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

He tried to rush over, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

"Fan'er, remember... live well."

Li Chishui turned and glanced at him, a glance filled with affection, reluctance, and resolve.

Be happy! Be joyful!!

boom--!!!

The golden light collided with the black energy, unleashing a blinding burst of light. Luo Fan was thrown away by the shockwave and crashed to the ground.

He struggled to his feet, but the golden light had already dissipated.

He saw Li Chishui standing still, with his back to him, motionless.

"Master?"

Luo Fan reached out his hand, trembling.

A dark, demonic hand pierced through Li Chishui's chest, entering from his back and penetrating his front.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Mo Chen snorted and withdrew his hand.

thump.

Li Chishui knelt down and fell forward.

"Old man!!!"

Luo Fan's eyes were bloodshot.

He tried to pounce on her, but after struggling for a long time, it was to no avail.

Mo Chen shook the blood off his hands and slowly walked towards Luo Fan. "Hand over the Great Dao Furnace to me!"

He formed his five fingers into claws and reached for Luo Fan's crown.

The hand drew closer, and the aura of death enveloped him.

Luo Fan's eyes were bloodshot, and his spiritual energy was circulating wildly within his body, but he could not break free from his own restraints.

hatred.

Overwhelming hatred nearly consumed him.

He wanted to kill Mo Chen, he wanted to raze the Soul Devouring Hall to the ground, he wanted to…

At this moment, a slight vibration suddenly came from Luo Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

His increasingly lost gaze suddenly froze for a moment.

Just as Mo Chen's hand was about to touch the top of his head.

Luo Fan smiled.

"I almost fell for your trick!"

Ok?

Mo Chen's hand froze in mid-air as he looked at Luo Fan.

"You're saying that everything your remnant soul sees and feels is transmitted back to your original body?"

Luo Fan raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, but his gaze became increasingly clear.

"But when I killed you in the spirit realm, your remnant soul couldn't even let out a scream."

"You'd be tormented to death by the repeated side effects of the Soul-Eating Pill, where would you find the time to send a message?"

Mo Chen's expression changed slightly.

"Furthermore, if they truly know that the Great Dao Furnace is in my hands, given the Soul Killing Hall's modus operandi..."

"What stands before me now is not an illusion."

"Instead, it was a demonic cultivator at the Golden Core or even Nascent Soul stage who directly searched my soul and refined my spirit, taking away my furnace."

"so--"

Luo Fan took a deep breath, and the last trace of confusion in his eyes dissipated.

"You are not Mo Chen, you are not even one of the backup plans left by Mo Chen."

"You have merely read the deepest fears and hatreds from my memory through the Seven Emotions Miasma."

"A demon was created by combining the lingering aura of ink dust in my mind."

"Your goal isn't to kill me, nor to steal the treasure, but to make me..."

Collapsed amidst extreme hatred and fear, went mad, and became nourishment for this miasma.

Mo Chen fell silent.

His figure fluctuated, and his face shifted between the ink dust and the blurry, multicolored mist.

"You are very smart."

Finally, his image froze on a face that was neither human nor ghost, and his voice became hollow.

"But what good is intelligence? You may see through the illusion, but you can't change reality."

"Although Mo Chen is dead, the Soul Killing Hall still exists."

"Their search for the Great Forge has never ceased; sooner or later, they will find you."

"Just like you see, kill everyone you care about and take everything you have."

"And you, there's nothing you can do."

Luo Fan clenched his fists, his nails dripping blood, knowing these were psychological tactics.

But some words, even if they are false, can still hurt your heart.

"you're right."

Luo Fan smiled. "The Soul Killing Hall is still here. They'll come sooner or later."

"but--"

He stared directly at the collapsing illusion.

"I will not allow them to harm the people I care about in the slightest."

"I will become stronger, so strong that they will tremble at the mere mention of my name."

"So powerful that it terrifies them when they think of the Peach Blossom Temple."

"So powerful that I used their blood to pay tribute to my master and all those who died because of them."

The words fell.

Luo Fan closed his eyes.

It's not about escaping, but about introspection.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the cold fire of the Nether Spring burned quietly, and the Great Dao Furnace slowly rotated.

The hatred, fear, and resentment stirred by the illusion were transformed into the purest fighting spirit under the tempering of the dark blue flames.

"My inner demons..."

"It's just the sustenance that makes me stronger."

"My fear..."

"It's just an obstacle I have to overcome."

"My hatred..."

"It is merely a guiding light on my path!"

"Mo Chen is dead, but the Soul Killing Hall is not destroyed."

"So what?"

"I, Luo Fan, will today sever this illusion of your inner demons—"

"One day, I will personally ascend the Hall of Soul Slaughter, slay all the demons, and raze the mountain gate to the ground!"

"To comfort the spirit of my teacher in heaven!"

"To prove my doctrine!"

As the last word exploded!

Luo Fan opened his eyes!

The crimson in his eyes had faded, but the bloodshot veins remained, and deep within his pupils, two clusters of eerie blue flames ignited!

That wasn't anger, nor was it hatred.

It's a fire!

It's about seeing through illusion!

After severing inner demons and confronting fear, the true fire of self is ignited from the deepest part of the soul!

"Break!"

Luo Fan pointed his fingers together like a sword, and the cold fire of the Nether Spring and the newly born Dao Fire intertwined and entwined at his fingertips.

It transformed into a slender sword beam with golden light within its dark blue hue, and slashed out with a single strike!

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no world-destroying power.

Only a single, perfectly condensed sword light, faster than thought, streaked across the void.

Where the sword light passed, space froze, then was sliced ​​apart and erased conceptually.

"No--!!!"

Mo Chen let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

He tried to resist, tried to evade, tried to dissipate into black mist.

But it didn't work.

That sword light didn't target his physical form, but rather the very thought of his existence.

It is the embodiment of Luo Fan's fear, hatred, and unwavering belief in victory towards Mo Chen!

The sword light pierced through the ink dust without any hindrance.

"You can't kill me!"

Mo Chen looked at the thin, almost invisible sword mark on his chest and a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"I am omnipresent!"

"As long as the fear in your heart remains, I will never die!"

"Is that so?"

Luo Fan stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching him. "Then look at what's under your feet?"

Mo Chen lowered his head subconsciously.

The ground beneath his feet had, without him noticing, transformed into a lake as clear as a mirror.

The lake's reflection was not of ruins, blood-red clouds, or corpses.

It was Luo Fan's eyes, burning with azure Dao flames, reflecting his image.

That figure is crumbling inch by inch.

Starting from the feet, it transforms into the finest seven-colored light spots, gradually spreading upwards.

"Is this your heart lake?!"

Mo Chen finally understood, and roared in fury, "How dare you use your heart as a mirror to reflect my true self!"

"It's not a reflection."

Luo Fan calmly replied, "It is annihilation."

"The Mo Chen in my heart has died along with the real Mo Chen."

"You are nothing but a lingering remnant born of my fear."

"Now!"

He raised his hand and pointed at Mo Chen, "In my heart, there is no place for you anymore."

The words fell.

Mo Chen's figure completely disintegrated into countless colorful light spots.

The points of light did not disappear; instead, as if drawn by a force, they all turned toward Luo Fan and entered his brow.

Those were the inner demons that were slain, transformed into the purest nourishment for the soul.

at the same time.

The surrounding ruins, blood clouds, corpses and all other illusions shattered and crumbled!

in the valley.

Luo Fan remained in the same posture as before he fell into the illusion, but the aura around him had changed.

A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted uncontrollably from his body!

boom--!!!

The bottleneck at the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining was broken in an instant, and his cultivation level soared!

Qi Refining Level 7: Early Stage... Mid Stage... Late Stage... Finally, it steadily stopped at the peak of Qi Refining Level 7!

I'm only one step away from reaching the eighth level of Qi Refining!

"A breakthrough?"

Luo Fan opened his eyes, a flash of understanding in them.

Slay your inner demons, and your thoughts will be clear.

A breakthrough in cultivation level is a natural outcome.

He looked down at his hands.

Something had appeared in my palm without me even noticing.