CHAPTER 577: CHAPTER 569: ISN’T THIS VERY HONEST?

"Goodbye!"

Lin Fan waved his hand, bidding farewell to this Demon Path Immortal King who once roamed freely in the Immortal Realm. Don’t blame me for this; it’s simply a matter of skills not being on par—nothing could be done about it.

He watched as Mo Wandao shattered into pieces, finally merging back into the source of the Grand Dao.

A sense of melancholy arose.

Thousands of years spent cultivating.

Only to end up being slain by a young, handsome righteous cultivator. If he had known this would be the result, maybe he wouldn’t have worked so hard, wouldn’t have come here at all.

What’s the value of that Reincarnation Soul compared to my precious little life?

Wonder if he dropped anything good.

After all, he was an Immortal King Realm powerhouse.

Not some weakling I casually stomped on.

At the very least, he should’ve left behind one or two worthwhile items.

Lin Fan quietly waited.

After a brief moment.

Sigh!

A bit disappointing. He had hoped for some good loot, but it turned out that only a single divine skill dropped—Mo Wandao’s final move, the *Demon Path Forest.

Tao Level Divine Power.

While not of the Heavenly Dao level, for any cultivator, a Tao level divine skill was still quite impressive. It could definitely be called a top-tier ability.

Lin Fan glanced at the ruins of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect below, shaking his head helplessly. Truly a pity. He had originally planned to mercilessly raid some treasures, but Mo Wandao had already destroyed the place, leaving it in ruins. Who knows if there’s anything left at all?

He spread his fingers and raised his hand.

The shattered debris floated into the air.

But it was just useless junk. Right now, he was essentially scavenging for treasure amidst a pile of trash. His gaze swept across the debris—any fragments that shimmered with golden light were quickly pulverized under his scrutiny. If there were any real treasures, they wouldn’t be destroyed like this.

After a thorough inspection.

There didn’t seem to be any discoveries.

"Looks like the power of an Immortal King is indeed terrifying. Ordinary Immortal Treasures simply can’t withstand it."

He knew the force behind the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect was the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.

Having slain an Immortal King powerhouse, they must have sensed it. It was better to leave this place and find somewhere safe first.

Just as he had predicted.

The moment Mo Wandao fell, the Ten Thousand Demon Hall’s experts sensed his demise. Immediately afterward, furious roars echoed through the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, awakening countless Demon Experts who had been in cultivation.

That was the old patriarch’s voice transmission just now.

And upon learning of Mo Wandao’s death, their faces all turned grim.

No matter how you looked at it.

Mo Wandao was a relatively prominent figure in the Ten Thousand Demon Hall. His death, far from merely being a loss, was also an invisible slap—an insult that stung the face of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.

Shortly thereafter.

An expert from the Ten Thousand Demon Hall appeared in the skies above the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect. Observing the scene, they immediately realized that the one who had slain Mo Wandao had already left this place.

They reached into the Void as if searching for remnants of lingering energy.

From just a wisp of residual qi.

They could track the other party’s movements. That was the capability of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.

Sure enough.

One of the experts found traces of the issue within the Void.

"Hmph, slay an Immortal King of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall and dream of leaving unscathed? Truly delusional. By capturing the trace you left within heaven and earth, and invoking Supreme Tracking Skills, I can scatter my Divine Soul to pursue you across ten thousand miles and kill you with effortless ease."

This expert was supremely confident.

In a remote, desolate land.

Lin Fan descended, leaning against an ancient tree. Right now, he was pondering something—his situation was growing increasingly chaotic. His popularity in the Immortal Realm had gone from halfway acceptable to outright negative.

At this point, he was basically someone everyone wanted to kill.

But what was the point of thinking about that?

He didn’t rely on those Cave Heaven Blessed Lands for cultivation, nor on any *elixirs*. What he depended on was loot. To ascend to the pinnacle of life, he had to count on those guys.

Currently, the Universe Tripod held quite a few Demon Cultivators. If his luck turned out well, he might just score some major gains out of it.

After all, with such a large quantity, there was bound to be a fortunate moment at some point.

If a few dozen piglets all dropped something, that would be a foolproof, profitable deal.

Inside the Universe Tripod.

The members of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect were all roaring in anger. Having grown accustomed to wanton dominance, they found themselves suddenly suppressed here. One by one, they raged furiously, with some even unleashing Immortal Techniques or Divine Skills in an attempt to shatter this wretched object.

Yet the *Demon Crossing Scripture* covered the interior of the tripod.

With their current methods, they were utterly incapable of breaking through such a high-level, inscrutable divine power.

And so, shouting was their last resort.

All of a sudden.

A face emerged, floating overhead. "How are you all feeling, staying here?"

Lin Fan observed them carefully. Some were indeed quite weak, but there were others who were remarkably strong. Overall, he felt quite satisfied. If he ever encountered an incredibly formidable Immortal King powerhouse, even if he could suppress them now, he wouldn’t dare keep them trapped here. And on top of that, he’d have to accelerate time by three hundred years.

If they ended up causing trouble.

The consequences would be disastrous.

He might even end up falling victim to their retaliation.

"Senior, let us out. We bear no grudges against you, and most of us haven’t even met you before. Why go to such lengths?"

"We are willing to pledge eternal loyalty to you."

"We’d even be content to serve as Flute Boys by your side, as long as it spares our lives."

Faced with a life-or-death decision.

They chose humility. Even groveling didn’t matter. As long as they could survive, they’d agree to anything.

"Relax," Lin Fan reassured them, easing their frayed nerves. At this rate, how were they supposed to continue cultivating? Warmly, he said, "I’ll provide you with the secrets to Supreme Divine Power cultivation. Should you succeed, you might just find a slim chance of survival."

The Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor’s divine skills were unbelievably difficult to obtain.

Despite raising so many batches of piglets, in the end, all he’d gained was one Heavenly Dao level divine skill—*Burning Sky Destruction*. Looking at the current prisoners from the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect, he harbored little optimism.

Everyone was stunned.

They couldn’t figure out his intentions. But that wasn’t the main issue. The most critical point was whether he was truly benevolent enough to offer them methods for cultivating divine powers.

Soon after.

Someone whispered.

"Everyone, don’t be fooled. He’s very likely using us as Furnace Tripods. Once we successfully cultivate these divine powers, he’ll probably unleash some terrifying technique to seize our achievements."

Although the voice was low.

Lin Fan still heard it. Who was this perceptive genius who had him figured out instantly? Well said—it was indeed the case. But as far as he was concerned, this wasn’t an issue.

Even if someone guessed the truth, what of it?

Even if no divine power dropped from it.

He wouldn’t waste a thought—it didn’t matter to him at all.

"Cultivate well. I hope some of you will succeed."

He handed out a Heavenly Dao level divine technique for everyone to study.

However...

He believed the chances of success were slim. Cultivating a Heavenly Dao level technique wasn’t something just anyone could accomplish. Talent, comprehension, and insight into the Grand Dao were all vital.

It wasn’t so simple.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect gazed at the divine technique, cautiously avoiding any rash actions. But as they delved deeper into it, their expressions drastically changed.

Supreme Divine Power.

A truly Supreme Divine Power, unfathomably profound and filled with terrifying might.

Soon enough, someone sat cross-legged, beginning to practice the technique.

Lin Fan kept watching the situation unfold, smirking.

Saying they didn’t want it.

But their bodies weren’t being very honest, were they?