CHAPTER 546: CHAPTER 0538: SENIOR, I AM INNOCENT

"The Divine Skills you practice are truly sinister."

Lin Fan remarked; the ability his opponent displayed was indeed formidable. Even though he was strong himself, he had to admit it. Occasionally acknowledging others’ excellence was a basic courtesy.

It’s just that the Divine Skill the opponent employed was far too dark.

He had always remembered that he was a righteous figure of the Immortal Dao.

Never engaging in shady or disreputable activities.

"Hahaha... sinister? You say truly interesting things. One who walks the myriad paths of the Immortal Dao—how can there be ’sinister’ or ’righteous’? Only strength itself defines justice."

"And there’s no harm in telling you: this Divine Skill is a Tao Level Divine Power. I’ve cultivated it over a millennium. Its power is earth-shattering, capable of annihilating immortals and deities."

"Die for me!"

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch thrust out a massive hand, enveloping Lin Fan in blood clouds. Countless vengeful souls were refined into the most sinister Heavenly Demon Wraith Souls. Any one of these souls, should it fall to the cultivation world, could transform into a Demon wreaking havoc and dominating an entire region.

This was the method of an Immortal Monarch.

In the Immortal Realm, it might seem ordinary.

But in the cultivation world, it was an unstoppable existence.

Virtually beyond resolution.

At this moment.

The crowd watching Blood Yin Immortal Monarch make his move knew the victory was assured. Such Divine Skill, even if the Sect Hierarch arrived, might not be easy to break through.

"Hahaha, savor just how powerful my Divine Skills truly are." Blood Yin Immortal Monarch laughed, not even needing to spend effort, merely observing quietly.

No need to overthink.

Scenes of his envisioned victory already danced in his mind.

Entangled by countless wraith souls, Divine Soul shattered, ultimately becoming a soulless puppet, devoid of autonomy, disappearing from the world forever.

This thought alone exhilarated him.

Most importantly, he lusted after the Immortal Treasure Lin Fan carried. Even a Sect Hierarch would covet such an Innate Immortal Treasure. Alas, it might need to be offered up if acquired. Still, perhaps persuading the Sect Hierarch not to seize it would be ideal.

Suddenly.

Things seemed amiss.

He realized the number of wraith souls within his Tao Level Divine Power "Wrath of Heaven and Man" was rapidly diminishing at an alarming speed.

These were the souls he’d spent a millennium cultivating.

"Impossible!"

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch’s startled cry left the surrounding elders puzzled. What could be happening to ignite such shock in someone of his caliber?

At this moment.

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch pointed a finger outward, parting the blood cloud to reveal a black hole next to Lin Fan. His painstakingly refined wraith souls were being absorbed by the black hole.

Lin Fan had summoned the Yellow Springs Hell, opening the Gate of Hell to converse extensively with an unknown entity from its depths, requesting assistance to guide the wraith souls onto the path of reincarnation.

Moreover, he possessed an Innate Divine Ability.

Derived from his adventures within the cultivation world.

Its grade was admittedly somewhat low.

But it was still highly effective for certain situations.

"Alright, one by one, don’t rush. Everyone will have their turn for reincarnation. Hey, you, at the back—speed up. Don’t dawdle; there’s a long queue waiting!"

Lin Fan continued like a diligent customs officer, ushering each "visitor" forward.

When Blood Yin Immortal Monarch noticed Lin Fan opening a pathway and saw this scene, Lin Fan even smiled brightly, saying, "Don’t worry. It’ll be over soon."

"Damn it."

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch was so enraged that smoke seemed to pour from his seven orifices. He never anticipated this would happen, nor that his opponent’s methods could send away even the wraith souls embedded within his Divine Skill.

If this continued, things would be beyond repair.

Every wraith soul within this Tao Level Divine Power had been painstakingly refined through grueling effort over a millennium. If they were all banished by his opponent, he’d have no place to even cry over the loss.

"Reclaim!"

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch attempted to withdraw his Divine Skill, but an awe-inspiring event occurred.

He suddenly saw, above the Heavenly Vault, a colossal hand descending. Its five fingers, like towering columns sealing the very heavens, directly covered the blood cloud.

"Save your breath. Your current cultivation level just doesn’t cut it," Lin Fan said.

"As a righteous figure of the Immortal Dao, I initially wanted to spar with you leisurely. But your cultivation of such sinister arts is truly unbearable. Therefore, I must put an end to it all."

As he spoke, his words carried an air of absolute righteousness, like taking a moral high ground.

But to be honest.

He was merely trying to give himself a justification—and really, there was nothing wrong with that.

"Despicable!"

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch felt his wraith souls decrease at a terrifying pace within his Divine Power. Anxiousness inevitably churned in his heart.

If this continued.

His Divine Skill might as well have been cultivated in vain.

Why had things taken this turn?

Why couldn’t the wraith souls follow his command?

How was the opponent even managing this?

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch frantically tried to reclaim his Divine Skill, but it was futile. He could only roar angrily, unleashing other Immortal Techniques in hopes of forcefully breaking the opponent’s seal.

Lin Fan observed Blood Yin Immortal Monarch’s panicked and desperate demeanor with a faint grin.

Then, employing Martial Arts Power to suppress the opponent, he hurled a punch that unleashed an explosion of terrifying strength—a force so powerful it swept across like an unstoppable tide.

"What?!"

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch’s face twisted in horror; his former composure disintegrated entirely as terror overcame him. The brilliance of the punch was so dazzling it overwhelmed vision.

No words could suffice to describe its destructiveness.

The fist unleashed a torrent of unimaginable energy through Blood Yin Immortal Monarch’s body, rampaging uncontrollably within.

At this moment.

Time itself seemed to freeze.

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch’s expression turned utterly grim.

Splurt!

Unable to suppress it, he spat out a mouthful of blood, its crimson spilling into the heavens.

"Impossible."

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch stared at Lin Fan in stunned disbelief, unable to comprehend how this fearsome foe—who moments ago posed no dire threat—could become so terrifying.

Lin Fan’s robes fluttered as he initiated an Array.

Swish!

Swish!

Beams of light shot skyward, forming Array Patterns on the earth below, enveloping the members of the Sky Demon Sect. The Immortal Monarchs scattered in panic, trying to flee, but quickly realized something was wrong.

The opponent’s Array was overwhelmingly powerful.

They seemed trapped in a sealed space, unable to escape.

"Stop wasting your energy."

Lin Fan prepared to store these individuals within the Universe Tripod.

There was no other choice.

As a righteous figure of the Immortal Dao, how could he tolerate such occurrences? Cultivating such dark and sinister Immortal Techniques was simply unacceptable.

He had already thought it through.

Place this faction’s members into the Universe Tripod, then force them to cultivate Divine Skills. If they failed, he’d simply execute them all.

Of course.

Before that, he would employ Tao Level Divine Power "Seize Heaven and Earth’s Fortune" to absorb their luck and channel it into himself—otherwise, wouldn’t that be a waste?

This thought alone made him feel his intellect was truly remarkable.

"No way."

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch shouted in hysteria, realizing he’d been fooled. His foe’s true strength vastly surpassed what he’d earlier glimpsed.

If that were the case.

His only option now was to escape.

Otherwise, there was no way out.

"Trying to flee? Too late." Lin Fan watched Blood Yin Immortal Monarch’s retreating figure and vanished with a swish. Moments later, he manifested before him, slamming a palm on his head and forcibly driving him toward the ground.

Boom!

The ground cracked beneath him.

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch stared wide-eyed, his face contorted in fear as he looked at Lin Fan.

Even his manner of address had changed.

"Have mercy, senior! I had no idea that Immortal Treasure belonged to you. Please spare me!"

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch was a man who understood the principle of taking what you could and letting go when you couldn’t.

Face? What was that?

When stronger than others, face was domineering.

But weaker—then bowing down was imperative, an absolute certainty derived from long years of experience.

"Senior, I acted without malice. Why not torment others? I’ve already been subdued by your greatness."

Blood Yin Immortal Monarch immediately betrayed his own sect members.

No ulterior motive.

Just that life preservation outweighed everything else.

Those fleeing in all directions from the Sky Demon Sect were dumbfounded upon hearing Blood Yin Immortal Monarch’s words, their eyes wide in disbelief.

Scum!

How could he even utter such words?

After all, you are a Sky Demon Sect elder! Your status far surpasses ours. At least face the peril head-on instead of tossing it onto us. Isn’t that just a bit excessive?