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Chapter 175 - 0172: Too Terrifying

Chapter 175: Chapter 0172: Too Terrifying

"Comfortable, truly comfortable."

"If I had to point out one flaw, it’s that these Netherworld Snakes sometimes drop nothing."

The lack of drops seems related to their cultivation level.

But it doesn’t matter; quantity triumphs over all—let’s speak with numbers.

[You have obtained a Water Spirit Root Fragment.]

[You have gained 30 years of Mana.]

...

Although the drop rate from the Netherworld Snakes is low, their sheer numbers make up for it.

Huh!

Not long after, the Netherworld Snakes in the water pool vanished completely, seemingly retreating into the deepest depths—perhaps terrified of Lin Fan’s slaughter.

Checking the drops.

Water Spirit Root Fragments: 120 pieces.

First Grade Water Spirit Roots: 60 pieces.

Second Grade Water Spirit Roots: 3 pieces.

Mana gained: 632 years.

Now, his Mana has reached a total of 1,563 years, breaking the thousand-year mark.

With such an accumulation of Spirit Root Fragments, some changes occurred—they can be synthesized.

Fuse!

A successful fusion yielded 12 First Grade Water Spirit Roots.

Continue fusing.

First Grade Spirit Roots fused into 7 Second Grade Spirit Roots, with 2 First Grade Spirit Roots remaining.

This feels somewhat like equipment crafting.

Kind of has that vibe.

Fuse 10 Second Grade Water Spirit Roots.

Ultimately fused into one Third Grade Water Spirit Root.

At this moment, his own Spirit Roots have expanded to include four types.

The Metal Spirit Root and Thunder Spirit Root are both First Grade.

The Earth Spirit Root and Water Spirit Root are both Third Grade.

From being a mortal with no Spirit Root to reaching this point—it’s already quite impressive.

"These Netherworld Snakes are truly nice, though way too cowardly. I only killed a few thousand, and now they’re too scared to show up? How pathetic!" Lin Fan’s praise for the Netherworld Snakes remained unchanged, but he couldn’t help criticizing their timidity.

Boom! A deafening roar, an earth-shattering explosion transmitted from afar. Even at such a distance, the sound alone suggested unimaginable terror at the site.

"Trouble stirring, there must be gains."

Lin Fan wasted no time and sped off toward the distant commotion. Though his Mana exceeded the Three God Realm by far, he still had two gods left unmerged. This incident might serve as a chance to attempt merging afterward.

For now, something was happening over there.

He acted like he’d spotted an unmatched beauty, unable to contain his urge to rush over, ready to seize what he could without holding back.

Very quickly.

Arriving at the scene, he saw a massive, withered flower lying to the side, its petals shriveled and stem seemingly shattered by terrifying mana.

Nearby, several True Disciples were gravely injured and sprawled out, their wounds appearing severe. Faint glimmers of light danced over their bodies, indicating they had consumed elixirs or were employing some sort of Immortal Techniques for self-healing.

"Hey, what happened here? Where is everyone?" Lin Fan asked.

Other than these severely wounded individuals, the area had been entirely deserted.

Judging by the surroundings, riddled with craters and destruction, it was apparent an incredibly intense battle had taken place.

One of them abruptly opened his eyes, trembling in shock and fear. "Mad... utterly mad... they’re all killing each other."

"I know they’re mad. Speak clearly," Lin Fan replied impatiently.

"Mad... completely insane..." This man’s eyes were bloodshot, as if haunted by an unimaginable sight. His mental state had clearly suffered severe damage.

Lin Fan raised his hand, delivering a swift pair of slaps to the man’s face, leaving his cheeks flush red. "Focus! Stop repeating ’mad’. Spill the key details—now!"

Though killing these injured folks would have been easy, Lin Fan refrained. As a cultivator, he had to embody righteousness; some people deserved elimination, but others didn’t. These guys hadn’t wronged him—why kill them?

In a law-abiding society, that would make him a psychotic fool.

Right then, Lin Fan noticed a chunk of soil in the distance trembling, and a figure emerged—it was Song Ming, the self-preservation expert.

Sigh!

Thank goodness justice triumphed over evil; otherwise, if word of this spread...

"Lin Daoist Friend, when we initially encountered that demon plant, everyone joined forces to kill it. But who could’ve guessed? After slaying the demon plant, a Dao Artifact erupted with blinding radiance, shooting toward the heavens."

"Upon spotting the Dao Artifact, everyone lost their minds and began grabbing at it. Some struck ruthlessly, and ultimately, the Dao Artifact flew that way. Who knows how many lives will be lost over this artifact."

Song Ming spoke with genuine fear, never expecting one Dao Artifact to completely unhinge the minds of these True Disciples.

To be fair.

Dao Artifacts are incredibly valuable.

Even a lower-grade Dao Artifact is beyond the reach of True Disciples.

Let alone artifacts emerging from the Cave Mansion of a powerful being—which must be far from ordinary.

"Lin Daoist Friend, I’d advise you not to pursue it. Protecting your life is paramount," Song Ming cautioned. When the chaos erupted, he had immediately hidden to watch others fight from the sidelines.

"If you want to protect your life, do it yourself. Farewell."

Lin Fan sped toward the distance.

Song Ming stared at Lin Fan’s disappearing silhouette and shook his head. "Ah, yet another person seduced by a Dao Artifact. None of them grasp the essence of cultivation—living longer leads to gaining more."

He felt satisfied with his journey, having secured one lower-grade Spiritual Artifact and one Fifth Grade Elixir. A fruitful endeavor, indeed.

As for the Dao Artifact? Best left alone.

Who knows how many lives would be wasted over it.

Drawing closer, Lin Fan sensed lingering mana in the air, left behind from an intense battle. Clearly, this was an ongoing pursuit and struggle.

And among the misty scents lingering was a faint trace of blood.

Someone had likely obtained the Dao Artifact and been chased down, wounded in the process, hoping to endure until the Abyss Sea took them away.

But judging by the circumstances, survival seemed unlikely.

"This place is...?"

Lin Fan spotted a narrow gorge ahead, flanked by towering rocks. A shimmering, rainbow-colored barrier hovered at its entrance.

"So, this must be the Forbidden Land the elder mentioned—where time flows unusually fast."

Without hesitation, he stepped into the barrier.

Soon, angry shouts reached his ears.

"The Dao Artifact is mine! Do you truly want me dead?" a man roared, his face flushed in desperation. He hadn’t imagined that seizing the Dao Artifact would drive everyone else into madness, even taking lethal action.

No response came.

Only waves of Immortal Techniques and Divine Skills.

Boom!

The man clutching the Dao Artifact was overwhelmed by the combined attack, utterly unable to withstand the onslaught. His body exploded—blood rained down onto the ground.

Lin Fan was stunned to witness a fellow True Disciple blown apart.

Damn!

Was it really necessary to be this cruel?

I couldn’t even bring myself to kill, yet you lot slay without hesitation? How inconsiderate.

"The Dao Artifact is mine! No one is allowed to take it."

"It’s mine!"

"I was the first to discover the Dao Artifact—it’s tied to my fate! What do you intend to do?"

The True Disciples had entirely lost their rationality for the Dao Artifact. To them, prior ownership meant nothing; securing the artifact was all that mattered.

The allure of a Dao Artifact to True Disciples was tremendous—even sect elders would fiercely vie for one.

Especially since this was the legacy of a True Immortal Realm powerhouse.

Lin Fan held back from acting immediately, observing the scene. He felt unaffected by time’s passage yet noticed his lifespan seemed to be draining rapidly.

Suddenly.

He widened his eyes upon noticing something strange. When the recently slaughtered disciple’s blood hit the ground, it seemed to move with a will of its own, flowing toward a specific direction.

There’s something off.

He rushed over to investigate and discovered a small pit just large enough to crouch through.

"This...? A secret chamber?" Lin Fan glanced around, as if finding something extraordinary.

Up ahead sat a Blood Pool.

The blood flow led straight into it.

What shocked Lin Fan most was the golden skeleton at the pool’s center. The skeleton shimmered with golden light, its surface etched with bloodlines, and most strikingly, it had a radiant, golden talisman clutched to its forehead.

The talisman exuded an immense aura of power.

Clearly a treasure.

Moreover, the skeleton radiated an intimidating presence—it remained fearsome even in death. One could only imagine its terrifying prowess when alive.

Lin Fan couldn’t resist examining the situation further—this whole setup screamed danger.

The Blood Pool likely belonged to a deceased powerhouse.

And that talisman didn’t seem like a seal; it looked more like a supplementary treasure.

What would a dying powerhouse wish for?

To be reborn, without a doubt.

Exactly.

Requiring cultivator blood must mean preparations for resurrection.

"Time for me to step in. This being cannot be allowed to remain—it must be destroyed." Lin Fan reasoned. Even if a True Immortal Realm expert was involved, the current situation seemed manageable; what trouble could a dead being cause him now?

A gamble worth taking.

That Shocking Talisman is mine!

Lin Fan didn’t hesitate, lunging forward to seize the talisman from the skeleton’s forehead.

Crackle!

As Lin Fan approached, a radiant barrier emerged in defense. Upon contact, his Reverse Four Saints Armor activated, shielding him from the barrage.

Then.

The matter hadn’t ended yet.

The skeleton began glowing with ancient Immortal Patterns, forming a terrifying Big Array. Suddenly, a devastating beam of energy erupted—a force so overwhelming that it made Lin Fan’s hair stand on end.

Using its Immortal Bone as a base, it had crafted a shocking array for its resurrection.

Roar!

Lin Fan’s Reverse Four Saints Armor sensed the impending threat, summoning forth the spirits of the Four Saints.

Golden Dragon, Vermillion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise burst forth from Lin Fan’s chest, charging together to collide with the beam of energy.

Under the enormous backlash, Lin Fan was thrown back violently, coughing up blood with shock etched on his face. This was the first time he’d ever been injured while relying on the Reverse Four Saints Armor.

Fortunately, the armor had absorbed most of the impact—without it, he’d have already been reduced to a bloody mist.

"The talisman is in my hands now." Lin Fan tightly gripped the talisman.

Not yet overjoyed.

A horrifying scene unfolded.

The skeleton in the Blood Pool began trembling and wailing, lifting its head as its forehead split open. From the fracture emerged a bizarre light cascade and eerie shadows.

"My Divine Soul... my soul..."

The skeleton spoke in human tones, with golden flames flickering in its hollow eye sockets. Its icy gaze locked onto Lin Fan, seeming intent to memorize him.

"Rebuild my body!"

The Blood Pool roiled into chaos.

Gradually, blood and flesh began forming over the skeleton—it was resurrecting.

"This is terrifying."

Lin Fan, witnessing the process, fled in complete panic, scrambling as he escaped.

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