CHAPTER 551: CHAPTER 0543: WAIT FOR ME, I’M MAKING A BREAKTHROUGH

The members of the Sky Demon Sect were truly pitiful.

They suffered total annihilation, though they could have lived in peace. After all, Lin Fan bore them no particular ill will. But alas, blame must fall on that elder whose Immortal Techniques were a tad domineering.

Once upon a time, when Lin Fan roamed the cultivation realm, he saw himself as someone righteous on the Immortal Path. While not exactly a virtuous hero, he could at least draw his blade to assist where justice was needed.

And so, the disaster that befell the Sky Demon Sect could only be attributed to their misfortune.

They no longer deserved to exist in this world.

Inside the Universe Tripod.

At first, their furious roars rang out nonstop, venting the flames of their anger. They shouted all manner of bold and brazen threats, purely to let Lin Fan know he had angered those he ought not to provoke.

However, when Lin Fan casually tossed out the inherited Divine Skills he had obtained...

Initially, they didn’t quite understand. But it didn’t take long before they noticed something peculiar. Gazing deeply into the Divine Skills, their shock grew by the second.

Divine Skills—Immortal-level Divine Skills, Tao-level Divine Skills, and even Heavenly Dao-level Divine Skills!

What kind of lunatic was this?

Yet none of that mattered anymore.

They became utterly obsessed with the Divine Skills, their minds completely captivated.

Their thoughts were shockingly simple.

This guy is just trying to show off these Divine Skills in front of us, isn’t he?

Does he think we lack the capability to cultivate them?

Well then, we’ll cultivate these Divine Skills, and use them to break free from here. That was their plan. Others had thought the same before, and besides, it wasn’t entirely outlandish.

The Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor’s Divine Skills were extremely domineering.

A venerable Immortal Emperor with countless Divine Skills under their command, naturally including Heavenly Dao-level skills. But for Lin Fan to personally cultivate them felt overly troublesome.

Why not simply have someone else do the work? That would be far more enjoyable.

When they finally exploded with results, wouldn’t it be immensely satisfying?

It might seem somewhat shameless, but the truth was, allowing them to cultivate a skill they could never hope to touch within their lifetime before dying was, in a way, profoundly gratifying.

Regardless of whether they thought that way.

Lin Fan had already decided on their behalf.

"You’re all individuals of stature and standing. If, after three hundred years, you can’t master a single Divine Skill, then you’re truly hopeless trash."

"And you’ll have squandered a great deal of my precious longevity."

The Eyes of Time Immortal Venerable were Xiang Fei’s treasure, merely lent to Lin Fan temporarily. Though they technically rested in Lin Fan’s possession for now, using them came at great cost.

Activating them required the consumption of lifespan, and if not for his Innate Divine Ability of Longevity, he wouldn’t dare even consider using them.

Time flies.

The atmosphere inside the Universe Tripod underwent dramatic changes.

This was the result of cultivating the Divine Skills.

For ordinary individuals, this would spell doom. Even merely beginning to grasp a Heavenly Dao-level Divine Skill could lead to immense power boosts, the implications utterly terrifying, far beyond what imagination alone could comprehend.

Any slight misstep...

Could easily lead to death on the spot.

Meanwhile, the Demon Crossing Scripture enveloped the Universe Tripod, suppressing them completely, leaving them incapable of even moving.

"Excellent, truly excellent."

Lin Fan gazed at the Immortal Monarchs, while utterly ignoring the weaker-tiered Immortals. Their abilities were pitifully poor; their talents, uninspiring. Could they truly succeed in cultivation?

But how quickly fate can slap you in the face.

He abruptly noticed that some of the weaker-tiered Immortals had indeed managed to cultivate successfully—a remarkable turn of events he couldn’t help but marvel at.

The harvest begins.

Lin Fan wasted no time commencing the slaughter.

Raising pigs in groups, and then the joy of slaughtering them—this sense of accomplishment was something most could never fathom.

They resisted fiercely.

Hoping to leverage the Divine Skills newly acquired to topple Lin Fan, to reverse the situation entirely.

Yet, while dreams are often beautiful, reality remains brutally stark.

They grossly underestimated Lin Fan’s strength.

One Sky Demon Sect member after another fell lifeless at his hands.

Lin Fan’s expression grew increasingly somber. This was the critical test to see if they would drop anything valuable. Sometimes, being overly cocky isn’t a wise idea.

Who knows, the heavens may decide to teach you a harsh lesson for being so arrogant.

To prepare for this...

He spread his five fingers wide, casting an overwhelming aura to envelop them all.

"What’s he doing?"

"No clue."

"You bastard! If you’ve got guts, let us out and face us one-on-one!"

"Ahhh!"

And soon enough...

Terrified screams reverberated across the heavens and earth.

They could feel something deeply essential within themselves slipping away. Though intangible and elusive, its loss was undeniably real.

Lin Fan despised wastefulness.

He directly absorbed their destinies to enhance his own luck.

The Divine Skill "Seizing Creation of Heaven and Earth" was frighteningly powerful.

Without cultivating it to its utmost limits, its potential was almost impossible to unlock.

Even though it was merely a Tao-level Divine Skill, its cultivation difficulty was astronomically high. For ordinary individuals, even those of great innate talent, achieving success was a near-impossible feat.

After all, destiny is one of those enigmatic entities.

It doesn’t yield to capture simply because you wish to grasp it.

Lin Fan drained their luck dry.

He observed their foreheads now dim and lifeless, void of light and vitality, completely stripped of fortune.

They were now reduced to the types who’d likely step on dog feces the moment they left the house.

Bad luck hung heavy in the air.

Their path of cultivation had come to a definitive end.

[Spirit Root obtained: Ninth Grade Metal Spirit Root.]

Not particularly useful.

He continued his slaughter.

At this point, what more could he want from Spirit Roots?

There was no longer much demand.

He only sought two things: mana, and Divine Skills.

Fortunately, with the large numbers of Sky Demon Sect members gathered here, the odds of success were promising.

[Divine Skill obtained: Sky Blade Strike (Great Divine Power).]

Not even an Immortal Law—what a shame.

Still, even a Great Divine Power was decent enough.

When cultivated to its zenith, the explosive might of a Great Divine Power could be truly awe-inspiring.

No rewards.

No rewards.

Lin Fan’s heart remained as undisturbed as a quiet lake. He had long adopted a mindset of unwavering composure.

He was used to this.

The loot drop rates from weaker opponents were inherently dismal.

Whether or not anything dropped was purely a matter of luck.

And then...

[Mana obtained: 1.3 million years.]

He didn’t know who dropped it.

But now, he realized his inner cultivation realm was about to burst; it could no longer be suppressed.

Immortal Monarch Realm was within reach.

Long before, he had already neared the breakthrough to the Immortal Monarch Realm.

Now, with such an immense infusion of mana, there was simply no holding back.

Divine Skills!

Just give me Divine Skills—no other requirements matter now.

Lin Fan only desired to unleash the Divine Skills he had obtained from the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor. If he could succeed, it would all have been worth fattening these pigs up for slaughter.

"Ah! Ahhh!"

"Brother Lin, we’re doomed!"

"Say something back, won’t you?"

Qin Yang’s voice tinged with panic, as though he had encountered something truly horrifying.

But to Lin Fan, he didn’t have the time to deal with such absurd nonsense right now.

He was incredibly busy.

Can’t you see the pigpen still teeming with fat pigs waiting patiently for their turn?

Even if the sky were to collapse, he had no intention of being distracted.