Accidentally invincible!

In the eyes of outsiders, the Saint Heir of the Buddha is a good person, a broad-minded Immortal Monarch.

Look! Look at this!

Is this something any random person can accomplish?

For the sake of fairness, he actually took the initiative to block someone else's Heavenly Tribulation—so unbelievable it would leave people speechless.

Immortal Zuo's face turned pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. No one could see the truth clearer than him; it wasn't the Saint Heir shielding Lin Fan from the Heavenly Tribulation. Rather, Lin Fan had used his Divine Skills to redirect the tribulation, transforming its force into an attack that ensnared the Saint Heir.

"Immortal Zuo…" The mysterious man standing beside him spoke.

"Huh?"

Immortal Zuo trembled, turning his head to stare in astonishment at the man.

"The gap between you and him is massive. You are like a dying fish on the verge of drying out, while he is a blazing sun, shining at its zenith. Should he so much as glance your way, you would be utterly destroyed. This era is no longer a playground for so-called prodigies touted by others. Quietly resigning yourself to an ordinary life as an Immortal would be the best path for you."

The man folded his arms and watched the battle in the distance. From time to time, a look of amazement crossed his face, as if he were marveling. Incredible—truly incredible.

Immortal Zuo couldn't understand the man. "Who are you?"

"Haha." The man laughed mysteriously, his smile enigmatic. "Just keep watching. This battle is spectacular—I can't help but applaud and cheer for it."

Immortal Zuo wanted to grab the man by the collar and angrily demand answers: Who the hell are you, and why act so cryptically? Yet for some reason, he felt dread deep in his heart. It was as though he faced some horrifying presence suppressing his soul.

Lin Fan raised his head and muttered discontentedly, "Heavens above, can this Heavenly Tribulation be a bit fiercer? I'm undergoing a tribulation here, and if this is all you've got, it's a real problem for me."

He was complaining that the tribulation lacked power.

Didn't anyone notice how excited the Buddha Saint Heir was over it?

But the sad reality was this—such a weak tribulation was utterly insufficient.

The heavens seemed deaf to his complaints, for the Heavenly Tribulation gradually dissipated. The Immortal Tribulation proved to be straightforward, presenting no challenge whatsoever.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan's surging mana hadn't ceased rising; it sought to crush past the Immortal Realm and ascend to the realm of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

"Steady steps, no rush."

Suppressing his burning desire for breakthrough, Lin Fan looked at the Buddha Saint Heir, whose face had darkened like iron, and he allowed a faint smile to play on his lips.

"Master, have you ever witnessed the phenomenon of Divine Skills manifesting Heaven and Earth?"

Unhurried and composed, Lin Fan spoke, though he harbored the intent to kill the Buddha Saint Heir in battle. Nevertheless, he preferred engaging in normal dialogue rather than resorting to crude expletives—it was a matter of decorum.

The Buddha Saint Heir brimmed with anger, his complexion furious as he spoke in a cold tone.

"Never seen it."

Phenomenon of Divine Skills manifesting Heaven and Earth?

Nonsense—a bunch of rubbish.

He committed the earlier events to memory. Ultimately, it was due to his own carelessness; otherwise, he would've never been caught in the opponent's trap.

Lin Fan said, "I may be but a humble cultivator, Master, but I have refined half of a Holy Weapon. If I were to summon it, it could suppress you. However, I greatly admire your character, so I feel that wielding a Holy Weapon would be dishonorable; people might say I relied on external tools to secure an unfair victory."

"Hence, I wish for you to bear witness to Divine Skills manifesting Heaven and Earth—the Truth revealed to me when I first entered the Immortal Realm."

"But before that, could I ask, Master, how many Divine Skills and Immortal Laws have you cultivated, particularly of the Tao Level?"

From afar, Qin Yang stared blankly at Lin Fan before glancing at Xiang Fei. "Brother Xiang, do you think Brother Lin has taken something he shouldn't have? Why is he chatting with a bald monk as if there's anything worth discoursing on?"

Qin Yang found himself bewildered; this Lin Fan didn't seem like the one he had known.

The things Lin Fan said bordered on nonsensical.

But beneath the surface, Qin Yang began to sense a faint aura of pretense brewing.

An elaborate setup was being staged.

"Just watch; you'll understand soon enough," Xiang Fei replied.

The gathering of Immortals appeared skeptical.

They were utterly confused.

Divine Skills manifesting Heaven and Earth?

What could that even mean?

And the supposed Truth of the Immortal Realm—was he referring to the Supreme Immortal Law?

What's the big deal?

No matter how powerful the Supreme Immortal Law might be, wouldn't it crumble against the Immortal Monarch Law?

Suspicious, the mysterious man muttered, "Divine Skills manifesting Heaven and Earth? Could there truly exist such Divine Skills in the world?"

Yet the more he pondered,

The more his curiosity grew. Just what kind of Divine Skills could inspire such confidence?

The Buddha Saint Heir answered, "Seven Immortal-level Divine Skills and thirty-six Great Divine Powers."

As he spoke, his demeanor radiated pride.

Divine Skills were notoriously difficult to cultivate, especially Immortal-level ones. He had devoted himself entirely to mastering Divine Skills, seeking to one day grasp their ultimate Truth—but alas...even the highest level of Great Divine Powers necessitated unimaginable effort to cultivate.

"Marvelous, truly marvelous—Master's natural talent is extraordinary, to have cultivated so many Divine Skills. But have you refined them to the pinnacle, achieving the Tao Level?" Lin Fan asked.

The Buddha Saint Heir frowned, perplexed by Lin Fan's line of questioning.

"What exactly are you trying to say? I don't mind answering; no, I have not. Divine Skills are exceedingly difficult to refine, and reaching the Tao Level remains the aspirational dream for everyone. Are you implying that you've succeeded? And if so, what's the point of bragging about it?"

It occurred to him that something was off.

But upon careful thought,

He couldn't pinpoint the anomaly.

Lin Fan chuckled and said, "Since that's the case, please keep your eyes open, Master. Don't blink—observe closely."

"Reflecting back to my early martial days—the first Cultivation Technique I practiced was called 'Wild Boar Charge.'"

As his voice fell,

Lin Fan's stance lowered slightly, before a surge of formidable energy exploded forth.

Amid the Void, a phantom Wild Boar King radiating ferocity began to materialize. A seemingly ordinary Cultivation Technique, refined to this level, had undergone earth-shaking transformation. Once imbued with the Tao Level, it transcended the mundane realm.

"A low-grade Cultivation Technique—a mere 'Wild Boar Charge,' imbued with the Tao Level transforms into an ancient, ferocious Wild Boar King stamping across the heavens."

Suddenly—

A reverberating roar shook the heavens and the earth.

"Later, I practiced a second-tier Sword Skill, the 'Fiery Sun Saber Skill.'"

Whoosh!

In Lin Fan's hand, a fiery-red blade condensed into being. As he slashed it forward, boundless flames scorched the Heavenly Vault, spreading into an eternal sea of fire.

Lin Fan continued recounting the various Martial Arts techniques he had cultivated.

With each technique named, unprecedented and awe-inspiring phenomena manifested.

All of these techniques had entered the Tao Level, though Lin Fan's own limitations prevented him from fully unleashing their ultimate potential.

The Buddha Saint Heir maintained a composed expression; while these extraordinary displays startled him, they weren't enough to sow fear.

Just what was this fellow trying to accomplish?

Qin Yang asked, "Brother Xiang, what do you think Brother Lin aims to achieve with this? I'm completely baffled."

Xiang Fei's face turned solemn. "Brother Lin is showcasing the Martial Arts Techniques he has cultivated. Every single technique and Divine Skill he's refined, since the beginning of his path, has reached the pinnacle—the Tao Level. Such talent—such perseverance—it's unparalleled. I, Xiang Fei, have never seen anything like it before, nor even heard tell of such feats."

"No wonder I could never compare to him—Brother Lin's every step has been laid with such solid foundations. It's laughable that I never saw through it before."

At this moment, Xiang Fei finally understood the true chasm between himself and Lin Fan.

A gap that could never be bridged in a lifetime.

"Yellow Springs Hell!"

Winds howled ominously as the Supreme Immortal Law constructed the scene of a hellish underworld. The Ten Halls Yama, the Naihe Bridge, and the Three-Life Stone—all the underworld's utmost yin treasures appeared one by one.

Souls mindlessly shuffled forward; spectral officials patrolled the domain. Perhaps sensing the manifestations overhead, these officials paused their steps, looking upward, though they couldn't see Lin Fan—instead, they felt an ethereal presence.

…

"Heavenly Demon Supreme Body."

A towering demon beyond imagination materialized, striding across endless starry skies with bare feet. Chains coiled around its body, emanating thick Demonic Qi, connecting pitch-black, lifeless stars. Slowly pacing, it occasionally gazed around, and with mere scrutiny, celestial bodies disintegrated.

All these phenomena emerged from Lin Fan's cultivation of Tao Level Divine Skills, their terrifying spectacle captivating every observer.

The Buddha Saint Heir, once indifferent, now wore a grave expression, his pupils trembling with fear. Faced with the countless phenomenon Lin Fan summoned, words eluded him.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Worship!"

In the darkness, a golden light shattered the void, rapidly spreading and illuminating the bleak cosmos.

"Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum."

A vast Buddha chant resonated throughout the heavens, the echoes thunderous and perpetual within the heart.

Suddenly, the Golden Light Buddha Temple and the Western Pure Land appeared. Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Buddhas, and Ancient Buddhas sat atop Lotus Buddha Platforms, reciting scriptures aloud.

Seeing this vision, the Buddha Saint Heir's pupils widened in disbelief, his irises shimmering gold. His body trembled uncontrollably as his knees gradually bent—on the verge of kneeling.

But he was an Immortal Monarch! How could he kneel so easily?

"What sort of Buddhas are those? Why have I never seen them before?" The Buddha Saint Heir murmured in awe and confusion.

Lin Fan ignored him.

Instead, he continued to display his mastery of Divine Skills.

Devil's Sorrow!

Despair Corpse Domain!

The manifestation of these Divine Skills began to shake the Buddha Saint Heir's Buddha's Heart. Though he was a Buddha—pure, radiant, and holy—the negative phenomena started to unravel his mind.

His Buddha's Heart showed signs of breaking.

"Reverse Yin Yang Qian Kun Skill!"

Yin and Yang reversed, Heaven and Earth scattered. Immortal Qi and corrupt Qi intermixed, spiraling chaos into a boundless void that consumed all. Anyone falling victim to this chaos would lose themselves irrevocably.

"Huff!"

Lin Fan exhaled lightly, slightly fatigued. He could only summon phenomena for Immortal-level Divine Skills.

Tao Level? Heavenly Dao Level? These were too taxing and unworthy of risk. However,

What he had shown was already sufficient.

He had completely astonished everyone present.

A scene unheard of and unseen before.

The surrounding space had entirely transformed—what remained was the perpetual manifestation of various Divine Skills and Immortal Techniques.

"Master, this is the manifested domain of my Divine Skills. Why not take a walk within it?" Lin Fan spoke with a serene smile.

Where once the mysterious man disdainfully watched Immortal Zuo, a look of terror now consumed his gaze; no longer did he exhibit his former air of detached amusement—instead, his expression resembled one witnessing a ghost.

Who could achieve such mastery?

Who could refine Divine Skills to this degree?

An Immortal Emperor?

No—they couldn't reach this level.

An Immortal Venerable?

Perhaps—but certainly not while in the Immortal Realm.

Not the Daluo Golden Immortal, nor the Immortal Monarch, nor the Immortal King.

"Please, Master…" Lin Fan said.

The Buddha Saint Heir remained rooted to the spot, his legs trembling violently. He attempted to raise them, but they fell back to the ground. Sweat trickled from his forehead, his pallor ashen, and his Buddha's Heart shattered.

"This humble monk…"

"I…"

Crack!

A shattering noise echoed.

His Buddha's Heart had broken.

The Buddha Saint Heir sank to his knees in despair before the manifested phenomena. His voice trembled as he confessed:

"I lost…"

"I dare not step forward."