Perfect World: I Am Eternal

Chapter 396 Granting You Eternal Life
Upon hearing this, Lan Xian's pale face turned even paler, and a chill ran down her spine.

Sure enough, the worst thing happened: the other party coveted her body and wanted to use her as a "breeding pig".

"You and I are both descendants of immortal families, with immortal blood flowing through our veins. If we combine our bloodlines, we will surely give birth to a child with the strongest bloodline."

Feng Yan smiled wickedly, sizing up Lan Xian as if she were a commodity, her life and death entirely in his hands.

Then, he glanced at Lin Fan and nodded, saying, "Not bad, this is also a top student of the Immortal Academy. He has immortal energy and abundant blood energy. He has a good body."

Clearly, Lin Fan was also being treated as prey, and they were preparing to use the same methods to seize his human fruit and replace his soul.

Lan Xian, from a powerful clan, was no stranger to this. In ancient times, there were some evil traditions that used their physical bodies to create others.

"Feng Yan, a great calamity is imminent. Are you trying to make an enemy of the Lan family and the Immortal Academy by persecuting the seeds of the future? Will you fight to the death?" Lan Xian rebuked.

"The world is destined to be in chaos. Even the immortals of the ancient times cannot escape their fate. Who can stop it? In the end, they will all fail and their blood will stain the wasteland."

"All I need to do is use you to create a few unparalleled masters to protect the Feng Clan from harm," Feng Yan said coldly.

"You are despicable, selfish, heartless, and disregard the bigger picture. You will be punished by heaven!"

Lan Xian cursed wildly, no longer caring about her dignified image, even though she knew what was coming to her.

During their conversation, Lin Fan remained calm. This wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this, and he quietly put his hands behind his back.

"Well, that's the end of it. I don't have the patience to say anything more to you. All this talk of confrontation and righteousness is doomed to failure in the face of another dimension. It's better to be selfish and just focus on your own survival."

Feng Yan walked towards the two, his gaze deep and full of confidence. They were just two gods, mere ants. How could they possibly resist?
"Don't forget, my master is still on the island. If something happens to him, he will definitely be able to sense it, and you won't be able to leave then either."

"You don't need to worry about that. If I dare to take action, I naturally have a way to bypass those old fogies' inspection."

Feng Yan remained calm and did not take the threat to heart.

"Junior brother, hurry up and kill me. Remember to strike hard and don't leave any physical body behind. I don't want to be licked by dogs."

Lan Xian transmitted her voice, saying that things had come to this point and she felt a sense of despair. Her youth was in full bloom, and she was about to perish here.

"Seriously, is your Feng family all as shameless as dogs?"

Lin Fan was indifferent. This was clearly a renowned master, a super expert, yet he had no shame and tried to harm a junior.

At this moment, he understood why the Wind Clan was the first to betray them during the war between the two realms; it turned out that there had been signs of this all along.

They are even more ruthless and detestable than Jin Taijun, because they have been secretly stabbing people in the back, harming talented individuals, and are impossible to guard against.

"Hehe, it's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like that. Young people have a lot of backbone, but I like to reinvent myself." Feng Yan smiled faintly.

At this moment, Lin Fan and Lan Xian were nothing more than two objects in his eyes, and he was not afraid of any unforeseen events.

"Hypocrite, shameful!" Lan Xian cursed wildly, indignant.

"Go ahead and curse, you'll soon be speechless." Feng Yan said with disdain, as if he had everything under control.

"Hey, do you know how miserable Feng Xinglie's death was, how he knelt in front of me begging for mercy?" Lin Fan shouted.

"Did you kill Lie'er?" Feng Yan's eyes widened, a fierce glint flashing within them.

He raised his hand and grabbed Lin Fan, wanting to pull him over for further questioning or even to search his soul.

However, at that moment, a long black banner rose from behind Lin Fan, enveloped in chaotic energy, and its power pressed down on the world.

"Hey!"

A chaotic sword light swept out, striking the giant hand with incredible speed, happening in the blink of an eye.

With a deafening roar, before Feng Yan could even react, one of his hands exploded, cleaved into a cloud of blood mist. The change was so astonishing that even Lan Xian was speechless.

As for Feng Yan, his face was deathly pale. He glanced at his severed wrist, which was covered in blood, and could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Over the years, his cultivation has approached the Supreme Realm, reaching the heavens and earth, and his status is revered. Who could possibly harm him like this?
Feng Yan stared intently at the long black banner, his pupils shrinking as he exclaimed, "A Supreme Artifact!"

"Crack!"

The next moment, his severed wrist was reshaped, and his flesh and blood regenerated. With cultivation at this level, as long as he was not dead, he could do this.

At the same time, he was also quickly retreating, creating some distance between himself and others. This sudden change really startled him.

"It's just a weapon. How many times can you use it? You're so arrogant!" Feng Yan's face was gloomy. The injury he suffered just now was completely unexpected.

If he doesn't confront the enemy head-on and tries to hide, even the Supreme Weapon can't hit him, and can completely wear him down.

"You failed to kill me with one blow, and you still didn't think about running away. That's your biggest mistake!" Lin Fan said.

As soon as he finished speaking, another shocking change occurred. Around Feng Yan, one after another, phantom images of gods and demons appeared, their auras terrifying.

"When did they appear? Those old men weren't here at all. Why are you being protected by others?"

Feng Yan was alarmed. Even someone as strong as him was being forced back, feeling uneasy. Each of those illusory figures was no weaker than him.

"boom!"

At this moment, the Emperor's Banner flew into the sky, and with a gentle tremor, the universe collapsed, black mist descended, and a gravitational vortex was formed.

Feng Yan's expression changed, as he felt a tremendous suction force pulling at his soul, trying to pull it away from his body and plunge it into the deepest hell.

At the same moment, those phantom images of gods and demons were also moving. They had no physical bodies and were like spirits, helping to pull Feng Yan's soul along.

"Oh no!" Feng Yan shouted. This was too terrifying, too supernatural.

That long black banner could summon the dead and powerful to fight, harvest the souls of living beings, and turn them into puppets.

It was truly bizarre; he had never seen such a strange chaotic artifact before. Even someone as powerful as him felt a chill and fear.

"what……"

Feng Yan screamed in agony, blood streaming from his brow, his forehead cracked, and his primordial spirit was being forcibly pulled from his body.

He tried to stop it, using all sorts of supernatural powers to shake off the ghosts clinging to his body and break free from the suction, but to no avail.

Most terrifyingly, as the black mist descended, his primordial spirit began to become clouded, dull, and out of control.

"...I remember now, it's that demonic weapon, the Holy..."

This was Feng Yan's last cry of unwillingness. His primordial spirit completely left his body, was covered by black mist, and was collected into the black banner.

Finally, only one intact body remained, lying motionless on the ground.

Lan Xian was petrified by this scene. Feng Yan, who had been so domineering just moments before, was dead in the blink of an eye. It felt unreal.

Her body went limp, and she collapsed into Lin Fan's arms, dazed, and asked, "Is he really dead?"

"No, I have granted him eternal life!" Lin Fan shook the long banner in his hand, and Feng Yan's soul flashed by.

In a sense, as long as the Emperor's Banner remained intact, he truly achieved the immortality that everyone dreamed of.

(End of this chapter)