Chapter 879: Charging at Rank One? One Month Later.
Sea Realm faction, on a frontline battlefield known as Starshard Reef.
This was one of the bloody meat grinders where the Sea Realm and the Abyss Realm wrestled against each other. Every day, tens of thousands of cultivators and demon gods fell here, their flesh, blood, and Divine Souls becoming the eternal backdrop of this starfield.
A young cultivator in a standard gray Daoist robe, with an ordinary face and an aura so unremarkable that he would vanish into any crowd, numbly swung the dharma sword in his hand, mechanically harvesting the life of a low-level Demonic Beast.
After finishing, he skillfully cut a still-warm demonic core from the beast's body, wiped it with a scrap of cloth, and carefully tucked it into his Storage Bag.
The entire process flowed like clouds and running water; clearly, he had repeated it countless times.
The surrounding cultivators looked at him as though he were a "battlefield rat," with a touch of contempt, yet also a sense that it was only natural.
In a place like this, those who survived were either exceptionally powerful experts or "rats" like him, who knew how to scrape every last bit of value from everything.
The young cultivator paid no heed to the gazes around him. He merely licked his cracked lips and looked toward a void behemoth wreaking havoc in the distance, a flicker of burning heat passing through his eyes—utterly at odds with his plain appearance.
This young cultivator was, naturally, Shen Fan, who had escaped death.
He had restrained all his demonic energy and used a Secret Technique plundered from a True Saint suppressed within his body to completely alter his appearance and aura, transforming into the most inconspicuous bottom-tier cultivator of the Sea Realm.