Chapter Sixty-Nine: Escape from Danger

“Insignificant ant.”

Jian Wuyang’s face was expressionless; in his eyes, Lin Fan was but a minor character. He had not intended to intervene, but at the request of Duanmu Ci, he acquiesced. No one understood the depths of Duanmu Ci’s background better than he did.

The sword’s radiance swept through the sky, an apocalyptic scene unfolding before them, its terrifying power enough to chill the soul.

“Lin Fan, this is bad! We have no power to resist. I can unleash a great technique to help you escape immediately, but it’s likely you’ll face mortal peril!”

At that moment, a voice full of urgency echoed within Lin Fan’s mind—Heavenly Prison had finally spoken, breaking his long silence.

“Why did you wait until now to appear?”

Lin Fan’s heart leaped. In his mind, Heavenly Prison was always omnipotent; surely, he would have a way out now.

“I had thought someone would intervene, but now it’s clear that’s impossible. Someone has sealed off all fluctuations here. In other words, aside from those present, no one else will ever know what happens. It appears they truly intend to see you dead.”

Heavenly Prison spoke gravely, understanding the gravity of the situation. This was a premeditated slaughter—unless something miraculous happened, Lin Fan’s death was certain.

“What can I do? A Void-breaking cultivator is several realms above me; I cannot hope to resist. The mere intent to kill has already shattered my physical body.”

Lin Fan’s face was icy, murderous intent swirling. He was unwilling to perish here, his heart seething with rage.

“Don’t worry. I can help you escape this disaster, but afterward, I will inevitably fall into slumber once more. You must find me a half-divine artifact to awaken me again.”

Heavenly Prison had not disappointed Lin Fan, though the price of such aid was steep.

“Very well. I will do whatever it takes to find you a half-divine artifact. When I return, I will stir up a storm in the Heavenly Capital Sect—let countless enemies fall!”

Lin Fan was filled with boundless sorrow and fury, his anger surging to the sky. He had never sought to offend others, yet now he was the target of such ruthless extermination—utterly deranged.

“Yes. You must quickly grow stronger, reach the Vein-condensing Realm as soon as possible, and only then will you have a voice. Once you escape this calamity, focus solely on breaking through—let nothing else distract you.”

A brilliant radiance blossomed from within Lin Fan, and he immediately felt the oppressive weight on him lighten considerably.

Heavenly Prison was activating a secret art, breaking through every barrier to whisk Lin Fan away.

“I will remember what happened today. You so-called mighty ones are nothing but thieves and scoundrels. In the end, you’re just Duanmu Ci’s lackeys. One day, I will come for each of you and settle every account.”

Lin Fan’s voice thundered to the heavens, echoing in every ear.

“He’s gone mad! He dares to threaten vengeance against the mighty, even the Void-breaking patriarchs. He’s courting death.”

Someone drew in a sharp breath, utterly shocked. No one could have imagined Lin Fan would speak so boldly—it was the height of defiance.

“He’s just a dog who thinks he can soar and become a phoenix. At best, he’s just a pawn of Yunxi. Now that Yunxi is gone, he’s just a rock by the roadside for anyone to trample.”

Mocking voices rang out; the members of the Divine Son Alliance all sneered, eager to see Lin Fan’s fate.

“You are beneath contempt. Today, I will ensure not even a scrap of you remains.”

Cheng Hai sneered, his eyes devoid of pity. Jian Wuyang’s reputation as a mass slayer was well known; tens of thousands had perished by his hand. Even the Cheng clan’s Killing God, Cheng Beihan, could not compare.

“Just for those words, I can kill you today without a second thought.”

Jian Wuyang’s voice was utterly calm, like a deity high above, unconcerned with the ants at his feet.

“You cannot kill me today. But in the days to come, I will settle accounts with you—no one will be able to save you!”

Lin Fan roared, the radiance around him blazing like a beacon in the night, too brilliant to look at directly.

Jian Wuyang sensed something amiss; a force was breaking through his bindings.

“You do have your secrets, but it’s not enough. Seal!”

Jian Wuyang let out a long cry, wielding a divine technique. A colossal rune descended, sealing off the space; even a Heaven-human realm overlord could not break through.

But Heavenly Prison’s power was not of space. Jian Wuyang’s efforts were futile, utterly meaningless.

“You cannot stop me today, nor in the future. When I return, the Celestial Court will once again reign over the Heavenly Capital Sect!”

Lin Fan’s voice thundered. He now knew that no one could stop him, and arrogance surged within him.

“Then try it!”

Jian Wuyang attacked again, manifesting a kingdom of swords—a comprehension of the Titled Realm, the beginnings of a small world.

A terrifying force warped time and space, chaos twisting, the world inverted. Jian Wuyang’s methods were indeed those of a god, invincible in every way.

“My heart soars with lofty ambition; one day, I shall cut you all down!”

The brilliance blazing from Lin Fan reached its zenith. Suddenly, a massive passage appeared, stretching toward the distant, pitch-black horizon—its destination unknowable.

“What?! Shatter!”

Jian Wuyang’s expression shifted, unease gnawing at him for the first time. Things were slipping from his control.

But it was too late. Lin Fan’s body had already vanished into the passage, in a flash traveling a thousand yards.

A fearsome sword light descended, chasing into the passage, but it was as if it entered another spacetime—unable to reach Lin Fan.

“Give up. You are powerless now. Duanmu Ci, I know you orchestrated all of this. Between us, there can be no peace!”

Lin Fan sneered, turning to address a certain spot. He knew Duanmu Ci had never left.

“If you truly escape, I will await your challenge.”

Duanmu Ci finally revealed himself, his bearing unmatched, confidence absolute—he did not see Lin Fan as a threat.

But Lin Fan could no longer hear him. His figure faded, growing ethereal, ready to ride the wind away.

The heavens and earth shook; a colossal hand reached into the passage—another mighty figure had intervened. The unfamiliar aura left all guessing, but by then Lin Fan had vanished, the newcomer a moment too late.

The situation grew ever more mysterious—who was it that made a move? Judging by Jian Wuyang’s reaction, he too was in the dark. Yet with Lin Fan’s disappearance, all questions faded into obscurity. Seeing the futility of action, the mysterious figure vanished completely, leaving no trail behind.