After millions of years in the library, I became an Immortal Emperor.

Human Sacred Pool!

This is a place prepared for those who ascend to sainthood as humankind. Only those who can come from outside the snow-capped mountains and pass the test of the imperial weapon are qualified to bathe in the sacred pool.

The Sacred Pool can enhance the comprehension of those who aspire to sainthood, making it easier for them to comprehend the Great Dao. It also has the effect of refining the body and gathering the spirit.

The great human beings who attained enlightenment here in the past left their soul imprints in the sacred pool. Those who ascend to sainthood may awaken those dormant soul imprints and receive supreme inheritance.

However, he had not seen any humans come for a very long time, as if the humans had forgotten this place.

They finally got to see someone, but this person wasn't a Saint who had already ascended to the Saint realm.

It even reached a point where he couldn't see through it.

"Spirit of the Snow Mountain".

Lin Fan looked at him and said calmly.

He saw through the old man's true form, which was the embodiment of the entire snow mountain's spirit, and it was this spirit that drove the imperial formation outside the mountain.

The old man was slightly startled, feeling a sense of oppression as he faced this young human.

"The Sacred Pool of the Human Race is a training ground provided for those who have ascended to the Saint Realm. Since you have already stepped into the Saint Realm, there is no need for you to come here."

The old man spoke, blocking Lin Fan's path. His seemingly thin and hunched body exuded a heavy aura like a mountain.

Lin Fan glanced at him and continued forward.

"How dare you!"

He roared, but then saw Lin Fan walk right through him and into the sacred pool.

As he entered the water, the spiritual energy that had accumulated over countless years gathered there. Lin Fan gently waved his hand, and this spiritual energy dispersed again.

The old man stood on the shore, stopping himself from saying what he was about to say.

If he didn't come for the spiritual power of the sacred pool, then what was his purpose?

"You've been here too long."

The old man was slightly taken aback when he heard the soft words.

Too long?

He did indeed stay here for a very long time, so long that he had forgotten the time. He had the means set up by the Great Emperor, so there was no such thing as lifespan for him.

Or perhaps he could no longer be considered a life.

It can only be considered an object.

Have you ever thought about leaving?

Lin Fan asked again, looking towards the bottom of the Sacred Pool, where the strongest human being was hiding, but Lin Fan could still see what was inside.

A chaotic light surged in his pupils, and he could see through all things in the world.

It was a corpse.

A woman, dressed in a white dress and with black hair, lies quietly at the bottom of the water, unchanged even after countless ages.

Although her pupils had lost their light, one could still tell how stunningly beautiful she had once been.

This is the secret of the Human Race's Sacred Pool.

This place is not a natural paradise for enlightenment, but rather a legacy left by a powerful human being for the continuation of humanity.

Using his own corpse as a foundation, he left an undying legacy for the human race.

Unfortunately, no human can enter this place anymore.

In tens of thousands of years, the only person who came close to this place was the Qin Emperor, but he ultimately failed to reach it and did not pass the test.

"I am the guardian of the sacred pool; I cannot leave this place."

The old man shook his head.

His purpose in being is to protect.

"Should we protect the sacred pool or the human race?"

Lin Fan continued, and the old man paused, seemingly wanting to say something but stopping himself, unsure how to answer the question for a moment.

"My master told me to stay here. She said I should wait for her here, and that one day she would come back to find me."

The old man spoke, and as if he had thought of something, his previously hesitant expression instantly became firm.

"You should leave. This is not a place for you."

"Now that you have become a saint, this place is of no use to you. It is the geniuses of the human race who need to ascend to sainthood who need this place the most."

He said that this was a rule set by his former master, which he had followed for countless years, and he would still say it even if he couldn't stop Lin Fan.

Lin Fan shifted his gaze from the water and landed on him.

He trembled and took a few steps back.

"Who was the last person to come here?"

Lin Fan asked.

He seemed slightly dazed, as if he wanted to say something, but then shook his head.

"I...forgot..."

His eyes were filled with confusion, as if someone had erased a part of his memory, and he couldn't remember much.

"It's probably because the human race has found a better place than the Sacred Pool, so they don't need this place anymore. After all, this world is so big."

"But this is also a good thing."

"If humanity becomes stronger, our master will be able to return sooner."

He spoke with a hint of eagerness in his eyes, but was interrupted by Lin Fan's words the next moment.

"Humanity is about to be wiped out."

The words were casual, as if they were just stating a trivial matter, but the old man froze on the spot, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief.

"impossible!"

"Humanity is so powerful, ruling over all races, and has even opened up interstellar travel routes. With my master still here, how could humanity possibly be destroyed?"

He said, and there was even a hint of panic in his aged face.

Lin Fan looked at him and shook his head slightly.

"You already guessed some of it, didn't you?"

"Although time has erased many of your memories, you should remember the splendor of this place in the past, which is completely different from what it is now."

Lin Fan had already guessed that the woman at the bottom of the water was his master, who had long ago buried herself beneath this sacred pool.

She erased his memories, leaving him only with the responsibility of protecting this place.

Seemingly influenced by his emotions, a blizzard swept across the snow-capped mountain, as if the entire sky were about to collapse.

for a long time

"Where is the master?"

He stared intently at Lin Fan and asked.

Lin Fan just looked at him without saying a word.

"By the way, you don't know your master's identity yet. My master is the Quasi-Emperor Weiyang, the strongest being below the Great Emperor."

He said with a proud look on his face.

The strongest being below the Great Emperor, an unparalleled genius who surpassed all races in that era.

Lin Fan remained silent. He looked at the corpse at the bottom of the water again. Time had passed, but her face remained the same. He wondered how many people still remembered her.

"She's dead."

Lin Fan said.

Just three words made the old man, who was still talking incessantly about his master, pause in surprise, and then look at Lin Fan.

"She died beneath this sacred pool that you have guarded for countless years, or rather, what you are guarding is her corpse."

Lin Fan cupped his hands in the water again, causing ripples to spread across the surface. The pool water, which was brimming with boundless spiritual energy, was parted, and Lin Fan also lifted the covering on the woman's body.

The power of time surged forth in an instant, threatening to obliterate her body completely. Lin Fan pointed a finger into the void, and the torrent of time was kept at bay.

The old man had no interest in any of that; all he could see was the woman underwater.

Stunned, bewildered, fearful, sad...

Countless emotions surged in his eyes. He knelt heavily before the corpse, his head pressed to the ground, unable to lift it for a long time.

"Owner!"

He cried out, and the entire snow-capped mountain seemed to wail, with torrential snow falling, yet it spared this sacred pool atop the mountain.

Lin Fan watched this scene quietly.

It seems that he has torn a piece of humanity's past apart.