The Emperor of Heaven's Visage

"This demon monkey's body is too powerful; beheading cannot be carried out. It should be struck with heavenly lightning!" After Yang Jian spoke calmly, he turned and left.

Chen Fan found it hard to believe. Could Yang Jian have deliberately shown mercy? But that seemed impossible. That slash had truly fallen just now, and the Dao rhythm within it could not have been faked.

Equal to Heaven was born from a Heaven-Mending Stone, so what about me...

"Chaos Green Lotus—yes, how could I have forgotten that!" Chen Fan suddenly realized. Back in Five Finger Mountain, he had rebuilt his body from a Chaos Golden Lotus. He had long since shed his mortal frame and been reborn.

"Wait. If that's the case, then once I enter the Immortal Realm, perhaps I can avoid that tribulation!" Chen Fan's heart trembled. The Chaos Green Lotus had likely given him far more benefits than this alone.

If he successfully stepped into the Immortal Realm in the future, he would have to undergo a tribulation to reshape his immortal body. But his current flesh was already extraordinary, even stronger than an immortal's body. That heavenly tribulation had instead become utterly meaningless—he might even avoid it altogether and directly enter the immortal realm.

As Chen Fan lost himself in thought, he had already been bound to a giant pillar covered in runes. A winged man with an eagle-like face, holding a hammer and a nail, was striking him with bolts of lightning comparable to heavenly tribulations.

The lightning crashed down fiercely. Equal to Heaven remained utterly calm, while Chen Fan felt a trace of pain, though it did him no real harm.

Over the next several dozen hours, Chen Fan endured countless tortures of the Immortal Court, yet suffered only minor injuries. Equal to Heaven, meanwhile,