After a long while.
The Sword Sect's patriarch suddenly opened his eyes. Light shot from them as he rose to his feet in delight. "All right, Chen Fan, that's enough."
Chen Fan raised his brows and put away the Origin Pearl.
"How do you feel, Patriarch?"
He had not used much of the Origin Pearl's power, but it was enough to fully heal his own injuries once or twice.
The Sword Sect patriarch's face lit up with joy.
"Your power can not only help me recover, it can even suppress the Demon God King's power within me. Unfortunately, it can only suppress it. I have now pushed the Demon God King's power down to its limit. For at least ten years, I will no longer suffer its erosion..."
"Congratulations, Patriarch! Congratulations!" Chen Wudao exclaimed beside them, his face full of delight.
Chen Fan, however, was somewhat disappointed.
Even his Origin Pearl could not completely purge the Demon God King's power from the Sword Sect patriarch's body.
After all, this was different from Demon God Remnants. Demon God Remnants were power left behind after the Demon God King's death—how could they compare to power personally left behind by a living Demon God King?
Shaking his head, Chen Fan's gaze turned firm.
"Then in ten years, I'll come back and help you suppress that power again, Patriarch!"
The Sword Sect patriarch's eyes flickered as he nodded with a complicated expression. Then his gaze flashed again. "I have slept for too long. I do not have much on hand with which to repay you, Chen Fan..."
He raised his brows slightly, then quickly made up his mind. With a flip of his hand, he produced a blood-red longsword.
"After thinking it over, with your current strength, Chen Fan, the only thing I possess