Signing in while in Qian Renxue's arms, becoming the main villain of Douluo Continent.

"You're a woman too, will you also fall into my clutches?"

Lin Fan approached Mandala, reached out a finger to lift her snow-white, pointed chin, and smiled with a hint of frivolity and mockery.

Tang Bing and Tang Rou, standing nearby, swallowed hard upon seeing this. Lin Fan and Mandala's strength had long exceeded their comprehension. Although they couldn't tell who was stronger, Lin Fan was the first to dare to tease the Lord of the Great Luo Heaven Domain like this.

"Lord of the Domain, we have other matters to attend to, so we'll take our leave now..."

The two sisters exchanged a glance and then quietly left the room, leaving only Lin Fan and Mandala. The atmosphere became incredibly silent, and even the air seemed to freeze.

"Heh, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Mandala's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing in her golden pupils. This terrifying killing intent emanating from the body of a little girl gave off an extremely eerie feeling.

"Uh...is this how you treat your savior?"

Lin Fan felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but swallow. He obediently withdrew his finger, which eased Mandala's expression somewhat.

“I will never forget your life-saving grace. However, we have an agreement. After you help me return to the ancient heavenly palace and merge with my original body, I will give you whatever you want, including this body.”

"But before that, you'd better behave yourself..."

Mandala spoke in an extremely calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

Perhaps romantic love is insignificant to her, or perhaps she simply doesn't have those kinds of feelings.

"This state must have lasted for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. It must have been very painful."

Lin Fan's expression turned serious, and he asked a question out of the blue.

"What do you mean?"

Mandala frowned slightly.

"Once a seed, it blossomed into a flower and even took human form and developed feelings because of someone else's careful cultivation."

"The ancient celestial palace... must have been like paradise to you, its beauty deeply etched into your soul..."

"But the more beautiful and dependent something is, the greater the pain will be once it is lost, won't it?"

Mandala's petite body trembled slightly as the throbbing in her heart reached its peak. She stood there expressionless, like a puppet, but tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Lin Fan's words brutally exposed her hidden wounds and revealed the disguise she had maintained for thousands of years.

More importantly, she was perfectly capable of being the great-great ...

Her vision gradually blurred, and in a daze, the figure of the boy in front of her slowly overlapped with the figure from the deepest part of her memory, the one she was closest to and most respected...

"Emperor of Heaven..."

Mandala's lips moved slightly, and a long-forgotten name unconsciously murmured out... Tears flowed down like pearls, and Mandala's body trembled violently. At this moment, she was like a pitiful child wandering outside, whose inner pain had always been unspeakable, but now it burst forth like a flood, causing Lin Fan to feel a pang of heartache.

He quietly walked over and picked up Mandala, gently patting her back as if he were comforting his own daughter, and softly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Although some people have disappeared from this world, they may be protecting you in another way. Cry, cry your heart out, and after the tears have dried, all that will remain for the rest of your life is happiness..."

wow wow wow...

As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, Mandala hugged him and burst into tears, soaking his chest with tears in just a few seconds...

If Tang Bing and Tang Rou were still here, they would definitely be shocked. Who would have thought that the powerful overlord of Tianluo Continent, the dignified domain lord of the Great Luo Heaven Domain, would actually throw himself into Lin Fan's arms and burst into tears like a ten-year-old girl...

About ten minutes later, Mandala's convulsing body gradually calmed down, as if she had cried herself to sleep, and she actually fell into a deep sleep in Lin Fan's arms.

Her pretty face was slightly flushed, with tear stains still visible. Her long eyelashes were wet with tears and trembled slightly, constantly touching Lin Fan's heartstrings...

At this moment, Mandala seemed to have let go of everything. She no longer needed to be on edge, nor did she need to show her ruthlessness like a hedgehog, or curl up and hide herself to avoid being hurt.

"Sleep peacefully..."

Lin Fan carried Mandala to the bedside and gently placed her on the bed. At this moment, his gaze was more like that of an old father looking at his daughter, full of doting and tenderness, without any filthy or unsavory thoughts.

After calming Mandala down, Lin Fan quietly left the room and went to a secluded and quiet hilltop.

As he opened his palm, a drum-shaped magical artifact appeared before him—the Hundred Battle Drum that Lin Qingfeng had used before.

"Heh, Lin Qingfeng is really unpopular. As the son of the Valley Master of Ten Thousand Swords Valley, he only deserves this kind of trash..."

Lin Fan couldn't help but grin. This replica of the Hundred Battles Drum could be described as crudely made. It was on the verge of collapse and would probably shatter into a pile of junk after just one more use.

However, Lin Fan's greatest skill was turning trash into treasure. He pointed his finger, and his soul power directly entered the Hundred Battle Drum, carefully probing its internal structure, afraid that using too much force would completely destroy it.

A few minutes later, Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes, a look of joy on his face.

"The old man of the Hidden Sword is truly my good friend..."

Lin Fan couldn't help but smile. There was an array inside this replica of the Hundred Battles Drum. Although it was crudely made, Lin Fan could use it to glean the principles of the real Hundred Battles Drum and thus refine it!
After having an idea in mind, Lin Fan immediately put it into action. At first, he naturally encountered some setbacks, and several attempts to refine the materials ended in failure.

Fortunately, he had collected a lot of materials on the Continent of Merchants beforehand, and they could withstand the test. Finally, on the 15th day, accompanied by a powerful energy fluctuation, the brand-new Hundred Battle Drum was forged!
Boom boom boom!
Lin Fan gently patted the drumhead, and a deafening sound reverberated outwards, with an invisible wave of energy rapidly rippled outwards!
Everyone who heard the drumbeats felt an overwhelming surge of fighting spirit welling up inside them, as if their blood was about to boil!
"This is... the sound of the drums of war? Impossible..."

At this moment, Lin Qingfeng was training the battle formation master team not far away. Through the previous strict selection, the number of sword servants had been expanded from three thousand to six thousand, which was the limit that Lin Qingfeng could control at the moment!

"The drumbeats are powerful and far superior to your old rubbish... Let's go take a look!"

Qin Tiangang, who was standing nearby, also came over and spoke up.

Within the Divine Might Space, Lin Fan did not restrict their freedom. Except for the forbidden area—the residence where Lin Fan's harem was located—they could freely roam anywhere else. (End of Chapter)