Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

This transformation is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Time slipped away silently in the blazing firelight.

One day, two days, ten days...

During this period, the entire Heavenly Fire Holy City was placed under the highest level of martial law.

The high priest personally ordered the closure of all passages within a hundred miles of the crater. Except for a few elders of the Heavenly Fire tribe, no one was allowed to approach the altar.

As for the three geniuses who lost their qualifications, they were ruthlessly expelled by the High Priest on the very first day.

A month later.

Chen Fan, who sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, finally began to slowly subside the crimson flames that had been burning on his body for a whole month.

Finally, all the flames transformed into a crimson ancient demonic rune, which disappeared deep within his brow.

"call!"

Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

This breath of foul air transformed into a visible streak of fire that shot out several meters before dissipating.

He looked down at his hands.

The scales on his palms took on a restrained dark red hue, seemingly less dazzling than before, but as soon as he clenched his fist slightly…

"Bang!"

The air in his palm was instantly crushed, producing a piercing sonic boom. A pure, unadulterated physical power surged within him, like a dormant volcano.

"What a powerful physical body. The current strength of this body is probably three times stronger than my original body when it was in the Core Formation stage."

Chen Fan secretly made his own plans.

After a month of reshaping the Crimson Emperor's legacy, his bloodline has been completely transformed.

He didn't know if this was the highest bloodline among the ancient demon race, but at least every breath he took now could resonate with the fire-elemental laws of the surrounding world.

Lost in thought, he looked up and found that there was no one around him.

The three young men from the Heavenly Fire Department had disappeared, as had the high-ranking vice-priests.

On the vast altar of bones, only one person remained.

High Priest!

This ancient demon, who held a supreme position in the Skyfire Tribe and even the entire Ancient Demon Wasteland, was now standing hunched over, no more than three zhang away from Chen Fan.

Upon seeing Chen Fan open his eyes, the high priest's weathered old face was immediately filled with unprecedented respect and fervor.

He crossed his arms over his chest, bowed deeply, and performed an ancient salute that was never even performed before the clan chief.

"I, the 73rd High Priest of the Heavenly Fire Tribe, pay my respects to the successor of the Crimson Emperor!"

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow slightly.

He didn't get up immediately, but remained seated, calmly observing the old monster whose attitude had completely changed.

"What does the High Priest mean by this?" Chen Fan's voice was calm, without the slightest hint of arrogance arising from receiving the inheritance.

The high priest straightened up and looked at Chen Fan's calm and composed eyes, feeling even more awe in his heart.

"My lord, you possess the highest crimson inheritance of our clan, unseen for five thousand years. You are undoubtedly the holy son of my Heavenly Fire tribe." The high priest's voice trembled slightly, unable to conceal his excitement. "According to the ironclad law passed down through generations of our clan, whoever obtains the highest inheritance of the Crimson Emperor becomes the master of my Heavenly Fire tribe. I have already informed all the Grand Elders that, as long as you nod, the succession ceremony can be held immediately, and you will become the new patriarch of my Heavenly Fire tribe!"

If any other member of the ancient demon race had said this, they would probably have fainted on the spot from excitement.

Chief of the Heavenly Fire Tribe!

What does that mean?

It means controlling an elite army of millions, possessing the richest cultivation resources on the entire ancient demon star, and having the power of life and death over countless small and medium-sized tribes.

To rise to the top in one step and wield absolute power—nothing could be more lucrative.

However, Chen Fan didn't even blink after hearing these words.

He slowly stood up, patted off non-existent dust from his robes, and his gaze swept over the high priest's expectant old face.

"The position of clan leader?" Chen Fan asked indifferently. "Not interested."

These three words, though seemingly light, struck the high priest's chest like three heavy hammer blows.

The high priest's smile froze instantly; he even wondered if he was too old and had misheard.

"M-My lord, what did you say?" The high priest took a small step forward in disbelief. "That's the position of chieftain of the Heavenly Fire Tribe! Do you know that once you sit in that position, you are the uncrowned king of this ancient demon star? Even those reclusive Nascent Soul stage elders will show you deference. Such supreme glory and power..."

"Such glory and power are nothing but a burden to me."

Chen Fan interrupted the high priest without any politeness.

With his hands behind his back, he walked to the edge of the altar, looking down at the vast and prosperous volcanic city below, his eyes showing no greed or longing.

Chen Fan was incredibly shrewd and experienced.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

The title of chieftain of the Tianhuo tribe sounds prestigious, but once one takes that position, it means taking responsibility for the rise and fall of the entire tribe.

Every day, they have to deal with countless power struggles, balance the interests of various families, and even face open and covert attacks from other super tribes.

He came to this Demon Heart Pass to seek recognition and to pass the test so that he could return to the outside world as soon as possible to resolve the crisis of the Great Abyss, not to be a babysitter for a group of ancient demons!

Moreover, Chen Fan is a cultivator at heart, pursuing the Great Dao of Immortality and personal transcendence.

In his eyes, such worldly power and dominance were not as tangible as a top-grade spiritual herb.

"This ancient demon body is indeed a hundred times stronger than before after receiving the inheritance." Chen Fan turned around and looked at the high priest. "But that doesn't mean I'm suitable to be your clan leader. I'm a carefree person, and what I hate most is trouble."

The high priest opened his mouth, and the expression on his face was extremely interesting.

He has lived for thousands of years and has seen countless instances of family members killing each other for power and people resorting to any means to obtain resources.

But he had never seen anyone refuse the position of chief of the Heavenly Fire Tribe with the excuse that they were afraid of the trouble!

"My lord, this... how can this be considered troublesome?" The high priest wrung his hands anxiously. "If you are unwilling to manage affairs, you can leave the daily matters to the elders. You only need to sit in the temple as a symbol, a symbol of faith. My Heavenly Fire Tribe desperately needs a holy king with crimson blood to lead the entire situation. This concerns our grand plan to unify the Ancient Demon Star for ten thousand years!"

"That's your grand plan, what does it have to do with me?" Chen Fan's tone remained calm, yet it conveyed an undeniable determination.

He looked directly at the high priest, then changed the subject: "High Priest, I've been here for a month, it's time for me to go back."