Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1115 - Time Flies

For Chen Fan, walking through the Sacred Demon Palace Hall now felt as effortless as strolling on level ground—a stark contrast to the difficulty he faced during his first visit.

As he passed by, demonic cultivators still struggling through the hall watched in disbelief; his ease made their eyes tremble with shock.

Many demonic cultivators here had been cultivating for the past forty to fifty years. Seeing Chen Fan reappear stirred a storm in their hearts.

To these long-lived beings, thirty or even a hundred years passed like the blink of an eye, like yesterday.

Chen Fan had already shocked them. So, when he returned and walked inside the hall easily, their astonishment only deepened.

When did laws become so easy to comprehend?

However, Chen Fan paid them no mind. He headed deeper in; soon, he overtook the furthest cultivator and stopped before a wooden door. It was the entrance to the land of legacies.

He had already obtained the legacy of the Lord of Myriad Demons, so he didn’t need to enter again.

“It’s right here.” He smiled faintly and sat cross-legged in front of the wooden door.

The deeper one ventured into the Sacred Demon Palace Hall, the stronger and more active the laws became.

Moreover, there wasn’t anyone around here, so she didn’t need to worry about revealing the Bodhi ancient tree.

Rustle.

The Bodhi Ancient Tree quickly appeared above his head, swaying gently. A divine radiance sprinkled down, turning Chen Fan more ethereal, his Martial Soul more attuned to heaven and earth.

He instantly entered an extremely deep state of cultivation. It was one of the Bodhi Ancient Tree’s many effects. No wonder even Void Immortal Supremes would covet it.

Chen Fan immediately sensed the laws woven through space. Some were hot like a blazing fire, others chilled like ice, and some flowed gently like a spring breeze.

A powerful aura of law surged from him. Threads of law shone and intertwined around his body, their brilliance so intense it eclipsed even the radiance of the tree.

Under the effect of the tree, his mind emptied, no distractions, only pure focus. His perception of the laws accelerated dramatically.

The sacred palace's laws were already easier to perceive than outside, and the tree amplified this exponentially.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan was motionless like a statue, having completely forgotten about the outside world and himself.

Time passed by the minutes and seconds.

......

In the blink of an eye, three years had gone by.

The demonic mountain peak had returned to its usual calm.

Though Chen Fan’s arrival had once shaken its many cultivators, his disappearance over the past three years allowed the storm to fade. Many people had already thrown him to the back of their minds, focusing on their cultivation.

The competition on the Myriad Demon Islands was brutal. Strength was supreme.

Here, only with strength would others respect you.

Everyone was like a tightly wound spring, seizing every moment to cultivate and grow stronger.

The Island of Myriad Demons:

Xuan Shitong, Demon King Xuan Ting, and the others had settled down in a massive mansion.

Though there’d been no word from Chen Fan in the three years since he ascended the demonic mountain, none of them chose to leave.

Living on the island of Myriad Demons helped them grasp the vastness of the world.

Although they were towering figures whose words carried weight on the Xuan Ting Demonic Island, they were just like the general populace here. Caution was essential; a wrong step could offend someone far beyond their ability to provoke.

There were just too many experts on the Island of Myriad Demons.

Even Demon King Xuan Ting, a seventh-level Manifestation realm expert respected in the Ping Shan Demonic Domain, found his cultivation level unremarkable beneath the shadow of the demonic mountain.

In the courtyard, Xuan Shitong sat on a swing, lost in thought.

“I wonder how that heartless man is doing right now?”

Demon King Xuan Ting walked over and said with a chuckle, “Hoho, Xiaofan came to the Myriad Demon Islands to comprehend and master the law. He’s likely deep in cultivation inside the Sacred Demon Palace Hall. For someone like him, decades, even a century, in seclusion pass like a blink. Three years is nothing. You’ll be waiting a while.”

Xuan Shitong also understood this. Nodding, she said, “Mmm, I’m just missing him.”

......

Time flew, and three more years passed.

The Tianwu Continent:

The ancient battlefield was still buzzing with activity. Many were combing through the place, hoping to stumble upon a hidden treasure and ascend to greatness overnight..

However, it was obvious that very few people could run into such luck.

Therefore, the attention of those on the Tianwu Continent began to shift.

Many people had received the Featherlight Immortal Envoy’s recognition and obtained the Immortal Draft Token. So, the continent’s gaze shifted from the ancient battlefield to the tokens.

The Featherlight Immortal Envoy had shown up at the Phoenix Stage and handed out eight Immortal Draft Tokens to the True Martial Academy’s Peerless Peak, leaving the continent shocked.

A period of silence followed.

Next, the ancient battlefield appeared in the world, followed by the reappearance of the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect. Almost everyone’s gaze fell on them.

Now, with less than ten years until the immortal gates open, and the battlefield largely explored with few discoveries, attention has returned to the Immortal Draft Assembly, especially since the envoy had given out Immortal Draft Tokens again. That triggered a competition between the peerless prides of heaven among the younger generation.

After all, receiving an Immortal Draft Token was more than an honor; it signified extraordinary talent and near-certain affinity with immortality. To earn the envoy’s recognition was to be seen as one destined to open the gates of heaven.

Take, for instance, two people with peerless talent, figures on the same level.

One day, one of them received an Immortal Draft Token, while the other didn’t. Naturally, the latter would be upset and would want to fight for it.

Thus, a storm raged on the Tianwu Continent. This led to one astonishing event after another, leaving people clicking their tongues in awe.

Countless cultivators did everything they could to stand out, hoping to earn favor with the Featherlight Immortal Envoy and obtain an Immortal Draft Token.

As a result, the continent’s peerless young elites repeatedly shook the world with their actions, sparking widespread discussion and admiration.

Of course, Chen Fan remained unaware of this.

He was still immersed in the world of cultivation, fully immersed in comprehending the laws.

Time flew quickly again, as another three years passed.

It had now been nine years since Chen Fan entered the holy land.

In these nine years, he had improved tremendously.

He had already mastered ninety-five threads of law and was only five threads away from reaching the Legendary realm.

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