Accidentally invincible!

Lin Fan carefully investigated the surroundings.

There was no discovery at all.

The Old Corpse Demon did not establish a sect. He referred to himself as the Sect Hierarch, yet had no disciples. One had to admit, it was quite peculiar.

Next up.

He needed to continue searching for his targets. The matter of a group of powerful beings ascending couldn't be concealed for long; it would soon be exposed.

When that happened, chaos would undoubtedly erupt.

Several days later.

The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion leaked a piece of news.

A group of powerful cultivators had encountered a mysterious figure in a Forbidden Land and were forcibly sent to ascend through tribulation.

When this news broke, many were dumbfounded, yet there were also those who found it inconceivable.

To think such a formidable character existed within the Forbidden Land.

To forcibly make others undergo tribulation and ascend.

It was quite enigmatic.

But more people were excited—some even breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Lin Fan wasn't the only one in the world with enemies everywhere.

At least the Old Ancestor of Lingnan was quite pleased.

After selling off a Divine Medicine and earning a hefty sum of Spirit Stones, he'd used them to purchase a Dao Artifact, fully arming himself. In an instant, he transformed from a beaten cultivator into a mighty figure who fought anyone he met.

During this time, he naturally offended quite a few people.

Even though he was equipped with a Dao Artifact, he was still no match for some individuals. So, in the end, he was forced to hide everywhere, fearing his enemies would come after him.

Until he heard that many powerful cultivators from the Demon Path and Demon Clan were forcibly made to ascend through tribulation.

His heart was filled with excitement.

This was practically divine protection!

The Old Ancestor of Lingnan was itching to stir up trouble once more. From his battles, he had come to understand one principle: to achieve wealth and prosperity, one must fight.

After every battle, the rewards were immense.

At this moment.

In a mysterious yet grand location high above the clouds, the place exuded an ancient aura of mystery.

On the steps leading to the heavens, two figures appeared.

These two figures seemed blurred, yet they were undeniably real. To those they passed by, it felt as though some invisible force had suppressed them, making them bow their heads and avoid even glancing at the duo.

The two mysterious figures were clearly familiar with this location, reaching their destination in the blink of an eye.

"Holy Master."

"Holy Master."

The two figures respectfully addressed an elder seated cross-legged atop a massive boulder. Only after receiving acknowledgment did they sit down on either side.

"There's news from the outside world that some of the powerful cultivators from the Demon Path and Demon Clan encountered a mysterious figure in a Forbidden Land and were forcibly sent to ascend through tribulation," said an elder with red hair.

He was the Old Ancestor of the Flying Immortal Mountain.

The other was the Old Ancestor of Ao Wu Mountain.

Their factions were hidden from the world. They never interacted with external sects and belonged to family-based powers.

Yet even these two Old Ancestors dared not show a shred of disrespect to the elder on the boulder, as if they were underlings.

The Holy Master sitting cross-legged atop the boulder slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was as profound as the stars.

"All these years of seclusion, we've been waiting for this moment."

"The numbers of Demon Path and Demon Clan mighty beings have dwindled, so it's time for us to emerge."

"The purpose of founding Flying Immortal Mountain and Ao Wu Mountain was to prepare for this moment."

The Holy Master had already formulated a plan in his heart.

He had simply been waiting for an opportunity. Now that it had come, it was time for them to act.

"Wushuang…"

The Holy Master spoke slowly.

In an instant, a stream of light streaked in from afar, followed by the arrival of a figure.

The two elders cupped their fists and said, "Young Master…"

Yet soon, their expressions turned utterly shocked and incredulous. "Holy Master, the Young Master, he…"

They had always believed Sheng Wushuang was still at the Eighth Level of the Eternal Life Void Realm.

But now they realized this was far from the truth.

Sheng Wushuang's aura was mysterious and vast, seemingly endless, akin to an ocean. It was impossible to fathom its depth.

"There's no need for the two of you to be surprised. It was merely a fateful encounter," Sheng Wushuang stated indifferently.

And he spoke of this so casually, as if acquiring such a gift was akin to picking up a mundane object, utterly unremarkable in his eyes.

In just one year.

Sheng Wushuang had elevated his cultivation to such an astounding level. It was unimaginable what sort of celestial opportunity he had encountered to progress so swiftly, a speed that surpassed centuries of hard cultivation of others.

To Sheng Wushuang, however.

His greatest enemy in this lifetime was Lin Fan.

This detestable man had dealt him a major blow.

"Wushuang, it's time for our Sacred Land to reenter the world. Go out and make your mark—for the Sacred Land, blaze a trail," the Holy Master commanded.

"Understood." Sheng Wushuang brimmed with confidence.

His eyes gleamed brightly.

Ever since obtaining his celestial opportunity, he had been tirelessly cultivating. The encounter had transformed him into a True Immortal expert, his power skyrocketing at an extraordinary pace. He could hardly contain the swelling pride within.

He yearned to roam the world, making everyone realize the sheer might of Sheng Wushuang.

In his eyes, the so-called talents of great sects were nothing but trash and worthless fools.

The two elders watched Sheng Wushuang's receding figure with expressions of amazement, still unable to process what they had witnessed.

"This rate of growth… is beyond belief."

"How can anyone even survive in comparison?"

Possessing the Kunpeng Immortal Body alone was already enough to inspire envy. Now, with a celestial opportunity under his belt, he had become a True Immortal expert. How was the younger generation supposed to compete?

Although this transformation wouldn't have been possible without the Sacred Land's support.

Even with all the backing in the world.

It was inseparable from Sheng Wushuang's innate talent.

After departing the Sacred Land, Sheng Wushuang roamed through the void. His bearing had shifted significantly over the past year. Once arrogant and dismissive of others, his current aura was oppressive to the extreme, palpable even from afar.

...

Since slaying the Three Corpses, Lin Fan had been heading toward the Red Dust Demon Sect. The Demon Ancestor's ascension had sparked in him the intent to act against the sect. Yet he was well aware that the Red Dust Demon Sect's strength was formidable. Even without the Demon Ancestor, it wasn't an easy opponent.

Suddenly.

He sensed activity in the distance.

"Oh! Another clichéd plot unfolding? Looks like an opportunity to uphold justice has arrived."

He didn't dislike such occurrences. In fact, he welcomed them. The feeling of drawing one's sword to help the weak was exhilarating. What thrilled him even more was provoking a crowd of enemies in the process.

In the distance.

Within a dense forest.

A group of disciples from an unknown sect found themselves in a dire situation. They were enveloped in a red mist, their weapons drawn in desperate defense.

Each face was strained, pale with effort, as if they were bearing an excruciating burden.

Outside the mist.

Two men clad in red robes stood, each holding a gourd, channeling their Magical Treasures.

The red mist emanated from these gourds.

"Give up already. With your level of cultivation, breaking the Blood Sand Formation is nothing more than delusional," one red-robed man sneered, his gaze wandering to a woman trapped within the formation, his eyes brimming with unsavory intentions.

She was truly beautiful, with a captivating figure.

If captured, she would be perfect for testing the Furnace Tripod Method.

Yet he knew his junior brother shared similar thoughts, but he didn't mind.

A partner made such endeavors far easier.

"Who… who are you?"

A man trapped within the Blood Sand Formation, sweat dripping from his brow, shouted. Although he was at the Golden Core Realm and wielded a low-grade Spiritual Artifact, it was all he could do to hold on.

Their gourds were extraordinary treasures, their combined power overwhelming.

"Who are we? Once we've captured you, you'll find out soon enough."

With these gourd treasures in hand, they feared no consequences. After all, the treasures had been bestowed upon them by a powerful figure.

Though these treasures were trash to that individual, to them, they were peerless weapons capable of holding their ground even against higher-level opponents.

Just as the two were preparing to take their time dealing with their captives.

A voice echoed from above.

"Standing up for what's right—don't you think encircling others with such treasures is a bit much?"

The two men, caught up in their glee, were so startled they almost jumped out of their skins.

Frantically, they scanned their surroundings.

Searching for the source of the voice.

"Who? Who's hiding out there?"

Panic crept into their hearts.

They had a deep-seated fear of being interrupted at the height of their arrogance. Anyone bold enough to show up was always much stronger than them—a fact they had painfully learned from past encounters.

Soon after.

They saw a figure descending from the sky. Young in appearance, he momentarily eased their anxiety.

Their main fear was always old monsters.

But the youth's next words left them enraged and terrified.

"These two gourds are far too malicious. Left in your hands, they'll only bring about more slaughter. Let me safeguard them for you instead."

One of the red-robed men opened his mouth to shout, only to find the gourd in his hand moving uncontrollably.

"Not good! He's trying to take our treasures!"

They panicked and immediately channeled their mana to regain control over the gourds.

But with their cultivation levels… it was no different from a mantis trying to block a cart.

Utterly futile.

Woosh!

Woosh!

Two streaks of light pierced the air.

All they could do was watch helplessly as the gourds flew out of their hands.

"No…"

The loss of their treasures was agonizing. They slumped to the ground, hands outstretched, eyes filled with desperation as they looked into the sky, hoping to snatch the treasures back, only to grab empty air.

What a nightmare.

Those were our treasures.

How could this stranger just take them?

With the loss of the gourds, the Blood Sand Formation dissipated. Those trapped inside finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Lin Fan.

They too wanted to know who had saved them.

When they saw Lin Fan.

They were astonished.

It wasn't that they recognized Lin Fan; rather, they were struck by his youth. He appeared alarmingly young—not immature, but brimming with a heroic air, far removed from the guise of an aged cultivator masking his youth.

"Who are you? Why did you take our treasures?"

The two red-robed men glared at Lin Fan.

The loss of treasures was a wound that cut to the bone, leaving them in anguish.

"Why did I take your treasures? Does that even require an explanation? Upholding justice, aiding the helpless—those are the duties of we cultivators following the Immortal Path."

Lin Fan replied calmly.