Yan to retreat.
Lin Fan’s eyes widened.
This was incredible. Yan Zongzhu was at the peak of the Grand Heaven Realm, yet he was still pushed back.
This… truly was a divine weapon—so powerful and proud.
Yan Zongzhu stared at the Eternal Axe, his heart slightly trembling.
“A divine weapon with a spirit. It seems it has already chosen you as its master,” Yan finally said, a hint of envy in his voice.
“Hehe…” Lin Fan chuckled. He could clearly see the envy and jealousy in Yan’s eyes—after all, he had inherited a divine weapon.
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