Accidentally invincible!

"Cough, cough!"

Lin Fan clutched his chest, feeling as if something was blocking it. He hammered his chest a few times and spat out a blood clot, showing a look of relief.

"Almost suffocated to death."

His current condition was quite dire.

His injuries were severe.

Even though his physical body was incredibly resilient, it was still covered in blood-streaks of varying lengths. In some areas, the ghastly white of bone was already visible.

Fortunately, with the help of his Innate Divine Ability and the secret technique Ancestor Dragon Floating Body.

His physical body was continually regenerating.

The Eternal Divine Furnace glowed crimson and trembled faintly. Despite sustaining such a blow, it remained intact—proving that its rank was extraordinarily high and far from ordinary.

Just as he suspected.

The will of the Eternal Immortal Venerable would never allow anyone to destroy this treasure.

However, he wasn't sure if that strand of will still existed.

As his hand touched it, he abruptly withdrew his fingers, which had turned charred black. The furnace burned him—it was terrifying to witness such a phenomenon.

The Dragon Emperor stared at Lin Fan in shock.

Not dead?

Faced with such terrifying power, he managed to survive? It was simply unbelievable.

"Dragon Emperor, his injuries are severe. If we strike now, we can definitely kill him."

Adhering to the principle of attacking while the enemy is weak.

The demonic experts all shared the thought of eliminating Lin Fan.

Killing intent!

Lin Fan felt the overwhelming killing intent emanating from the demons. Clearly, in light of his grievous injuries, they now saw an opportunity to end his life.

Indeed, it was frightening.

"Everyone, this fight truly showed no honor on your part. You demonic creatures relied on hidden masters to attack me, trying to kill me. But alas, their strength was somewhat lacking—it didn't seem to amount to much."

"In the future, I hope you smarten up. If you dare harm mortals again, I'll make sure to kill you personally without hesitation."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Lin Fan bolted away.

His condition was undoubtedly affecting him significantly. If he were to engage in battle with them now, he wouldn't gain any advantage and might even face unforeseen disaster.

Did he think of himself as invincible across the continents?

These demonic experts were no soft targets; their methods were exceedingly ruthless.

"Chase him!"

The Dragon Emperor had no intention of letting Lin Fan escape so easily.

What ensued was a desperate chase.

Half a month later.

News of Lin Fan infiltrating the demons' lair spread throughout the cultivation realm.

Some members of the Demon Path exclaimed that Lin Fan was righteous and that they had misunderstood him in the past. Yet, their disdain for the major sects of the Immortal Path remained unchanged.

"Damn it!"

Faced with such a situation, you all stayed indifferent? You should've sided with us and jointly resisted these demonic attacks!

Some demonic cultivators who had experienced the ferocity of the demons were genuinely terrified.

Setting aside the top experts—

Even the sheer numbers of those demons were enough to scare one to death. Human Clan cultivators falling into their midst would likely be annihilated entirely.

In a desolate forest.

A figure descended from the sky and concealed itself among the trees.

"That was insane."

After being hunted for more than ten days, Lin Fan had barely managed to escape. Never underestimate those eager to kill you; their resolve at that moment was astonishingly firm.

Led by the Dragon Emperor, dozens of top experts pursued him relentlessly.

Merely imagining the situation showed how perilous it had been.

"Just wait."

He marked the Dragon Emperor and his entourage in his heart. Once he recovered enough, he would return and properly deal with them.

Still, he didn't dare become complacent.

He had initially thought the cultivation realm was merely so-so—there were, indeed, powerful beings, but the number of threats to his life didn't seem excessive.

But now...

He had realized the truth.

Don't assume that the cultivation realm's top experts, who hadn't ascended to immortality, posed no real threat. Many hidden figures existed, haunting the shadows like ghosts, their actions unpredictable.

Seemingly absent most of the time.

At critical moments, their methods were more terrifying than anyone else's.

"Where is this?"

He surveyed his surroundings. Being chased fiercely, he hadn't been paying attention to his escape route. He merely chose paths that were easier to travel and might have arrived at an unknown location.

Retrieving the Eternal Divine Furnace.

The furnace had returned to normal, its searing heat gone. He touched it lightly.

The will of the Eternal Immortal Venerable still lingered within, but it was far weaker now.

By "weaker," he didn't mean it was genuinely feeble.

Considering the existence of the Eternal Immortal Venerable—even a sliver of that will could annihilate all the top experts in the cultivation realm.

This was why the Eternal Divine Furnace must remain untouched, and he absolutely couldn't allow any deep connection with it. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Of course.

That sliver of will wouldn't awaken unless the furnace itself faced a crisis. Essentially, it had become his trump card for survival.

Shu!

At that moment.

A sharp sound pierced the air.

Lin Fan frowned and raised his hand to catch a stone spear. He wondered if he had been discovered again, but the energy radiating from the spear was not demonic.

Rustle, rustle!

Movements stirred around him.

Shortly after, several burly men wrapped in animal hides with copper-hued skin emerged.

Each exuded an aura of brute ferocity.

Mountain savages?

Seeing them, Lin Fan's first thought was of primitive hunters.

Clad in animal skins, armed with stone spears, they roared at the sight of wild beasts, hurled their spears, pierced the creatures, and then danced joyously around the prey.

That was the vibe they gave off.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, a burly man armed with a stone spear watched Lin Fan warily, the weapon faintly glowing as if ready to strike at the first sign of hostility.

Lin Fan replied, "I was being chased and passed through this area. I mean no harm. And who are you?"

The man didn't answer but whispered with those around him.

Whisper, whisper.

Soon.

The man said, "This is the Source Tribe. We are warriors of the tribe. If you need help, you may come back with us to the tribe. We have the best healers to treat your injuries."

"Thank you. I appreciate the offer." Lin Fan cupped his hands in salute. While he didn't necessarily need their aid, he was deeply curious about these people.

At the same time, something about them shocked him.

Their conditions resembled those of a situation he'd encountered before—a problem he couldn't resolve and had eventually abandoned.

[Source Witch: Immortal Martial Fifth Realm]

[Possibility of dropping: ...]

No Spirit Root.

Indeed, these people had no Spirit Root yet could cultivate—often quite successfully.

Why had he never encountered such individuals before?

Not even ancient texts documented this phenomenon.

Moreover, he didn't sense any mana fluctuations from them; on the surface, they seemed like mere strong-willed barbarians.

Lin Fan followed them towards the distant horizon.

He couldn't comprehend it—the distances he had traveled during this half-month-long flight or the kind of terrain he had crossed.

Thinking back carefully.

He had dived through ocean whirlpools and delved into volcanic craters.

Wherever there was a way out, he went in.

Wherever safety beckoned, he followed.

Deep in thought, he suddenly felt an immense vitality radiating from his surroundings—like a scorching sun. It was soothing, enveloping his entire being in warmth and comfort.

Looking up.

A phantom Blood Dragon coiled above the tribe.

It was formed from vitality and blood essence.

Astounding.

"Brother Witch is back."

"Wow, such a big prey..."

A group of children gathered, cheering excitedly at the returning adults and their successful hunt. Each child resembled a tiny warrior, showing not the slightest trace of fragility.

To put it simply.

These children's physical abilities were far superior to those of many newly inducted Immortal Sect disciples.

Clearly molded through rigorous training over a long time.

"Hey!"

"Who's that? He's dressed so differently from us."

"All scholarly and frail-looking—he must be weak."

"Hmph, don't be fooled by his height. One punch from me would put him on the ground for sure."

Children spoke without restraint.

Pure innocence.

Lin Fan surveyed the tribe, utterly astounded. Everyone here appeared to follow the Path of Martial Arts instead of relying on Spirit Roots.

Quite a shocking discovery indeed.

Soon.

An elderly figure approached slowly. Though he appeared frail, Lin Fan sensed a terrifying vitality concealed within him, akin to a slumbering beast awaiting release.

Anyone who underestimated this elder.

Would pay a painful price.

"Chief, we encountered this man outside. He says he was being chased and fled here," the Source Witch respectfully said to the elder.

The elder gazed at Lin Fan with an emotionless expression. "Young man, where do you hail from?"

Lin Fan replied, "The cultivation realm, disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect, Lin Fan."

The people around him looked puzzled upon hearing Lin Fan's introduction. They had no idea what Taiwu Immortal Sect or the cultivation realm was and remained perplexed.

The Source Witch, however, knew about the cultivation realm. His expression shifted slightly, though the chief kept silent, prompting him to remain quiet as well.

The elder smiled faintly. "Ah, a cultivator from the cultivation realm. You must've lost your way here. Source Witch, guide him back and show him the path out. With the abilities of a cultivator, it'll take thirty years to return to the cultivation realm. If you're lucky enough to encounter a whirlpool, you may return in the blink of an eye."

Thirty years?

Lin Fan felt his mind explode.

Flying for thirty years to return? By then, it'd all be irrelevant.

But when the elder mentioned the whirlpool, Lin Fan came to the realization—it was that ocean whirlpool he'd encountered that had allowed him to escape the demons' pursuit and end up here.

Entering that whirlpool should indeed allow him to return.

"Please..." The Source Witch didn't ask further questions but courteously gestured.

Lin Fan said, "Chief, I passed by this place and have just one inquiry: The Martial Arts Path, while extraordinary, limits Inner Strength to a hundred years. Yet you walk the path of the Martial Immortal. How is this achieved? Could you share the secret?"

Suddenly.

As soon as he spoke these words.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

The Source Witch looked at Lin Fan in surprise.

Meanwhile, the chief distanced himself from Lin Fan and snapped, "Who are you really? What are your intentions for coming here?"

The situation turned hostile.

It was entirely inexplicable.

Lin Fan hadn't even grasped what he had said wrong for them to react so strongly.

All the tribesmen treated him as a threat, preparing for battle.

Lin Fan was bewildered.

Did I say something wrong?

Was it really necessary to be this alarmed?