Accidentally invincible!

Lin Fan scoffed at such a head.

Before, although he couldn't understand the opponent's Divine Skills, he still recognized them as someone formidable. It wasn't a bad thing for them to explode, but now he felt a lingering fear about his earlier plans.

Even performing Divine Skills could lead to one's own demise.

Such Divine Skills aren't worth learning.

Safety first.

And right at this moment.

From that pool of blood, a skull emerged, its hollow eye sockets igniting with two ghostly flames that stared gloomily at Lin Fan. The jaw opened and closed, clatter clatter... as if trying to say something.

Then with a loud bang, it dissipated into smoke.

Qin Yang commented, "The Divine Skills of Yin Immortal Mountain are truly eerie. No wonder they're so unwelcome outside—it's their own doing.

The Empress Dowager nodded at General Huang, who knocked the Emperor unconscious and carried him in his arms.

It was out of fear that the Emperor might truly regard the other party as an ancestor and act excessively, provoking displeasure from them.

"Many thanks to you Daoist friends for saving my life. Were it not for your help, the dynasty would have fallen, and the people would have suffered terribly." The Empress Dowager bowed in gratitude.

The Emperor of the Great Wilderness was beyond their ability to handle, let alone the Soul Demon Old Immortal who showed up later.

Lin Fan felt slightly embarrassed and casually remarked, "No need to worry. Upholding justice is the duty of us Immortals."

"Besides, we came to your Imperial Mausoleum and absorbed Dragon Qi for cultivation without permission. It's somewhat disrespectful."

The Empress Dowager responded, "Daoist friends need not feel guilty. Our Imperial Mausoleum was established here precisely for Immortals to cultivate. Your presence here is an honor to the Great Yun Dynasty."

After her words, Lin Fan felt a bit sheepish.

Barging in without consent makes one a thief.

But her understanding words left him a bit embarrassed, so he said, "Fate has brought us together. After observing the terrain here, I found it quite remarkable. However, the Array is too weak, allowing for enemy intrusions that are hard to repel. Given this, I shall set up an Array here to ensure the safety of the Great Yun Dynasty."

He then turned to Qin Yang and softly said, "Fetch me some Immortal Stones."

Qin Yang clutched his pouch and protested, "I need them for cultivation!"

"Hurry up," Lin Fan urged impatiently. After all, Qin Yang's refining process was the slowest, leaving him with some leftover Immortal Stones, whereas Lin Fan and Xiang Fei had already completely consumed theirs.

Grumbling reluctantly, Qin Yang carefully retrieved the Immortal Stones, but Lin Fan directly swiped the pouch with one grab, prompting Qin Yang to cry out in distress, "My Immortal Stones! My Immortal Stones!"

Lin Fan waved his arm, causing the Immortal Stones to float mid-air.

With a light tap of his foot, he ascended into the air, gazing towards all directions as he calmly announced, "The Array to be set up will be called the Imperial Sacred Dragon Formation. It is primarily based on the dynasty's collective willpower and Dragon Vein. Strong public morale strengthens the Array; weak morale weakens it. Ultimately, everything depends on you."

Lin Fan pointed into the Void, causing humming vibrations. Immortal Stones floated into it, and he then pointed in other directions.

His mastery of Arrays was exceedingly high now.

With just a wave of his hand, he could effortlessly create an extraordinary Array.

Not long after.

Lin Fan descended from the air and approached the young emperor lying in General Huang's arms, smiling as he said, "This little fellow thinks I'm some ancestor, calling out so affectionately. It wouldn't be right if I left him empty-handed."

"Senior, this…" General Huang remarked in astonishment, unsure of Lin Fan's intent.

Lin Fan chuckled, extended his five fingers, and grabbed towards the distant Void. Instantly, a dragon's roar echoed across the heavens—a Dragon Vein phantom condensed into a thumb-sized Golden Dragon that roared its way over.

"I've placed an Array on your Emperor to ensure his safety."

He infused the Dragon Vein phantom into the young emperor's body, then lightly tapped his fingers to set up the Array.

"Alright, time for us to take our leave."

Lin Fan cupped his fists.

Without waiting for the Empress Dowager and others to say more, they left promptly.

This was an act of performing good deeds without leaving a name. When it was time to go, they didn't linger or engage in unnecessary chatter.

"Empress Dowager, these individuals are of great caliber," General Huang commented. "Within the Emperor lies a formidable protective force. With my capabilities, if I dared to harm His Majesty, the consequences would be unimaginable."

The Empress Dowager replied, "I understand. This is a blessing for the Great Yun Dynasty, and for the Emperor himself."

...

Yin Immortal Mountain.

The place was exceptionally ominous, aligning perfectly with the world's dark energies. At this moment, the situation for the people of Yin Immortal Mountain was quite dire.

"Aiyaa, my stomach hurts so much. How can it hurt like this?"

"Pfft!"

"I can't hold it in anymore."

"Damn it, I was cultivating—how could a Heart Demon appear?"

The Soul Demon Old Immortal cast a Bloodline Curse on Qin Yang, targeting the Immortal Venerable lineage. The consequences of such a curse were undoubtedly terrifying, and all the karmic backlash came to fruition against the Soul Demon Old Immortal.

Due to the effects of the Bloodline Curse, anyone connected to the Soul Demon Old Immortal experienced some residual impact.

While it wasn't life-threatening, there was suffering to endure.

At Black Mountain.

"Ancestor, the disciples suddenly went mad. We don't know why," said an elder, his expression heavy.

Their Divine Skills had always been shrouded in mystery, and now with such incidents occurring, upon serious contemplation, there seemed to be only one possibility: someone had utilized similar methods against them.

"It's of no concern. I already know what's happening. The Soul Demon is dead, but before dying, he cursed a descendant of the Immortal Venerable bloodline. The curse backfired, bringing misfortune to others. However, it's minor—only a small backlash," the Ancestor explained.

The elder's face paled at the news. "Was the Soul Demon insane? He dared to curse the descendant of an Immortal Venerable bloodline? He must have had a death wish."

Reflecting on the Soul Demon Old Immortal cursing the Immortal Venerable bloodline.

The elder felt chills down his spine.

The Bloodline Curse was an extremely terrifying form of Divine Skill—not because of its overwhelming power, but due to the critical importance of selecting the right target. If the wrong target was chosen, the repercussions could be unimaginable.

Buzz!

At this moment.

The Ancestor spread his five fingers, summoning a phantom of a skull. It projected Lin Fan's image.

"This person is the Immortal who killed the Soul Demon."

"Yin Immortal Mountain's name is renowned across the Immortal Realm, yet the Soul Demon was arrogant enough to curse the Immortal Venerable bloodline. Such stupidity invites destruction; no one else is to blame. Retreat now. Also, warn all disciples: the Bloodline Curse cannot be recklessly used, or they will face mountain law."

The Ancestor ordered.

The elder replied respectfully, "Understood, Ancestor."

Afterward, the elder left Black Mountain, his face contorting with fury as he walked. His expression became increasingly feral—it turned out the Soul Demon Old Immortal was his son, though very few knew of this secret.

With his son's death.

He could not tolerate it.

In his secret chamber.

The elder sat cross-legged, taking out his tools, then conjured the face he had seen earlier, projecting it before him.

"You despicable creature, to dare kill my son—I'll make you pay."

Like father, like son.

The two seemed to be cut from the same cloth.

On the elder's table lay a red cloth, but it appeared extraordinary, with black bones embedded on its edges and the skulls of four serpents at its corners.

"Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will find you."

Soon after.

The secret chamber was swept by chilling winds, eerie sounds echoed within, and faint flashes of black light flickered incessantly.

It was unclear what was happening.

But it was undoubtedly something ominous.

At this moment.

After leaving the Great Yun Dynasty, Lin Fan and his companions wandered aimlessly. The three of them had noticeably transformed—if one were to describe it with a single word:

Confidence.

Qin Yang remarked, "Brother Lin, how long would you say we've been in retreat? I feel like it's been ages."

"At least half a year, at most a year," Lin Fan answered.

In the Imperial Mausoleum, disoriented by the lack of day and night, they had devoted themselves completely. By now, in terms of mastery over Holy Weapons, Lin Fan ranked first, Xiang Fei second, and Qin Yang naturally third.

In refining them.

He even had Immortal Stones left over, clearly due to insufficient refinement.

A young girl interjected coldly, "Seven months and three days."

Lin Fan proudly patted the little girl's head, "Ah, our little girl is truly the sharpest—she remembers everything. Look at the two of you, not even as time-conscious as a child."

Qin Yang grumbled, "Brother Lin, you've gone too far now—we didn't know either."

Xiang Fei didn't seem to mind. He hadn't even refined the Holy Weapons he had obtained lately, focusing instead on thoroughly mastering his original Holy Weapon. To him, a fully controlled weapon would unleash unprecedented power.

"I was just testing you," Lin Fan teased.

Qin Yang sneered at him, then sighed, "I've been out here for so long, yet no one from the Qin Family has come searching for me. Do they think my reputation as Qin Little Immortal Venerable is secure, so they believe I'm completely safe and don't care at all?"

Xiang Fei jested, "Maybe you've fallen out of favor?"

Those words stung.

Qin Yang stared at Xiang Fei for a long time before saying, incredulously, "I can't believe it—you've turned cheeky now."

The group idly bantered this way, passing the time easily.

Suddenly.

Rustle rustle!

A flock of birds took to the sky all at once.

Lin Fan raised a hand, his expression turning serious. "Something's up."

The little girl alertly surveyed their surroundings. Her Martial Arts Realm had greatly improved, and she felt confident in her ability to fight enemies. Just as those thoughts crossed her mind, Lin Fan stuffed her into the Universe Tripod.

For a child, staying put was the way to go.

No need to think about fighting.

Qin Yang assessed the situation for a moment but didn't find anything suspicious. Feeling relaxed, he said, "There's no one around—just birds flying overhead."

Lin Fan activated his Divine Skill: Heat Perception.

Everything before him turned gray, while creatures emitting heat became visible as bright red.

Inside an ancient tree, warm energy glimmered in red.

Then.

He noticed a figure perched on a branch. Invisible to the naked eye, their body's heat betrayed their presence.

Lin Fan unleashed his Innate One Qi Great Capture, clawing at the distant spot with his five fingers.

With a loud boom.

"Someone's there. Their concealment Divine Skill is impressive—it evades normal sight," Lin Fan remarked.

Due to Lin Fan's overwhelming attack.

The figure was forced to reveal itself, attempting to flee into the distance, but Lin Fan promptly struck them down.

Lin Fan continued scrutinizing the surroundings.

Numerous figures lurked nearby.

If not for the startled birds, even he might not have sensed anything.

After all, he possessed an Innate Divine Ability: the Scent of Beings.

No scent could escape his nose.