Chapter 152: Desolation Beneath the Sacred

Chapter 152: Desolation Beneath the Sacred

Lin Fan spoke domineeringly, transforming into a golden rainbow as he stood before the Venerables.

"Heh, just a brat in the Array Formation Realm who managed to sneak in by luck, yet you dare utter such wild words before us. Who gave you the guts!"

The Golden Giant sneered, completely not taking him seriously.

Not only him, but the rest of the Venerables were much the same, revealing mockery and disdain, thinking that this youth must have gone mad.

"Naturally it is this!" Lin Fan chuckled lightly.

As soon as his voice fell, a glittering yellow precious flag crossed the air, lowering Profound Yellow Qi to suppress the entire valley, making it difficult for everyone to move.

"Hum!"

The Profound Yellow Flag shook, terrifying Divine Might sweeping outward.

The Void Realm even produced roaring sounds, the heavens shook, and the surrounding space collapsed, resembling the destruction of the world.

"This… what level of magical treasure is this? So… terrifying!"

The Lihuo Bull Demon was terrified; its ancestral Divine Rank Magical Artifact had dimmed at this moment, its light restrained and unable to exert any effect.

In fact, this was being suppressed.

The Profound Yellow Flag in the sky shone brilliantly, dazzling like ten suns, and it was simply impossible to contend with unless using a weapon of the same level.

Because once a Heavenly God weapon fully awakens, it is equivalent to a strike from a Heavenly God, something that lifeforms below this Realm cannot transcend.

Actually, Lin Fan still had a Cult Master-grade weapon in his hand, which was the glazed pagoda given by Qing Yao, but it seemed to only provide passive defense, and the weapon spirit didn't even pay attention to him on normal days.

Therefore, it was far inferior to the Profound Yellow Flag in terms of usability, as it could unleash as much formidable might as the Divine Power poured into it.

At this moment, all the Venerables only felt themselves as insignificant as ants, unable to resist, making them—who were usually high above—experience a long-lost fear.

"Could that be the legendary… Heavenly God Magical Artifact!" The Holy Feather clan's old woman's voice trembled as she guessed the artifact's grade.

"Oh, not bad. You actually recognize it. It seems your clan has a connection with the Holy Feather clan in the Upper Realm," Lin Fan said calmly.

Some major sects in the Three Thousand Provinces had once left behind Daoist orthodoxies in the Lower Realm Eight Regions, which was not surprising; for instance, the Heaven Mending Sect he belonged to was one such example.

The old woman's pupils shrank sharply as she grasped the hidden meaning in his words, asking, "You come from the Upper Realm?"

Lin Fan did not answer, but the old woman wore a knowing expression, muttering to herself, "It must be so. It is impossible for anyone in the Lower Realm to possess such a Magical Artifact…"

"I'll give you three breaths of time to get lost from here completely, or else you die!" Lin Fan's tone was filled with indifference, his Killing Intent pressing.

"You…"

Hearing this, the Golden Crow, Golden Giant, and other Venerables were extremely furious.

This was a large patch of divine spirit flowers, yet they were going to be monopolized by a mere punk?

The most crucial point was that they, dignified experts of the Venerable Realm, were actually being threatened—it was simply disgraceful!

"Since you are unconvinced, then you can go die!"

Lin Fan waved his large hand, preparing to urge the Magical Artifact and launch a heaven-shaking strike to annihilate everyone.

"Wait, Young Master, this old woman is willing to yield this patch of divine spirit flowers and not participate in the competition."

The Holy Feather clan's old woman stated her position very decisively, knowing that someone capable of bringing such a supreme treasure must have an identity that was definitely not simple and beyond imagination.

At the same time, she harbored a small scheme: for a youth in the Array Formation Realm to drive such a Magical Artifact, he certainly couldn't use it many times; only by scattering would they have a chance.

Lin Fan nodded, looked at the remaining Venerables, and said coldly, "What about you all? Do you want to die or live?"

More than a dozen Venerables looked at each other. Even though they were displeased in their hearts, they recognized the situation and retreated one after another, heading to other places to seek fortune.

"Hehe, the divine spirit flowers are all mine!"

Lin Fan instantly changed his face and chuckled, wildly digging up the precious medicines in the valley, not even sparing the soil.

This place could nurture dense Spirit Medicines, so the soil naturally wasn't ordinary either.

Bringing it back to the Upper Realm would allow him to open up another medicine field.

Next, after sweeping through this valley, he began wandering all over the island, excavating various rare materials.

Don't look at this floating island as small; there were truly quite a few divine objects here, almost to the point where Spirit Medicines could be found everywhere.

"Eight Treasures Qilin!" Lin Fan exclaimed, discovering a purple plant beside a spiritual waterfall, feeling exceptionally excited.

It emitted a glistening purple light and was over a foot long.

Its only two leaves resembled a Qilin's horns, growing with forks, while its roots and stems looked like a Qilin, giving it a peculiar appearance.

And it was also the most special existence among the Primeval Eight Treasures; it was not a bird or beast, but a spiritual plant that would run as soon as it touched the soil, capable of escaping into deep layers and very difficult to capture.

Therefore, it ranked first among the Eight Treasures, able to multiply the efficacy of saint medicines, divine medicines, and others by several times, making it extremely rare in the world.

"Swish!"

Even though he cautiously approached, he still alerted the Eight Treasures Qilin.

At the slightest sign of trouble, it would instantly burrow into the ground and escape, comparable to a spiritualized divine medicine.

"Want to run? Not a chance!"

Lin Fan gave chase, fully displaying the Earth Escape technique, blocking and intercepting it all the way.

It was impossible for him to let this holy treasure slip away right before his eyes.

You must know that within the entire Heaven Mending Sect, only the Cult Master had one.

It was extremely rare and precious, and ordinary Disciples had no qualifications to see its true appearance.

However, the Eight Treasures Qilin ran too fast.

Deep underground, no lifeform could catch up to it, as this was its home turf.

"I refuse to believe you can run out of this island!"

Lin Fan hardened his heart and chased deep into the underground.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, when thousands of feet deep underground, the Eight Treasures Qilin seemed to have crashed into hard rock and paused for a moment, but this also gave Lin Fan an opportunity.

"Finally caught you!" he said smugly, binding it with his large hand and sealing it into a jade box.

But the next moment, the instant he turned his head, he could no longer smile, his face filled with shock and horror, because what the Eight Treasures Qilin had crashed into was not any rock at all, but a pile of white bones.

Beneath the immortal island, white bones were piled high, and the Yin Qi was bone-chilling.

There were simply too many of them, containing the bones of various clan lifeforms, making one's hair stand on end as if the living beings of an entire epoch were buried here.

Moreover, even though long years had passed, some bones still flickered with specks of divine rosy clouds, enough to prove how powerful they were during their lifetimes.

"We have lost… There is no hope for this epoch…"

"I hate this…"

Lin Fan was stunned, seemingly hearing sighs and unwillingness, as if experiencing a hundred lifetimes of Reincarnation, seeing the changes of the Immortals' Ancient era, which was extremely eerie.

He stood silently without moving.

This feeling was very peculiar, and thousands of scenes flashed before his eyes—unfamiliar worlds, unfamiliar lifeforms, and some battle scenes.

In a trance, he saw the firmament shattering and the starry sky being destroyed.

One expert after another fell, smashing onto the ground and staining rivers and mountains red.

"There are emperors dying, there are immortals perishing… Is this what happened during the Immortals' Ancient years?" Lin Fan whispered, feeling slightly puzzled.

Although he knew some things, he was still somewhat dazed.

The scene when the two Realms fought and perished at the end of the Immortals' Ancient era was far more cruel than imagined.

"Dark turmoil… But who could know that this is only the tip of the iceberg, and there are things even more terrifying than this…"

Lin Fan did not continue speaking; some things involved taboos and could not be spoken of.

Furthermore, sometimes knowing too much might not necessarily be a good thing.

Even if one ultimately wins, the process is arduous and must be trodden step by step.

However, seeing the predecessors wither, the Universe fall into ruin, and scene after scene of remaining sights—intense and tragic, desolate and bleak—still filled him with endless emotion…