CHAPTER 578: CHAPTER 0570: DROP GOOD THINGS

Wasting lifespan on these people again... Hopefully, someone can succeed in cultivating it. Just initiating would be enough—nothing else matters.

The powerhouses within the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect were all very low-key and didn’t waste words on meaningless chatter.

After obtaining this top-tier Divine Skill,

they focused solely on cultivation.

If they truly succeeded in cultivating it, maybe—just maybe—they could carve a path soaked in blood and leave this place, dismembering that detestable person into pieces.

Having dreams is a good thing.

If you don’t have dreams, how are you different from a salted fish?

Don’t assume that just because they’re demon cultivators, they don’t have dreams. Demon cultivators’ dreams are pure and unchanging: becoming the strongest in their sect, so even the Sect Leader would kneel before them and call them "Daddy."

Lin Fan sacrificed his lifespan and activated the Eyes of Time Immortal Venerable. Time flew by in a blur, and the people inside the Universe Tripod lived through what felt like an eternity. But for Lin Fan, it was merely the blink of an eye.

Xiang Fei was truly dependable. He directly handed this Supreme Treasure to him, which meant their relationship had already reached "that" level.

Not that Lin Fan was lacking—handing over the Chaos Secret Realm to them, even if just to manage, was already enough to flaunt his superiority and reap some benefits.

Besides, he really didn’t care for that built-up mana.

The accumulation process was overly tedious, requiring immense effort and carrying a significant risk of being discovered by others. The return on investment wasn’t great and might even lead to unimaginable dangers.

It was genuinely headache-inducing.

In no time at all,

three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

"Let me take a look and see how all of you have been doing." Lin Fan checked on the situation inside the Universe Tripod, hoping for some positive results. If not, he might just blow a gasket.

Three hundred years should be enough to cultivate a Heavenly Dao-level Divine Skill, right?

If any experienced cultivator heard Lin Fan, they wouldn’t be able to hold back their roar of frustration.

"This guy spouts nonsense and dreams like a fool. A Heavenly Dao-level Divine Skill is one of the most rare and precious abilities in existence. Do you think it’s as easy as growing cabbage?!"

This was indeed the case.

Any Heavenly Dao-level Divine Skill was exceedingly difficult to cultivate, especially those with unique traits. They were suitable for only a select few and might take a lifetime of stillness to even slightly comprehend.

"What the fuck!"

Suddenly,

Lin Fan couldn’t help but spit out obscenities. He truly couldn’t hold it back anymore.

So many people, and not a single one had successfully cultivated it? This was beyond trash. Three hundred years wasted just like that—not asking for them to reach some great level, but couldn’t at least one make it past the starting line?

Not like he expected everyone to succeed either.

But now what?

Genuinely disappointing. Sometimes, it’s better not to have high expectations; numbers don’t always guarantee success.

His outburst startled the group confined in the Universe Tripod.

It disrupted their cultivation rhythm.

Soon, complaints began to ring out.

"Damn it, I was so close to getting started!"

One demon cultivator roared. This sentiment had existed since the beginning, with him cultivating continuously until now, always feeling "just a little bit closer." Yet it all amounted to nothing.

"This Divine Skill is incredibly profound. If I had just a bit more time, I could fully get started."

"I’ve already touched upon its edges."

"Me too."

It really felt like they were all living in a dream. Cultivating for three hundred years without even initiating it, yet still having the nerve to say they were close? Believing their words was as absurd as seeing ghosts.

Lin Fan opened his hand wide, and surging mana instantly shrouded all the demon cultivators inside the Universe Tripod. In an instant, the demon cultivators inside began howling in rage.

"Damn you! It’s already come to this—why are you still humiliating us?"

"Stop! Just stop!"

"You bastard!"

He stripped all the demon cultivators of their clothes. The purpose was simple: to increase the drop rate. Right now, all he cared about was acquiring mana; everything else was secondary.

Immortal Treasures meant nothing to him.

The things Mouse Emperor Immortal had given him were far too abundant and of far higher quality—comparing them to the demon cultivators’ Immortal Treasures was like comparing mud to Supreme Treasures.

Of course,

a demon cultivator arrogantly stood upright and said, "Senior, do you prefer fair-skinned individuals? I’m willing to become your Flute Boy."

In his view, if someone committed such acts, it had to be because they lusted after their bodies.

If one wanted to live, naturally they had to pay a price.

And that price was most likely their flesh.

No big deal.

As cultivators, one must be able to pick up and let go. As long as they could survive, doing anything was no issue.

Bang!

The moment the demon cultivator finished speaking, he was crushed into a bloody paste by a ferocious surge of mana. To Lin Fan, such a suggestion was an insult to him.

As expected,

someone that sleazy wasn’t going to drop anything worthwhile.

Lin Fan’s methods shocked everyone inside the Universe Tripod. None expected him to truly start killing.

"Everyone, if you want to survive, you must fight to the death with him. If you’re waiting for him to let us go, you’re dreaming."

"Attack!"

Faced with the choice between life and death, all the demon cultivators took action. Despite being stark naked, there wasn’t the slightest hesitation as they unleashed their strongest techniques.

"Heh."

Lin Fan crushed them mercilessly with his immense mana. If they couldn’t cultivate successfully, then killing them outright wasn’t a problem.

In an instant,

screams of agony filled the air.

It looked like a righteous Immortal Sect purging demons and evil spirits.

"Give me something decent, at least some mana."

He could only pray to the Lord of Heaven to cut him some slack. He wasn’t asking for much—forget a Heavenly Dao-level Divine Skill, just something decent would do.

No!

No!

Still nothing!

He wasn’t in a rush. The weak demon cultivators’ drops were purely up to luck—it all depended on fortune.

If luck was decent,

perhaps...

[Dropped Spirit Root: Eighth Grade Wood Spirit Root.]

Trash!

Such items were beneath his notice now. His Spirit Roots had long since been perfected, and he had condensed the Saint Immortal Body. Looking at these Spirit Roots was almost a waste of time, but whatever—a mere glance at its grade revealed it had come from a weakling.

Even weaklings had their dignity.

The fact that they could drop something upon death showed their stubborn determination to prove their existence’s worth.

He kept slaughtering.

As for the demon cultivators’ cries of despair, he naturally ignored them.

He had long seen through their true nature.

Their cultivation techniques were exceedingly ruthless, devouring essence, energy, and spirit—a quintessentially domineering demon cultivation method.

Slaughter!

[Dropped Divine Skill: Blood Poison Demon Finger.]

Its rank was categorized as a Great Divine Power.

Still underwhelming. Even in the cultivation world, such techniques were beneath his notice, let alone here in the Immortal Realm. But a drop was a drop—at least mastering it to its apex had blended myriad schools of thought, which wasn’t a waste.

Suddenly,

his eyes lit up.

Luck had arrived.