Chapter 363: Li Fan Reverses His Heart Again

"What? Jiaxu Outpost is out of supplies, on the verge of life and death, and in urgent need of reinforcements?"

"How can this be? Didn't Cold Responding Clothes just take a batch of supplies back?!"

"To actually let a Formation Master like you take such a risk personally, what a bunch of bastards!"

"A newborn Mystic Domain blocking the way? No wonder…"

"You were actually able to escape from such a Mystic Domain; you're lucky."

"Sigh, what a pity. You were a bit slow, and now you don't have much lifespan left."

…

Amidst the constant exclamations of the green-robed Cultivator named Hao Hui, Li Fan gave him a general account of his journey.

Except for omitting some details in the Rock Mystic Domain that might be related to the Heavenly Doctor, everything else was recounted truthfully without any exaggeration.

Learning of Li Fan's actions and looking at the white-haired, exhausted Cultivator before him who yet remained incredibly calm.

A trace of respect flashed in Hao Hui's eyes.

Such a noble-minded Cultivator was extremely rare, even in the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

With a solemn expression, he spoke softly, "Fellow Daoist, please rest assured. I will immediately send people to Jiaxu Outpost; I will certainly not fail your heart that risked death to seek help."

Li Fan coughed lightly and nodded slightly.

Everything that needed to be done had been done, and it was clear that this body's condition really couldn't handle any more strain.

To be able to move normally, he would need to recuperate properly.

Hao Hui withdrew and closed the door.

At the same time, Li Fan felt the sliver of shadow in the corner of the room disappear as well.

"There are still 57 years left in this life. Although I could take some more longevity treasures, my current situation is somewhat similar to Immortal Venerable Jicheng—both of us are nearing the end of our lives, so the effects of longevity extension might not be as good as imagined."

"Even if I don't have long to live, it doesn't mean I can't achieve the goals in my plan."

…

Just as Li Fan was closing his eyes in contemplation.

At the very front of the Severed Hand Immortal City, in a secret location directly facing the Chizha Abyss.

Countless Demonic Sounds gushed from the nearby void abyss, passing through a gap and pouring into this space continuously without any obstruction.

It was as if the unspeakable sounds from the deepest layers of purgatory were echoing and raging here.

That powerful and pure Demonic Sound seemed to affect even the structure of space.

One distorted and terrifying face after another continuously formed here.

Before these inexplicable faces sat a person.

His features were unclear, and his figure flickered strangely like a surging river.

The Demonic Sounds that ordinary Cultivators paled at the mention of seemed to have no effect on him at all.

And those distorted faces formed by the vibration of the Demonic Sounds were directly captured and merged into his body upon approaching him.

His figure swayed and surged, and the faces disappeared.

Yet he remained incomparably calm throughout.

Suddenly, he waved his hand.

A bluestone door rose, blocking the gap in this space.

The Demonic Sounds abruptly diminished.

The light dimmed suddenly, and all the remaining Demonic Sound faces vanished in an instant.

His body swayed even more violently.

"Lord Shang."

A black shadow appeared beside him, transforming into a black-robed Cultivator.

He recounted what he had just witnessed.

A moment later.

"Is this true?" There was a hint of doubt in Shang Shaojun's tone.

"According to my observations, that Li Fan was not lying. Moreover, his lifespan has indeed been almost completely devoured by the Devouring Yuan White Mist."

"I'm afraid if he had been even a beat slower that day, it would be uncertain whether he'd still be alive."

"I also confirmed with Ji Hongdao before coming; there's no problem with Li Fan's identity."

"On the path to Jiaxu Outpost, there are indeed traces of a newborn Mystic Domain appearing."

"However, it has already receded back into the depths of the White Mist; it should just be an isolated incident."

The black-robed Cultivator replied.

Hearing this, Shang Shaojun fell silent for a moment.

"For such a touching story, the more people who know about it, the better."

"Especially now when people's hearts are wavering, there needs to be a sharp contrast to make them feel ashamed of themselves."

"Go and handle this matter."

After a while, Shang Shaojun spoke slowly.

The black-robed Cultivator nodded.

He was about to leave but glanced at Shang Shaojun, hesitating to speak.

"Hmm?"

The black-robed Cultivator paused and asked, "Yan Huan has been hung in the center of the Immortal Fortress and whipped continuously for eleven days now."

"When can he be taken down?"

"I expect if this continues, the kid won't be able to hold on."

"Although it's an act, that [Demonic Sound Whip] is definitely real."

The black-robed Cultivator spoke cautiously, fearing he might anger the person before him.

Shang Shaojun did not take offense: "Originally, having him deliberately spread rumors was to rectify the atmosphere within the Immortal Fortress."

"Now that there's such a good subject for propaganda, his role has become dispensable."

"Let him down tomorrow."

"Send a [Soul-Supplementing Pill] over and let him rest well."

The black-robed Cultivator looked pleased and said, "Thank you, Lord Shang."

Then he quietly disappeared from the secret room.

The conversation just now seemed like a trivial interlude to Shang Shaojun.

As the bluestone door fell again, the raging Demonic Sounds flooded back in.

His body became swaying and drifting once more.

…

With Shang Shaojun's push, in just half a day, the story of Li Fan risking his life to seek help spread throughout the entire Eternal Immortal Fortress.

There were those who didn't believe it, and those who were deeply moved.

And as He Chen and the other Cultivators trapped at Jiaxu Outpost were brought back for investigation.

The authenticity of the event was also confirmed.

Although a small number of Cultivators still stubbornly believed it was all a self-directed and self-acted play.

However, the vast majority chose to believe.

While everyone sighed and admired Li Fan's noble spirit, they couldn't help but feel regret that he only had a few decades of life remaining.

As for Li Fan himself, after greeting wave after wave of visitors, he finally welcomed a rare moment of peace.

"After some recuperation, I've barely managed to adapt to this aging body."

"Though I could transform into a youthful appearance, it clearly wouldn't be as attention-grabbing as I am now."

The first reversal of his Dao Heart had concluded perfectly, and the growth of his Divine Soul left Li Fan wanting more.

Thus, Li Fan prepared to begin his second reversal plan.

"For the Tianxuan Locking Spirit Competition, my original intention was to just go through the motions and put on an act."

"But now, I'm going to do the opposite."

"I will invest all of my limited remaining life into the construction of Formations."

"To popularize the Tianxuan Locking Spirit, I will completely burn every ounce of my strength."

"Until death."

Just thinking about it gave Li Fan goosebumps all over.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Li Fan put on a resolute expression.

With slow yet steady steps, he walked out of the room.