Chapter 220 Golden Palace

At this moment, everyone was restless, their eyes burning as they stared at the Golden Dao Palace, which was spewing Chaos Qi.

One must know that this was a Supreme treasure back then, belonging to the Purple Sun Sect, a Supreme Artifact with vast and boundless Divine Might.

It was precisely because of it that the sect could flourish more than a hundred thousand years ago, standing tall in the Three Thousand Provinces and becoming one of the few top Dao Lineages.

“Chi!”

A Heavenly God had already made his move, his blade shimmering, causing the surroundings to tremble as he slashed towards that Void Realm, intending to break into the Golden Dao Palace and seize the fortune within.

At the same time, Heavenly Gods from various sects were also unleashing Divine Abilities and powerful Magical Artifacts; it was impossible for them to stand by idly while one person seized the Supreme treasure.

In an instant, Chaos Qi permeated the area, light rain flew, and mist scattered, the powerful Heavenly God's Divine Might turning the mountains and forests into dust, causing countless people to tremble.

“It’s not simple; there’s a qiankun bag inside the ancient palace, and even a Heavenly Eye can’t see through it. It only occasionally spews out auspicious mist, but it can be determined that there must be treasures hidden within.”

Lin Fan's eyes flowed with faint radiance, two runes flickering, and he and Yue Chan hid behind Qing Yang Heavenly God, thus not being affected by the explosive attacks.

“Dong!”

Suddenly, the Golden Palace trembled, and an ancient, simple gate opened, spewing out several colorful light clusters that shot out in all directions.

“Oh, a sacred ancient treasure—a qiankun bag!” someone shouted, quickly moving to snatch a mysterious Magical Artifact.

A group of people were awestruck, recognizing the bag’s extraordinary nature; it was actually pieced together and refined from dozens of ancient beast hides, capable of even containing a Heavenly God.

In addition, many other artifacts, including bone books, precious tools, and sacred Medicinal Pills, also emerged from the Golden Dao Palace.

“Medicinal Pills refined with Divine Medicine, how fragrant…”

The next moment, someone else rushed over; a thumb-sized Golden Core was blooming in a divine furnace, flowing with countless rays of light, flying into the distance.

In an instant, a chaotic battle erupted here, with people fiercely scrambling for different treasures.

Lin Fan and Yue Chan were also among them, eyeing the secret treasure that could contain Heavenly Gods, constantly clashing with others, figures flying as the battle intensified.

As for the Heavenly Gods, their minds were all on the Golden Dao Palace; they chose to ignore the other items, letting their Disciples and sect members participate in the competition.

“Get lost, the qiankun bag is mine! Those who block me die!” A cold voice rang out, the sky exploded, and lightning fell like a waterfall.

That was Lightning Child, swinging his fist, illuminating the night and dispersing the clouds; he was terrifying and astonishing, making even Cultivators who had ignited their divine flames retreat.

This was a First Generation, a Young Supreme, with long hair flowing, agile as a True Dragon, every inch of his Physical Body radiating electric light, intensely bright, as he stepped through the heavens.

Moreover, there were also Heavenly Gods accompanying him, protecting his Dao and preventing any accidents.

“What kind of trash are you? Your tone is a bit too arrogant, trying to suffocate everyone?”

Lin Fan sneered, waving his arm, a faint golden Qi and blood surging, the scorching gale arriving before his fist, rushing forward.

“Boom!”

This place exploded, the lightning was dispersed, spreading for dozens of miles, and two unlucky Venerables who touched it immediately exploded.

“Hmm, such astonishing Qi and blood, is he a Body Refining Cultivator?” Lightning Child was surprised; the other party had dispelled his attack simply by relying on his Physical Body, which was truly incredible.

Especially that surge of Qi and blood, it was simply astonishing, like a great furnace, forming a domain that was exceptionally bright in the cold night.

Afterward, Lightning Child’s attendants whispered a few words behind him, igniting a surge of Battle Intent in him, and he said, “Are you the Bu Tian Sect First Generation who is as famous as the Immortal Palace Successor?”

“I’m as famous as your grandma! What right does that Nine-Headed Bird have to stand shoulder to shoulder with me!” Lin Fan cursed, comparing him to a beast was a complete insult.

Not far away, Di Chong, who was in the midst of a great battle, frowned, swinging his war halberd, which burst forth with brilliant light, splitting open a long stretch of the Void Realm and slaying a Divine Fire Cultivator.

“Very good, after defeating you, I will go challenge the Immortal Palace Successor!”

As Lightning Child’s eyes opened and closed, endless lightning pierced through the sky, dense and vast, like a surging ocean with crashing waves.

He was incomparably strong, standing within the Lightning Law, as if representing the heavens to enforce judgment, once again swinging his fist to strike, with grand and sweeping movements.

“Damn it, using me as a touchstone, you’re looking for death!”

Lin Fan’s eyes were intimidating, his arm glowed, runes intertwined, with True Dragons circling around it, his Qi and blood reaching their peak, sweeping away everything in their path.

At this moment, Dragon roars echoed, Divine Power surged, causing the heavens and earth to riot, golden light dispersed the sky full of lightning, and even the Void Realm began to distort.

“Pfft!”

In the sky, Lightning Child flew backward, his fist shattered, the damage spreading to his entire arm, and then it instantly exploded, turning into a mist of blood.

“Young Lord!” Several attendants were shocked, looking over in disbelief.

“Useless, you can’t even withstand one move from this Lord. Other than being stubborn, you’re nothing.” Lin Fan’s brilliant eyes were full of disdain.

“You… cough!” Lightning Child glared, unable to hold back a mouthful of congested blood, spitting it out directly, his face pale.

Witnessing this scene, a group of people were terrified, having expected a fierce clash between First Generations, but it turned out to be a one-sided defeat, too quick.

“I’m not convinced! My strongest Lightning Dao Profound Truth hasn’t been unleashed yet; only my Physical Body was defeated!”

Lightning Child roared, his glabella glowed, an Origin rune emerged, lightning surged, electric light roared, releasing a terrifying aura.

Everyone was startled; was he being forced to use his innate Divine Ability? But… that was the Young Devil King who was not afraid of precious techniques.

“Young Lord, don’t act impulsively. You’ve lost an arm now and are already at a disadvantage. It’s not too late to fight again after you recover.”

Several servants immediately offered tactful dissuasion, not wanting him to seek death, because if he couldn't even contend with the Physical Body, they felt that no matter how strong his Divine Ability was, it would be useless and simply couldn't harm the opponent.

Moreover, the Butian Sect’s Heavenly Gods were also present, and if a life-and-death battle were to occur, they would definitely not have enough time to rescue him, as they would be obstructed.

Ultimately, Lightning Child was pulled away, moving far from this area and abandoning the struggle for the qiankun bag.

“Heh, the qiankun bag is mine.”

Lin Fan took a step, soaring into the sky, reaching out to grab the rare secret treasure, and no one dared to stop him, looking down on all the Cultivators.

To outsiders, he was like a God King, possessing an aura of devouring mountains and rivers, of being the sole Supreme one, suppressing the heavens and earth, unstoppable!

“What a formidable person, his talent is too high; only those who have reached the extreme of Body Refining can contend with him, otherwise, they will only be blown apart!”

On the other side, Yue Chan was also exceptionally stunning; with the emergence of her azure flames, her entire being was like a bright moon, a Guanghan Fairy, incinerating numerous powerful enemies.

“Hiss… incredible, the Saintess of Butian Sect has obtained a rare ancient flame, for her own use. Who below the Heavenly God realm can stop her?” someone exclaimed in shock.

Undoubtedly, the Butian Sect’s forces were the most difficult to provoke in this place, with two monstrous talents who could kill enemies beyond their realm. The heroes all retreated, not daring to contend with them.

In fact, many treasures fell from the Golden Dao Palace, and few would fight to the death over a single item; most chose different battlefields to scramble for them, seeking advantages and avoiding harm.