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In a desolate place, Lin Fan slapped a demon to the ground.

The demon, its entire body fractured, mustered all its strength and roared, "We're just the vanguard! You Human Clan cultivators will be completely devoured by us!"

Maybe roaring these words cost it too much energy, as it promptly died, leaving behind a complete corpse.

"Ah, what a joyful life. If demons didn't come to me on their own, I wouldn't even know where to go looking for these guys."

Lin Fan reflected on the situation of demons leaving the Northern Desolation to create chaos in the Immortal Realm.

He didn't harbor any dissatisfaction.

Everyone desires progress and a better life, but to achieve that, they must be prepared to face strong adversaries.

He took a faint sniff and caught the extremely thick scent of demonic Qi.

Indeed, the Demon Path was truly unfortunate.

To have been beaten into such a state by the demons.

"Alas, while the Demon Path doesn't sound great, what can I do? I, Lin Fan, am a figure of the Immortal Path—it's still necessary to act chivalrously and uphold justice." Lin Fan sighed as he continued his hunt for demons.

At present, his mana had reached an astonishing 160,000 years, making him one of the top powerhouses in the Immortal Realm.

Even the most potent True Immortals would exclaim, "I'm doomed," upon seeing him.

Days passed.

Lin Fan didn't bother questioning why Immortal Path disciples or Demon Clan members hadn't come to aid in the fight against the demons.

Such matters were irrelevant to him.

No matter whether others fought the demons or not.

He had firmly set his sights on them.

The Demon Path folks ought to thank the demons seriously; had the demons not drawn his attention, he would have focused on them instead, and that would have been a truly tragic ordeal.

And while Lin Fan hunted demons...

The demons also held discussions about the matter.

In the Demon Path's territory, within the demons' main stronghold...

The four Demon Emperors and many demon powerhouses gathered together. Their presence ensured the demons had enough might to leave the Northern Desolation.

At that moment, every demon powerhouse had shrunk their bodies.

But their various forms resembled animals in a zoo holding a meeting.

"Recently, a Human Clan cultivator has been slaughtering our demon offspring indiscriminately. This individual absolutely cannot be allowed to live," one demon powerhouse said.

He loathed Lin Fan deeply. Countless demon brethren had died at his hands, and if he were allowed to continue rampaging, the dignity of the demons would be trampled underfoot.

"Who is he?"

"I've heard about him recently too, but his methods are extremely ruthless, leaving no survivors. No one knows who he is."

At that moment, the four Demon Emperors exchanged glances; they already knew his identity.

The Snow Plain Lion King said, "This man is Lin Fan, a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect—an Immortal Path disciple. He once came to the Northern Desolation and clashed with us. This king is very familiar with his aura."

"What? An Immortal Sect disciple?"

"What's going on with the Immortal Sect? Didn't we have an agreement earlier? Are they breaking their promises after all? Humans truly can't be trusted."

To them...

The Demon Path was absolutely incapable of halting their advance.

The four Demon Emperors had all resolved to eliminate Lin Fan. If they let him grow unchecked, it would have significant repercussions on their campaign.

Thus.

It was time to act.

At that moment.

Lin Fan passed through a village, traveling southward. Along the way, he glimpsed his surroundings with a hint of helplessness—everything had been tainted by demonic Qi, and the plants had lost their original color.

Those were plants devoid of souls.

"This..."

When he was slaughtering demons, his mood was joyful—the kind of happiness no ordinary person could understand. Each time an item dropped, it was as if he tasted honey.

But when he passed through this village...

His mood changed for the worse.

The surrounding houses were engulfed in post-fire smoke, a scene of utter chaos—it was as if pillage and slaughter had occurred here.

As he walked through the village, creak—a faint sound reached him. No subtle noise could escape his detection.

Lin Fan arrived at the front of a collapsed house, gently waving his hand to scatter the debris. On the ground, there was a wooden plank that resembled a hidden passage; the sound was coming from within.

Thump, thump!

A frantic knocking echoed, as if someone trapped inside was desperate to escape.

He lifted the wooden plank, revealing a pitch-black passageway. But then, a figure suddenly dashed toward him with alarming speed.

Planning to slap it to death at first, he noticed that the figure was only a young child, barely a few years old.

Something was amiss with this child.

Demonic Qi had invaded its body, completely corrupting it, erasing all traces of humanity. Wherever demons passed, Demonic Qi proliferated—an extremely terrifying force for ordinary people, as without mana to resist it, they could only succumb and be infected.

The child's skin had turned black, its eyes glowing red, roaring angrily and clawing at Lin Fan's robes.

But even infected with Demonic Qi, it remained just an ordinary human.

Nonetheless, its face twisted in grotesque agony, indicating that its infection had caused immense pain during life.

"Poor child."

Lin Fan gently stroked the child's head. What should have been a blooming youth was instead struck by calamity. For mortals, they could only stand helplessly, with no ability to retaliate, mere meat on the chopping block at the mercy of their tormentors.

He extended a single finger.

The enraged child seemed to lose some invisible support, collapsing to the ground.

He unleashed his Innate Divine Ability.

"Lonely Ghost!"

Gradually, many ethereal figures materialized in the surroundings.

This was an ability derived from slaying the Mountain Demon—capable of summoning wandering spirits and gaining control over them.

"Gate of Hell, reincarnation."

Lin Fan waved his hand, summoning cold winds as the sky turned dark. A hellish vision unfolded.

"Be reborn again."

"Without someone to guide you, you'd have no destination. Seeking reincarnation could take eons."

Mortals who perished with unresolved grievances would form roaming spirits after enough time, often used by some cultivators for artifact refining and cultivating divine skills.

If luck allowed, they might encounter benevolent monks or Taoist cultivators willing to grant them deliverance, guiding them back to the path of reincarnation.

Otherwise, they'd drift endlessly as lonely ghosts.

At that moment.

He saw the infected child locate its parents, holding hands as they walked into the cycle of reincarnation. The child even waved at him, seemingly to express gratitude.

Merit descended from heaven.

Lin Fan raised a hand to capture it, flicking it into the Gate of Hell—an act of bribery.

Having cultivated Hell's Yellow Springs.

He could sense Hell's existence. It belonged to an unknown system with an independent framework and terrifyingly powerful entities, though they rarely appeared. Perhaps only upon attaining immortality could one truly enter Hell.

And by offering the merit alongside the wandering spirits, he essentially bribed whatever beings resided within.

"Give them good lives in their next existence."

He said offhandedly.

Unexpectedly, just before the cycle of reincarnation closed, a mist condensed into a single character.

"Alright."

Lin Fan was astonished. Smiling afterward, he marveled at the surprising response—it was quite wondrous.

Next.

His gaze shifted toward the distance, where an overwhelming aura erupted.

"Play is play, and chaos is chaos."

"We're cultivators."

"Battling, killing—that's all fine. But targeting mortals—that's excessively dishonorable."

Bang!

The ground cracked, splitting across miles.

Lin Fan vanished, transforming into a stream of light hurtling across the heavens.

No, this had gone too far.

Demons miserable in the Northern Desolation saw an opportunity to seize better lives—it was warranted. After all, opportunities favor the prepared. But there's got to be a limit.

If there's no bottom line... well, it's time to truly lay down the law.

In the Demon Path's territory, within the demons' stronghold...

After their meeting ended, the demon powerhouses stepped into Immortal Realm lands, their ambitions swelling. This was originally their domain, yet they'd been stuck suffering in the harsh Northern Desolation for so long.

Still, they should extend some gratitude.

Because the harsh conditions had strengthened their innate physiques and abilities—power unrivaled by the Immortal Realm's Human Clan.

At that moment.

Above the main stronghold, in the Heavenly Vault...

Lin Fan hovered with a calm demeanor in the sky. Behind him converged countless Hell Spears. With a single motion, he summoned them together, propelling them fiercely toward the stronghold below.

A terrifying power tore through the Void.

Inside the grand hall, the demon powerhouses felt the overwhelming aura and their faces shifted in alarm.

The Nine-headed Demon Ape roared and vanished from the grand hall. Reappearing outside, he stared at the descending Hell Spears and bellowed, his body growing larger as he punched at the incoming projectiles.

The horrifying force surged forward.

The Nine-headed Demon Ape was shaken by the power, astonished at its intensity. His steps retreated, leaving massive footprints in the ground behind him.

Ultimately, the Hell Spears shattered, and the Nine-headed Demon Ape glared at Lin Fan angrily.

"You dare come here?"

Although a year had passed without seeing each other, the memory of their previous battle was vivid. Despite the combined efforts of the four Demon Emperors, they had failed to capture him—a humiliation they could never forget.

Then, the other three Demon Emperors appeared.

Seeing Lin Fan's arrival, they all looked astonished. To think he dared to come alone!

"So many demons."

Lin Fan felt the potent concentration of demonic Qi in the area. The demons all noticed his appearance, roaring in anger, the sheer pressure immense.

For anyone else, walking into an enemy's stronghold alone would be suicide.

Only Lin Fan had such audacity.

After all, superior skills grant greater courage.

He was already imagining the rewards if he managed to slaughter all these demons—it would be enough to frighten anyone.

"You, as an Immortal Path disciple, why have you come here? We demons are merely reclaiming what is ours—it's rightful. We don't wish to clash with you. Leave," said the Dragon Emperor, wary of Lin Fan's strength. The demons' goal was to occupy the Demon Path's territory, not stir up trouble unnecessarily.

Lin Fan replied, "Whatever you do has nothing to do with me. I kill you, you claim your territory—mutually exclusive."

"But I'm the most kindhearted person you'll meet. As cultivators, we ought to fight amongst ourselves. But targeting mortals? That's too tasteless."

"As a righteous Immortal Path disciple, how could I tolerate such actions?"

"So today, I've come to see what your demons are capable of."

Upon hearing this...

The demons exchanged glances.

Listen...

Does this even sound like something a human would say?