Amidst the chorus of curses, everyone felt the fear of an impending apocalypse.

Every Immortal Cultivator at the Holy Mountain opened their cultivation fully, their divine skills unleashed, instantly forming hundreds of layers of defense beneath the tribulation clouds hovering over the mountain.

Flying swords, towers, ancient lamps, lotus platforms... Various magical treasures flew across the sky, their radiant glory forming a barrier.

Buddha Power Manifesting Golden Lotus, Buddha Hand Divine Transformation Diagram, Vajra Indestructible Barrier, The One Hundred and Eight Arhats Great Formation, Eight Hundred Arhats Suppressing Demons Formation, Hundred Thousand Arhats Mountain Defense Formation... These ancient Buddha’s lost divine skills, untransmitted formations, shone brilliantly as they surged skyward.

This was the combined power of twenty-three Holy Mountain Immortal Emperors and a million Holy Mountain Immortal Cultivators, the golden Buddha power making the already magnificent Holy Mountain seem like an Ancient Divine Mountain!

The tribulation Ning Fan caused was terrifying, but with over twenty Immortal Emperors present, there was no reason to let Ning Fan act recklessly.

In an instant, the defense was formed, the apocalyptic tribulation also descended, lightning and Buddha power clashing above the Holy Mountain! As everyone watched, the tribulation clouds were blown away by a raging wind, revealing a silver sun dazzling with thunderous light beneath layers of tribulation clouds!

It was a sun woven from lightning dao traces, gradually rising from the tribulation clouds following Ning Fan’s thought!

That silver sun was the result of Ning Fan instructing the four Thunder Sparrow Heavenly Dao Souls to gather lightning power from one realm three days ago for a concentrated strike, extracting sixty percent of the lightning power from the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain. It was a calamity that no single Immortal Emperor dared to face alone, only by uniting everyone’s strength could it be possible to withstand!

That silver sun’s size was several times greater than the vast Holy Mountain; if it fell, the whole mountain would be within its attack range!

The silver sun was a convergence of lightning, its surface blazing with fierce thunder flames, sealing within it hundreds of billions of lightning storms—an aggregation of the power of dozens of Immortal Emperor Calamity Tribulations!

What concept is dozens of Immortal Emperor Calamity Tribulations!

A single Immortal Emperor Calamity Tribulation is enough to leave an Immortal Emperor on the brink of death, life hanging by a thread. Dozens of Immortal Emperor Calamity Tribulations are enough to instantly obliterate any Immortal Emperor caught within!

"Hiss! What is that thing! I’ve never heard of such thunder tribulation, enormous enough to form a thunder sun!"

"In all history, was there ever a thunder tribulation of such a form!"

"Pretense! Watch as this emperor shatters this sun!"

"We, saints and buddhas of the Holy Mountain, shall not be underestimated by a mere foreign cultivator!"

"Once we smash this sun, then slay that brat Ning Fan!"

The million Immortal Cultivators roared to the heavens, but those roars quickly turned to shock!

The layer of defenses, piled a thousandfold by divine skills and over a thousand layers, melted in an instant when that thunder sun fell, hundreds of layers vanishing at once!

Moreover, some Immortal Emperors who took the initiative to attack that tribulation sun suffered severe losses.

Some Immortal Emperors attempted to pierce through the sun with innate treasures, only for the silver thunder fire on its surface to easily burn them to ashes, leaving them heartbroken!

Additionally, an Immortal Emperor who achieved Dao through body refinement, relying on the strength of their physical body, transformed into their Eternal True Body, intending to break open the sun with the might of their fists, yet was instantly half-destroyed by the sun’s thunder power, breaking into cold sweat!

The power contained within this thunder sun went beyond the second step, infinitely nearing the third step, the strongest tribulation any Holy Mountain cultivator has ever encountered in their lifetime!

The Immortal Emperors no longer dared to rashly attack the tribulation, nor approach too closely, instead keeping their distance and continuously sending divine skills and magical treasures into the sky. Even though the thunder sun melted several hundred layers of defenses upon contact, Holy Mountain Immortal Cultivators rebuilt another thousand layers. Despite the fierce tribulation assault, Holy Mountain’s defenses grew even more impenetrable, and the tribulation couldn’t cause substantial destruction to the mountain in a short period.

Seeing everyone working together to temporarily fend off the tribulation, countless Holy Mountain cultivators breathed a slight sigh of relief, yet more were anxious. The reason being that although the tribulation was temporarily halted, the consumption of everyone’s mana was extremely significant, it was unsustainable.

It’s as if a torch burned within every Holy Mountain cultivator’s body, often draining a Fate Immortal rank’s mana within a few breaths, leaving even True Immortals fatigued after a dozen breaths. Constantly, low-rank Immortal Cultivators exhausted their mana, departing the defense front exhausted, and resorted to taking expensive pills to recover their mana in the back, but the recovery was very limited, making them unable to return to the fray anytime soon. Most mana-depleted cultivators became practically useless.

After ten breaths, only six hundred thousand cultivators remained with mana among the million.

After twenty breaths, only four hundred thousand were still holding on.

After fifty breaths, only fifty thousand remained at the defense front.

After a hundred breaths, only several thousand fought to the death without retreating.

These several thousand comprised formidable masters above the level of mumbling, the elite of the twelve lineages of the Holy Mountain. Even these individuals were showing signs of fatigue, their mana dwindling.

Fortunately, the efforts of the Holy Mountain cultivators weren’t without effect. The tribulation Ning Fan triggered was not a true heavenly tribulation, because Ning Fan lacked the heart spirit, and his control was limited. The tribulation initially had a considerable scale but lacked the longevity of normal thunder tribulation, its power constantly dwindling, unable to replenish from the world, causing its potency to weaken.

A hundred breaths of damage shrunk the thunder sun significantly, its power halved from the initial strength.

Thus, although there were few Holy Mountain cultivators left on the defense frontline, they could still barely hold their ground against the thunder sun, preventing it from crashing onto the mountain. If they persisted for another hundred or two hundred breaths, they could most likely exhaust the tribulation entirely.

No matter what, there are more than twenty Immortal Emperors controlling the situation here. If Ning Fan could simply destroy the Holy Mountain with a single Heavenly Tribulation, that would indeed be a joke.

Some strong figures of the Holy Mountain mocked Ning Fan’s arrogance in wanting to destroy the Holy Mountain with a Heavenly Tribulation from the depths of their hearts. However, they did not know that from the very start, Ning Fan never expected to destroy the Holy Mountain with a Heavenly Tribulation. Such a notion was impractical, as the Holy Mountain, with its many Immortal Emperors, had ways to counter even the fiercest Heavenly Tribulation.

Furthermore, the Heavenly Tribulation he provoked could not last long; also, due to certain drawbacks of the tribulations in the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain, it couldn’t attack special entities like the Bright Buddha. If these Immortal Emperors couldn’t handle the aftermath, the Bright Buddha would surely step in, and it would ultimately be impossible to claim victory with just the Heavenly Tribulation...

From the beginning, Ning Fan’s goal was not to rely on the Heavenly Tribulation to destroy the Holy Mountain, but to use it to delay the steps of the Holy Mountain’s Immortal Cultivators and deplete their fighting power!

The Bright Buddha was being trounced by Burying Moon; unless he used the cultivation of the Medicine Master Buddha, he couldn’t spare the effort to help the Holy Mountain cultivators resist the Heavenly Tribulation.

With twenty-three Emperors and a million Immortal Cultivators all defending against the tribulation, only a few were left guarding the execution ground, giving Ning Fan an excellent opportunity to take advantage of the weakened defense and charge through!

Ning Fan steadily advanced toward the execution ground, occasionally encountering a few sparse execution ground guards who hadn’t joined in resisting the tribulation. These guards attempted to obstruct and kill him, but none were a match for him, and he easily countered and killed them.

Above the Immortal Emperor, Ning Fan might have reservations; below the Immortal Emperor, Ning Fan was unstoppable!

Within the span of a hundred breaths, Ning Fan had cleared eleven mountains along the way, treading a path of blood to the execution ground.

As he approached the execution ground, eight hundred golden shadows of Immortal Venerables left by the Bright Buddha surrounded Ning Fan and came at him fearlessly.

These were the golden shadows of eight hundred Arhat-level Immortal Venerables, condensed from the third phase of the Four Reified Concepts of Existence divine skill.

Ning Fan had also learned the Four Reified Concepts of Existence, though he had only mastered the first phase. It was a formidable divine skill that had greatly benefited Ning Fan in the early stages.

It was an exceptionally troublesome divine skill, using supreme spirit sense to split into countless golden shadows which, unless fatally attacked, could ignore any injury, making them difficult to kill or destroy.

The only weakness, perhaps, was that the generated golden shadows had a time limit; once time ran out, they would disappear.

The golden shadows Ning Fan had created in the past could last only as long as a stick of incense. Of course, as Ning Fan’s cultivation had advanced to its current stage, his golden shadows surely lasted much longer than back then.

The eight hundred Arhat golden shadows before him also seemed to have a time limit, but due to the profound cultivation of the Bright Buddha, this limit was not a matter of moments, but could extend over days or even months without fading!

The God-Slaying Giant that Ning Fan had transformed into wielded a sword in his left hand, a shield in his right, with numerous innate treasures swirling around. Against the Immortal Venerables’ golden shadows, he could often kill several in a single encounter, slaying more than a hundred within a hundred breaths! However, the trouble was, these golden shadows were undying and indestructible; once destroyed, they could soon be reborn in place, proving exceptionally troublesome.

The bitter struggle had begun!

Ning Fan couldn’t completely annihilate any one golden shadow, yet these golden shadows, under the massive eight hundred strong lineup, gradually inflicted injuries on the God-Slaying Giant...

The execution ground was clearly within reach, yet Ning Fan couldn’t break through the defense of the eight hundred Immortal Venerables to enter and rescue the captives.

This represented the gap between Ning Fan and beings like the Bright Buddha, unable even to break a single divine skill...

Inside the execution ground, the Eastern Heaven cultivators, following the instructions transmitted by the Bright Buddha, were not participating in defending against the tribulation. Instead, they braved the might of the tribulation and continued to unseal the Primordial Thunder Cauldron.

These individuals were not worried about Ning Fan breaking into the execution ground and interrupting their unsealing. In their view, with the Bright Buddha’s divine skill defense, no matter what Ning Fan did, he couldn’t enter this place.

On the Execution Frame, Slayer Emperor’s beautiful eyes were filled with complex emotions as she watched Ning Fan fighting and killing outside the execution ground, looking at that figure so close yet unable to approach.

Though unable to get near, she refused to give up.

Though unable to break through, she continued swinging her sword to slay the Immortal Venerables’ golden shadows.

The Slayer Emperor couldn’t describe her feelings at this moment.

She couldn’t tell if she was happy or worried.

Her lifetime of cultivation was legendary, rising from a humble shepherdess and sweeping across the heavens to become one of the few peak experts of the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain.

She had experienced countless killings, countless human schemes, countless warmths and coldness of the world.

She could face the collapse of Mount Tai without fear, yet feel sorrow for the death of mere subordinates.

She had been through much, except she had never touched upon love between men and women. Given her status, if she revealed her identity, many Immortal Emperors would wish to form a Daoist partnership with her; if she desired, there would be male cultivators lining up willingly to serve as her Cauldron Furnace.

Unfortunately, she never looked favorably upon any man. It wasn’t due to lack of desire, but during the quiet of night, she would always dream of scenes from the Real Realms, dreaming of herself as an immortal cultivator there, waiting earnestly for a little figure...

Her existence seemed to be merely waiting for that little figure, unknown to even herself...

Occasionally, she would even speak nonsense, saying things she didn’t understand herself.

Who was she waiting for?

Why can she dream of scenes from the Real Realms?

Unknown, unknown.

That’s why she wanted to find that answer.

So she paid a price, made a promise with the Supreme Ox Demon, and was taken by the Supreme Ox Demon to the Fire Soul Tower and the Six Paths Yellow Springs.

The Supreme Ox Demon told her that if she could enter the bottom of the Yellow Springs Sea, she could get answers through the Well of Worries and understand why her illusions...

The Ten Bees Supreme told her that the day someone helps her enter the bottom of the Yellow Springs, she will understand who she has been waiting for, for countless lifetimes...

However, the Yellow Springs Great Sea is not a place ordinary people can enter, even the existence of the Five Great Lowly Honored Ones level, even her as a Half-Step Quasi-Saint, unless possessing power several levels beyond herself, she cannot enter.

The illusionary forces surrounding the Six Paths Yellow Springs are even more formidable. If one does not have high attainments in Illusory Arts, it is even impossible to survive here.

Over the long years, she is searching for someone who can help her find answers.

Finally, she meets Ning Fan, a being with Eternal Immortal Venerable level cultivation, yet his strength vastly exceeds this level, almost comparable to the Ancient Immortal Lord.

At first encounter, she feels an indescribable fondness for Ning Fan, a fondness unrelated to gender attraction but more akin to a strange feeling between a master and servant, hovering between kinship. Because of this, even when Ning Fan releases his bewitching technique on her, she laughs it off and does not get angry.

One should know that on her long Cultivation Road, there have been Flower Gathering Masters who tried to trick her with bewitching techniques, yet all have been dismembered by her subsequently. She hates men who use bewitching techniques to deceive her the most, but Ning Fan is an exception, not triggering a hint of murderous intent, but rather igniting an indescribable joy of reunion.

She doesn’t understand why, only assuming her joy is because she finally found a suitable person who can help her enter the Yellow Springs Great Sea to find answers.

Meeting again in the second round of the Tomb Robbery Battle at Liuli City’s Great Brightness Temple, for the first time seeing each other with their true appearances.

During the journey to the Fire Soul Tower, she helps Ning Fan along the way, ostensibly to enhance his strength and increase the chances of success for this trip, but in reality, she finds herself unavoidably wanting to give Ning Fan benefits.

Sometimes doing good for someone doesn’t require a reason, nor necessarily involves emotions, it might just be a habit, a customary practice.

The Pig Face Treasure Box is a rare treasure that defies the creations of heaven and earth, she gives it to Ning Fan without blinking an eye.

Throughout the journey, she finds many natural treasures beneficial to enhancing her strength, yet she generously shares them with Ning Fan.

On the long Cultivation Road, her heart is tightly shut, but in front of Ning Fan, she is as free as a youthful shepherd girl, sometimes coy, sometimes free-spirited, and feels embarrassed because of drunkenness. Such emotions do not appear in front of others.

After leaving the Fire Soul Tower, she finally confirmed one thing: to her, Ning Fan is genuinely a very special existence.

She does not love him nor has any infatuation, yet she cannot allow anyone to harm him, unclear and inexplicable!

Thus, when Ning Fan is schemed against by the Thunder Sound Immortal Emperor, hunted down by numerous powerful figures from Liuli City, she, without much hesitation, stands before him, sending him away.

Unrelated to affection, unrelated to benevolence, almost instinctual.

As if countless years ago, she did just that, sending him away.

As if countless years ago, she slashed all the Fiendgods, protecting his reincarnation.

At the final encounter, she is a prisoner of the Holy Mountain, he is a madman storming the execution ground.

When those loyal subordinates die before her eyes, she is ashamed, she is pained, she regrets deeply.

When Ning Fan unexpectedly arrives, besides worry, she inexplicably feels a tinge of joy.

Worrying to the extreme, joyful to the extreme.

In her daze, she has an illusionary sensation.

The answer she has always wanted to find, the little one she has always been waiting for, maybe... does not need searching at all.

Maybe just right in front.

If his image is the last scene before death, then clouds dissipating, smoke vanishing in this life, should bring no regrets.

If he is the endpoint of a lifetime of illusion, then it’s just a spring dream, should be no harm.

Little butterfly...

Little butterfly...

Little butterfly...

"Little one, if the Buddhist law cannot be extinguished, try using the Demonic Dao! Ancient Demon Annihilation is the nightmare of everything that cannot be annihilated in the Buddhist law!"

Beside the battlefield, she does not persuade Ning Fan to leave but rather at the critical moment, gives Ning Fan a hint as she has done countless times before.

Ning Fan is slightly startled, as if hit on the head, gaining enlightenment.

The eight hundred golden shadows of the Immortal Venerable before him are condensed by boundless Buddhist law, strange entities that cannot be annihilated even by Innate Treasures or Yin-Yang Five Swords.

But if the attack means are switched to Ancient Demon Annihilation Dao, which Buddha cultivators fear most, then what!

The God-Slaying Giant suddenly hid the shield and sword in his hands, and then on twin fists, essence entwined, transforming into overwhelming black light!

Within the body, essence, mana, and spirit power transform into each other, providing the source of power for the fist lights.

Subsequently, Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike, twin fists thunder out!

A single Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike can consume a vast amount of mana within Ning Fan’s body, double fists launched drain Ning Fan’s mana instantly.

Even the golden body of the God-Slaying Giant appears faintly hollow due to insufficient mana, beginning to fade away bit by bit.

Fortunately, the effect of double fist strikes is indeed extraordinary, instantly blasting apart two golden shadows of Immortal Venerable, which after explosion, remarkable are unable to regenerate!

The Ancient Demon Annihilation Dao indeed suppresses the circulation of Buddhist law!

At this moment, countless Buddha cultivators throughout the Holy Mountain who sensed the Ancient Demon Annihilation aura are in shock.

At this moment, the Bright Buddha, who still had the Medicine Master Buddha’s power unused, always depending on it, is also slightly astonished and unexpected!

Two golden shadows of Immortal Venerable are truly destroyed, strong as the Bright Buddha also receives minor backlash due to a trace of connection amongst them, mouth bleeding slightly.

And due to a momentary distraction, attacked by the Burying Moon.

"Hehe, isn’t my little sex bandit powerful, it seems that he destroyed two of those eight hundred Living Beings Aspect statues. As far as I know, after advancing to the third and fourth aspects of the Four Reified Concepts of Existence, if a Yang blood rust is destroyed, it’s very hard to repair, considered as lost forever. To reform the Yang blood rust, it requires starting from scratch. For your mastery, reforming two Yang blood rust would at least take two hundred thousand years, truly pitiful~"

It’s the voice of Burying Moon’s schadenfreude, like salt on the wound, rising by the ear of Bright Buddha, and during the moment of Bright Buddha’s slight distraction, one finger moonlight as training, once again blasting Bright Buddha.

"Hmph! Not two hundred thousand years, within fifty thousand years, I can repair the two lost Yang blood rust! The troublesome one is the boy; to destroy two of my eight hundred Yang blood rust, he exhausts his mana completely, even that tricky shield-holding golden body is dissolving. Once the golden body dissipates, the boy cannot possibly compete against the remaining Yang blood rust! The outcome, only death!" The Bright Buddha sneered.

The next moment, disdain only greater.

Yet it’s Ning Fan, with mana depleted, near insane consuming dozens of bottles of Nine Revolutions Elixir in succession, disregarding elixir power loss or backlash, forcibly refining large quantities to recover mana.

"Hmph, lunatic! Do you want your flesh body to be ripped apart by elixir power! No need for my Yang blood rust to kill you, you’ll directly be ripped apart by elixir power! Foolish ant!"

The Bright Buddha ridiculed with a snort, with his Half-Step Quasi-Saint flesh body, yet wouldn’t dare recklessly consume Nine Revolutions Elixirs like Ning Fan.

If low-grade elixirs, harmless indeed, but upon advancing to Nine Revolutions, each possesses astonishing power. Such mass consumption of Nine Revolutions Elixirs, strong as Immortal Emperor, few can withstand, most likely causing the body to explode due to overwhelming elixir power.

Ning Fan’s cultivation isn’t that high, this act in Bright Buddha’s eyes equals seeking death!

Yet, the scene Bright Buddha anticipated did not happen; Ning Fan was not ripped apart by overwhelming elixir power.

Ning Fan possesses a Divine Spirit Wasted Body, his flesh body strength nearly enduring direct strikes from Innate Treasures, something many Immortal Emperors cannot achieve, far beyond the Bright Buddha’s imagination!

Consuming such quantities of Nine Revolutions Elixirs, although excessive elixir power ignites some injuries within the body, with Ning Fan’s flesh body strength, injuries remain controllable, not to the extent of being directly ripped apart.

The vast elixir power quickly refined within the body, replenishing nearly exhausted mana in an instant, the God-Slaying Giant’s golden body remains steadfast, unbreakable!

He is Ning Fan!

He is the Ancient Deity of the Era of Decline!

"The boy wasn’t even ripped apart by elixir power, to what extent has his flesh body strengthened!" It’s the voice of Bright Buddha gasping.

It’s also the shared thought among the few Holy Mountain Immortal Cultivators focusing on Ning Fan!

"Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike can annihilate Buddhist law, having remarkable effect against destroying the golden aspects of the Four Reified Concepts of Existence, yet it also has a drawback, excessive consumption of mana..."

"Two punches, not enough! There are eight hundred golden shadows here. Only two have been destroyed. If I don’t destroy the rest, I can’t truly enter the execution ground!"

Third punch, fourth punch!

Fifth, sixth, seventh punch!

Eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh punch!

Ning Fan began to swing his devil fists without counting the cost!

The mana that was consumed was replenished by forcefully swallowing expensive pills. After wiping out the Hex Family, he seized numerous Nine Revolutions Elixirs, enough to sustain the consumption of this battle!

Initially, he could only strike with a double punch.

But then, his fist light grew faster and faster, the twelfth, thirteenth... nineteenth punch, all unleashed without interruption!

Soon he raised the number of Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike consecutive hits to nineteen!

Ning Fan clearly felt that the nineteenth strike of the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike was much stronger than the first!

In his mind, he constantly recalled the scene of True Person Bailu’s eight hundred hand seals in succession!

The azure spike flickered in his eyes, and with the exceptional comprehension of the Second Realm of Tianren, he perceived the essence of Bailu’s eight hundred consecutive blows in actual combat!

In the cultivation world, there are some special body techniques with the concept of consecutive strikes. If the subsequent blow is fast enough, it can borrow the momentum of the previous punch to enhance the power of the next. Thus, each punch is stronger than the last, each wave higher than the last. The more consecutive hits, the stronger the fist’s momentum, the more terrifying the power.

The Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike is a divine skill created by Ning Fan himself, taking the meaning of "annihilation" and unleashing explosive strikes like a volcanic eruption, dealing multiple damage.

This was the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike that Ning Fan had comprehended before.

But at this moment, the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike he created is gradually integrating the essence of consecutive strikes!

"Not enough, still not enough! Faster... faster!"

The consumption of the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike far exceeds that of the Sumeru Palmprint. If used in a normal state, even the mana of a half-step Quasi-Saint might not be enough to perform eight hundred consecutive strikes!

For ordinary Ning Fan, performing eight hundred Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strikes was merely an unrealistic idea.

However, if Ning Fan disregards the backlash to refine medications to maintain the consumption of mana, this notion might be realized under extreme circumstances!

Twenty punches, twenty-one punches... forty-nine punches!

Fifty punches, eighty punches... a hundred punches!

Two hundred punches!

Five hundred punches!

Eight hundred punches!

In less than ten breaths, Ning Fan delivered eight hundred consecutive strikes! When he unleashed the eight hundredth consecutive punch, even the God-Slaying Giant could hardly withstand the counterforce of this punch, shattering much of the Golden Flame Armor.

The power of the eight hundredth punch was almost eighty times that of a normal Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike!

With Ning Fan’s current cultivation, a single normal punch of the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike could explode a gold shadow with Immortal Venerable cultivation.

The eight hundredth consecutive strike, with its eighty-times power, was almost enough to instantly destroy the body of an Immortal Emperor, smashing it into a pulp!

After the eight hundred punches, the area outside the execution ground was in ruins, and the eight hundred golden shadows of the Bright Buddha were all permanently obliterated without exception!

The God-Slaying Giant stood atop the rubble like an ancient Fiendgod, and the shock caused by his eight hundred consecutive strikes made the faces of countless Holy Mountain cultivators change dramatically!

Even more, countless enigmatic ancient demon characters appeared on the ground after Ning Fan delivered the eight hundred strikes!

A Buddha cultivator with deep research on the ancient demon tribe deciphered those characters!

Those characters were the prelude of the "Demon-Sealing Ranking," a hymn to the demons!

It was rumored that when the Demon-Sealing Peak still existed, there was a treasure called the Demon-Sealing Ranking, made by ancient saints, consisting of ten rankings. When combined, they possessed the power of a saint!

Rumor has it, when the Demon-Sealing Ranking is combined, it can suppress all demon cultivators in the world and was once the first choice for suppressing rebellious demons at the Demon-Sealing Peak!

It is said that in ancient times, whenever an ancient Great Demon created an ancient demon lost divine skill, a prelude text of the Demon-Sealing Ranking would appear on the ground, a form of recognition by the Demon-Sealing Peak of the divine skill created by ancient Great Demons!

The appearance of the prelude text of the Demon-Sealing Ranking on the ground at this moment has only one meaning: the eight hundred consecutive strikes Ning Fan just delivered have been recognized by the Ancient Demon lineage as a creation of divine skill!

And the divine skill created is not of ordinary level but truly worthy of being listed as a lost and heaven-defying grand art, hence the phenomenon!

"This boy actually created a lost-level ancient demon divine skill during the battle!"

"Such aptitude rivals that of ancient Great Demons!"

"In the Era of Decline, there is unexpectedly a demon cultivator who has created a lost-level ancient demon divine skill! Could this boy be the number one demon cultivator of the Era of Decline?!"

Countless Holy Mountain cultivators in the know were shocked.

"To create an ancient demon lost-divine skill in the Era of Decline! This boy, this boy..." The cloak elder behind Yin Luosha, busy lifting the seal, was internally shaken to the core.

The Bright Buddha spat blood frantically, as the destruction of the eight hundred forms almost directly backlashed, injuring him, and hatred towards Ning Fan surged endlessly, far from being a figure of mockery now!

The earlier ridicule now rebounded upon himself, making the old face that was always full of merciful smiles burn painfully.

Reconstructing the eight hundred forms, how many years would it take!

With good luck, twenty million years could accomplish it. With bad luck, even eighty million years might not suffice to fully restore them!

This boy must be killed; this boy must be killed!

Ning Fan knew nothing of these matters.

He was also unaware that the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike he created before was not truly enough to be listed as an ancient demon lost divine skill; it was only a prototype. Only the current eight hundred consecutive strikes could truly be compared to an actual ancient demon lost divine skill.

If Demon-Sealing Peak still existed, creating an ancient demon lost divine skill would have elevated his status to equal that of true ancient Great Demons, becoming a true master of demons!

Ning Fan knew nothing of this, nor did he care about the pathetic looks of the Bright Buddha spitting blood and howling.

He only knew that it was the first time in his life he had unleashed eight hundred Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strikes, and the feeling was quite good!

The eight hundred Immortal Venerable golden shadows that blocked him were unexpectedly wiped out by him within ten breaths, the battle result could be called terrifying!

The backlash was equally terrifying...

To provide enough mana to perform eight hundred consecutive strikes, Ning Fan forcibly swallowed thousands of Nine Revolutions Elixirs, and even with his Divine Spirit Wasted Body’s strength, he was now riddled with scars inside.

Suppressing the pain of internal injuries, Ning Fan’s gaze was resolute, supporting himself on the ruins with the God-Slaying Giant, pressing forward.

On the way to the execution frame, no Holy Mountain cultivators blocked him anymore, only those Eastern Heaven Daoist friends, familiar or unfamiliar, remained.

As far as Ning Fan knew, these people were invited to assist in unsealing the Primordial Thunder Cauldron by making an agreement with the Holy Mountain.

Among these people, Ning Fan knew very few, but he could see the lines of cause and effect and discern that every person here was entangled with him in some cause and effect.

It’s an evil cause...

Had these people schemed against him behind his back?

Linking it to the abrupt destruction of his Punishing Ring by the Thunder Sound Lineage, Ning Fan had a vague suspicion but did not intend to verify it.

He had little time to resolve causes and effects, nor did he have time to deal with the Dark Clan individuals among this crowd.

The Heavenly Tribulation he triggered was nearing its end, and once it truly ended, all the Holy Mountain Immortal Emperors could free their hands to attack him once more!

Taking advantage of the uncompleted tribulation and the Holy Mountain cultivators still resisting it, now was the best time to break through the final defense and rescue the Emperor Butcher!

He did not want to waste time entangling with these Eastern Heaven cultivators!

The God-Slaying Giant, with the momentum of consecutively killing eight hundred Immortal Venerables, advanced toward the execution frame. Some Eastern Heaven cultivators, who were in the midst of unsealing the Primordial Thunder Cauldron, fainted directly, unable to withstand Ning Fan’s momentum!

"Damn! Just a little more would unseal the Primordial Thunder Cauldron, but this boy has entered the execution ground and ruined our grand plans!"

Yin Luosha’s eyes were extremely gloomy. The Eastern Heaven cultivators who fainted had various secret techniques distributed by the Dark Clan, and their fainting greatly impacted the unsealing of the Primordial Thunder Cauldron.

He no longer unsealed the Primordial Thunder Cauldron but suddenly stood up, glaring at Ning Fan. Yet, the moment his eyes met with the God-Slaying Giant’s gaze, he felt a chill down his spine, breaking out in a cold sweat, and the harsh words he wanted to say remained unspoken!

At this moment, the Eastern Celestial Cultivators who weren’t directly stunned by Ning Fan’s aura were only four: the Cloaked Elder, the Flying Thunder Immortal King, the Douxi Immortal King, and the Maha Emperor’s First Disciple, aside from Yin Luosha.

Except for the deeply hidden Cloaked Elder, the rest faced Ning Fan with the same uneasy feeling as Yin Luosha.

Among these individuals, two had directly clashed with Ning Fan: one was the Flying Thunder Immortal King under Great Emperor Chonghe, and the other was the Douxi Immortal King under Emperor Yuan Dan.

These two Immortal Kings had fought against Ning Fan in Eastern Heaven. Even if their performance wasn’t ideal at the time, their strength still held some advantage.

But now, facing Ning Fan, the two felt a terror akin to confronting an Immortal Emperor. Under the heavy pressure, it was as if they were mortals facing the might of heaven and earth, utterly unable to meet the God-Slaying Giant’s gaze.

Is this child... truly Ning Fan?!

Is he really the Rain Immortal Monarch?!

Is he truly the Ghost Faced Cultivator stirring up the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain?!

Did he really kill six Immortal Emperors?!!!

Unknown, unknown!

The only certainty was that Ning Fan, facing the siege of eight hundred Immortal Venerables, actually annihilated all of them within a mere ten breaths!

That was the battle strength of eight hundred Eternal Immortal Venerables!

And they were actually exterminated by this child... in ten breaths, wiped out!

This event is simply shocking!

The First Demon of Eastern Heaven is likely to have their position replaced! No longer some has-been Senluo, but... the Rain Immortal Monarch! When this child leaves the Holy Domain and returns to Eastern Heaven, it will undoubtedly cause a stir in the Eastern Heaven circles!

"Ning has urgent matters and hopes everyone will not obstruct me! Even if one among you is a First Order Quasi-Saint, do not think to stop me!"

The God-Slaying Giant’s chilling words echoed across the world.

Only one step remained to save the Butcher Emperor, and he would not stop at this moment, no matter who stood in his way!

If possible, he would even be willing to temporarily set aside grievances with the Dark Clan, prioritizing the rescue of the Butcher Emperor.

Under no circumstances did he want her to be harmed, even if it wasn’t related to feelings or gratitude!

It was simply an obsession, nothing more!

"Hehe, truly impressive for a young one. Even the Da Bi Quasi-Saint failed to see through my real cultivation, yet you saw through it at a glance. So this is the talent of an inheritor of Ancient Chaos..."

The Cloaked Elder chuckled coolly, no longer concealing his cultivation, but fully unleashing his First Order Quasi-Saint cultivation, his killing intent hesitating slightly, then locking onto Ning Fan.

As if in the next moment, he would strike at Ning Fan!

The storm-like aura of a Quasi-Saint swept across the world, frightening every Holy Mountain cultivator pale!

Who could have predicted that there would be an external Quasi-Saint infiltrating the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain and sneaking onto the Holy Mountain!

Who could ignore the presence of an external Quasi-Saint?

Nobody knew why this external Quasi-Saint hid their identity and came here, but it’s obvious that there must be huge benefits involved to attract such an external cultivator!

It was thought that the Holy Mountain inviting a Ghost Faced Cultivator had already caused a huge problem, but unexpectedly, there was also an external Quasi-Saint plotting against the Holy Mountain!

Because of the existence of illusion techniques within the Da Bei Clan, few, even amongst the Holy Mountain Immortal Emperors, knew of the existence of the Five Great Lowly Honored Ones. In the eyes of the world, the Half-Step Quasi-Saint, the Bright Buddha, was the strongest, while Quasi-Saints were merely legend!

Now, subjected to the suppression of Heavenly Tribulation above, harassed by Ning the Rogue below, and with a living external legend right in front of them, whose intentions were unclear, who could remain calm?

If this external Quasi-Saint teamed up with Ning Fan, the Holy Mountain would have no way out, surely it would be destroyed today!

The only relief was that many couldn’t see that it seemed Ning Fan and that external Quasi-Saint wouldn’t join forces. Instead, the atmosphere was tense, as if they were about to fight...

It seemed that the God-Slaying Giant transformed by Ning Fan and the Cloaked Quasi-Saint had both released their killing intent, locking each other in.

But strangely enough, neither made the first move...

"Young friend, why don’t you strike first?" the Cloaked Quasi-Saint asked with slight astonishment, a strange smile on his face.

"Why doesn’t Senior strike first, for that is why I haven’t," the God-Slaying Giant replied coldly.

"Hehe, young friend, your perception is indeed astounding. It seems you have already sensed the presence of other Quasi-Saint individuals here... I will not hide it from you; I have designs on the Holy Mountain’s Primordial Thunder Cauldron. As for executing the Blood Martial Master, I’m not concerned. How about we join forces and take on those few friends?"

"You seem to be aligned with the Dark Clan; you can’t possibly be unaware of my grudge with them. I don’t have the habit of teaming up with enemies."

"What if I am not of the Dark Clan, just using them? Would you join forces with me, young friend?"

"How can I believe you..."

"This person’s head is the proof!"

Swoosh!

The Cloaked Quasi-Saint suddenly waved his hand, striking out a purple light. The purple light cut like a blade, severing Yin Luosha’s neck, sending the head flying high, blood arrows spouting.

Strangely, though the Cloaked Quasi-Saint seemingly only beheaded Yin Luosha, Yin Luosha’s Spirit did not escape the body but was directly killed inside!

"This is the use of my poison Control Positions; his Spirit was poisoned to death within his body," the Cloaked Quasi-Saint explained.

"An illusion art..."

Ning Fan frowned, ignoring the Cloaked Quasi-Saint’s explanation, and instead, secretly dispelling the illusion art. Instantly, the illusions vanished, revealing that Yin Luosha was not dead, and the Cloaked Quasi-Saint hadn’t poisoned and killed Yin Luosha but took the opportunity to strike with the purple poison light while Ning Fan was affected by the illusion art.

Had Ning Fan been deceived by the illusion art, he would indeed have been ambushed by this Cloaked Quasi-Saint.

Unfortunately...

Boom!

It was the sound of the God-Slaying Giant raising the God-Extinguishing Shield to block the purple poison light.

Though the God-Extinguishing Shield managed to block the poison light, the impact of a Quasi-Saint’s attack blasted it a thousand Zhang out of the execution field.

Hidden within the God-Slaying Giant, Ning Fan sustained some internal injuries from the shock through the giant’s body, barely stabilizing himself!

"You can actually see through my illusion art!" the Cloaked Quasi-Saint exclaimed with slight surprise.

"So this is the power of a Quasi-Saint; indeed, I cannot win. If I add on the other Quasi-Saints here, saving the Butcher Emperor would be even more challenging, wouldn’t it?" Ning Fan had just steadied himself when suddenly, his heart tightened with a sense of crisis.

Behind him, the world was suddenly torn open, and from the gap emerged a figure enveloped in grey aura, who, without a word, unleashed hundreds and thousands of gray sword lights at the God-Slaying Giant!

When those sword lights densely struck the back, even with the God-Slaying Giant’s defense, numerous cracks appeared.

It was the Death Emperor alone with a sword, hidden for who knows how long here, seizing the moment when Ning Fan was distracted to launch a sudden attack from behind!

Upon his appearance, he claimed the region, as if a lord of that area, striking with full force, almost shattering Ning Fan’s God-Slaying Giant form!

"Heh, such a hard shell, not shattered in one blow, remarkable. I knew you would come to the Holy Mountain; instead of chasing you everywhere, it’s better to lie in wait here. Sure enough, my approach was right; today, settle all the karmic debts you owe me!"

The Death Emperor chuckled coldly!

But as the Death Emperor’s laughter rang out, the surroundings of the execution field echoed with other laughter!

"Such liveliness, let this Old Ox join in!"

"Hehe, just happened to be tired of dancing at Xiu Fang, might as well come here to have some fun."

The Supreme Ox Demon has arrived!

The Ten Bees Supreme is also here!

On the Holy Mountain, the aura of Quasi-Saints transformed into a whirlwind, astonishing everyone!

None could remain calm, except for Ning Fan, hidden within the God-Slaying Giant, who showed no surprise. Instead, a hint of scheming appeared, as if planning something...