A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

The aura emanating from Luo Fan was not a violent outburst, but rather a quietly spreading, extremely cold undercurrent.

A chilling, deathly silence, a chilling killing intent that reached the pinnacle of destruction, silently spread outwards from him.

Along with the dark blue-black ice that had formed on the ground, the air temperature dropped below freezing.

The demonic cultivator phantoms, still locked in combat and grinning, froze in their tracks.

They seemed to be stunned by this overwhelmingly calm and terrifying killing intent.

Senior Sister Xiong is dead.

Midozhi also died.

are dead.

Die in front of him.

She died in his arms.

It felt like there was a file on Luo Fan's heart, grinding it back and forth repeatedly.

Every grinding was excruciatingly painful, but even more distinct than the pain was a sense of emptiness.

A hollow space that has emptied out the internal organs, leaving only a cold, howling wind.

Then, this void was quickly filled with something else.

Murderous intent.

A murderous intent so pure and extreme.

Luo Fan gently laid Midozhi's body flat on the ground.

He reached out and gently closed her eyes, afraid of disturbing her peaceful sleep.

After doing all this, he stood up.

Raise your head.

All emotions had faded from those bloodshot eyes.

Only a kind of absolute zero-like calm remained, which was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He looked at the three demonic cultivator phantoms who had thrown the Soul-Slaying Nails and were about to retreat into the shadows.

"You...are all going to die."

Luo Fan's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

next moment.

He appeared beside the first demonic cultivator, his right hand forming a sword shape, and touched the cultivator's brow.

The demonic cultivator's face showed horror as his head exploded from the inside, turning into a cloud of black and blue ice crystals.

Luo Fan flashed again, appearing behind the second person. He spread his five fingers on his left hand and pressed lightly against the back of the person.

The man's forward-rushing figure suddenly stiffened, and a large hole exploded in his chest, going straight through.

His wound was covered with blue-black frost, and not a drop of blood flowed out; only black mist dissipated.

The third person screamed in terror and turned to run away.

Luo Fan did not pursue.

She simply stood there, flicking her finger at his retreating figure from afar.

A tiny, rice-grain-sized, black and blue ice crystal shot out and pierced the back of his head.

The man rushed forward a few more steps, then collapsed to the ground, his body freezing, disintegrating, and dissipating.

Three breaths.

Three people.

Extinction.

Luo Fan stood still, his dark blue aura slowly receding.

The chilling killing intent grew even more solid as he turned his head, his crimson gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

Those phantom demonic cultivators slaughtering their fellow disciples, those phantom fellow disciples screaming and falling...

All of this became both incredibly clear and incredibly distant.

wrong.

A cold voice echoed deep within his mind.

None of this is right.

Senior Sister Xiong shouldn't be here.

He shouldn't have shown up at Danfeng either.

How could the Hall of Soul Killing have arrived so quickly?

Illusion.

This is an illusion!

This realization, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through the surging murderous intent and grief in his mind.

But it only created a small crack.

Even knowing it's an illusion...

Senior Sister Xiong's last words, Midozhi's eyes when she died, the warmth of her embrace, the stickiness of the blood...

It all felt so real, so real that his reason told him it was fake, yet the piercing pain and hatred still clung tightly to his soul.

It was so real that his all-seeing eyes couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood; it was as if it truly existed.

"So...this isn't fake!"

Luo Fan lowered his head, looking at his blood-stained hands, his voice hoarse.

"This is the Seven Emotions Miasma, the Illusory Heart Butterfly..."

"Is it a real nightmare woven from the deepest fears of my heart?"

He understood that the threat posed by the Hall of Soul Killing was his greatest inner conflict.

Xiong Chumo and Mi Duozhi are among the few people in the sect who he truly cares about and are willing to get close to.

Losing them was one of the things he feared most in his subconscious.

The seven emotions, like miasma, tore these fears apart, bloodily, and laid them before him.

"Good tactic."

Luo Fan's fingernails dug into his palm, the real pain keeping him conscious to the last shred of his mind.

Even if it's an illusion, even if you know it's fake, you can only get out by breaking through your fear.

He would have to face it sooner or later, so today he would fight these evil cultivators!

In Luo Fan's crimson eyes, something harder and colder was frantically gathering.

"Hehehe..."

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

"I thought you would be completely lost in this beautiful dream."

Luo Fan's body trembled, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

That sound…

He saw a figure suddenly descend from the sky as the blood-red clouds churned.

The man wore a black robe as dark as ink, embroidered with a hideous ghost face pattern, and his body was shrouded in an aura of death.

That face was sinister, aged, and a playful yet cruel smile played at the corners of its lips.

Those eyes were pure black, with no whites, just two black holes that swallowed up light.

"It's you, you devil!"

Luo Fan's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

"Surprised?"

Mo Chen looked down at him, a mocking glint in his eyes. "You think it's over just because you destroyed a wisp of my remnant soul in the artifact spirit space?"

"I have roamed the Eastern Spiritual Domain for thousands of years; how could you, an ant, possibly fathom the contingency plans I have left behind?"

"To tell you the truth, everything that my remnant soul sees and feels is transmitted back to my original body."

"You think you've won by killing a wisp of my remnant soul? You've only exposed yourself."

"Now, the entire Soul Killing Hall knows that the Great Dao Furnace is in the hands of a kid named Luo Fan."

Luo Fan quietly clenched his fist.

Is this real, or an illusion?

He tried to activate the Eye of Truth again, but still could not distinguish between truth and falsehood.

But then he saw Mo Chen raise his right hand. "It's time to end this. I'll take your body."

As he closed his five fingers, a gigantic, pitch-black hand that blotted out the sky materialized out of thin air.

Countless vengeful spirits writhed and entwined in his palm, carrying a destructive pressure, and slashed down at Luo Fan's head!

Before the giant hand arrived, the ground beneath his feet collapsed with a deafening roar, and his bones creaked under the immense pressure.

The injuries he had just suppressed erupted completely, and he uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of blood.

He wanted to move, he wanted to resist.

Under this oppressive force, they couldn't even lift a finger.

They could only watch helplessly as the giant hand, representing death and possession, drew ever closer.

Three zhang!

One foot!

Three feet!

The shadow of death completely enveloped him.

Is it over?

Even if he knew it was an illusion, this power was simply beyond his ability to resist.

Luo Fan closed his eyes. His last thought was not fear, but a deep-seated resentment.

If I were stronger, would none of this have happened today?

However, just as the fingertips of that giant hand were about to touch the top of his head...

"Demon!"

"You want to mess with my disciple? Have you even asked me first?"

It was an old, hoarse voice that Luo Fan knew all too well.

At the same time, a withered, calloused hand steadily emerged from behind him.

The person spread their five fingers and lifted them upwards.

That enormous, black hand, capable of crushing mountains, was actually held up by this withered hand.

"Master?!"

Luo Fan's voice trembled so badly it was unrecognizable.

The master he buried with his own hands in the back mountain of Danfeng, whom he could only see in his dreams and memories.

At this moment, I stood in front of him.

Use that one that once patted him on the head.

The hand that once tapped his forehead held up the collapsing sky for him.

"Fan'er".

Li Chishui didn't turn around. "Step back a bit. Leave this to your master."

boom!!

A dazzling golden flame erupted from that hunched body!

A burst of light shot into the sky, illuminating his blood-stained white hair and tattered Taoist robe, making him appear as if a god had descended.

"Li Chishui, it's you again, you old scoundrel!"

Mo Chen's smile was sinister. "Today, I will let you watch how your disciple dies because of you!"

"You dare!"

Li Chishui stood ramrod straight, his tattered Taoist robe billowing even without wind. "Demon, prepare to die!"

"Is he really a madman?"

Mo Chen scoffed, "Why are you working so hard?"

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the black mist in the sky transformed into countless ghostly claws, sweeping towards Li Chishui.

Instead of retreating, Li Chishui advanced, clasped his hands together, and his body erupted with dazzling golden light.

He was burning his last bit of his soul!

"A direct descendant is more important than life itself!"

That’s it again!

Luo Fan's heart clenched painfully.