Chapter 495: Chapter 495

The Demon Crossing Scripture truly works.

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse resists this Divine Skill fiercely, its knees trembling as dense black mist erupts from within.

Lin Fan roared, his mana surging uncontrollably. The golden light of the Demon Crossing Scripture radiated outward, suppressing all evil demons.

One must admit, the Immortal Emperor’s corpse was immensely tough. Even though his legs trembled, he refused to kneel.

Lin Fan shouted towards Xiang Fei, "Hurry up, this guy is insane. I’m afraid I can’t hold on much longer..."

Just as his voice fell...

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse roared sharply, both arms entwined with the Immortal Emperor’s Law, stabbing fiercely towards Lin Fan’s chest. The Mixed Element Golden Gourd blocked the attack, and the World Suppressing Tripod suppressed its body.

Lin Fan frowned as his chest was pierced through, but the Holy Weapon Spear swept across, severing the arms of the Immortal Emperor’s corpse.

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei panicked upon witnessing Lin Fan’s grievous injury, intending to rush to his aid.

Lin Fan retreated far away, raising his hand to stop them. "Don’t worry about me; continue breaking the path forward."

He forcefully tore the penetrating arms out from his body, crushing them underfoot.

"Impressive. The Immortal Emperor truly deserves the title. Even after death, turned into a puppet, he’s still remarkable." Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as his injury slowly began to heal.

The severed arms of the Immortal Emperor’s corpse writhed and regrew.

No pain, no sensation.

Luckily, it was only a puppet. If this had been the real Immortal Emperor, there’s no chance he would still be standing.

Turning around, Lin Fan saw that his teammates still made no progress.

Just what is this barrier? It’s utterly brutal!

Lin Fan summoned one of his Immortal Treasures.

He planned to use the Sun Destroying Immortal Bow to blast open the barrier. The self-destruction of an Immortal Treasure held terrifying power—if that didn’t work, then he’d truly succumb to despair.

He shouted, then activated his mana to trigger the Sun Destroying Immortal Bow. Buzz... the void trembled as the bow rippled outward, an overwhelming aura erupting.

The destructive force surged, capable of annihilating heaven and earth.

Qin Yang gasped, "Quickly retreat! Brother Lin is about to blow up an Immortal Treasure!"

No other options remained.

Under these circumstances, if he didn’t blow up the Immortal Treasure, there’d truly be no hope. As for the Holy Weapon, honestly, the thought crossed his mind, but...

We’ll just have to see if the Immortal Treasure packs enough punch.

Just as Lin Fan prepared to ignite the Immortal Treasure, a mysterious force descended from the Heavenly Vault, suppressing the imminent detonation.

Something interfered with his plan.

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse suddenly appeared before Lin Fan, delivering a heavy strike to his back. Even with the Mixed Element Golden Gourd shielding him, the Immortal Emperor’s power remained overwhelming.

Lin Fan was sent flying, coughing blood. Even as he hurtled backward through the air, he twisted mid-flight, seeing the Immortal Emperor’s corpse chasing him relentlessly, wielding a Holy Weapon and unleashing Divine Skills that reversed the heavens and flipped the earth.

"You damned bastard..."

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse unleashed a massive suppression, slamming Lin Fan onto the ground with an earth-shaking palm strike.

The disparity between the two was insurmountable.

Though the World Suppressing Tripod could subjugate nearly anything, against the Immortal Emperor’s techniques, it still proved inadequate. If it could be fully refined, perhaps this treasure could temporarily hold its own against the Immortal Emperor.

This wasn’t Lin Fan’s strength.

It was the power of the Holy Weapon.

From his position deep underground, Lin Fan activated his third eye, unleashing the Heavenly Eye Golden Light onto the Immortal Emperor’s corpse. Yet, the attack made no impact—it didn’t even penetrate its skin.

Even though the Heavenly Eye Golden Light was Great Divine Power, it was ignored outright.

The Immortal Emperor descended to the depths, casually uttering two words as he raised a fist and struck downward viciously. BAM! The ground quivered violently.

Under the immense force, the terrain cracked and fractured.

Lin Fan was overwhelmed, left unable to resist, at the mercy of the rampant blows from the Immortal Emperor’s corpse.

Meanwhile, Qin Yang and the others attacked the barrier, but its unyielding nature exceeded their expectations—it was terrifyingly strong.

Witnessing Lin Fan being beaten senseless...

Qin Yang couldn’t help but roar, "You damn savage, I hail from an Immortal Venerable Family, a direct descendant known as the Little Immortal Venerable. Just tell me who you are—I’ll go cry to my dad, and we’ll see if you can handle him!"

"Damn it! Bullying us fledgling juniors on a training journey proves nothing."

"Serves you right, ending up as this miserable excuse of a creature."

Qin Yang was nearly on the verge of tears.

Especially seeing Lin Fan beaten, his heart ached terribly...

The quaking earth quieted.

Qin Yang and the others froze, bewildered. Could it be that their words had caused the enemy to halt?

Surely it must mean that the Little Immortal Venerable...

Hope was abruptly shattered.

He stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the sight before him. The Immortal Emperor’s corpse floated upward slowly, clutching Lin Fan’s limp body—lifeless, limbs dangling, unmoving.

Even the steadfast Xiang Fei collapsed to the ground in despair. Their trio, bonded by fate, had journeyed the world together for so long, always supporting each other. They had never before faced something .

Why did it have to end ?

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse opened its jaw, tearing a chunk from Lin Fan’s neck. The grotesque scene was blood-soaked and chilling.

It casually tossed the broken body aside.

"Brother Lin, answer me!" Qin Yang shouted. "You can’t die! So many fairies are still waiting for you—you lust after my goddess all the time, don’t you? Wake up, take her—I’ll surrender her to you!"

Xiang Fei shook his head, bracing Qin Yang, "It’s no use. Prepare yourself for death—use your bloodline as a sacrifice. The Immortal Venerable bloodline will resonate, and someone will surely sense our plight."

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse gazed at Qin Yang and his companions.

To its vision, their blood held allure—the noble golden bloodlines and ordinary genes of mortals mixed within. But the gold shone brightest.

That was the bloodline of an Immortal Venerable.

Gold signified direct lineage to an Immortal Venerable, rare in the realms.

As the Immortal Emperor’s corpse approached, an oppressive force suffocated them, pushing their limits incomprehensibly.

Heat rolled towards them.

Qin Yang and company lit up with joy, desperately turning to look—and found Lin Fan’s motionless body engulfed in roaring flames. Out of the inferno rose an incandescent phoenix.

"The Nirvana Immortal Body... rebirth through Nirvana," Xiang Fei murmured.

"Hahaha..." Qin Yang laughed jubilantly, "I knew Brother Lin couldn’t be that simple. Rebirth—that’s Nirvana rebirth for you!"

From within the fire.

A figure emerged, clutching a Holy Weapon, flames dancing wildly across his form as he charged towards the Immortal Emperor’s corpse.

The flames of Nirvana.

The most extraordinary and unrivaled fire of the realm, imbued with powers beyond mortal comprehension.

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse retreated, arm ignited by fire, but with a casual flick the flames dissipated completely.

"What a pity," Lin Fan remarked calmly. "If I’d mastered the Five Elements Nirvana Emperor Scripture, just this small blaze could have burned you to ash."

He cast a helpless glance at Qin Yang, chiding, "Can you stop slacking off? Break through the barrier already! You’re watching me get pummeled—is that not enough for you?"

In this tense moment, Lin Fan aimed to lighten the mood.

Not because he underestimated the Immortal Emperor’s corpse.

But because in dire situations like these, maintaining a calm disposition was paramount.

Whether he could ultimately triumph or fail wasn’t the crucial matter.

Without a relaxed mindset, facing what comes next grows insurmountably harder.

"While teetering on the brink of death earlier, I glimpsed some insight. Perhaps only those who flirt with death often can grasp it." Lin Fan drove his Holy Weapon Spear into the ground.

Opening his palm wide, he swept his fingers over the earth.

Upon the surface, glowing scripture began to form.

"Though I have no deep ties with the path of Buddhism, a certain monk once aided me, giving me some understanding of their ways."

"Now, please step inside."

With his words complete.

Lin Fan activated his Divine Skill, reversing heaven and earth, shifting dimensions—transporting the Immortal Emperor’s corpse deep into the Demon Crossing Scripture Array.

The scene resembled ancient temple rituals.

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse shrieked furiously, struggling to escape, but the scripture suppressed him each time his foot edged outside.

The World Suppressing Tripod loomed overhead.

A perfected World Suppressing Tripod stood unparalleled: a divine soldier capable of subduing all, even an entire world. Who could resist such might?

"Though I lack the blood of an Immortal Venerable lineage."

"And am no descendant of famed bloodlines."

"I’d wager my current bloodline equals any Immortal Venerable’s."

"At least—I am one born possessing three distinct Immortal Bodies."

Lin Fan slit his wrist, the blood spilling forth. With precision, he directed its flow, composing towering scripture deep within the void.

One by one, glittering lines emerged.

The golden radiance spread forth.

The Heavenly Dao purged evil; countless Buddhas swirled throughout the heavens. Buddha Eye opened, gazing down, emanating cascading beams of golden light.

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse steamed as black mist spiraled from its scorched body, the stench of charred flesh permeating the air.

Beads of sweat lined Lin Fan’s brow.

The skill now in use exceeded his limits entirely. He fought as though gambling his life against fate.

Though he sustained no critical injury for the moment...

The backlash from the technique surged fiercely, forcing blood from his lips.

"I, Lin Fan, have never lost. Even if it costs me my life, Immortal Emperor or not—I’ll drag you down with me."

When serious, Lin Fan exuded peerless dominance.

A feral character seemingly inherited from ages long past now fully unshackled.

Roars of fury mingled with screams of agony.

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse struggled violently, rampaging within the Demon Crossing Scripture Array. But he couldn’t break free; his flesh steadily dissolved into oblivion.

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse stilled, standing unmoving before the scripture barriers. Staring savagely at Lin Fan, dense black mist surged forward; although most was cleansed, faint remnants enveloped Lin Fan.

A loud, muffled sound echoed.

The Immortal Emperor’s corpse collapsed completely, reducing to a heap of dark matter.

Lin Fan staggered upright, bellowing furiously as he charged the barrier headfirst, shattering it with sheer force. With a resounding crash, the barrier broke apart, and Lin Fan faltered before Xiang Fei caught him.

"Leave now! This place draws unwanted attention from terrifying presences," he warned, then passed out cold.

Exhaustion overwhelmed him.

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If this puppet had retained even a wisp of mana, or the faintest trace of Divine Skills...

They’d undoubtedly all have perished.