The point of light on the horizon is getting closer and closer!
The pressure grew heavier, the air became thicker, and even breathing felt oppressive.
Rumble!
A moment later, more than a dozen figures landed within a radius of a thousand feet, like a dozen invisible mountains crashing onto the ground at the same time, causing the earth to tremble slightly.
They were all extraordinary, of different ages, men and women, from different imperial clans and ancient lineages, but the aura emanating from each of them was no weaker than that of Peak Quasi-Saint, and three or four of them had even stepped into the Saint Realm.
Everyone was shocked!
At the very front was a man dressed in a dark green robe.
His face was stern, with a vertical line between his brows, resembling a closed third eye.
He glanced at the barbecue grill in front of Lin Fan, a playful smile playing on his lips, "The undisputed imperial son of the Lin Clan? Quite the grand entrance."
" The Golden-Winged Great Peng, the Sun-Swallowing Sparrow, and the Dragon Clan..."
"Are you planning to hold a Manchu Han Imperial Feast at the entrance of the Immortal Ancient Ruins?"
They seem to have ill intentions!
Lin Fan saw that the newcomer was a humanoid being, and he lost interest completely, ignoring him and eating meat and drinking wine with Feng Jiuge!
The man in the long robe paused slightly, clearly not expecting Lin Fan to be so disrespectful.
The air fell silent for a moment.
The smile on Liu Wuhen's face slowly disappeared.
He stared at Lin Fan for three breaths, then slowly spoke, his tone already several degrees colder. "What a fine Lin Clan son of the Lin family!"
"Arrogant! How dare you disregard me!"
" Long Aotian sent people to wait for you at the tenth level, and now you're roasting and eating the flesh of his people? Isn't that a bit too much?"
The atmosphere around them suddenly turned tense.
Lin Fan finally raised his head, looking at him calmly with a disdainful smile, "Too much? Who do you think you are to dare point fingers at this imperial prince?"
"Roll!"
"This imperial prince has no interest in humanoid beings!"
Upon hearing this, the vertical line between Liu Wuhen's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if his third eye was about to open.
But he ultimately held back.
This is because it belongs to the Pupil Clan, and they've heard that Lin Fan has Double Pupils, which are a natural enemy of the Pupil Clan!
Not to mention there's Feng Jiuge, who's no weaker than Long Aotian, standing by!
He gave Lin Fan a deep look, snorted coldly, and then, as if he had really listened, rolled to the side and sat cross-legged, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
[bite!]
[The host roasts core members of the Dragon Clan, Golden Peng Clan, and Sun-Swallowing Sparrow Clan, establishing the image of a great demon king before the assembled heroes, and gains 500,000 Villain Points!]
Lin Fan glanced at the system panel, and the smile on his lips widened even further.
A dozen or so ancient oddballs were scattered around, some with their eyes closed in meditation, some talking in hushed tones, and some coldly glancing in Lin Fan's direction.
But no one actually stepped forward to provoke them.
Feng Jiuge had already drunk two cups of the Blazing Sun Brew he brought, and then filled Lin Fan's cup again.
Lin Fan took the glass, clinked it against his, and downed it in one gulp.
The strong liquor went down his throat like a fiery blast through his chest, a warm sensation rising within him, his face flushed. He put down his glass and said two words: "Add more fire."
Flames rose.
The barbecue party continues.
The barbecue party lasted for three whole days.
Over the past three days, new faces have been appearing and cultivators have been leaving, and very few people have dared to come up and eat meat together.
Some people watched from afar for a while and then quietly left, but most people chose to stay.
They wanted to see just how lively the barbecue would get.
I'm even more curious to see if Long Aotian will actually come to kill me.
Long Aotian didn't show up.
The dozen or so ancient oddballs dispersed one after another. Some went directly into the mountains near the entrance to the Immortal Ancient Ruins to cultivate in seclusion, while others retreated thousands of miles away to temporarily set up formations to regulate their breathing, each waiting for the Immortal Gate to reopen two months later.
Before leaving, Feng Jiuge tossed down two jugs of Blazing Sun Brew: "See you in two months."
Lin Fan caught the wine jug, watched the crimson flames disappear into the night, then turned to Ji Kun and said, "Set up the formation and go into seclusion."
For the next two months, he didn't leave the makeshift cave dwelling even once.
He took out the remaining Saint-grade Supreme Insight Pill and swallowed them all!
You'll also get over 2.5 million Villain Points to go all in on upgrades and insights!
boom!
Lin Fan instantly felt that the laws and patterns of heaven and earth became clearly visible, as if he could reach out and touch those great Dao imprints that originally required decades or even hundreds of years of arduous cultivation to comprehend.
With the blessing of the Insight Pill, the Law of Chaos progressed from its initial stage to its perfect state.
The Law of the Sword Dao followed closely behind. The Sword Intent contained in the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique resonated with the power of the Insight Pill, pushing the Law of the Sword Dao from the middle stage to the peak.
The Law of the Fist Dao are equally advanced; the explosive power of Hunyuan Fist is fully unleashed at the level of its principles, capable of shattering mountains and rivers with a single punch.
All three laws have reached perfection.
When Lin Fan opened his eyes, the Chaos Qi inside the cave was so dense that it was almost liquid. He gently clenched his fist, and a muffled boom echoed in the void.
At the Peak Quasi-Saint Realm, with three perfected laws, the Chaos Gods and Devils Body undergoes another transformation.
He stood up and casually threw a punch towards the outside of the cave.
boom!
A desolate mountain a thousand miles away crumbled in response.
Time flies by during cultivation.
When Lin Fan stepped out of the cave, the time for the opening of the Immortal Gate was just around the corner.
Above the sky, the outline of that enormous immortal gate reappeared, even more solid than it had been two months ago, and the immortal light shining through the cracks in the gate was even more dazzling.
Within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, countless figures have covered the mountains and plains.
The warships of the various Great Emperor clans hovered in mid-air, their flags fluttering in the wind.
The powerful beings of the ancient races stood atop the clouds, their auras unfathomable. Young prodigies from the Phoenix Clan, Qilin Clan, and Heavenly Peng Clan gathered in small groups, their gazes sharp as lightning, subtly testing and wary of one another.
"Interesting."
Lin Fan stood at the cave entrance, gazing at the scene of powerful figures gathered there, and couldn't help but smile.
He turned to look at Ji Kun: "Let's go, it's time to go in."
Ji Kun nodded, waved his hand, and nine True Dragon roared to the sky, pulling the magnificent carriage as it soared into the air.
Above the heavens, the celestial gate suddenly burst open.
An aged voice echoed from within the gate, "The first trial of the Immortal Ancient Ruins has begun! Those who enter will rely on their own fate and bear the consequences of their actions."
The moment the words left his mouth, countless figures moved simultaneously.
Golden streaks of light, cyan sword shadows, crimson flames, and pitch-black demonic energy... thousands upon thousands of beams of light raced toward the immortal gate, moving with lightning speed and tearing through the void.
Someone punched away the monster blocking their path.
Some shattered the formation in front of them with a single sword strike, some flew past on magical artifacts, and others clashed fiercely with their opponents halfway through.
"Get out of the way! This spot is mine!"
"How dare a mere Quasi -Quasi-Saint steal the Dao? Get out of my way!"
"Court death!"
"Boom!"
At the entrance to the first level, more than ten battles erupted instantly. Sword Qi, blade light, and lightning magic intertwined to form a dazzling yet deadly net, with severed limbs falling continuously and blood mist spreading everywhere.
Amidst this utter chaos, the nine True Dragon roared in unison.
The dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, sweeping across the entire area with its immense pressure. The cultivators who were originally crowded at the entrance all stopped and subconsciously turned around to look.
The carriage slowly approached, unhurried and unhurried, as if it were traveling in its own backyard.
Wherever he went, the crowd automatically parted to the sides, and no one dared to stand in his way.
Some people clenched their fists in resentment, but after glancing at the eyes of the nine True Dragon, they silently took a half step back.
The entrance to the immortal gate is right before our eyes.
Lin Fan, his white robes fluttering in the wind, glanced at the crowd, then at the immortal gate, before riding his chariot into it.
He went inside.
"Really no one stopped him?"
"Nonsense, why don't you go up and stop one? If you want to be turned into an idiot by the roar of nine True Dragon like the Heaven-Devouring Sparrow, then go ahead."
"Sigh... this is what you call status, I guess."
Behind Lin Fan, there was much discussion among the ancient oddballs, but no one dared to challenge Lin Fan's absolute authority!
Perhaps it's because there's no conflict of interest!
If there is a real conflict of interest, they will probably act without hesitation!
Lin Fan's figure disappeared into the immortal gate.