Yang Tianji

Chen Fan sat cross-legged where he was. The emergence of the Supreme Restriction caused the Heaven-Burning Art within him to erupt without warning, turning violent and restless.

The scholar's question gave Chen Fan an even greater shock. How had he seen through the fact that Chen Fan was not from the Immortal Realm?

The scholar's expression tightened. With no time to ask further, he let out a low shout, "Hasten!" A dazzling golden radiance streaked from between his fingers. In an instant, divine light flooded the little bamboo hut, and blazing golden rays wrapped tightly around the Supreme Restriction, desperately suppressing its aura.

Chen Fan also did his utmost to suppress the Heaven-Burning Art within his body. If it continued breaking free, the Heavenly Eye in his brow would likely be devoured by the Heaven-Burning Art before it could expel the Supreme Restriction.

Several breaths later, with both of them exerting themselves, the aura of the Supreme Restriction weakened, and the agitation of the Heaven-Burning Art gradually subsided. Everything began to return to calm. The Heavenly Eye between Chen Fan's brows became incomparably pure, as though it had been born with him, and began to merge with him.

The scholar, meanwhile, frowned deeply, his expression somewhat unpleasant, as if he felt deceived. He gave Chen Fan a long, hard look and said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I have been so candid with you, yet you concealed your true origins from me. That is rather excessive."

Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes, allowing the Heavenly Eye to merge with his brow on its own. He looked calmly at the scholar and said blandly, "You never asked about my origins, nor did I ever claim to come from the Immortal Realm. How have I concealed anything from you? Besides,