Accidentally invincible!

"You want to run, don't you?"

"I've been playing along with your posturing this whole time, and now you're trying to escape? Doesn't it feel like all the flashy nonsense you pulled earlier has completely gone up in smoke?"

Lin Fan swung the Mixed Element Golden Gourd, unleashing a burst of golden light that slammed into Qin Muyang, sending him flying backward in a bloody mess. Blood sprayed uncontrollably from his mouth—there was no doubt that he was wearing Dao Armor.

Otherwise, there was no way this could happen.

People these days.

They really do cling to their lives.

Think about how domineering Lin Fan was. Ever since his mana reached the fifteen thousand-year mark, he hadn't needed Dao Armor to protect himself. If enemies could land a serious blow on him, they might as well try their luck.

It was just that simple.

He even gave them hope, but if they didn't cherish it, then that was their problem.

Bah!

Qin Muyang turned away, his expression sour, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He glared furiously at Lin Fan, his ten fingers weaving seals. As he formed the seals, Crocodile God Island began to tremble violently, as though some ancient beast trapped in its depths was about to awaken.

Roar!

A deafening roar shook the Heavenly Vault, resounding across heaven and earth.

The Crocodile God, once slain by Qin Muyang, reappeared.

The Crocodile God was massive, its body emanating a black aura filled with resentment. Though it had been killed by Qin Muyang, time had only caused its grudge to fester and grow, especially since the one who slew it had lived atop its corpse, amplifying its fury to terrifying levels.

"Kill him for me!"

Qin Muyang yelled.

He knew the Crocodile God's power. Back when he had killed it, it had cost him dearly. He had nearly been counter-killed, and if not for his earlier advantage, the outcome would have been disastrous.

Thus, even though the Crocodile God was already dead, the accumulation of its resentment over time had rendered it even more fearsome than before.

Lin Fan stood unmoving.

He could sense it.

The Crocodile God's resentment came from its unwillingness to accept its fate.

It made sense… a demon king among monsters, felled, its Divine Soul extracted and refined, then imprisoned to serve its slayer.

Anyone would feel enraged.

"Crocodile God, though you are a demon, I can sense your unrest. Let me send you away."

As his words fell.

The Heavenly Vault shifted, a mysterious aura enveloping the world. The splendor of Hell blossomed in the skies as he prepared to guide souls back to Hell.

"This divine skill..."

Qin Muyang noticed that something was off. This technique seemed to counteract the Crocodile God he had killed.

As he stood there dumbfounded.

A Gate of Hell materialized, revealing stairs beyond it. The staircase was made of ancient, unadorned materials, displaying the weight of time and the careworn dignity it carried.

Faintly.

Someone from beyond the stairs appeared to be calling, pulling at the Crocodile God's Divine Soul.

"Go now, go now."

Lin Fan channeled his mana, and although Qin Muyang tried to manipulate the Crocodile God's Divine Soul to resist, the Yellow Springs of Hell had a significant advantage in drawing forth entities filled with resentment.

Thus.

His control over the Crocodile God grew weak.

"No..."

Qin Muyang growled in defiance, helplessly watching as the Crocodile God's Divine Soul floated toward the gate, unable to stop it.

Hell Origin washed over the Crocodile God.

The beast's Divine Soul regained a fragment of rationality.

Memories of its past resurfaced in its mind.

When its gaze fell upon Qin Muyang, flames of boundless anger burned within its eyes.

Yet just as it was about to enter the Hell Gate and achieve true liberation, it said nothing. Instead, it nodded toward Lin Fan.

Demonic monsters and human cultivators held grudges that were not easily dissolved.

But because Lin Fan had freed it, the Crocodile God felt a sense of gratitude toward him.

Without further delay, it stepped into the portal.

With a thunderous boom.

The gate closed.

The anomalies within the heavens disappeared.

Everything returned to how it had been.

Qin Muyang stood dazed in place, unable to comprehend how things had unfolded like this.

This wasn't at all what he had imagined.

Lin Fan looked at him with a smirk, "How about it? If you've got any tricks left, now's the time. I thought the Crocodile God you killed would cause me real trouble, but I didn't expect it to end like this."

"Doesn't it feel like a total waste?"

Of course, this was clearly rubbing salt in the wound.

To Qin Muyang, his heart was now a frozen void.

How had it come to this?

But he didn't have time to dwell on it now.

Escape!

He had to flee.

The opponent wielded an Immortal Treasure, and the greatest safeguard of Crocodile God Island had been unraveled.

If he continued to tangle with Lin Fan.

There would be no gains left to reap.

He wasn't the type to die stubbornly for the sake of so-called dignity.

Fight him head-on? He had been killed more times than he could count.

Qin Muyang didn't hesitate, bolting immediately. His speed was terrifying, but just as he looked back, a blinding light struck without mercy, smashing through his protective shield of mana and crushing into his back.

Thump!

With a sharp spat, blood gushed from his lips.

"Don't run, weren't you full of grand ideas?" Lin Fan thought killing a True Immortal Realm powerhouse was incredibly challenging.

It was far from simple.

Every True Immortal Realm master had countless tricks up their sleeves.

Profound and immeasurable.

Wanting to eliminate them outright? Impossible unless they gave up their will to escape.

"Don't be so arrogant!"

Qin Muyang roared with fury, though his pace of fleeing didn't slow. He even retrieved a Dao Artifact, shaped like a spindle, radiating light and vibrating faintly against the Void.

It was a speed-enhancing Dao Artifact.

He planned to use it to tear through the Void and vanish as fast as possible.

Lin Fan didn't stop his attacks. Immortal Techniques and divine skills rained down relentlessly. The Mixed Element Golden Gourd gleamed brightly, weaving the Immortal Dao Laws into deadly strikes that chased after him.

"Arrogant or not, do you really need me to tell you? Stop running—losing is just death. You've cultivated to such heights, when will you learn to let it go?"

Bang!

Qin Muyang sustained heavy injuries.

His mana was quaking internally.

Blood boiled fiercely in his veins.

From his perspective, Qin Muyang had never imagined the might of an Immortal Treasure to be so overwhelming.

Whoosh!

And in the blink of an eye.

Qin Muyang vanished from sight.

"Damn shame, he actually escaped," Lin Fan said, visibly disappointed. He glanced down at the little infant in his arms—the one Qin Muyang had so fiercely pursued—as if her existence posed a complicated challenge for others.

Though now it didn't matter.

"Time for another payday."

Lin Fan's gaze swept over Crocodile God Island. As Qin Muyang's domain, there were bound to be treasures stashed here. Why else would anyone want to rule an island?

Soon enough.

Lin Fan ransacked the place thoroughly. There was indeed a treasure vault, but it wasn't as lavish as he had hoped. Still, there were prizes.

So the trip wasn't in vain.

Spirit Stones were scarce, totaling only a few million.

It seemed the majority of Spirit Stones were on Qin Muyang himself. There were also several Dao Artifacts lying around, though their energy didn't align with Qin Muyang's aura.

Clearly, these were pilfered from others.

Looting.

That's what it was.

No doubt about it.

Lin Fan then turned to the infant and said gently, "Little girl, do you not get tired from all this nonstop biting? Follow me; you won't have to worry about fear or hunger. You'll eat your fill, stay warm, and all I ask in return is that you try to change your temperament."

No choice.

And naturally.

The little infant bit down even harder in response.

After confirming Crocodile God Island had nothing valuable left to offer, Lin Fan swung his palm down, sinking the island into the depths with a single strike.

Far away.

Qin Muyang was tending to his injuries. When he sensed the destruction of Crocodile God Island, his face twisted darkly, growing so furious he nearly forgot himself. Even a stream of foul words couldn't suppress his internal wildfire.

But his wounds were grave.

The power of the Immortal Treasure was overwhelming.

His mana had already been inferior to Lin Fan's, and his lack of treasures left him vulnerable, ensuring his defeat.

What a pity.

If he'd managed to acquire that baby girl, his cultivation would've skyrocketed, his forces vastly strengthened. A source as potent as her could even be refined into a treasure to rival Immortal Treasures.

Now, none of that mattered anymore.

Every possibility had been shattered.

Once he recovered, he vowed to personally visit the Northern Desolation.

A year passed.

Lin Fan nearly spat blood from exasperation, but he didn't dare stop, continuously traversing the Void just to make it back faster.

The Northern Desolation, home of demons, was mind-numbingly boring. An endless expanse of sea stretched beyond sight, with not even a shadow of life to break the monotony.

The infant girl in his arms had grown a little.

Originally, he had thought she might start speaking.

But unexpectedly, she remained silent.

All she had done for the entire year was bite his arm, her willpower astoundingly resolute, never loosening her grip. If she applied that same level of determination to cultivation, she'd be a prodigy without equal.

In the distance.

He saw towering city walls stretching far into the horizon, adorned with intricate engravings. Great experts had erected arrays here that formed a protective barrier, likely to guard against lurking demons.

As he looked below.

He saw many young disciples traveling in groups, venturing out to hone themselves.

He slowed his steps, walking peacefully through the Void.

Meanwhile, some of the disciples noticed his silhouette floating above and gazed at him with envy. Although they couldn't make out his features clearly, they could tell he was very young.

Such a youthful age matched with such cultivation—it was hard not to admire him.

"Looks like this is the boundary line between the Demons and the Cultivators' realms. With so many disciples here for their trials, it's clear they're targeting demons."

Thanks to its proximity to the Cultivators' realm.

The demons in the surrounding area weren't very strong. Hence, it became a favored spot for cultivators seeking experience.

He recalled the records he had read.

This place had existed for a long time.

Once, several supreme experts had established this defensive zone. In earlier times, it had been impenetrable to demons, but over the years, the arrays had developed minor flaws.

Weaker demons could slip through.

Yet Demon Kings, those at the Void Realm, remained unable to cross this defensive line.

Then.

He caught sight of a city in the distance.

The city wasn't particularly large but wasn't small either. What shocked Lin Fan was that the city seemed covered by a tangible aura of fate and fortune.

"Huh! How unusual."

He had seen countless cities before, but none of those cities possessed such an aura. Yet here stood one cloaked in considerable destiny.

That was intriguing.

The only explanation.

Was the presence of an exceptional individual—a figure brimming with great fortune.

Every cultivator possessed some degree of fortune and immortal affinity, but the distribution varied. Some cultivators had fortunes so meager that even with rigorous practice, their achievements relied solely on hard work and perseverance.

But for those gifted with immense fortune, their paths of cultivation seemed paved with ease.

Danger never claimed them.

They inevitably found treasures during their journeys.