Chapter 304: Stepping on the High and Praising the Low

Chapter 304: Trampling Down to Elevate

Dragon Head Peak, the highest point of the mountain range, was once a Holy Land of an ancient Imperial Dynasty, but unfortunately, it was severely damaged in a battle back then.

Now, the entire area is scorched black, with scattered rubble, thin Spiritual Qi, and very few lush plants.

However, despite its ruined walls and broken remnants, it is still very majestic, thousands of feet high, with a bluestone path leading directly to the summit.

This is a unique place; although it has undergone major battles, the rules set by the Imperial Dynasty still exist, causing the area to be restricted from flight, allowing only徒步 to ascend.

Furthermore, not just anyone can climb it; below the Heavenly God realm, anyone whose cultivation in each realm has not reached Perfection cannot even take a step.

Of course, this is not absolute. Since the mountain has been abandoned for many years and no one has repaired it, some Cultivators can also ascend with the help of secret treasures.

“The past is like smoke, time flows, how much glory has been buried? If one does not achieve Immortal Ascension, they ultimately cannot resist the long years…” Lin Fan sighed.

Unfortunately, even the so-called longevity is relative; when the great calamity comes, who can remain aloof and exist forever?

Ultimately, it still comes down to strength to determine superiority!

The path was unobstructed, and the Restrictions on the mountain road could not stop Lin Fan, so he quickly reached the summit.

Here, tiles shimmered, and there were more ruined walls and broken remnants, but it was not desolate; instead, it was full of Life Qi.

Because someone had rebuilt palaces in this ruin, there were teahouses and taverns, providing temporary lodging for travelers.

In addition, there were also some exquisite palaces in the Void Realm, though not many, they were beautiful and surrounded by mist.

Clearly, for this grand event, someone had prepared early, not hesitating to use great magical power to move palace halls and suspend them on the mountain.

Many young Prodigies had already gathered here; none of them had poor talent, and ordinary people would find it difficult to ascend the mountain.

With a quick glance, Lin Fan discovered some Primal Chaos, some of whom he had seen before, such as Li Yuncong, Teng Yi, and Zhen Gu.

Without exception, they all suppressed their cultivation at Venerable Great Perfection and did not choose to Breakthrough, only waiting for the Immortal Ancient to open to contend for the ultimate fortune.

Therefore, for the current Lin Fan, these people were no longer worth his serious attention and had been left far behind.

In fact, if not for his various fortuitous encounters and his knowledge of what the future held and what the ultimate fortune of the Immortal Ancient was, he would have also chosen to wait.

“Ding-ding-dong-dong…”

On the Qionglou, a zither melody began, like the clear spring ding-dong, and like the gurgling stream, dripping onto the cliff, pleasant to the ear.

There, amidst the ethereal mists, a woman was playing the zither, her face exquisitely beautiful, like a Fairy stepping out of a painting, dreamy and illusory.

She sat by a jade table, her slender jade fingers plucking the zither strings, like elves dancing, playing one beautiful note after another.

What was most astonishing was that, as time passed, the purple Qi on the mountain gathered around her, enveloping her, making her extraordinary and refined.

For a moment, the zither melody became even more enchanting, as if it had stirred the power of heaven and earth, with the Dao resonating, flowing with holy radiance.

“As expected of Fairy Qingyi, this ‘Moonlight Melody’ coexists with the Dao, allowing me to comprehend a vague cultivation method.” Someone exclaimed.

The one playing the zither was none other than Yuechan's secondary body. She and Feng Wu represented the Celestial Immortal Academy, coming to participate in the Demon Hunt Assembly.

“The Immortal Palace Successor is here!” Someone exclaimed.

The next moment, with a crack, the Void Realm in the distance split open, and a man walked out from within, holding a great halberd, striding like a Dragon and Tiger, ascending Dragon Head Mountain.

This was a peerless hero of the current age, said to be able to rival ancient freaks in this generation alone, one of the strongest Prodigies among the younger generation.

His appearance naturally caused a stir; many extraordinary talents narrowed their eyes, and some even had their Battle Intent soaring, seemingly ready to challenge him.

Not far away, Lin Fan stopped and saw a sign hanging at the entrance of a hall, which slightly angered him.

It read: “No Little Devil King or Little Dog Allowed!”

Although his name wasn't explicitly written, it was obvious who the sign was referring to.

“Damn it, it’s bad enough they’re prohibiting me, but they’re also putting me and a dog together? What does this mean?”

“This is blatant discrimination!”

Lin Fan glared, angered, but he still restrained himself, wanting to observe first and see how things unfolded.

In fact, this was related to him and Little Dog’s earlier destruction of the Xuantian Sect, which touched many people’s nerves and left them awestruck.

Furthermore, the Immortal Palace Successor was one of the organizers of today’s gathering, and there was a grudge between him and Lin Fan, though outsiders were unaware of it.

“Is this Di Chong? Hearing about him a hundred times is not as good as seeing him once; he is truly a Heavenly God!”

The arrival of the Immortal Palace Successor caused many Prodigies to rise and greet him politely with clasped fists, seemingly trying to curry favor.

After all, the Immortal Palace was incredibly mysterious, rumored to be a Dao Legacy left by an Immortal, a colossal power that few forces in the Upper Realm could compare to.

But not everyone was like this; for example, Li Yuncong, Feng Wu, and others remained calm, sitting on their prayer mats and sipping tea.

“Fellow Daoists are too polite; there’s no need for such formality!”

The Immortal Palace Successor smiled, seeing many people come forward, repeatedly cupping his hands, but there was an inherent sense of superiority and arrogance in his bones.

“I heard that not long ago, Di Chong killed a Demonic Technique Legacy holder. Is this true?” Someone asked.

“Yes!”

The Immortal Palace Successor nodded, casually saying a few words, as if implying that killing these people was not particularly difficult for him and nothing remarkable.

“As expected of Di Chong, his talent is astonishing! He can even kill Demonic Technique Legacy holders, who cause countless people headaches!”

“That’s right! I think even the renowned Little Devil King of the Butian Sect can’t compare to Di Chong. How dare he be mentioned in the same breath?”

A young man praised, flattering and trampling down to elevate, thereby raising the status of the Immortal Palace Successor.

Lin Fan, who was enjoying fine wine and food nearby, paused. Could this also be used to belittle him?

Then, he looked over, remembering the face of the person who spoke, already marking him for death!

“No way, the Little Devil King is quite powerful. His name has spread across dozens of states, and since his emergence, he has killed no fewer than five Primal Chaos. His strength is widely recognized.” Someone retorted.

“It’s just deliberate boasting. He merely had some luck and obtained a supreme treasure, relying on external objects. If you truly fight him, you’ll realize he’s just a devil star deliberately created by some people, far inferior to Di Chong.” That person sneered.

As for the Immortal Palace Successor, he did not say much about the young man’s flattery, but the smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth clearly showed he enjoyed it.

However, while surprised, the crowd was somewhat unconvinced, as seeing was believing, and the fact that those extraordinary talents were killed was undeniable.

“Is that so? How come I heard a rumor that the Immortal Palace Successor was defeated by him in the Swallowing Heaven Secret Realm and even captured alive?”

Just then, Qingyi, who was elegantly sipping tea, spoke. Her expression was serene, her skin like snow, her teeth bright and white, like a banished Fairy descended to the mortal world.

Upon hearing this, a group of people showed strange expressions, looking back and forth between the young woman and the Immortal Palace Successor, quite interested.

Di Chong’s eyes were deep, and he still remained silent, expressionless, but one hand, placed behind his back, was tightly clenched.

“Rumors! This is slandering Di Chong. This Fairy, please speak cautiously. Do not spread malicious rumors based on hearsay!” the young man said.

“Oh, I see. However, it seems Fellow Daoist knows more about them than they themselves do, doesn’t he?” Qingyi lightly shook the teacup in her hand, hinting at something.