CHAPTER 441: CHAPTER 0438 GOD BLESS

The situation of Lin Fan and the two others was rather awkward.

Like a small fishing boat caught in crashing waves, a song could easily describe it:

"The cold rain slaps recklessly against the face!"

Painful, excruciatingly painful.

The oppression of a mighty force was truly terrifying.

Although the elder was merely the remnant will of an Immortal Venerable, the power he unleashed was astonishing. Meanwhile, the Holy Emperor, consuming the blood like he was on stimulants, was rejuvenated and launched continuous, devastating attacks.

The splendor of light, earth-shattering tremors, and countless towering mountain ranges crumbling into oblivion—under such power, who could possibly emerge intact?

The ancient mountains seemed to weep: We are so picturesque, enriching the world with our breathtaking beauty, yet your relentless battle is on the verge of destroying us. Is there no shred of humanity left?

"Brother Lin, have you noticed he’s growing increasingly deranged?"

Xiang Fei stared at the elder, sensing something was wrong. That eerie and savage aura instilled unease, his mental state clearly deteriorating.

Lin Fan detected this as well.

Initially, while the elder was somewhat deranged, he remained relatively lucid. Now, however, things seemed off—the elder’s behavior and facial expressions had shifted drastically.

His madness intensified, his expressions twisted grotesquely into those of an ancient demon.

"Brother Qin, you might have a tough time in a bit."

His meaning was clear: when it comes to persuading or appeasing the elder, the difficulty would be immense.

Qin Yang swallowed hard.

Looking at the elder’s savage demeanor, his nerves were exceedingly tense.

"I fear my mana may not be enough."

If it were earlier, he’d have been brimming with confidence, ready to showcase eighteen different techniques to soothe the elder. After all, within the Qin Family, he’d been showered with praise for his skills countless times, mastering the art thoroughly.

The clash between titans.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The Holy Emperor, being an Immortal Emperor and an ancient one at that, was inherently far more formidable than other Immortal Emperors. Even while burdened with a curse, slaying the previous Emperor only took mere moments.

But now.

The elder, trapped within his insanity, was far too terrifying. All of the Holy Emperor’s Supreme Divine Skills had originated from the elder, suppressing him innately.

Boom!

The Holy Emperor’s scalp burst open, his body shot through with a bloody hole from a single punch, hurtling away—a dire situation, utterly disgraceful.

"Master, spare my life!"

He was ultimately no match for the elder, his appearance reverting to its original shriveled form, his aura now exceedingly feeble.

Witnessing this, Lin Fan’s heart burned with anticipation. He wanted nothing more than to personally finish this guy off—a genuine Immortal Emperor! Frankly, he’d never slain one before, nor did he know what it felt like.

If someone could grant him this opportunity,

he would be endlessly thankful, even cursing the other’s ancestors up to eighteen generations in gratitude.

Initially.

He had planned to say to the elder, "Look, I’m your disciple now; let me handle this rebellious, teacher-harming ingrate."

Logically speaking.

Such reasoning should hold water.

But given the elder’s current state,

he dared not utter these words.

The elder was entirely unhinged, consumed by bloodlust and an overwhelming desire to fight. The murderous intent was so intense that approaching even slightly made one’s dao heart destabilize, shrouded by that killing intent.

Soon.

An even more horrifying scene emerged.

The elder directly began eating the Holy Emperor alive. Yes, that’s correct—alive. This was hatred pushed to the limit, so deep that it compelled him to consume flesh and blood.

The scene was gruesome.

Practically rated eighteen and above.

Qin Yang swallowed nervously, "I say... could he possibly turn around and eat us afterward?"

"Hard to say." Xiang Fei’s silence had been their solace, but his remark turned Qin Yang’s face deathly pale. He had merely intended to ask, hoping for even a shred of reassurance to ease his nerves.

Lin Fan said, "Prepare yourselves. If he attacks us next, use every method possible to escape."

He was already prepared.

Even at the cost of detonating every Immortal Treasure he owned, survival was paramount.

Compared to his life,

what did Immortal Treasures matter?

Even the Mixed Element Golden Gourd—he’d blow it up completely if it meant staying alive. Life outweighed everything else.

At this moment.

The elder, blood-drenched and feral like a beast, his face smeared with gore, paired with that grotesque expression—truly terrifying.

Shk!

Suddenly, the elder’s gaze fell upon Lin Fan and the others.

Qin Yang trembled, "Senior, wake up! Don’t do anything reckless. Don’t you remember, I’m Xiao Qin, the one who just massaged you? You even complimented how comfortable it was!"

"And this one you even said was your disciple—you can’t forget this, can you?"

He hoped to awaken the elder’s conscience through his kind words.

We really are innocent.

Dragged here for no apparent reason, having done nothing—we don’t deserve this level of madness!

The elder’s gaze upon the three of them was extremely feral.

Like a beast spotting its prey.

"This isn’t looking good."

Lin Fan pondered swiftly, running countless scenarios in his mind to figure out how to save himself.

The elder stepped closer to them, step by step.

Gradually.

His aura seemed to shift slightly.

"Relax, I won’t kill you."

The elder slowly spoke, seemingly regaining a shred of lucidity. Moments ago, his savage demeanor carried boundless murderous intent.

Anyone caught in such a state

would only have one explanation:

entrapment in demonic obsession.

The descent into madness.

Now, hearing the elder’s words, Qin Yang was the first to breathe a sigh of relief. In such situations, it was mere bad luck—for anyone with a grain of decency, they wouldn’t act against them.

Innocents.

Moreover, having witnessed a master-disciple life-and-death battle, they were filled with sympathy and understanding.

Could he stoop so low?

"My revenge is complete, my desires fulfilled. Yet the lingering remnants that dragged me back from the Abyss are comprised of resentment, fury, and hatred. I can maintain clarity for a brief while, but soon I’ll completely lose control,"

"And this remnant form will morph into a demon."

"For tens of thousands of years, I roamed these lands. The greatest mistake of my life was ignoring my friend’s advice and taking such a treacherous apprentice, leading to this tragic downfall."

"Come. Kill me, bury me within the heavens and earth."

The elder spoke slowly, an Immortal Venerable consumed by remnants becoming a demon was disastrous for the world, and personally, a disgrace.

Qin Yang trembled—kill the remnant of an Immortal Venerable?

Don’t joke.

He wouldn’t dare even with multiple lives.

Lin Fan’s eyes lit up. Opportunities always seemed to arrive in the brightest moments.

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei hesitated to act.

That left the responsibility solely on him.

Lin Fan stepped forward and said, "Senior, I understand your intentions. Your desires fulfilled, yet these remnants driven by vengeance dragged senior back from the abyss. With senior’s status and standing, being governed by remnants is unfathomable. Allow this junior, Lin Fan, to assist you."

He had been waiting eagerly for this.

As the elder had said.

His limits were reached.

Those remnants contained the Immortal Venerable’s negative emotions. Once they spiraled out of control, the consequences would be terrifying—not even senior’s will could resist.

"Such courage."

Qin Yang admired Lin Fan, recognizing that only Brother Lin could rise to the challenge in such critical moments.

To confront the remnants of an Immortal Venerable—he simply didn’t have the guts.

Xiang Fei stood vigilant, observing the scene unfold.

The elder smiled contentedly, "Good. Then I must trouble you. However, before this, heed this advice—never repeat my mistake, misjudging others and accepting disciples blindly."

"Thank you for your teachings, senior. I shall remember them." Lin Fan spoke respectfully. For him, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If he missed this, it would never come again.

An Immortal Venerable.

Even a remnant of one was something he could scarcely dream of.

The rewards would be immense.

Though incomplete, the relics of an Immortal Venerable’s remnant contained treasures unrivaled, paving the way to greater power.

Mana?

Unimaginable.

Divine Skills and the like—all remarkable, and once claimed, they would significantly enhance his strength.

Lin Fan approached the elder slowly.

The elder gazed at the Sacred Emperor’s Land, his eyes calm though his emotions churned violently.

Muttering to himself,

"Sigh, even achieving Immortal Venerable status... what does it prove?"

"Encountering treacherous disciples, in the end, it’s all fleeting smoke and clouds."

At that instant.

Scenes surfaced in the elder’s mind that he never would’ve imagined.

Starting out in cultivation, bearing an earth-shaking ambition, surviving countless tribulations—yet losing it all, including the woman he cherished most, while chasing the Immortal Venerable Dao Fruit.

"Hehe."

The elder chuckled.

But to Lin Fan, the elder’s smile was terrifying, halting him in mid-step—this was too dangerous. Even if the elder sought death, as the remnant of an Immortal Venerable, should he change his mind, any action taken would be petrifying.

Lin Fan muttered to himself.

Please stop frightening me.

Although he appeared calm outwardly, inwardly he was trembling—the level of danger wasn’t something he could contend with.

The elder tilted his head skyward, his murky gaze brimming with tears.

"Once, I thought the path I pursued would hold no regrets. Now, looking back, I am utterly foolish."

"Qiu Er, I’ve wronged you."

Perhaps this was true for everyone—the moment death hovered close, past actions weighed heavily with regret.

But upon reflection now.

It was all meaningless.

What’s done couldn’t be undone, dwelling on it served no purpose.

The elder gazed at Lin Fan and said, "Young one, remember my words—it’s a lifetime’s worth of advice: never undertake actions you’ll regret, nor fail those you hold dear in your heart."

"Junior will keep this in mind." Lin Fan replied, slowly advancing toward the elder, constantly agreeing with whatever the elder said. Even if the elder insulted him, calling him a useless wretch,

he would agree obediently.

Indeed, I am just a waste.

Senior’s wisdom is profoundly right.

"Come." The elder smiled weakly, his face gleaming with a trace of relief.

Lin Fan prayed internally.

Jade Emperor, The Buddha, The Three Pure Ones—great deities above, grant me success,

In an instant.

Lin Fan struck decisively, pouring an overwhelming force directly into the elder’s body.

The elder relinquished everything.

Embracing the arrival of death.

This was his final rest.

PS: Something came up, and here’s the situation: "Toasting the bright moon, while sharing drinks with the toilet bowl."