Chapter 536: Chapter 536

The Holy Weapon emitted infinite radiance, suppressing the dense fog.

In the distance, a majestic figure sat cross-legged, surrounded by ripples flowing outward in concentric waves.

None could say for sure.

[Emperor Corpse: The Emperor Corpse left behind by the Immortal Emperor after transcending, containing the awe-inspiring might of the Immortal Emperor in life. It waits for a reincarnated body to return and merge with the Emperor Corpse.]

"Brother Lin, I feel thing might be a bit dangerous. Do you think it’s alive or dead?" Qin Yang whispered. Despite the figure not saying a word, the sensation it gave him was intensely threatening.

The kind of threat that struck directly at the soul.

For him, the direct descendant of an Immortal Venerable bloodline, to feel this way—it was enough to show how terrifying the figure was. It seemed anything but simple.

"It’s dead," Lin Fan said calmly.

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei both looked at Lin Fan in shock. To them, something didn’t quite add up—was it truly dead?

They found it hard to entirely believe.

The voice resounded from the majestic Emperor Corpse. It was immensely powerful, with a cosmic scene unraveling behind it as half its body seemed embedded in the universe.

Vast, monumental, invincible.

It exuded an aura of overpowering greatness. To Lin Fan, the impression it left was clear: Even as a deceased Immortal Emperor, just an Emperor Corpse was this terrifying.

The sight would frighten an average person half to death.

Even those two Immortal Monarchs from earlier would definitely kneel in reverence, crying out reverently, "Immortal Emperor, senior... we..."

Well, babbling nonsense anyway.

Meanwhile, the two Immortal Monarchs currently just outside the Forbidden Land sneezed repeatedly. "Damn it, who’s thinking of us again? Enough’s enough; it’s happened several times already."

"Brother Lin, didn’t you say it was dead?" Qin Yang exclaimed, as if he’d seen a ghost. Initially distrusting the notion that it was dead, Lin’s assurance had convinced him—but now the voice made him question it all over again. Its thunderous tone cut through the haze like lightning, revealing brilliance everywhere.

Xiang Fei focused his gaze.

His thoughts aligned with Lin Fan’s—he suspected the figure was deliberately creating illusions.

"Fellow Daoists, the fact that you’ve ventured into this Forbidden Land and arrived at this place proves our destiny is aligned. Pass the test I’ve set for you, and you may each select one treasure from here." Thɪs chapter is updated by NovelHub(.)net

Countless remarkable treasures materialized around the Emperor Corpse, each radiating dazzling brilliance. Among them were treasures manifesting visions of a True Dragon ascending to the heavens and a White Tiger roaring in dominion over the earth.

The sight stunned everyone.

"These treasures..." Qin Yang’s eyes practically fell out of their sockets. Never before had he seen so many extraordinary treasures—it was a true eye-opener for him. As a direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable lineage, his outlook was impeccable, yet he hadn’t encountered anything close to this before.

He tugged at Lin Fan’s sleeve, muttering excitedly, "Brother Lin, we’ve hit the jackpot—this must be a lucky encounter with a benevolent senior!"

"I swear, every senior we bump into turns out to be a good person!"

The thought made him feel a little emotional, as if he might tear up. The world was still full of kind souls.

Look at the senior before them.

To directly display such treasures for them to freely choose from—what other Immortal Emperor could exhibit such magnanimity? Of course, excluding the Mouse Emperor Immortal, who wasn’t just generous but wildly extravagant.

It’d been a while since they’d visited that old man. They should pay him a visit whenever they got the chance.

"Senior, may we each pick two treasures?" Qin Yang asked cautiously, worried his request might seem excessive and offend the figure. But the abundance of treasures left him dazzled—choosing only one felt insufficient.

If each could pick two, it’d make things much easier.

The Emperor Corpse replied, "Greed is unbecoming, juniors."

Hands might be lenient where benefits are concerned, but they must carry authority when boasting. Otherwise, it’d be far too easy to reveal how nervous and uncertain he truly felt inside.

Qin Yang sighed in disappointment. "Senior, I meant no harm with my question—just wanted to ask. One treasure is more than enough; you’re such a kind soul."

"Brother Xiang, let’s find something worthwhile among these treasures!"

Lin Fan held them back, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinized the Emperor Corpse sitting cross-legged in the void.

"We take everything here. You’re merely an Emperor Corpse, sustained by a sliver of Undying Divine Soul awaiting a reincarnation to merge with the corpse."

"I’m not wrong, am I?"

Lin Fan had long seen through the figure, down to every last detail, leaving no room for deception. Attempting to fool Lin Fan was an unwise choice—perhaps other cultivators could be intimidated into submission, but not him.

Thanks to his handy little auxiliary power, he’d already pierced through the facade.

Qin Yang muttered softly, "Brother Lin, are you sure? I hope that’s not just a guess."

The Emperor Corpse said nothing, but the surrounding atmosphere grew dire. A terrifying storm formed—it was clear Lin Fan’s words had provoked the Emperor Corpse into fury, as if demanding, "Do you know what you’re saying?"

Lin Fan stepped forward confidently, releasing an overwhelming pressure that shattered the storm entirely.

"Why get angry? I’m merely probing you. Judging by your reaction, it seems I hit the mark. Now I’ll approach you and see how you respond."

He strode forward, not sparing a single glance at the surrounding treasures. They would all be his anyway.

No need to claim them now.

Qin Yang wanted to caution Lin Fan to tread carefully, still uncertain if the figure was truly alive or dead. What if it genuinely lived? It could spell disaster.

Xiang Fei stopped Qin Yang, saying, "Don’t worry, I think Brother Lin guessed correctly. I also suspect this is just a lifeless corpse. True, the Emperor Corpse is terrifying, but with Brother Lin’s capabilities, it won’t pose a challenge."

Qin Yang whispered, "You’re sure?"

"Yes, I’m sure. Don’t forget how powerful Brother Lin is. Based on my estimation, his current cultivation level could handle even an Immortal King without fear. As for an Immortal Emperor—that’s hard to say, but he could certainly retreat safely."

"Besides, with a Holy Weapon in hand, what’s there to fear?"

Xiang Fei understood the might of Holy Weapons. If fully refined, they were incredibly formidable—no opponent, however strong, would be a threat.

As Lin Fan advanced closer to the Emperor Corpse, the surroundings transformed. The cosmos behind the Emperor Corpse shimmered, and a colossal hand stretched forth, reaching directly for Lin Fan.

Even imbued with a sliver of Undying Divine Soul, the Emperor Corpse could still unleash formidable power.

With Lin Fan’s command, the World Suppressing Tripod descended, crushing the giant hand into nothingness—not even a trace remained.

He activated the Demon Crossing Scripture, shaking the Heavenly Vault as a Buddha manifested, illuminating the skies with golden light. With chants rolling forth, sparkling scripture descended, encircling the Emperor Corpse from above.

"The Demon Crossing Scripture—how do you know such a Divine Skill?"

The Emperor Corpse’s tone revealed its recognition of the scripture’s boundless power. It was a skill capable of subduing all realms.

The key point was that this youngster’s cultivation was not weak, and judging by the scripture’s ethereal presence, it had been cultivated to a remarkably high degree. Given his current condition, he feared he might not be able to withstand it.

This was clearly an ancient Immortal Emperor.

Knowledgeable enough to grasp the terror of Demon Crossing Scripture with just a glance.

"What, so knowing Demon Crossing Scripture is supposed to make me some kind of big deal?" Lin Fan chuckled as he spoke, his hands diligently guiding the scripture to descend upon the Emperor Corpse’s surroundings.

He could feel the Emperor Corpse’s resistance.

A terrifying force attempted to break free.

Yet ultimately, the Emperor Corpse was just that: a corpse. A sliver of Undying Divine Soul wasn’t enough to defy heaven. Lin Fan’s cultivation would not be undermined so easily.

The Emperor Corpse wasn’t resigned to its fate either.

An aura of imperial dominance surged skyward. It seemed ephemeral and untouchable yet palpably present. Within the cosmos behind the Emperor Corpse, a colossal figure materialized, spanning galaxies and glaring with furious eyes, unleashing a terrifying power that pierced through everything.

It intended to unleash its full might and annihilate Lin Fan.

Though it lacked strength, its Immortal Emperor’s presence remained tangible.

"How is this possible?"

The Emperor Corpse’s voice sounded in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the scene before it. Why was this happening? How was this youth, whose cultivation hadn’t even reached Immortal Monarch level, able to endure this?

Lin Fan didn’t bother to explain.

Could he really disclose that his Innate Divine Ability, capable of carrying heaven and earth, was the reason?

It was his one and only Immortal-level talent.

The sliver of Undying Divine Soul within the Emperor Corpse kept shrinking, nearing the brink of destruction.

Fearlessly, Lin Fan approached the Emperor Corpse and extended his hand, pulling it from its cross-legged posture. Such behavior was blatantly disrespectful to the ancient Immortal Emperor, but it was a pity.

The ancient Immortal Emperor could do nothing about Lin Fan.

"Damn! Brother Lin is incredible!" Qin Yang exclaimed excitedly. He finally believed that this Immortal Emperor was truly dead.

Lin Fan pointed a finger at the ancient Immortal Emperor, causing the Demon Crossing Scripture to condense rapidly, wrapping the ancient Emperor tightly.

"Let’s get to work collecting all these treasures; leave nothing behind. Later, we’ll split them equally," Lin Fan directed.

"On it!" Qin Yang eagerly sprang into action, collecting the treasures at astonishing speed. He couldn’t believe how many extraordinary treasures were left behind by a deceased Immortal Emperor. This was a true windfall—beyond imagining.

Lin Fan remained on guard against the ancient Emperor Corpse.

Fortunately, the corpse wasn’t the type seeking to seize a host for rebirth. Instead, it was merely sustained by a sliver of Undying Divine Soul, waiting to reincarnate and rebuild itself. If it had been the former, Lin Fan might have faced real trouble.

However, an Immortal Emperor is still an Immortal Emperor. Even reduced to an Emperor Corpse, caution was essential.

One must always prepare for surprises.

Lin Fan said, "Don’t resent me. The Forbidden Land exists precisely to invite adventurers like us. You left your Emperor Corpse here but lacked the strength to stop me. Bad luck, I suppose. Rest assured—I’m a very reasonable person. You want to wait here for your reincarnation? I’ll let you, undisturbed."

"But before that, I’ll need to take what’s valuable from your body."

As he finished speaking.

Lin Fan crouched down in front of the Emperor Corpse, beginning to methodically search it from top to bottom.