In the silent hall, a mocking laugh suddenly rang out.
The laughter was not loud, yet it echoed back and forth through the vast empty hall, carrying undisguised contempt and ridicule.
Lin Fan tilted his head slightly, casually sizing up the black creature.
He suddenly took a step forward, the sound of his boot striking the stone floor especially clear in the silence.
"Ancient scum barely clinging to life—you... think you're worthy?"
He shook his head and twisted the knife deeper. "That said, if you consider becoming my slave, perhaps I can let you go on barely surviving."
Those words were not merely meant to strike at his opponent.
Lin Fan was genuinely somewhat interested.
An Eerie Divine Statue that had survived from the ancient era until now—even if its strength was no longer what it had once been—the ancient secrets, lost cultivation arts, and vanished history hidden in its mind were treasures beyond measure.
What was more, if he could subdue such an existence, he could use it to further study the various traits of Eerie Divine Statues and glimpse more secrets of the ancient era.
The black creature froze where it stood, the savage gleam in its scarlet eyes seeming to solidify.
It was dazed.
Back in the ancient era, it had been an existence worshipped by countless living beings, loftily enthroned like a deity.
Even amid that golden age, when powerful experts emerged in endless numbers and prodigies were as numerous as clouds, it had still been an existence capable of claiming supremacy and founding its own lineage.
Even the ancient dragon clan, renowned throughout the ancient era and sweeping across the eight lands, had exhausted the strength of their entire race without being able to kill it completely. They could only seal it within this grand