The Great Desolation Begins

Before Lin Fan could think further, the River Diagram and Luo Script were blasted away by the Ancestral Witches' fist energy as soon as they were summoned.

Zhu Jiuyin disrupted the river of time, causing space and time to become like a swamp.

Di Jun, unable to dodge, his divine body cracked and he was sent flying.

Dijiang's voice shook the nine heavens as he questioned again:

"Where is Lin Fan!"

"That scoundrel already fled, stop me, Your Majesty!"

Di Jun roared in response.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches knew that the Demon Race was insidious and cunning, with countless tricks up their sleeves, and naturally would not easily believe Di Jun's false words.

"You feathered beast, you dare to spout nonsense when death is upon you, die!"

Houtu's anger surged, and she pounced again, her attacks like a raging tide. Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the other Ancestral Witches also moved their bodies, their fists carrying the power of laws, and violently bombarded Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

The two Demon Gods' physical bodies shattered in an instant, and Kunpeng, wanting to escape at extreme speed, was crushed by Zhurong's punch. The Witch Race's Ancestral Witches' attacks swept like a tidal wave, coupled with the assistance of Great Witches like Xingtian, Jiufeng, and Houyi, the Heavenly Court's Demon Saints retreated steadily.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, trapped in the center of the storm, were even more disheveled, their true forms as Golden Crows revealed, their wings damaged. The Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly appeared, and the Heavenly Court's powerful experts were terrified. The Myriad Stars Formation that Lin Fan had set up earlier had already severely wounded them, and now with the Witch Race's fierce advance, they had no strength to resist.

Donghuang Taiyi hurriedly summoned the Chaos Bell, which shook heaven and earth. The two demons hid inside the bell for refuge.

Lin Fan ascended directly to the thirty-third heaven from the South Heaven Gate. Along the way, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the order of the Heavenly Court collapsed, turning into a purgatory. By the time he reached the thirty-third heaven, the remaining demon forces were already terrified and unwilling to fight.

The Demon Race's Heavenly Court was on the verge of annihilation, with all its powerful figures dead. At this moment, in front of the Demon Emperor's Palace, Fuxi's figure appeared, blocking Lin Fan's path, his gaze resolute.

"Lin Fan, your grievances with Di Jun and Taiyi should not implicate the Demon Race. As the Demon Master, I will never allow you to slaughter the Heavenly Court."

Although he disdained the actions of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi still upheld his responsibilities. Lin Fan's expression was calm, and he nodded slightly.

"Alright, then please, Great God Fuxi, make your move."

He understood that Fuxi was already part of the Demon Race and could not act freely, and he held no resentment in his heart.

Fuxi deduced the Eight Trigrams of the Heavens, and a mysterious trigram diagram suddenly appeared in the void, charging straight at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan met it with a punch, and the trigram diagram instantly disintegrated.

Then, he invoked the power of the laws of the sun and moon, forming a brilliant Yin Yang seal, which descended upon Fuxi.

Fuxi immediately retreated, unable to resist at all.

At this point, no one in the entire Heavenly Court could withstand Lin Fan's attack.

Since the Great Desolation was opened, only the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Race had ever broken into the Heavenly Court.

Now, Lin Fan alone had accomplished this unprecedented feat of ancient times.

Instantly, the three realms shook, and all living beings were in an uproar.

Lin Fan went straight to the Demon Emperor's Palace without hesitation.

This magnificent palace was the center of the Demon Race, symbolizing supreme authority.

Lin Fan activated the Kongtong Seal, and the treasure seal transformed into a sky-supporting giant peak, crushing down with a roar.

The Demon Emperor's Palace instantly collapsed, turning into rubble all over the ground.

"Little friend Lin Fan, that was exhilarating!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches cheered in unison.

Even the usually steady Di Jun laughed heartily, sincerely praising him.

"Little friend Lin Fan is truly a peerless hero!"

"Wonderful! Well done!"

Zhurong and Gonggong clapped their hands and laughed, overjoyed.

Today, Lin Fan shattered the Demon Emperor's Palace, Fulfilling their unfulfilled wish.

Houtu's eyes flickered, and she almost clapped her hands in delight.

She had not expected Lin Fan to have such capabilities, Trapping Di Jun and Taiyi with the Myriad Stars Formation, And seizing the opportunity to attack the Heavenly Court.

Such strength and methods were truly admirable.

"Little brat Lin Fan! Arrogant!"

"The Heavenly Court and you are irreconcilable enemies!"

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's eyes were bloodshot, their roars shaking the heavens.

The Demon Emperor's Palace, the pivot of the Myriad Stars' rotation, symbolized the supreme authority of the Heavenly Emperor.

Lin Fan shattered the palace with a single punch, as if trampling Di Jun underfoot.

A scorching fire burned in his chest, and Di Jun desperately wanted to withdraw to reinforce his troops.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were already prepared, directly cutting off his retreat.

Zhurong raised his giant fists, like millstones, and smashed down fiercely.

"Old thief Di Jun, don't even think about escaping!"

Di Jun hastily summoned the River Diagram and Luo Script to defend himself.

He, Donghuang Taiyi, and many Heavenly Court powerhouses were trapped in the encirclement, once again falling into a bitter battle.

Above the ruins, Lin Fan stood proudly, his might shaking all directions.

The powerhouses of the Great Desolation cast sideways glances, their minds greatly shaken.

In Purple Mansion State, East Prince looked at the shattered Heavenly Court and laughed heartily.

"Good! One person's strength shaking the Heavenly Court, truly peerless!"

Bearing the title of the foremost male immortal, he had long harbored ambitions to replace Di Jun.

However, the Demon Race was too powerful, making it difficult to act.

Now that the Heavenly Court had suffered such a heavy blow, he was both shocked and delighted.

His subordinate seized the opportunity to advise, "This is an excellent chance for our Purple Mansion State to rise."

East Prince, however, calmly shook his head.

He knew that this upheaval was entirely due to Lin Fan's efforts.

The Heavenly Court's foundation was still intact, and Purple Mansion State was no match for it yet.

Unless they could gain the support of a Saint.

Gazing at the figure on the ruins of the Heavenly Court, he fell into deep thought.

Purple Mansion State and the Demon Race were already in direct opposition.

If not for the Witch-Demon War severely wounding the Demon Race, they would have likely been annihilated long ago.

Now, if the Demon Race recovered its strength, they would surely return with a vengeance.

And Lin Fan's appearance might be the key to breaking the deadlock.

Rumor had it that Nuwa was particularly fond of Lin Fan, which was why the young Lin Fan was already the Human Religion's leader.

By aligning with Lin Fan, Purple Mansion State would have the strongest backing.

Inside Wa Huang Palace.

Nuwa revealed a smile, her expression joyful.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, in league with Laozi and Yuanshi, had set a trap to harm Lin Fan, making her hate the Demon Race to the bone.

If not for Laozi and Yuanshi's obstruction, she would have already attacked the Heavenly Court.

Seeing Lin Fan sweep through the Thirty-Third Heaven and destroy the Demon Emperor's Palace, she felt immense satisfaction.

Nuwa coldly glanced at Laozi and Yuanshi.

"Today's enmity will be repaid a hundredfold in the future."

Their despicable actions had completely extinguished the last shred of affection in her heart, leaving only resentment.

Laozi and Yuanshi's faces turned ashen upon hearing this.

This plan not only failed to eliminate Lin Fan but also completely alienated them from Nuwa.

"You useless lot of the Demon Race!"

Seeing that the situation was beyond their control, the two could only leave in anger.

Watching them depart, a cold glint flashed in Nuwa's eyes.

At this moment, Lin Fan stood on the ruins of the Thirty-Third Heaven, his imposing aura astonishing.

The demons of the Heavenly Court fled in terror, their army in disarray.

Lin Fan took out the Primordial Pearl and summoned Xiong Batian and Xiong Aotian.

Upon landing, the two bears asked:

"Boss, what do you need us for?"

"Is there more tender bamboo shoots?"

Upon seeing the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood around them, they were instantly startled and jumped up.

The Xiong brothers had cultivated human form since childhood within the Innate Grand Formation, spending their days in quiet cultivation and eating vegetarian meals, never having been exposed to the mortal world.

The sudden, horrifying scene sent tremors through Lin Fan's mind, nearly causing him to lose himself.

Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, speaking solemnly:

"Though we have no seasonal bamboo shoots, I have prepared a feast for you two. Eat to your heart's content today. If you don't feast and gorge yourselves, you are unworthy of being called my brothers."

"Could there truly be such a wonderful thing?"

The originally dazed Xiong Batian and Xiong Aotian's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance upon hearing this.

Aotian tilted his head back and thumped his chest: "Brother, I wouldn't dare boast about other matters. When it comes to the art of eating and drinking, I, Aotian, have never been inferior to anyone. Today, I will surely satisfy you, brother. I'm claiming this brotherhood, and I won't let you down."

"Such innate pride, how can one be willing to be behind others!"

Batian leaped up even more excitedly: "What delicacies are they? Tell us quickly!"

"They are all rare and exotic treasures, I guarantee you've never seen them before." Lin Fan then led the two towards the Solar Star. "Follow me, I'll take you to ransack a cave dwelling."

The brothers exchanged glances.

"?Ransack where? Didn't you say we were going to a feast? Why are we talking about plundering now?"

Seeing their dumbfounded expressions, Lin Fan chuckled: "The delicacies of the world are always tastier when they belong to others. I've brought you here specifically today. Devour as much as you can, and don't be polite."

"Brother, this is not appropriate. I, Batian, have always been upright and honorable. How can I engage in such thuggish behavior?" As an Iron-Eating Beast with unyielding integrity, Aotian possessed his own principles. "I have always adhered to my true path and will never go with the flow."

"Of course... if the food is free, that's another matter."

Aotian, however, had a different opinion: "What's not to like? If you don't eat, then don't. Why did brother take such a risk to bring us here? Wasn't it all so we could stuff ourselves? If you act so coy, don't blame us for not recognizing you as our brother!"

"You two, shut up." Lin Fan glanced at the two chattering nuisances and coldly interrupted them.

The Solar Star—this top-tier blessed land of the Great Desolation that birthed Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi—was now exposed before the three of them. Spiritual roots swayed everywhere, divine objects glowed, and the dense spiritual energy was almost tangible.

Lin Fan hovered in the air, punched open the star-protecting formation, and led Xiong Batian and Xiong Aotian straight in.

"The rules are simple," he said, casually conjuring a gale that swept up countless immortal herbs and spiritual roots, piling them into a towering mountain in an instant. "It's all up to your own ability how much you can devour."

Xiong Aotian snatched a fire spirit grass with lightning speed, chewing it with a crunch. Seeing this, Xiong Batian could no longer hold back and roared as he pounced towards the treasure mountain.

"Too slow," Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. His palm manifested heaven and earth, and within moments, spiritual items spanning billions of miles were plundered.

"Big brother! My dear big brother!" The two bears' eyes turned green, their bodies swelling like mountains. Yin Yang energy and devouring Dao Charm intertwined into a vortex. Their cavernous mouths opened, and spiritual medicines and immortal materials poured in like rivers entering the sea, with no time to even chew.

Where the three passed, the surface of the Solar Star was stripped bare. All spiritual entities were consumed, and under the operation of the Heaven Swallowing Art, the two bears' auras climbed steadily. Occasionally, when they encountered stubborn Solar Divine Crystals or Primordial Profound Iron they couldn't chew, Lin Fan flicked his sleeve and collected them all into the Primordial Pearl.

Although the Solar Star held many treasures, the truly rare and precious ones had long since vanished—after all, this was the lair of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi; how could anything valuable remain?

After the Xiong brothers had wolfed down countless spirit mushrooms and immortal herbs, they surprisingly let out a burp. For these gluttons, it was the first time they had felt full since their transformation. Even more astonishingly, despite cultivating the Heaven Swallowing Art, they were still stuffed.

Looking back at the denuded Solar Star, Xiong Batian asked Lin Fan timidly, "Big brother, aren't we a bit too ruthless?"

Xiong Aotian was unconcerned: "These Yao are all big brother's enemies. What does it matter if we take some of their things? Speaking of which, he looked eagerly at Lin Fan: "Big brother, when can we come again?"

Lin Fan's forehead twitched. This glutton had clearly become addicted to the joy of ransacking homes. He stroked Xiong Aotian's round head, and the figures of Laozi, Yuanshi, and others flashed through his mind. A plan began to form: when he found the opportunity, he would take them to a better place.

"And me! Xiong Batian jumped up and shouted. I didn't eat enough this time!"

Lin Fan laughed heartily: "Good! We will carry on the business of ransacking homes to the very end!" He gritted his teeth inwardly: "Since the Yao dared to scheme against me, don't blame me for overturning the entire Heavenly Court."

Under the furious yet helpless gaze of countless Yao, Lin Fan swaggered away with the two fierce beasts. The Heavenly Court, which once ruled the Myriad Stars, had now not only become a ruin, but even the Solar Star had been stripped bare.

The powerful beings of the Great Desolation witnessed the desolate state of the Solar Star, all struck speechless in shock.

"This act is far too tyrannical!"

"The Demon Race has truly provoked someone they shouldn't have this time."

"To shatter the Heavenly Court alone, this child's talent is beyond terrifying."

What shocked them even more was that Lin Fan not only broke through the Heavenly Court's defenses but didn't even spare the Solar Star. The spiritual plants, immortal herbs, treasures, and anything containing spiritual energy on the star were plundered; not a blade of grass was left.

Since the dawn of the Great Desolation, when had the Solar Star ever suffered such a calamity?

The Great Powers exchanged glances, their expressions exceedingly strange.

"This harbinger of disaster acts with truly heinous cruelty."

The Demon Race must be regretting this deeply now.

If Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi saw this scene, they would likely vomit three liters of blood on the spot.

Deep within the Sea of Blood, Old Ancestor Minghe was stunned into silence:

"This child's ferocity is rarely seen throughout history!"

He seemed to foresee another Saint about to ascend to the highest heavens.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuanzi's face showed a complex expression.

Even figures like Jieyin and Zhunti might not dare to rob a dojo. Such methods could only be described as audacious and reckless.

After a fierce battle, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi finally broke free from the encirclement of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but the price was the loss of more than half of their Quasi-Saints.

Upon returning to the Thirty-Third Heaven, the once glorious Heavenly Court was now a ruin. Di Jun's eyes were bloodshot, and a roar erupted from his throat: