Chapter 760 Shi Hao: I have a plan that can bring peace to the world.

Shi Hao: I have a plan that can pacify the world.

Great Luo Heaven was a Realm not within the myriad heavens, nor did it belong to the High Heavens; it was opened up by Lin Fan and Shi Hao with vast Magical Power.

Willow God, Meng Tianzheng, Butcher, Heavenly Horned Ant, Holy Emperor Palace, as well as the elderly, women, and children of the Heavenly Court and others, were all settled here.

With the collapse of the High Heavens, there was no longer the strength to resist the Weird Clan's army. In that darkest era, they had no choice but to bring in the power of the myriad heavens.

Therefore, as early as a certain period in time, a group of people had been guided beyond the myriad heavens to form a new defense line against the weird.

Within the River of Time, Lin Fan and Shi Hao each separated out a Clone to wage fierce battles and fight to the death against several Weird Ancestors.

For a long time, the two had even grown weakened in order to revive a buried and destroyed era.

During this period, the two no longer had the strength to spare another hand to confront the great sacrifice launched by the weird, leaving the others to share the burden.

The fierce battle was tragic, far exceeding imagination.

This also caused some people to die more than once; figures like the Ten Crown King and the Banished Immortal fell during one of the great sacrifices.

To this day, their souls still wander along the Reincarnation Road, not yet revived.

"Brother Fan, I have a plan that can quell the weird and pacify the world!" On this day, Shi Hao sent a voice transmission.

However, Lin Fan thought little of it. What kind of plan could a fellow who drank beast milk every day and had never even attended kindergarten come up with?

"Let's hear it first," he said with faint anticipation.

"I discovered that the root of the Weird Clan, the source of their power, lies within that Etu Plateau. Their ability to resurrect stems precisely from it."

Lin Fan nodded and said, "Continue."

"I was thinking, if we could fight our way onto that plateau and destroy it, breaking that clan's immortal and indestructible nature, we could settle things once and for all.

Even if all the Weird Ancestors come out together, with our strength, we could still slay them," Shi Hao analyzed, speaking thoroughly and logically.

On this point, Lin Fan agreed. In terms of individual strength alone, they were indeed superior to the Weird Ancestors; after all, there were disparities even between those Sacrificing the Dao.

One side relied on the Realm attained through their own Cultivation Base, possessing boundless potential, while the other side ascended relying on external things, destined to be capped. The distinction was immediately clear.

However, they couldn't withstand the enemy's sheer numbers—a total of ten in the Sacrificing the Dao Realm, plus the 'cheat' of infinite resurrection. Even exhaustion would wear them to death.

"Have you ever considered that if that plateau could be breached so easily, someone would have succeeded long ago, and it wouldn't have waited until now?" Lin Fan said.

In truth, they had known the location of that Evil Earth long ago, but unfortunately, they had never been able to fight their way in.

"That is why I have a plan—like this, like that, like this, like that—" Shi Hao introduced enthusiastically.

After listening, it took a long while before Lin Fan dropped a line: "The Heavenly Emperor's brilliant insight!"

"You think it works too, right?" Shi Hao was thrilled, feeling like the smartest genius under the heavens for coming up with such an idea.

Lin Fan was utterly speechless, screaming inwardly: Like hell it works! I shouldn't have had any expectations of you!

That plan of his was nothing more than the routine from the Holy Ruins.

Turn the true body into a seed, hide inside a jar, use a Clone on the outside to draw attention, and let a latecomer carry it into the Evil Earth, so they could pop out suddenly to catch the enemy off guard and shatter the plateau in one fell swoop.

However, the idea was wonderful, completely oblivious to the fact that after being tainted by the ashes of the Sick Old Man, over endless years, the plateau had developed consciousness.

Its strength was even above that of the Weird Ancestors, reaching above Sacrificing the Dao.

Yet because it was merely a vessel, lacking understanding of how to wield such mighty power and devoid of combat techniques, it could not leave and could only indirectly influence others.

Even so, it was still extremely terrifying; once one set foot on the plateau and entered its home turf, a Sacrificing the Dao Cultivation Base would no longer be enough.

"It's a great plan. You go execute it; I won't participate," Lin Fan said flatly, signaling that if you want to be Wolong, I certainly don't want to be Fengchu.

In contrast, he was thinking more about how to climb a step further, ascending above Sacrificing the Dao to become omniscient and omnipotent.

Shi Hao: "…"

The conversation ended, and Lin Fan gazed into the distance.

Amidst the surging crimson sun and multicolored rosy clouds, dense misty Qi curled around the mountainous lands, resembling a beautiful scroll painting, serene and peaceful.

Not far away, a massive Dao arena stood with various structures erect, bathed in morning glow, all tinged with faint gold.

Small bridges over flowing water, pavilions and towers in neat harmony, the air crisp and fresh, mingling with the fragrance of immortal flowers and Immortal Herbs.

Within Great Luo Heaven, Lin Fan rarely experienced a moment of tranquility.

Although it was a pure land opened by human hands, distant from worldly clamor, it was not completely cut off from the world; many relatives and old friends were settled here.

In addition, Great Luo Heaven was also a troop-tempering ground; there was the prosperity of a great era, and also the hardship of the Era of Dharma Decline, which had never been far away.

As the old saying went: Only tribulations can temper true gold!

Facing the weird and the cruel great battles, they were forced to grow and stand on their own.

"Old Ancestor Grandpa, the maiden representing the moon has arrived!"

Suddenly, a purple-robed maiden came hopping over, extraordinarily lively, making it clear at first glance that she was no docile troublemaker—

—not by a long shot.

"Lin Jiaojiao, how many times have I told you? Just 'Great-Grandfather' is enough, don't add the word 'Old.' Am I that old?" Lin Fan corrected.

However, the purple-robed maiden was full of youthful vitality, her large eyes bright and sly, not afraid at all as she stepped forward and warmly embraced Lin Fan's arm.

"Naturally you aren't old! You're young and handsome, even younger than my brother. But—you are my Old Ancestor; what else should I call you, Lord Holy Emperor?"

Lin Fan flicked this descendant on the forehead and scolded, "No manners. If your father found out, he'd surely beat your rear black and blue."

"Just don't let that old man know, then," Lin Jiaojiao said, clutching her head with tears welling from the pain, yet her eyes shone with sharp wit, quirky and mischievous.

Lin Fan raised a brow. When all was said and done, the phrase 'old man' had been learned from him, yet he didn't find it annoying.

When the myriad worlds were shrouded in weird terror, being able to enjoy such familial bliss held a unique charm, making his heart feel young again.

Moreover, she was one of his favorite descendants.

Several million years had passed, and Lin Fan had more than just Lin Xi as an offspring; during that time, he had another son, and Lin Jiaojiao was a descendant of this lineage.

People of the world all said that the higher one's Cultivation Base, the harder it was to have children, but once strength reached his level, it became different instead.

Deceased people and past events could all be reflected and resurrected; for one Sacrificing the Dao, wanting to create a life was not difficult at all.

Lin Fan looked up toward the distant garden, where several graceful silhouettes were faintly visible—none other than Qing Yao, Yue Chan, and Qing Yi.

Even though the outside world was incomparably perilous, he had still brought the people closest to him here.

After all, what place could be safer than by his side?

Just as in the past, whether it was Lin Fan or his three wives, their youth was eternal, untouched and untainted by the passage of time.

"I have to admit, Great-Grandmothers are truly gorgeous, stunning enough to topple cities, just as beautiful as me," Lin Jiaojiao remarked, looking in that direction with self-absorbed double standards.

Hearing this, Lin Fan was at a loss for words. How could he have such a shameless descendant?

In an instant, he pinched the nape of Lin Jiaojiao's neck and threw her into a pitch-black tunnel like a little chick.

"Ah—Great-Grandfather, I was wrong! Don't throw me into the Reincarnation Road to temper me—it'll kill me—!" Lin Jiaojiao screamed.

Yet Lin Fan did not stay his hand. He merely felt a touch of wistfulness; in the blink of an eye, he had lived long enough to become an Old Ancestor-level figure.