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

Chen Fan slowly withdrew his fist and looked down at his hands.

His skin was smooth and lustrous like jade, without a trace of the rough scales of an ancient demon, making him look no different from an ordinary, handsome scholar. But only he knew the earth-shattering power contained within this body.

"Peak of Tribulation Transcending..."

Chen Fan clenched his fist, feeling the power that seemed capable of crushing stars at will, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Seventy years of life-or-death predicament, seventy years of trials and tribulations leading to transformation.

Today, he has finally reached the pinnacle.

"Chen Fan..."

A very weak cry came from a corner of the hall.

Chen Fan turned around and saw that Luo Sha's remnant soul had become as transparent as paper, as if it would dissipate into the air at any moment.

In order to maintain the legacy and to protect this space from being completely destroyed by the breakthrough fluctuations just now, Rosa had exhausted the last bit of power of her obsession.

Chen Fan strode forward and bowed deeply to Luo Sha.

This bow was not to heaven and earth, but only to the ancient demon senior who had bestowed upon him such great fortune.

"I will always remember your great kindness, senior," Chen Fan said solemnly.

Rosa looked at the young man before him, whose aura was so profound that even he could not see through him, and a smile of utter relief appeared on his illusory face.

"Good...good lad..." Rosa's voice trailed off, "What I couldn't do back then...you've done...the ancient demon's body is in your body...not wasted..."

"This starry sky... ultimately belongs to you young people..."

"Go...use this power...to sever the karmic ties that bind you...to crush those who try to stop you..."

Rosa's body began to transform into specks of starlight, gradually dissipating upwards from her feet.

"I have waited in the darkness for tens of thousands of years... This obsession... can finally be let go..."

"Black Rock Clan...my home..."

With a final, almost imperceptible murmur, Rosa's eyes, which had once held sway over the starry sky, slowly closed. His remnant soul transformed into a final ray of starlight, completely merging into the star palace he had personally built, leaving no trace whatsoever.

The ancient demon, a powerful figure, vanished completely from the world.

Chen Fan stood there, motionless for a long time.

He stared intently in the direction where Rosa had vanished, his eyes deep and unfathomable, lost in thought.

After a long while.

Chen Fan turned around and looked up at the top of the hall. There, the array that had originally sealed off this underground space was now riddled with holes from the impact.

"Da Yuan, the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect."

Chen Fan uttered a few words, his tone calm, yet they carried a chilling killing intent.

"Seventy years have passed; it's time to settle that score."

He pointed his right hand like a sword and gently slashed it towards the void above.

"laugh!"

Without using the eleven swords, relying solely on the physical laws of his fingertips and the sword intent of immortals and demons, a terrifying sword light, grayish-white with a hint of dark gold, shot into the sky.

"Boom!!!"

The underground ruins that had trapped Chen Fan for seventy years, the chaotic region located deep in the boundless sea where even Nascent Soul cultivators dared not easily set foot, were struck by this sword as if by a giant axe that split the heavens and earth!

The thick seabed rock above, the churning chaotic mist, and the seawater that had been suppressed for countless years were all cleaved in two by this sword!

On the surface of the boundless sea.

Immediately afterwards, a huge crack tens of thousands of feet long appeared on the sea surface, and the seawater rolled back to both sides, forming two water walls thousands of feet high, revealing a deep abyss passage leading directly to the seabed.

For the first time in seventy years, sunlight shone through the thick clouds into this sea of ​​death.

In a misty atmosphere and golden sunlight.

A figure in cyan robes, with hands behind his back, slowly rose from the abyss of the sea, stepping out of the chaotic region of the boundless sea!

……

The gray fog of the boundless sea gradually thinned behind him, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, slapped against his face. When Chen Fan stepped onto the teleportation array, a flash of light appeared, and he disappeared from the array platform outside Zhenhai Pass.

He didn't go through the main entrance.

In a military town on the border of Zhao State, several early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were patrolling outside the teleportation hall, their gazes sweeping over every cultivator entering and leaving like hawks. Chen Fan lowered the brim of his hat, tucked the golden token into the deepest part of his sleeve, and mingled with the crowd as an ordinary rogue cultivator, stepping onto the teleportation array leading to Beifeng City.

He didn't want to cause trouble.

Seventy years ago, he killed the fourth prince, Zhao Yu, and was wanted by the Zhao Kingdom with a bounty of seven million mid-grade spirit stones. All the Nascent Soul cultivators on Tiannan Star were searching for him. Although times have changed, he was well aware of the Zhao Kingdom's favoritism towards Zhao Yu.

The light from the teleportation array flickered. Chen Fan closed his eyes, but his mind was filled with the information he had heard along the way.

In a teahouse in Beifeng City, several Foundation Establishment cultivators were discussing in hushed tones.

"Have you heard? The First Prince Zhao Yan, the former Crown Prince Regent, is now under house arrest in his residence."

"That's right. After the Fourth Prince died, the King was furious. Although he didn't openly depose the Crown Prince, most of the First Prince's people were purged during that time. Elders Han Cen and Ouyang Ye were transferred away from the core of the Hall of Worship and are now only doing odd jobs on the periphery."

"What a tragedy... The First Prince was such a good person back then, but he was dragged down by the Fourth Prince's affair."

Chen Fan paused slightly in the hand holding the rough porcelain teacup.

He didn't reply, but simply drank the cold tea in his bowl in one gulp, got up, and left the teahouse.

The teleportation array takes less than half a day to travel from Northwind City to the Imperial City.

However, Chen Fan did not go directly to the imperial city.

He took a detour, first going to a market town outside the city, where he changed into a slightly worn gray-blue cloth robe, and then subtly adjusted his appearance using a character-fixing technique. The person in the mirror looked a little older than seventy years ago—a few more strands of gray hair at his temples, and deeper lines at the corners of his eyes, but his eyes remained calm and still, like an ancient well with no bottom.

Seventy years.

For a cultivator, it's not a long time, but for someone who has traveled from the sealed land to Tiannan Star and fought in the Boundless Sea for most of his life, these seventy years feel like a long dream.

He stood on the official road outside the south gate of the imperial city and looked up.

The city walls were still the same, built of massive black and gold stones, with array towers standing tall, but the faces of the armored soldiers patrolling the walls had all changed. He had spent several years in this city, from a highly respected official to a wanted fugitive, and now, returning, he felt as if he had lived through another world.

Chen Fan did not use the main entrance.

He concealed his presence with the golden bowl and circled around the city wall to a secluded corner gate on the east side. He had known about this corner gate for seventy years; it was the passage for transporting vegetables from the kitchen of the main hall, and the guards were lax and the array was weak.

into the night.

The lights of the imperial city flickered like stars in the night. Chen Fan moved through the alleys and streets, his figure like a wisp of smoke, silently landing at the base of the wall in the back alley of the First Prince's residence.

The mansion was much quieter than before.

The stone lions in front of the gate were covered in dust, and the copper nails on the vermilion gate were dull and lifeless. Only two old servants in the Foundation Establishment stage were guarding the gate, which was completely different from the bustling place that Han Cen had described back then.