"Buzz!"
The three streams of Immortal Qi did not exert any oppressive force on him; they simply surrounded him quietly, like a natural barrier of Daoist energy.
But the moment all the cultivators saw those three streams of Immortal Qi, they felt a tremor rising from the depths of their souls.
Three streams of Immortal Qi swirled around Lin Fan, making him appear like Immortal King descending to earth!
All the cultivators present, including the prodigies of the Emperor Pass, felt an invisible pressure at this moment...
It's not suppression at the level of laws, nor is it oppression caused by differences in cultivation levels, but rather suppression from a higher level of complete Daoist essence.
"Three strands of Immortal Qi... three strands of Immortal Qi have actually condensed."
"I was still a little skeptical when he mentioned Jin Zhen's second artificial immortal Immortal Qi."
"But now, when these three streams of Immortal Qi appear simultaneously, the sense of perfection and purity... even the top three immortal families in the Emperor Pass probably couldn't produce such a foundation."
" The Lin Clan son... how did he do it?"
Some people wanted to prostrate themselves; is this the terror of those three streams of Immortal Qi? It's the legendary aura of Immortal Emperor!
A strange look flashed in the eyes of the two prominent families of immortality.
Jin Zhen was also stunned.
Although he was mentally prepared, when the three streams of Immortal Qi actually unfolded before him, he still felt an indescribable sense of suffocation.
This feeling doesn't come from a difference in cultivation level, but from a difference in the Daoist essence itself.
It's like someone who has swum in a stream for half their life, only to be suddenly thrown into the deep sea.
I...
He tried to speak, but found his throat too dry to produce a complete syllable.
Then, Lin Fan moved.
He made no unnecessary movements, no gathering of power; he simply raised his right hand, his five fingers together, and three streams of Immortal Qi converged, compressed, and condensed at his fingertips into a gray-gold cone of light.
"Catch it."
Lin Fan gently pushed his finger forward.
Silently traversing the distance between the two, Jin Zhen desperately channeled two streams of Immortal Qi, condensing them into a thick, two-colored light shield in front of him.
The light cone pierced through the dual-colored light shield and the protective laws, leaving a thin, hair-like gray-gold mark in the very center of Jin Zhen's chest.
Then, the mark suddenly expanded.
Jin Zhen's body, starting from his chest, began to crack outwards, like paper being ignited from the inside, tearing apart inch by inch.
"You..."
He glanced down at the rapidly spreading crack on his chest, then abruptly looked up at Lin Fan.
His voice trailed off, as if he were talking to himself. "As expected of someone with Double Pupils..."
The wind blew, and the dust settled.
Jin Zhen's crumbling body, like a stone statue blown away by the wind, shattered completely into golden dust that slowly drifted away.
Lin Fan stood in the center of the arena, his white robe fluttering slightly. The three strands of Immortal Qi around him were slowly receding back into his body, like clouds closing up again after a rain.
He glanced at the dissipating golden light, then gently lowered his hand, saying calmly, "I'm really sorry, it was my first time using three strands of Immortal Qi, and I got a little carried away, accidentally killing a nobody."
It's like casually killing a passing dog.
This scene silenced everyone on the sidelines.
Someone opened their mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time. "No, Jin Zhen... Jin Zhen, the prodigy of the Jin Clan, is Jin Zhen? I'm not seeing things, am I?"
"The monstrous talent of Emperor Pass, who once reversed the tide and defeated Peak Quasi-Emperor while only at the Mid-Stage Quasi-Emperor realm, was just... crushed like that?"
"Not even a corpse was left; it simply disintegrated into dust..."
" The Lin Clan son... when all three strands of Immortal Qi are fully unleashed, is his suppressive power truly at this level?"
The crowd gasped in shock. This was a monstrous talent from the Emperor Pass who had cultivated two strands of Immortal Qi, and he was dead just like that? He looked down upon his contemporaries in the Emperor Pass, and now he was dead in the Three Thousand Provinces...
It's somewhat unbelievable.
This young man is the most promising person in the Jin Clan to become an immortal. If this matter were to reach the Emperor Pass, the entire Jin Clan would be enraged! It would probably cause an uproar.
"Buzz!"
Just as the discussion was about to boil over, a faint ripple emerged from the dissipating golden dust, like a shadow beneath the surface of water. It flashed silently in the dissipating dust before reforming into a very faint silhouette.
"Is it just an avatar?"
Lin Fan's Double Pupils flashed with boundless golden light.
The figure's outline was exactly the same as Jin Zhen's, but its aura was weak and its face was blurry, like a portrait that had been soaked in water and then dried.
"That's... Jin Zhen's clone?!"
Someone in the crowd had their pupils shrink. "Not his true form? His true form isn't even in Immortal Burial City? He sent an avatar to test the Lin Clan son, and then..."
"Shattered in three moves?"
Jin Zhen's phantom lingered in mid-air for a moment, and the blurred outline on his face seemed to show a very complex fluctuation.
"What a fine Lin Clan prince of the Lin family..."
The phantom's voice was suppressed to a very low hue, like a candle flickering in the wind. "I remember. If I ever enter the Longevity Ruins, I will come in person."
Then the phantom shattered and completely dissipated in the wind.
Silence fell over the room at first, then someone began to discuss it frantically. " Jin Zhen's main body didn't come at all! He sent an avatar to test the waters!"
"But that clone has already condensed two strands of Immortal Qi!"
"If even his two Immortal Qi clones were crushed, what could his true form do?"
"Not necessarily! The clone's strength cannot completely replicate the original body. If Jin Zhen's original body is combined with his natal magic weapon and complete foundation, he might be able to fight another round."
"But the overwhelming force of those three streams of Immortal Qi just now... are you sure you can block it if your true form comes?"
No one can answer that.
At the head of the table, the young man in the green robe put down his teacup, his gaze fixed on the dissipating golden dust. He whispered to the young man in the grey-white robe beside him, " Jin Zhen's clone has shattered."
"Um."
"His main body should have already received the message."
He will come in person.
"Then, can his physical body... withstand those three streams of Immortal Qi?"
The young man in the grey-white robe was silent for a moment. "It's hard to say! But at least Jin Zhen now shouldn't treat the Lin Clan son as a Early-Stage Quasi-Emperor from Three Thousand Provinces anymore."
Beside the seats of the two prominent families, several gazes seemed to fall subtly on Lin Fan, as if they were reassessing something that had been underestimated for a long time.
In the center of the meditation hall, Lin Fan withdrew his gaze.
It was as if he had simply swatted at a flying insect and casually asked, "Has the debate begun?"
No one answered him.
The surface of the bluestone arena returned to calm.
From the head seat, the young man in the green robe stood up, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, his tone carrying the calm of someone who had just finalized the list. "The first round of debate begins."
"The entrance to the Ruins of Longevity Ruins will open in three days."
He paused, his gaze almost imperceptibly falling on Lin Fan: "Those who qualify will be allowed to enter."
The figure in the grey and white robe beside him stood up.
His gaze swept across the entire area, finally settling on one direction... the shadowy southwest corner of the dojo.
A figure appeared out of nowhere, dressed in ordinary gray cloth, with a face so plain that he would hardly be noticed. He stood there, his aura completely concealed, as if he had merged into the void.
The man looked up, and his gaze briefly met that of the man in the grey-white robe.
Then he stepped out of the shadows, unhurriedly.
The young man in the green robe looked at the gray-clad figure and said in a neither loud nor soft tone, "Young Master Ye, since you're here, please take a seat."
Upon hearing this, the crowd, who had been discussing Jin Zhen's death, all turned their attention to the gray-clad figure.
Lin Fan's fingers remained on his knee, without moving.
But his gaze had already fallen on the gray-clad figure, and the system notification softly sounded in his ear:
[Ding! The Son of Fortune — Ye Tian— has been detected!]