Fang Yuan put away Feng Jun's corpse.
Together with the Immortal corpses from before, Fang Yuan had already collected as many as nine! There were also the corresponding souls of nine Immortals.
"Such gains are indeed rare. If they had been Immortals from the outside world, even if they died, they would probably have resorted to self-destruction. Among the Immortals of Hei Fan Grotto-Heaven, only Feng Jun was barely worth looking at. He was also a clever man who knew when to bend and when to stretch, but after I seized the initiative, the situation was firmly under my control. He had no way to turn things around. His final plea for mercy was also an act born of helplessness. Unfortunately for him, he ran into me."
Fang Yuan set aside the emotions in his heart.
The general situation had been decided.
It was time to reap the harvest!
He turned around and entered the stone pavilion again. Raising his head to look at the Yellow Bell Heavenly Spirit hanging from the crossbeam, he said, "There is now only one Gu Immortal in Hei Fan Grotto-Heaven. I support myself in inheriting Hei Fan's True Inheritance."
The Yellow Bell Heavenly Spirit remained silent for a while before swaying with a chime, producing a melodious bell ring.
Then, the stone stele inside the pavilion began to bloom with pure white radiance.
The white light was not dazzling, but very gentle.
Under its illumination, the stone stele became increasingly transparent, turning into a wall of light.
Within the light wall, several indistinct shadows could vaguely be seen.
Several lines of words appeared on the surface of the light wall.
Fang Yuan focused his gaze and examined them. These lines explained that the blurry black shadows within the stone stele were the contents of