Chapter 56: The Oncoming Assault

Lin Fan seemed to have entered a state of enlightenment, sitting motionless on the ground for over a month without awakening. Yet his aura only grew stronger, his chest rising and falling, his heartbeat thundering like divine lightning—powerful and unfaltering.

Suddenly, Lin Fan stood up, and a torrent of vital energy surged forth like a boundless ocean, flooding the world. Only then was his cultivation realm revealed—he had reached the tenth stage of physical refinement.

“Selfless, true self—one fist is enough to shatter all techniques. I am eternal. This is the Divine Creation Fist,” Lin Fan murmured, closing his eyes once again. He began to move slowly, his fist trembling, and a terrifying force swept out, striking the heavens.

“Among heaven and earth exist invincible beings—they are monuments, supreme and unrivaled. But I have faith in my own invincibility; even monuments must shatter beneath my fist.”

Lin Fan punched skyward, unstoppable, brewing his own path so as to condense his Dao and take a single stride into the Vein Condensation Realm.

“The Divine Creation Fist is a technique, not the Dao itself, but it is the swiftest shortcut to connect with the Dao. In ancient times, some used it to comprehend their own forbidden methods and became invincible in the world. I wonder if you can reach that stage.”

The figure of Prison Heaven appeared again, his presence becoming ever more familiar. With a meaningful look, he muttered to himself, then gazed into the distance.

“This is truly the aura of the ancients. It’s a pity that this is no longer my era,” he sighed, his eyes filled with memories.

Black Demon Heaven had been a prison from ancient times, isolated from the mortal realm, preserving the most pristine ancient aura for countless years. It was this very atmosphere that left Prison Heaven so wistful and desolate.

At this moment, Lin Fan was lost in profound realization, deaf to the affairs of the world; even if the sky collapsed or the earth split, it would not concern him. His vital energy roiled as if a true dragon had been reborn, brimming with life, a beacon in the darkness drawing all eyes.

A massive stone stele floated above his head, radiating dazzling light.

In the next instant, the stele burst apart and transformed into a giant hand, vast as a mountain, pressing down on all directions, its five fingers spread wide, spanning nearly six hundred feet.

“Not a bad Dao—there’s a hint of invincibility in it, but it’s still too immature. Further comprehension is needed,” Prison Heaven remarked, his standards high. He had already discerned the direction of Lin Fan’s realization, but said no more. Comprehending the Dao depended on one’s own ability; others could not interfere.

After the giant hand crushed the void, Lin Fan’s hands bent suddenly, as if wrestling a dragon. The dragon’s light shone brilliantly, flooding the world.

Lin Fan moved again. The Kunpeng spread its wings, soaring aloft, a fierce aura sweeping across the skies. He seemed a god of war, striding from the chaos, capturing dragons and seizing Kunpengs—peerless and unmatched.

“True dragons and Kunpengs were the overlords of ancient times—invincible and unchallenged. Such audacity, to trample even those divine beasts beneath his feet,” Prison Heaven’s eyes lit up in surprise, but then his expression grew cold, a hint of killing intent appearing.

“So, they’ve come. But I will not intervene. Let’s see what power your Dao now possesses,” Prison Heaven’s figure faded, merging once more into Lin Fan’s body.

Half an hour later, several figures appeared in the distance.

“Such fresh blood—a new arrival! Ha ha, I’ll be able to live another hundred years,” roared a colossal beast, dozens of yards long, its maw gaping, thick with a fetid stench.

“Devourer, don’t you dare fight me for this one!” came a harsh shout, demonic energy surging as a demon of the Flame Demon Clan approached, his burly form like a small mountain.

“Hmph, power decides all,” the beast snarled, spitting a beam of divine light at the Flame Demon Clan warrior.

It was a piece of purplish-red metal, exuding a terrifying aura, charging forward with unstoppable momentum.

“Still using your old tricks after all these years,” the Flame Demon Clan warrior snorted, his body bursting into flames. He struck out with his palm, sending the purplish-red metal flying.

“Your strength has declined quite a bit,” the beast retrieved its metal, its aura flaring, its enormous pupils like lanterns, fierce and menacing.

“There’s no need for you two to quarrel. I am old and need this one’s flesh and blood to extend my life. Cough, cough…” A soft cough sounded as a human approached, his figure hunched, his face mottled with age spots, most of his teeth gone, one foot already in the grave.

Yet none dared underestimate this old man. Both the Devourer and the Flame Demon Clan warrior grew grave and wary in his presence.

“Don’t worry. I have little time left. I’m only here to see if there’s still a chance for me,” the old man said, leaning on a cane. Each cough brought up fresh blood; he was truly decrepit, his vitality all but drained.

“To think the Dry Bones Elder, who once vowed to exterminate our demon race and hated evil with such fervor, has fallen so low—forced to eat the flesh of his own kind to survive. What a joke,” the Devourer sneered with contempt.

“I am old. I can no longer wield my blades. If I succeed this time, I will still seek to wipe you out,” the Dry Bones Elder replied calmly, his Dao heart unshaken by anything.

They had all been Vein Condensation Realm experts imprisoned in Black Demon Heaven, now nearing the end of their lives and in need of flesh and blood to prolong their years.

“Let’s see if you have the skill,” the Flame Demon Clan warrior exchanged a glance with the Devourer, killing intent flashing as they prepared to join forces.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan remained deep in enlightenment, seemingly oblivious to the events unfolding around him.

“He is a future powerhouse—his talent and Dao are truly terrifying. Yet it is a pity he is doomed to perish here,” the old man shook his head, extending a withered hand that shimmered with radiance. In an instant, mountains and seas roared as a terrible force swept forth.

“I am not what I once was. Now, I possess at most the strength of the third or fourth level of Vein Condensation. I am old,” the old man coughed blood, but remained overbearing and fierce.

“Hmph, don’t think you can monopolize this meal!”

Vital energy erupted as the Flame Demon Clan warrior and the Devourer attacked. The vitality of demon beasts and demons far surpassed that of humans, so their lifespans remained ample—they could still fight without concern.

“In my heyday, you fled at the mere sound of my name. Now that I am old, you dare to challenge me?” the Dry Bones Elder snorted coldly, his gaze icy, his aura sweeping across the heavens.

“Do you still think this is a hundred years ago? You are old, unable to suppress us any longer. In fact, we now have the strength to kill you,” the Flame Demon Clan warrior retorted fearlessly, meeting force with force. None of the three spared Lin Fan a second thought, for all of them, seasoned experts of the higher levels of Vein Condensation, had already seen through Lin Fan’s cultivation realm.