Grasping the Evil

Chapter 1074: A Smile Once in Millions of Years

The gray sword light slashed out with terrifying intensity, transforming into a gale that suddenly swept towards the cave entrance.

Ning Fan’s eyes glinted sharply, and without hesitation, he activated the strongest form of the God-Slaying Giant within this massive cave!

The hundred-zhang Golden Flame Giant charged forward with its gigantic shield, rushing towards the chaotic sword aura. The sword light, seemingly capable of destroying all things, penetrated over and collided with the God-Extinguishing Shield.

Ning Fan dared not directly block the sword aura with his giant form!

The sword aura gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, an overwhelming presence as if overlooking the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas without obstacle! Directly blocking with his Golden Body, Ning Fan had an instinct that the sword would cleave through him and his mighty form simultaneously!

Each gray sword light here was as terrifying as the sword from True Person Bailu’s Incense Flame Sword!

But as for the God-Extinguishing Shield, a Heaven-Opening Artifact, even the strongest sword aura wouldn’t shatter it with a single blow. In this, Ning Fan still had some confidence!

Bang!

The God-Extinguishing Shield, being a Heaven-Opening Artifact, even though incomplete, possessed great hardness. The gray sword aura failed to shatter the shield, yet its impact forced the God-Slaying Giant to constantly retreat. The golden flame around it flickered, as if it might extinguish at any moment.

Ning Fan, hidden within the God-Slaying Giant, couldn’t ignore such sword pressure. His limbs and bones ached, as if ready to be crushed under the weight of the sword aura.

He could only continue retreating, unable to advance against the sword light!

"The Jiuli Ritual Vessel is hidden inside this cave. If I give up now, I can retreat safely, but... what about Master Luangu?"

Ning Fan’s eyes flashed with determination. He spat several mouthfuls of essence blood, formed a seal with ten fingers, and the blood fused into the giant’s golden flame, reigniting it into a blazing inferno!

"No matter how strong the sword aura is, it must submit beneath my Heaven-Opening Artifact!"

Boom!

The fierce gray sword aura, with a roar, was forcibly knocked away by the giant.

"While the sword aura’s attack is indeed strong, it lacks sustained strength. After the second strike, it’s weaker, allowing me a chance to break through it head-on. The sword aura emanates from the sword scabbard embedded in the stone wall. A single scabbard only seems to have one strike, but inside this cave, there seems to be many more..."

Crack!

As Ning Fan broke through the sword aura, the scabbard that released it shattered into pieces.

Ning Fan dismissed the God-Slaying Giant, picked up the broken scabbard, and examined it closely, finding something familiar about it.

It resembled the scabbard he had used early in his cultivation to strike at the Moksha Emperor, similar to the numerous sword ancestor scabbards he had seen at the bottom of the Sword Lake of Heart Inquiry in the Sword World.

This scabbard appeared to be the same one the Heaven Capital Emperor had shown him that day...

"The aura of the sword ancestor..."

Feeling carefully, Ning Fan sensed the unique aura of the sword ancestor from within this scabbard. His eyes flickered with speculation, but he said nothing more, consuming some expensive pills and refining them in a seated position to restore the rapidly depleted mana within him.

Though he just shattered one sword aura, Ning Fan had expended seventy percent of his internal mana, forcing him to recover slightly before proceeding. Otherwise, should he encounter such a sword aura again, his insufficient mana would render his defense untenable, leading to his certain defeat by the sword aura...

After a hundred breaths, Ning Fan exhaled a turbid breath and moved forward again.

After advancing several hundred more steps, Ning Fan encountered a second sword scabbard hanging on the wall and was attacked once more by its sword aura.

In desperation, Ning Fan had to expend more essence blood, using the God-Extinguishing Shield to withstand the sword aura, then supplementing his mana, advancing deeper into the cave.

Subsequently, came the third, fourth... the nineteenth scabbard’s attack.

By Ning Fan’s estimation, he had already been in the cave for four hours. Outside, Long Sanchui was likely still helping him fend off the Stone Master’s pursuit, since no pursuers had reached the cave, implying Long Sanchui was possibly still engaged with those pursuers...

Suppressing the dizziness and weakness from excessive essence blood loss, Ning Fan continued deeper into the cave.

He felt the path he took wasn’t a straight line, but rather a circular route, spiraling towards the center.

With the continuous activation of the Momentum Character Secret, Ning Fan gradually gained some understanding of the cave’s layout and formed a hypothesis.

The twenty-fourth scabbard...

The thirty-sixth scabbard...

The forty-eighth scabbard...

When Ning Fan finally withstood the forty-ninth scabbard, there were no more scabbards blocking the path.

Ning Fan inwardly affirmed his guess, using his spirit sense to probe the path. As he expected, the forty-nine scabbards he had destroyed were regathering and reappearing on the walls one after another due to the circulating formation energy here.

It seemed these scabbard attacks could be used repeatedly.

In other words, if retreating from the cave, he would face another cycle of forty-nine sword aura attacks.

If the scabbards could regenerate, it couldn’t be determined whether the absence of pursuers inside the cave was due to Long Sanchui still stalling for time outside or if the pursuers had resolved the situation with Long Sanchui but feared the terrifying sword scabbards within the cave, thus refraining from entry...

Long Sanchui, after all, was only a Sixth Calamity Immortal Emperor, while the Stone Master was an Eight Tribulations Celestial Emperor, bringing many helpers...

The matter here must be resolved quickly, to go assist Long Sanchui...

Ning Fan’s expression darkened slightly as he accelerated, moving further into the cave. By now, he had been in the cave for an entire day.

At such depths, the cave’s stone layers began to reveal hanging stalactites with droplets of water continuously dripping down. The sound of those dripping waters, along with the occasional clinking of chains from the deeper parts of the cave, gave Ning Fan an eerie sense of déjà vu.

This feeling was very familiar, very familiar indeed.

Just like when he once tried to open his eyes with the power of extreme yang, hearing those dripping water sounds, the sound of chains.

[Little Butterfly, stop sleeping, wake up quickly.]

[Little Butterfly, stop sleeping, stop sleeping.]

[If you keep sleeping, you’ll miss the once-in-a-decade Chao Yue of Primeval Mountain...]

Ning Fan recalled the words he once heard in extreme yang.

Those words, those dripping water sounds, those chain collision sounds, remained a mystery within his heart, waiting to be unraveled, waiting for an answer.

Up to now in his cultivation, he had gained an understanding of his reincarnation across lifetimes. His past began in Butterfly Hometown, taken to the human realm by the sword ancestor, entered the Dreamland Realm, reincarnating there for generations, eventually ascending to the Ancient Heavenly Court, giving up his life to destroy the Love Wielding Immortal Emperor’s eye. After countless lifetimes, he finally... reincarnated as a human.

This was the history of his past and present, yet within this history, many riddles remained unclear...

"Perhaps the so-called White Bone Lady is actually..."

Ning Fan’s heart suddenly calmed down.

Instinct told him that as long as he reached here, walked past the interception of the forty-nine sword sheaths, the road ahead wouldn’t have too much danger.

Or maybe it’s not instinct, just a speculation...

Not sure how long he had walked, a suddenly spacious space appeared at the end of the passage ahead.

The stone ground was filled with ancient swords covered with blood rust, some complete, some incomplete, some swords with lost spirit, and others still possessing some power, including Immemorial Fiendgod Blades and ordinary magical treasures, swords stained with the First Step Master’s blood, and even Immortal Emperor blood rust swords! There was even... swords stained with Saint’s blood rust!

Unfortunately, those blood rusts were too old to be of much use...

The immense Sword Qi kept impacting Ning Fan, but couldn’t stop Ning Fan from moving forward.

Ning Fan stepped over the ground full of sword ruins, moving forward, not knowing how long he walked, and suddenly the ground ahead no longer had broken swords.

After bypassing the occasional stone stalagmites blocking the way, continued down, and then saw a nine-story iron tower piled up by countless sword remnants!

Around the iron tower, sixty-four directions were filled with thousands of ancient rituals!

These artifacts, each originating from different cultivators’ clans, with varying grades. Some clans Ning Fan had seen, some heard of, and others unknown.

Among those artifacts, Ning Fan easily found an innate artifact emitting a similar aura as a black cat!

Dao-Soul Fourth Clan—the Jiuli Clan’s innate artifact, was indeed here!

This item was one of the goals Ning Fan sought upon entering the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain!

Yet Ning Fan didn’t immediately retrieve the artifact, but turned his gaze to the surrounding stone walls.

On the surrounding walls, tens of thousands of sword sheaths hung, giving a hair-raising feeling! These sword sheaths similarly contained gray swords; if all sword energy simultaneously activated, it would be enough to kill him hundreds and thousands of times despite full defense!

Ning Fan took a deep breath, his gaze remained resolute.

He continued to assess the layout here, finally, his gaze complexly fell on the topmost level of the iron tower, on a slumbering white bone skeleton.

The white bone skeleton was dressed in ancient women’s clothing, resting on a throne, three thousand black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, not decayed by time, still glossy as if alive.

This was the remains of a woman.

On the hands and feet of the skeleton, unknown red gold chains were tied, extending from the top of the iron tower to both sides, nailing into the stone walls on either side. The chains were covered with spell symbols, connected to all the artifacts’ power here, echoing with the Saint formation throughout the entire Bone Mountain Range. Vast sealing power faintly transmitted from those chains, possessing sealing strength not inferior to the Third Step!

If listening closely, it would be found that the seemingly breathless woman’s skeleton actually emitted even breathing sounds, not dead, seemingly only slumbering on the throne.

Upon closer examination, it would be found that the ground near the iron tower was covered with a thick layer of crystalline dust, some accumulated on the ground, some in water puddles.

Ning Fan picked up a handful of dry luminescent dust, examined it slightly, and his gaze suddenly shook. This luminescent dust was not anything else, but the ash left behind after a strong person was obliterated!

From the thick ashes here, countless strong individuals had died within a hundred steps of the iron tower!

Including Immortal Venerables, Immortal Kings, and even Immortal Emperor ashes...

"Within the sword intent here, there’s a presence of the third step’s complete meaning... this is the complete sword intent the Heaven Capital Emperor wishes to comprehend..."

"To recklessly touch the artifacts here would mostly trigger attack from the thousands of sword sheaths here! The Heaven Capital Emperor blatantly bragged about bringing me here to comprehend the sword intent here, saying he can guarantee my safety. Hah, given his strength as a Sixth Calamity Immortal Emperor, truly some fantasy. Whether he can sneak into the Bone Mountain Range to reach this place is uncertain; so-called safety guarantee might just be his deception..."

"The so-called white bone maiden, truly is... the Sword Ancestor’s remains... Sword Ancestor, the strange woman who bore innumerable causes and effects on my cultivation journey... the woman who resembled yet ultimately differed from Dugu..."

"What a heart-stirring sword intent... soft bitterness, more... indelible longing, deeply embedded in the sword intent, eternal and unchanging... This is not the sword intent left by Saint Nan Yao here, this is... the Sword Ancestor’s sword intent. The Sword Ancestor has become a skeleton, yet still longing for someone..."

Ning Fan sighed, not recklessly acting in such a perilous place, but clasped his fists and bowed to the nine-story iron tower storing the Sword Ancestor’s remains.

If not for the Sword Ancestor, he likely wouldn’t have the chance to leave the Butterfly Hometown and step into the bustling mortal world.

If not for the Sword Ancestor’s sword sheath, in his youth, he might have already died at the hands of the Moksha Emperor, vanishing along with Seven Apricot City and the old monster.

In invisibility, he had owed countless causes and effects to the Sword Ancestor, a mere bow naturally insufficient for repayment, yet able to express Ning Fan’s gratitude.

This near ritualistic bow suddenly triggered some changes here.

Clang, clang, clang.

The sound of the golden chains locking the Sword Ancestor’s remains colliding.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of the chains shaking increasingly!

Drip, drip, drip.

The sound of water droplets from the cave top dripping into the ground water pool.

Drip, drip... at some point, the cave top’s water suddenly stopped dripping, as if frozen, suspended in mid-air!

The chains suddenly no longer emitting any sound, all noises freezing at that moment!

At that instant, the Sword Ancestor’s skeleton originally resting on the throne atop the iron tower, suddenly grasped the armrest, stood up, looking down from the iron tower loft, distant gaze fixed on Ning Fan not far below.

Ning Fan’s gaze was slightly surprised, then narrowed.

He naturally wouldn’t think just because the Sword Ancestor was left with only a skeleton, she couldn’t move. Knowledge of numerous rumors regarding the White Bone Lady from the outside world had informed him long ago that the Sword Ancestor could still move with her remains, such existence couldn’t be assessed by conventional reasoning.

Though how much rationality presently remains with the Sword Ancestor is unknown...

Due to the chains’ binding, the Sword Ancestor of the white bone body couldn’t leave the iron tower, just standing on the tower top with that eerie presence, gazing at Ning Fan through her hollow eye bones.

There wasn’t any sense of superiority from above.

Instead, a kind of... indescribable gentleness.

"The Sword Ancestor is the one who took me away from the Butterfly Hometown; if she still retains consciousness, she might not attack me. But if she indeed attacks, with her currently preserved Ancient Great Cultivator level strength, she could kill me with the utmost ease..."

"What now? If I move the Jiuli artifact, the layout here will be disrupted, not only might this location’s myriad swords kill me, I may unintentionally release the powerful Sword Ancestor’s remains..."

"Should I try communicating with Sword Ancestor, see if I can retrieve the artifact without harming harmony..."

"If she cannot speak, then I’ll use my ability to communicate with all things, and speak with her remains..."

Ning Fan’s expression grew increasingly solemn, with thoughts whirling, countless ideas flashed through his mind.

Thinking it over, he wiped away the ghostly face and decided to attempt communication with the sword ancestor using his true form.

Just as he was about to make a move, the sword ancestor spoke first from atop the nine-layered iron tower.

"Little butterfly..."

The empty eye sockets of the sword ancestor, seemingly void of anything, at this moment, shed two streams of tears.

Gray tears.

Tears composed of the same substance as the Tianhuang Key in Ning Fan’s hand.

As soon as the gray tears appeared in the air, they sizzled and evaporated, disappearing from the cycle of reincarnation without leaving a trace.

Despite lacking flesh, lacking a delicate face, Ning Fan felt that even as the sword ancestor looked at him with tears, it was not crying, but smiling.

An incomparably gentle smile.

Why, why...

Why would there be such a gentle smile.

Clearly just a skeletal visage of horror, yet it brought Ning Fan... a moment of inner tranquility.

Was it just because she had once taken him away from the butterfly hometown?

Was it because between them, some unseen karma had been established?

"Junior Ning Fan pays respect to the sword ancestor, I wish to discuss something with the sword ancestor regarding the sacrificial vessel here." Seeing that the sword ancestor still possessed the ability to speak, and a certain degree of awareness and memory, Ning Fan’s thoughts stirred, and he greeted with a cupped fist towards the direction of the nine-layered iron tower.

Inside, he calculated the price he might have to pay to possibly negotiate the Nine-Tailed Ritual Vessel from the sword ancestor.

But the sword ancestor completely ignored Ning Fan’s intent to discuss matters.

She only cared about Ning Fan’s self-designation, bitterly speaking to herself, "So it’s Ning Fan after all... It’s indeed not Nifan, no wonder I searched for so long and couldn’t find..."

Nifan!

Hearing this name again, and from the sword ancestor’s mouth too, even Ning Fan’s disposition was slightly shaken.

Ning Fan wanted to say more, but the sword ancestor interrupted him.

"I don’t have much time left, after you appeared, I was destined to perish... I know you must have important matters to attend to here, you’ve always had this character, you’re always like this... What you want, I will help you obtain, but before that, I have some words, I wish to tell you..."

"... If the senior has advice, feel free to express it." Ning Fan was surprised, not expecting the seemingly immortal sword ancestor to engage him in conversation, he paused momentarily before asking.

"It is not advice, it’s not... In the past, I didn’t understand why I couldn’t find you despite searching painstakingly. When I truly understood, I couldn’t exist in the same world as you. You, perhaps may never find me in the future, in any cycle of reincarnation... And when you find me, maybe you have already missed it..."

What nonsense was the sword ancestor muttering?

Ning Fan frowned, unable to comprehend the sword ancestor’s words, yet for some reason, a sorrow welled up deep within his heart, as if countless needles were piercing and tearing.

"You can’t find me, I can’t meet you... If two lines intersect, meeting once, separating for a lifetime; if two lines are parallel, walking side by side for eternity, never meeting... Fortunately, before turning to bones, I’ve left behind the most beautiful smile, I hope they can enter your parallel line, accompanying your joy..."

A smile, what smile... Ning Fan was further confused, though he didn’t dare interrupt the sword ancestor’s speech.

"... The dawn moon of the Primeval Mountain, completes a circle in ten years... The tides of Nether Dust Sea, rise once in a hundred years... The mist of the Vast Expanse Path, recedes every thousand years... The green peach of the Ancient Heavenly Court, bears fruit once in ten thousand years... The Bell Orchid of Sky Desolate Ancient Realm, blooms once in a hundred thousand years... Yet I, only every few million years, am permitted to own a touch of a smile..."

"I’ve waited a long time, I’ve left you... so much..."

"I so wish to see a... dawn moon together, even if it’s just... a decade..."

With that, the words ceased!

Suddenly, a change occurred!

The sword ancestor clearly tried to say more, but her voice faltered, no longer audible, only able to sigh softly.

It seemed her time had finally arrived...

For countless years, the remains of the sword ancestor that couldn’t be obliterated despite the relentless extermination efforts of the Three-Flames Cultivators, without any warning, emitted a sky-soaring deathly breath, as an unimaginable force of the great path swept out ripples of reincarnation from the nine-layered iron tower, slowly wiping away the sword ancestor’s remains into dust.

"What’s going on! I haven’t recklessly disturbed the structure of this place, why has the sword ancestor’s remains shown signs of becoming dust mysteriously!"

"There truly is such terrifying force of the great path, destroying the sword ancestor’s bones, this isn’t a power the second step masters can withstand!"

Ning Fan’s expression turned somber, clueless about what occurred in this place, unable to fathom the sword ancestor’s senseless prattling.

However, faced with the vanishing sword ancestor’s remains, anger arose seemingly from nowhere, an anger which knew no target, yet made his heart grow chillingly cold, cold enough to... desire killing!

"What is this feeling!"

"Though I don’t understand why... it seems my body instinctively refuses to allow me to watch the sword ancestor dissipate before my eyes!"

Originally, without understanding the structure here, Ning Fan wouldn’t have rashly approached within a hundred feet of the iron tower. Yet now, his body involuntarily flew towards the nine-layered iron tower.

Continuously closing in on the iron tower!

Ninety feet!

Countless dark swords abruptly flew out from the iron tower, only to be incinerated by Ning Fan’s black fire with a spray!

Eighty feet!

More sword shadows emerged from within the iron tower, beyond what the black fire could burn, forcing Ning Fan to raise twenty-four demonic banners in defense!

Precisely the Inferior Grade Magical Treasure obtained post-defeat of Hex Zu, the [Five Poisons Banner]!

Seventy feet!

Sixty feet!

Fifty feet!

Figures clad in dark robes with sun-gold trim on their hems, wearing masks of weeping and laughing, flew out of the iron tower, each possessing at least the Immortal Venerable cultivation level, even shadows of Immortal Kings and Celestial Emperors amongst them!

Ning Fan naturally wasn’t arrogant enough to believe he could compete head-on against such powerful dark silhouettes!

Instantly merging with the black cat, completely unleashing the God-Slaying Giant form, Ning Fan then raised numerous magical treasures into the air.

Five Poisons Banner, Spirit Gathering Gate, Five Elements Bottle, Treasure-Seeking Compass, Wuxian Cloud, Water-Flooding Realm Bottle, Seven Treasures Marvelous Tree, Refining God Cauldron...

There are also dozens of Twelve Nirvana Magical Treasures, and hundreds of Twelve Nirvana Underdog Treasures!

The sky full of treasure lights suddenly smashed towards countless black shadows, while Ning Fan took advantage of the opportunity, not entangled with those shadows, but instead continued to approach the direction of the iron tower.

Forty Zhang!

Thirty Zhang!

Twenty Zhang!

Ten Zhang!

A circle of light rings containing the aura of the Third Step eerily appeared on the road ahead of Ning Fan. Those light rings were without exception the Rings of the Initial Saint, a true saint’s divine skill. Even with Ning Fan’s powerful God-Extinguishing Shield, he couldn’t break through those saintly light rings to cross the last ten Zhang distance to reach the sword ancestor.

Instead, he was jolted by the light rings, spitting blood.

"Can I only watch the sword ancestor dissipate helplessly..."

Ning Fan bit his teeth, his expression unwilling, charging towards the saintly light rings repeatedly, but naturally, he couldn’t break through such a level of divine skill.

After several breaths, the sword ancestor’s entire white skeleton had mostly turned to ash.

Seeing Ning Fan still charging towards her direction, the sword ancestor sighed softly, raised her hand, and a vast aura was released, temporarily suppressing all forces preventing Ning Fan from approaching her.

Collapsed all the eternal black shadows!

Shattered all the Rings of the Initial Saint!

With a wave of her hand, there seemed to be Sword Qi that could slay fiendgods, commanding the heavens!

With the obstacles gone, Ning Fan paused for a moment, then broke through the last ten Zhang distance, landing on the ninth layer of the iron tower.

If he relied on himself, he wouldn’t have been able to accomplish this. All thanks to the sword ancestor...

The moment he stepped on the iron tower, the tower’s terrifying sealing force directly stripped away all of Ning Fan’s cultivation, making it impossible for Ning Fan to maintain his God-Slaying Giant form, reverting to his normal state, and his internal Mana struggled to operate, almost collapsing to the ground from the loss of strength.

Finally stabilizing his stance, Ning Fan faced the sealing force of this place and walked bit by bit towards the sword ancestor’s throne. When he reached the front, he helplessly found that with his level of Taoist practice, he couldn’t stop the sword ancestor’s ashes from dissipating.

The destruction of the sword ancestor was the power of the Third Step level... No, not just the Third Step, possibly even higher...

This was a terrifying power unimaginable in the Last Law Illusion Dream Realm!

Even though the sword ancestor could shatter the Rings of the Initial Saint with a raise of hand, she couldn’t resist this force!

"What happened to you, Senior, why would such a change occur when you saw me?" Ning Fan sighed deeply and asked.

The sword ancestor opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but could no longer convey any words, only sharing silence with Ning Fan.

She had died countless years ago.

The so-called White Bone Lady was merely her remains, containing a trace of lingering obsession, stubbornly persisting until now.

Yet now, upon seeing Ning Fan, even that trace of obsession dissipated...

Ning Fan, being a Holder Cultivator, naturally could see this, but understanding it was different from knowing it. He couldn’t comprehend.

"Could it be that the last obsession of the distinguished sword ancestor before her death was to see me? Therefore, when she saw me, the obsession vanished, erased by reincarnation..." Ning Fan speculated, but found it difficult to believe this hypothesis.

"I don’t understand. Although I was led out of Butterfly Hometown by Senior, it doesn’t seem to be that significant to cause such a great obsession for Senior. Is there perhaps some great cause and effect between Senior and me that I am unaware of..." Ning Fan asked in confusion.

Silence, still silence.

"After your disappearance, Senior, I won’t be able to repay the cause and effect I owe you." Ning Fan smiled bitterly.

The sword ancestor remained silent.

"What is the deal with this key, it seems to be formed from your tears and can open the Tianhuang Giant Gate here." Ning Fan took out the grey tear key that had previously flown out from the Scripture Tower.

The sword ancestor glanced at the key, her emotions complex but remained silent.

"When I began cultivating, I encountered a woman who looked almost identical to you, yet her aura was completely different from yours. But I have a feeling there’s a certain connection between her and you, not just a simple reincarnation, but something else..."

Still silence.

"In the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain, there is also a woman who bears a striking resemblance to you. She is one of the Five Great Lowly Honored Ones, named Ten Bees. This Lowly Honored seem to have many of her schemes, appears to be a woman of deep thoughts and cunning. My experiences in Supreme Pill Sacred Domain seem coincidentally to have a strange causal connection with her..."

Ten Bees?

The name finally caused a ripple in the sword ancestor’s emotions, a ripple of anger.

But after anger came bitterness.

Unable to speak, only sharing silence.

"Do you... like me?"

Ning Fan subconsciously asked this question.

It was a kind of intuition.

Intuition led him to ask, because based on his speculation, the sword ancestor’s death-defying obsession was related to him. That thought hidden within the Sword Intent seemed to be tied to him. For a woman to be so concerned about a man, it is likely related to emotion. But after speaking, Ning Fan suddenly flushed with embarrassment, feeling it wasn’t appropriate, such a direct questioning was indeed somewhat shameless.

Regarding this question, after a slight silence, the sword ancestor surprisingly chose to shake her head.

Ning Fan suddenly felt a sense of egocentric affection, awkwardly smiled, and apologized to the sword ancestor, saying ’Senior, sorry’ and ’I’ve been presumptuous’ and so forth.

Internally, he thought, having been a butterfly in the Real Realms, could he have owed the sword ancestor some enormous cause and effect, otherwise how could he cause the extraordinary sword ancestor to remember him so well, giving birth to an obsession, unwilling for even her skeleton to dissolve, and only wanting to see him once before dissipating...

And this sort of obsession seemed unrelated to emotion... if it’s not emotional debt between a man and a woman, then it must be... interests?

Baffling, baffling...

"Senior’s disappearance, I cannot prevent it... with my cultivation, the only thing I can do for Senior is to send you off. I’m sorry..." Ning Fan smiled bitterly.

His body instinctively did not wish for the sword ancestor to disappear like this, but he couldn’t prevent it...

The sword ancestor’s emotions slightly fluctuated, possibly influenced by Ning Fan calling her ’Senior’, showing some discontent.

As time flew by, she was finally about to dissipate completely. She struggled to lift her hand, which was now only bone, and reached toward Ning Fan’s hand. It was unclear whether she wanted to hold Ning Fan’s hand or do something else. In any case, she extended it halfway and then withdrew it.

Her actions were extremely strange.

Until she finally turned to ashes, vanished like smoke and clouds, she never took that step.

Thus, she would forever miss the chance.

"A generation’s Great Emperor, just dissipated like this into smoke and clouds..."

"Why was it that this Great Emperor’s dying wish was to see me..."

Ning Fan felt a bit forlorn. After some thought, he carefully collected Sword Ancestor’s ashes and placed them in a jade box.

He thought to himself that if he ever had the chance to go to the Real Realm, he would properly bury Sword Ancestor’s remains in her hometown. Perhaps this could slightly repay the karmic debt he owed to Sword Ancestor...

An unfamiliar sadness suddenly surged within him, leaving Ning Fan greatly astounded and more so helpless.

Matters related to Sword Ancestor strangely evoked odd emotions in him, and this was not the first time he had experienced it.

After arriving at the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain, everything he encountered seemed to be shrouded in a mist. During this Sacred Domain journey, it was as though he had lost countless brain cells.

The encounter with Sword Ancestor today was just one among many bizarre occurrences.

It was utterly inexplicable, yet there was an indescribable emotion that clogged his heart.

Earlier, while on the move, Long Sanchui had recounted many tales to him.

He spoke of how Lady White Bone at the Bone Mountain Range was the nightmare of Three Flames’ Masters, with countless Three Flames’ Masters wanting to liberate the spirit, yet completely unable to do so.

Curiously, he merely met with Sword Ancestor and sent her off...

Dispersing Sword Ancestor’s last dying wish...

"Wouldn’t it have been better if I hadn’t appeared? In that case, Sword Ancestor’s remains could still exist in the world..." Ning Fan suddenly entertained a bizarre thought, which he quickly suppressed.

No matter what, Sword Ancestor had already dissipated from this world. Lamenting over it was pointless. There was another urgent task at hand—swiftly retrieving the Jiuli Ritual Implement and then exiting the cave to assist Long Sanchui in facing the pursuing forces of the Stone Master.

Ning Fan leaped down from the ninth floor of the iron tower. After his leap, his previously sealed cultivations were restored to their original state.

First, he retrieved all the magical treasures he used earlier against the black shadows, and then his gaze apprehensively swept across the tens of thousands of sword sheaths on the stone walls.

These sword sheaths contained Sword Ancestor’s Sword Intent, yet they did not vanish with Sword Ancestor. There was only one possibility for this. These sword sheaths were a means set up here during Saint Nan Yao’s life, serving as a defense to prevent others from taking away the ritual implement, unrelated to Sword Ancestor’s own will.

In this light, even though Sword Ancestor had already dissipated, if Ning Fan were to take the Jiuli Ritual Implement, he would still be attacked by the tens of thousands of sword sheaths here.

A single grey Sword Qi was terrifying enough, what if there were tens of thousands... hmm? These sword sheaths...

Ning Fan’s eyes suddenly flickered.

Without warning, all the tens of thousands of sword sheaths here suddenly exploded one by one, as if a hidden will of Sword Ancestor had ignited them all, thereby disrupting Saint Nan Yao’s arrangement.

"Could it be the last remnant will of Sword Ancestor is aiding me?"

The tens of thousands of sword sheaths were shattered by Sword Ancestor’s lingering will.

After the collapse, they began to slowly regenerate under the power of the formation at this place.

One must not miss this opportunity!

Ning Fan certainly wouldn’t just sit and wait for the sword sheaths to regenerate; with a wave of his hand, he directly took the Jiuli Ritual Implement and dashed out of the cave.

Along the way, the forty-nine sword sheaths were similarly shattered once again by Sword Ancestor’s will and were in the process of slowly regenerating. In this way, as Ning Fan left, he did not face the same hardships he did when entering the cave.

By the time all the sword sheaths here completely regenerated, Ning Fan had already taken the ritual implement and made his escape.

The process was far easier than anticipated... It was so easy that it felt like he was dreaming.

Unbeknownst to him, he had again received a great favor from Sword Ancestor. If not for the last remnant of Sword Ancestor’s will aiding him, retrieving the Jiuli Ritual Implement amid the tens of thousands of sword sheaths would have come at an immense cost.

Just as Ning Fan dashed out of the cave, far away on the Stone Flame Continent, in the Meng Family, the Death Emperor suddenly sensed something, and his expression changed.

"Not good! There’s a change at the Bone Mountain Range!"

At the same time, within the Xiu Fang of Zhongzhou’s Liuli City, the Ten Bees Supreme, who had just finished a dance and was resting, furrowed her elegant brows.

"Hmm? So, that butterfly has met its true master! What is that Flame Ancestor doing, allowing this brat to invade the Bone Mountain Range! Such a mishap creates the biggest flaw in my numerous plans against this butterfly..."

"Hmph. Initially, I intended to use the Blood Martial Master as bait to lure out a trace of this butterfly’s true feelings, but now it seems there’s a chance of exposure..."

"Never mind, if my scheming truly becomes exposed, I’ll just resort to force against this butterfly. I must obtain its butterfly species..."

...

As Ning Fan transformed back into the silver-haired Ghost-Faced form and flew out of the cave, he saw the back of someone with dragon wings spread, fighting bloodily.

Long Sanchui, in order to hold off the pursuers for him, had been fiercely battling outside the cave against the Stone Master and others for a whole day and night!

Though gravely injured, he had not died and stubbornly refused to leave, his silhouette appearing quite majestic and heroic!

To withstand an entire day against an Eight Tribulations Celestial Emperor and thousands of True Immortals without dying or fleeing, Long Sanchui truly possessed some skills, and Ning Fan’s worries seemed unnecessary.

"Long Sanchui! Have you gone mad! You intruded here in the past, having one eye abolished by Zen Master Xuan Kong, and now you dare to intrude again, thinking we Three Flames’ Masters cannot kill you! Also, where has your Immortal Venerable companion gone? Could it be... that this brat dared to venture into the Bone Cave! Hmph, with this brat’s Immortal Venerable cultivation level, such an act is simply seeking death!" The Stone Master, also injured, continued to attack Long Sanchui with many of his subordinates, sneering with disdain, attempting to disrupt Long Sanchui’s mind and provoke a fatal mistake.

"Nonsense! My Younger Brother Ning’s strength is not far off from the Ancient Immortal Lord, how could he easily die in the Bone Cave!" Long Sanchui replied, resisting the assault and laughing heartily.

"Clear the way! If you don’t clear the way, don’t blame me for not showing mercy, I’ll truly kill you!" the Stone Master roared.

"Haha! With me here, no one shall disturb my little brother’s business! Leave them all here with me!" Bang, bang, bang! Long Sanchui’s dragon claws struck fiercely, sending three Eternal Immortal Venerables vomiting blood and flying backward.

Suddenly, Long Sanchui sensed the presence of Ning Fan emerging from the Bone Cave. With a flash, he flew to Ning Fan’s side.

Faced with the sinister gazes of the Stone Master and the mountain range guardians, he burst into laughter,

"Did you succeed?"

"Yes, we can leave this place now."

Ning Fan scanned over Long Sanchui’s injuries with a complex expression and sighed.

Then he turned around and glanced at the Heavenly Wilderness Giant Gate suspended in the sky nearby.

Honestly speaking, he wasn’t too interested in going to the Real Realms now. Even with the key to the gate in hand, he was unlikely to open it.

He was different from those Dreamland Realm cultivators keen on heading to the Real Realms.

"Let’s come back some other day..."

Ning Fan and Long Sanchui flickered and chose another path, swiftly entering the dense forest, retreating from the depths of the ancient woods.

Completely ignoring Stone Master and his group! So arrogant!

"Damn it! This brat actually survived the White Bone Cave and even claims he’s succeeded. Could it be... Leave part of the people here to investigate the losses of the White Bone Cave, while the rest follow me to continue chasing these two intruders! They must not leave the Bone Mountain Range alive! That Ghost-Faced Cultivator... no mistake! Looks exactly like the one in the image, the same madman who destroyed the He Family!"

Stone Master’s face was contorted with anger, but his heart was secretly delighted.

Searched high and low only to find it here... finally found the Ghost-Faced madman who annihilated the He Family!

The Quasi-Saint female corpse taken from the He Family must still be on this brat!

If he could slay this brat here, perhaps he could directly retrieve the Quasi-Saint female corpse from him! If the matter was done discreetly, without the other two Flame Masters knowing, he even had hopes of secretly keeping the female corpse to himself...

Unlike before, where the three families agreed on how to share the female corpse!

But soon, Stone Master’s delight faded.

Because with Long Sanchui leading the way, the overconfident Stone Master quickly lost track of Ning Fan and his companion once again...

At the border of the Bone Mountain Range, a particular Barrier Yin Array suddenly fell into chaos, and then two silhouettes burst out from it, disappearing from the gaze of numerous mountain guards after a few flickers.

One day later, a piece of news once again stirred a gigantic wave in the Three Flames.

The Ghost-Faced Cultivator who destroyed the He Family successfully invaded the Bone Mountain Range under the leadership of Wood Master and Stone Master!

As for what losses the Bone Mountain Range suffered, Wood Master and Stone Master did not release any information to the outside world.

Afterwards, only the two of them, along with the tardy Death Emperor, knew the truth.

"How could the strongest of the Five Lowly Honored Ones be slain by a mere Immortal Venerable?! Are you two joking with me!"

Inside the Bone Mountain Range palace, the Death Emperor, usually gloomy, directly shouted at Wood Master and Stone Master.

Wood Master and Stone Master, despite disliking the Death Emperor’s arrogant tone, couldn’t hide the joy on their faces.

"Why is Zen Master Xuan Kong so furious? Admittedly, being invaded by two insignificant juniors greatly damages our reputation, but with the disappearance of the White Bone Lady’s corpse, isn’t this exactly what we three Flame Masters have been pursuing for years? The existence of the White Bone Lady poses a huge threat to the Three Flames. Every time she awakens and goes mad, countless lives are lost. For years, we’ve tried every means to kill her, yet she remains unkillable. Though it’s unknown what that Ghost-Faced Immortal Venerable did, successfully killing the White Bone Lady is undoubtedly great news for the Three Flames. Of course, just for annihilating He Family, this brat cannot be spared..." replied Wood Master with a smile.

"Hmph! Two fools! You truly understand nothing. Leave now! Or else don’t blame me for taking action to expel you!" the Death Emperor roared in fury.

"What! You, just like us, being a Flame Master, dare to be so disrespectful in front of us!"

"Unhappy? Then dare to fight me!"

A great battle erupted in the Bone Mountain Range, one side being the strongest of the Three Flames, the Death Emperor, and the other side was the combined force of Wood Master and Stone Master, two Eight Tribulations Celestial Emperors.

The result of the confrontation was the Death Emperor, relying on his own strength, suppressing the other two masters, though suffering some injuries himself.

Once again proving his supreme name in front of the Three Flames cultivators!

The other two Flame Masters, having suffered a major loss, naturally couldn’t stay there any longer. Angry and defeated, they left, simultaneously declaring war on Vacant Flame, mobilizing the power of both continents to crusade against Vacant Flame.

As for external trivial matters, the Death Emperor had no desire to concern himself at this moment. He stayed alone in the palace, his face dark, unwilling to speak for a long time.

After a long period, a voice suddenly echoed from within him.

"Hmph! The Supreme Sword Dao of the First Immortal Emperor of the Primeval Immortal Realm, it seems there is no chance to obtain it anymore. Wasting both yours and my arrangement for years at the Bone Mountain Range, yet unexpectedly being spoiled by a little external cultivator. Had I known this, I should have spared no cost to slay that brat when chasing him then!" growled the Flame Ancestor from within the Death Emperor.

"Please calm your anger, Flame Ancestor. This brat has repeatedly spoiled our major affairs. I will definitely not allow him to leave the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain alive!" The Death Emperor’s eyes flashed with hostility, plotting something unknown.

...

After Ning Fan and Long Sanchui left the Bone Mountain Range, they journeyed to the Stone Flame Continent.

According to Long Sanchui, he had several innate dragon caves on the Stone Flame territory, which could block Quasi-Saint level spirit sense searches, making it an excellent place to hide from powerful enemies and heal.

Having done such a big job in the Bone Mountain Range, he needed to hide away for a while until the storm passed before making a move again.

During this trip, successfully obtaining the Jiuli Innate Ritual Implement, Ning Fan was also looking for a secluded place to hold the coming-of-age ceremony for Jiuli, aligning perfectly with Long Sanchui, they reached Stone Flame together.

Once Jiuli came of age, his strength would likely improve significantly, which for Ning Fan, would also add some advantages to rescue Emperor Butcher.

Because of this joint invasion, a certain rapport developed between Ning Fan and Long Sanchui.

"If not for Brother Long’s assistance, completing this matter would have been much more troublesome for me. Here are some small tokens of appreciation!"

"Haha! Younger Brother Ning is too modest, as both Nightmare Dragons, we should naturally help each other. Discussing gifts is unnecessary and damages sentiments! If you truly want to thank me, just treat me to some good wine, no need for gifts... Hiss! This, this, this... is actually an Innate Lower Grade Nightmare Dragon Clan Ritual Implement! Younger Brother, are you really giving me such a precious item?! Where did it come from?"

"Pulled out from the White Bone Cave." Ning Fan chuckled.

Ritual Implements are different from magical treasures, not only possessing the offensive and defensive capabilities of magical treasures, but often have special uses exclusive to corresponding races, such as inheritance and reproduction.

An Innate Lower Grade Ritual Implement, apart from serving as an Innate Treasure, is often deemed as an essential instrument of a tribe’s heritage, valued even beyond regular Innate Treasures!

This time, when Ning Fan entered the White Bone Cave, he not only took away the Jiuli Clan’s Innate Ritual Implement but also easily snatched several other Ritual Implements of Innate quality.

His harvest was considerable!

Incidentally, among them was an Innate Ritual Implement of the Nightmare Dragon Clan.

Having been aided by Long Sanchui all along, Ning Fan, thankful at heart, generously gifted the Nightmare Dragon Clan’s Innate Ritual Implement to Long Sanchui.

Being someone with a plethora of treasures, he actually wasn’t impressed by ordinary Innate Lower Grade Treasures anymore, let alone not being a genuine Nightmare Dragon, to whom the Nightmare Dragon Clan’s Ritual Implement would be less significant.

But Long Sanchui was different. With this Ritual Implement, he could gather numerous dragon concubines and continue the lineage!

"Haha! I can finally have descendants! With this Ritual Implement, I’ll definitely marry ten or eight dragon concubines, and have a swarm of little Nightmare Dragons!" Long Sanchui exclaimed excitedly.

Cultivation is an act of defying the heavens; the deeper one’s cultivation, the harder it becomes to naturally conceive children through union.

The cultivation world is filled with True Immortals who live a solitary life, not because they are averse to women, but because it is difficult to have children.

The cultivation world has specialized secret techniques for seeking progeny, and there are also rare resources that can avoid the need for male-female union and directly nurture life.

However, if one reaches the level of an Immortal Emperor, it becomes almost impossible for any secret technique to assist in conceiving offspring at that level.

If not for such limitations, given the Immortal Emperor’s long-lived experiences, they could easily have thousands of children, which would be quite terrifying...

If an Immortal Emperor of a special race possesses an ancestral innate sacrificial artifact, there’s a certain chance of successfully seeking offspring through a ritual...

To proliferate progeny.

"Children, huh..."

Seeing Long Sanchui so delighted over such matters, Ning Fan was slightly surprised, then chuckled.

He then took out a Grey Tear Key from his bosom, attempted to communicate with it, and felt an ineffable sense of regret.

Previously, this key could converse with Ning Fan, even if Ning Fan did not understand communication with all things.

Now, this key no longer emitted any sound, nor would it tell Ning Fan that ’You do not know me.’

Nor would it call Ning Fan "little butterfly" anymore.

Listening to the key’s heart, one could only hear repetitive words.

"I am tears, tears..."

No, you’re a key, alright?

"I am tears, tears..."

Alright, if you say you’re the Sword Ancestor’s tears, that makes sense. The Sword Ancestor once turned his own tears into the Tianhuang Giant Gate’s Key...

"I am tears, tears..."

The Sword Ancestor vanished, it’s a pity, and makes one discontented...

"I am tears, tears..."

So noisy...

"I am tears, tears..."

"I am tears, tears..."

"Tears..."

Long Sanchui insisted on dragging Ning Fan to a precarious building, a hundred feet dangerous spot, to drink ancient wine.

As a result, Long Sanchui’s astonishing alcohol tolerance managed to get Ning Fan, who also had a notable capacity, drunk...

There are always some unnamed emotions that require powerful alcohol to forget.

Or perhaps, to no longer hold on...

...

Seven days later, Ning Fan bid farewell to Long Sanchui, departing from Long Sanchui’s Stone Flame Dragon Cave.

Along with him left a three-no-girl, expressionless, wearing all black, with black cat ears on her head.

"Master, aren’t we playing here with Uncle Long anymore? By the way, Black Evil has already grown up, Black Evil can do all kinds of things with Master now, can bear many little masters for you... When will Master favor Black Evil."

"You’ve just reached adulthood, don’t let your head be filled with propagation matters, you’ve been influenced by Long Sanchui! Remember, stupidity is contagious!"

Ning Fan felt a slight headache.

"So, Master, where are we going now."

"Leaving Three Flames, but before departing, we might as well settle a small score."

"Master, you mean the Stone Flame Meng Family?"

"Smart."

Everywhere in the Meng Family, there were joyful banquets and red lanterns.

Today was the day Meng Family’s old ancestor Meng Baixiong was marrying a concubine.

Guests came one after another to offer congratulations, but some insiders knew the truth.

The Meng Family was about to decline!

First, Meng Family’s Demon Child mysteriously perished, causing the Stone Flame Master to severely reprimand the Meng Family, signaling a loss of trust from the Stone Master.

Then, Meng Baixiong left the clan land, disappeared somewhere, and when he returned, it was said he was chased back by the Flame Ancestor’s Golden Palm Command...

Although he didn’t die on the spot, he was gravely injured beyond recovery, with his end approaching within a few decades...

A generation of Great Emperors nearing their fall evokes regret and sighs.

Yet there are more people clapping their hands in joy.

Meng Baixiong spent a lifetime alone, without wife or child. Near death, he suddenly thought of marrying a concubine to leave a bloodline in the world.

It’s a good thought.

But the actual action is somewhat absurd.

Meng Baixiong didn’t marry one concubine but took a hundred at once, mostly from families affiliated with the Meng Family.

Who would be willing to marry their family’s direct daughters into the declining Meng Family? Especially to this old man Meng Baixiong, who was about to die. What good is an Immortal Emperor? If he dies, everything is void!

Moreover, once Meng Family declines, these affiliated forces will mostly abandon them and seek new patrons, further involvement with Meng Family would cause trouble...

The Meng Family made many enemies in Stone Flame.

As long as Meng Baixiong was alive, those enemies wouldn’t act, but if Meng Baixiong died...

"Ancestor, you forcibly demanded the affiliated forces to offer their daughters to you as concubines, which has already caused a massive uproar amongst the powers. I hope you’ll reconsider. If you relent now, the situation might still be remedied..." The current head of the Meng family advised Meng Baixiong.

"Foolish! I am marrying the daughters of various powers merely to find a way out for the declining Meng family. With ties to so many forces, even if I turn to dust, you juniors should be able to barely maintain the family amidst the Stone Flame’s cracks! Stop advising, summon the master of ceremonies, and hold the ceremony!"

Suppressing the deathly pallor on his face, Meng Baixiong forced a hint of crimson onto his cheeks, donning the wedding attire with the help of the maids.

When he arrived at the ceremonial hall, over a hundred women with red veils simultaneously cast a trace of resentment towards Meng Baixiong.

They hated Meng Baixiong for forcibly marrying them!

They hated that their lifelong happiness was about to become a calculation of this dying old man!

"Master of ceremonies, can the wedding ceremony commence?" Meng Baixiong feigned composure, asking coldly.

"Ancestor, please wait a moment, some esteemed guests from major clans have yet to arrive."

"Which forces are absent..." Meng Baixiong furrowed his brow. Nearing his end, many forces were reluctant to get involved with the Meng family. It was likely not due to tardiness but an outright refusal to attend...

Hmph! Those opportunistic scoundrels!

"Missing are Huanghua Valley’s Meng family, Zi Liu River’s Ji family, the Stone Flame bodyguard chief Sir Yuan Lang, Quasi-Emperor Loose Cultivator Wang Gu, and still missing..."

"Still missing Ning Fan."

Within the ceremonial hall, suddenly an uninvited guest broke through dozens of layers of Meng family defenses, slaughtered hundreds of armored men, and arrived through blood!

The entire ceremonial hall was immediately thrown into chaos!

Because the enemy invading the Meng family was a ghost-faced, silver-haired cultivator!

"Ghost... ghost-faced silver hair! It’s that madman who destroyed the Meng family and invaded the Bone Mountain Range!"

"This person has forcibly entered the Meng family with ill intentions! What should we do!"

"This individual can even kill Hex Zu; half-dead Meng Baixiong surely isn’t his match!"

"Under such fame, Meng family calamity is here!"

Ning Fan stood silently at the ceremonial hall entrance, yet imposed a grand presence as vast as heavenly might upon everyone!

His white robes and silver hair starkly contrasted with the joyous crimson of the scene!

What is heaven!

The True Immortals present were all taken aback, for Ning Fan’s presence seemed to replace the heavenly forces here, posing a fatal threat to them!

Even Meng Baixiong, a Celestial Emperor, in his weakened state, could barely withstand Ning Fan’s aura, feeling both shocked and angry, he forced himself to appear imposing.

"Who exactly are you! First, you destroyed Hex family, then invaded the Bone Mountain, committed chaotic deeds in Wood Flame and Vacant Flame, and now you cause trouble at my Stone Flame Meng family, do you truly disregard the Three Flames’ cultivators?"

"What if I do acknowledge them, and what if I don’t?"

"Presumptuous brat!" Meng Baixiong erupted in anger, as did many in the audience who held Stone Flame in high regard.

Despite his reputation, Meng Baixiong dared not directly strike Ning Fan. He slightly calmed down, calling upon some other forces’ Immortal Venerables and Immortal Kings present.

"Why do you all hesitate, quickly join me to slay this demon! My Stone Flame Master placed a heavy bounty on him! He’s just an Immortal Venerable, if we unite, we can certainly kill him here, why hesitate to earn such great merit, showing a little daughter’s demeanor!"

He intended to drag numerous forces, whether friend or foe, into this chaotic battle!

In the audience, a large number of Stone Flame powerhouses, after analyzing the pros and cons, responded to Meng Baixiong’s call and glared angrily at Ning Fan.

Yet, many prudent individuals, hesitatingly, distanced themselves from the Meng family crowd, preferring to observe for a while.

"Hmph! Who exactly are you! Daring to act like this in Three Flames yet hiding your head and showing your tail, are you truly bold or cowardly!" Meng Baixiong sneered.

"Meng Baixiong, you actually ask who I am, have you forgotten who injured you to such a state? The taste of the Flame Ancestor’s Palm Command isn’t pleasant, is it?" Ning Fan remarked with a faint smile.

With a single sentence, Meng Baixiong stood there stunned, full of disbelief.

Was the ghost-faced cultivator stirring up the storm in the entire Three Flames actually...

That foreign cultivation junior?

Impossible!

That foreign cultivation junior couldn’t possibly impose such pressure on him! This cannot be true!

"Hmph! No need for nonsense, regardless of who you are, having come here to the Meng family to cause trouble today, you can’t leave alive! Purification Immortal Cauldron, collect this child for me!"

Meng Baixiong snorted coldly, spitting out a golden light, pressing it towards Ning Fan.

The scene immediately burst into astonished exclamations.

"It’s an Innate Treasure!"

"It is the renowned treasure of the Meng family ancestor!"

"It’s the Purification Cauldron known for collecting all things!"

"Can this foreign cultivator withstand its innate might!"

On that day, Ning Fan had suffered losses under Meng Baixiong’s Purification Cauldron and had his four Arhat Pine flying swords swallowed by it.

But now...

Boom!

With a single punch, wielding sheer physical strength, the mighty Purification Cauldron was sent flying!

The vast wind pressure immediately made the surrounding cultivators unsteady, with countless stumbling and falling!

The entire ceremonial hall, under this wind pressure, had its structure collapse, and as the punch’s ripples spread, all tens of thousands of buildings of the Meng family began to collapse!

"The Purification Cauldron, nothing more." Ning Fan sneered.

An endless gasp echoed, even Meng Baixiong himself was deeply aghast!

"This boy actually used his physical body to withstand the might of an Innate Treasure! How is this possible!"