CHAPTER 573: CHAPTER 0565: I’M BACK AGAIN

To Lin Fan,

he very much wanted to wipe out every disciple of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect; no matter what, their loot drops were bound to be extraordinary.

However, what he hadn’t expected was...

these demon cultivators would greet him with smiles when they saw him, not even uttering a single crude word. When stopped by him, they politely inquired, "May we ask, fellow daoist, what brings you here? Do you need any assistance?"

It was making it quite difficult for him to strike.

Could it be that he had overthought things? Maybe the saying "If the upper beam is askew, the lower beams will be crooked" was wrong after all.

After Lin Fan toured the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect,

he found it completely boring.

He left immediately.

The thing he hoped for most was that these demon cultivators would show some backbone. Even if they insulted him with something like "fuck off," he’d have an excuse. But now, even with their sect leader and elders subdued, do they truly have no opinions at all?

And with that, he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the sky.

The demon cultivators of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect, upon seeing the rainbow streak vanish into the distance, collectively let out a sigh of relief. They had truly been scared to death by Lin Fan, as if they were blind to what had just unfolded before them.

Just moments ago, they had borne witness to the battle.

The sheer power was utterly horrifying.

It was simply life-threatening.

"Phew! That was terrifying. I honestly thought I was going to die!"

"The sect leader and the elders have all been subdued!"

"Why haven’t the other elders stepped forward to confront him? They’re just letting him strut around in front of us arrogantly. I really can’t tolerate this anymore."

And at that moment,

a voice echoed.

"Do you want to kill him?"

One of the disciples replied eagerly, "I want to—I’ve been dying to, literally..."

But as he uttered those words, his face instantly froze in shock, as if he’d seen a ghost. There was no one around him. When he looked up, he found a figure floating in midair.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Ah, so this is why you were all being so cordial. Turns out it’s all fakery, huh? At a glance, I could tell your Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect has committed countless atrocities, given the thick Yin Evil Energy draping over the sky. It’s unimaginable how many people you’ve harmed to condense something so intense."

"Watch how I subjugate all of you!"

It wasn’t easy.

Luckily, he had been smart earlier and pulled off a feint to expose their vile deeds.

Lin Fan spread his five fingers wide, enveloping the skies above the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect with a mana barrier, ensuring no one could escape. For these demon cultivators, they were always the ones causing trouble for others, never having experienced anyone seeking trouble with them.

"Universe Tripod, collect!"

With the Universe Tripod summoned, its mouth aimed downward, and a terrifying suction force erupted. The demon cultivators felt the pull and their expressions changed drastically.

Cries of panic filled the air.

Their power was nowhere near enough to resist the suction.

"Help!"

"Help!"

The demon cultivators fought with all their might, summoning their most powerful Immortal Artifacts. Yet in Lin Fan’s presence, those artifacts were utterly useless. Before they could even take full form in the air, Lin Fan’s mana crushed them to pieces.

These Immortal Artifacts, once their pride and joy, were completely inconsequential before a true master.

"You, practicing the forbidden system of the Immortal Realm, why not find some place to hide quietly? Instead, you show yourself so brazenly, not only subduing our sect leader but planning to eradicate the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect. Do you realize the ties between the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect and the Ten Thousand Demon Hall? If you strike, you’ll find nowhere to hide,"

a hoarse voice carried over.

It was an elder of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect, concealed within its depths. During the battle between the sect leader, elders, and outsiders, he had sensed the commotion but refrained from intervening.

His reasoning was simple.

If the sect leader and elders could win, his intervention wouldn’t matter.

If they lost, his intervention would still be futile.

In that case, pretending nothing had happened was clearly the best option. He had assumed Lin Fan would simply leave, but to his surprise, Lin Fan started to target the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect directly.

"Stop your tricks and come out already!"

Lin Fan hurled a punch, its light illuminating the Heavenly Vault. With a deafening boom, a distant mountain range exploded, revealing a figure who looked slightly disheveled and clearly affected by Lin Fan’s blow.

"Damn it!"

The elder was the sect leader’s junior brother and had been secluded in the mountains for cultivation. Now forcefully dragged out, his mood was sour. But Lin Fan’s strength was overwhelming—a single punch radiated an intimidating aura.

It seemed imbued with the essence of the Dao.

Whether the opponent was strong or weak, one could sense it in just one exchange.

"You elders truly lack solidarity, don’t you? Watching as your sect leader and fellow brothers were subdued by me, yet not one of you thought to step in. Instead, you all just hid away?"

Lin Fan laughed; their motives were obvious without even needing to guess.

A bunch of cowards.

Hiding deeper than anyone else.

The elder wanted to say something but ultimately kept silent.

By now, Lin Fan had subdued practically all the elders of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect, leaving only this sole survivor.

Suddenly,

the elder’s expression shifted drastically as the surrounding space-time distorted, as though someone had flipped heaven and earth, transporting him instantaneously to Lin Fan’s side.

The elder froze in shock. Despite his considerable strength, he was astonished by Lin Fan’s ability to warp space-time so effortlessly.

"Don’t be so tense; you’re acting like you’ve never seen the world before." Lin Fan chuckled at the elder’s bewildered expression and extended his hand, his fingertips glowing brilliantly as he enveloped the elder, sweeping him straight into the Universe Tripod.

Though the elder was fairly strong,

he was still leagues away from being able to contend with Lin Fan.

"Hmm!"

Lin Fan suddenly noticed a surge of heat emanating from the deepest underground of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect—it was clear that something was hidden there.

His curiosity was piqued.

Descending slowly, he couldn’t find an entrance. With a swing of his arm, several mana-infused blades carved through the ground, unearthing an opening.

"Could there be some sort of secret hidden here?"

Lin Fan remained intrigued by the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect. After all, it was a Demon Sect; it was perfectly normal for it to harbor bizarre, unusual things.

Gradually,

a sickening smell wafted out.

It carried the stench of blood mixed with rotting flesh.

Typically, encountering such a smell meant trouble was brewing.

For now, though, it hadn’t alerted him to any danger.

As he ventured deeper, faint wailing echoed like the tormented cries of souls from the depths of the Nine Hells. Lin Fan emitted a radiant glow, illuminating his surroundings.

He discovered rows of dungeons lining both sides, packed full of prisoners.

Yet most of them seemed neither fully human nor fully ghost.

Their appearances were severely deformed.

A thick aura of death clung to them.

"I didn’t expect to uncover something like this!"

Lin Fan’s sense of justice swelled within him once again. As a disciple of the righteous Immortal Dao, he was naturally upright. Faced with this scene, there was no way he could simply ignore it—he had to put a stop to this atrocity.

Though...

just what, exactly, were these people being kept here for?