Soon it was Lin Fan's turn to enter the hall. Stepping inside, he felt as if he had entered some mysterious space.
The spacious and bright space is breathtaking, with several sturdy pillars supporting the dome, each pillar covered with magnificent reliefs depicting dragons, phoenixes, mythical beasts, and heroic figures.
This place resembles a public square.
The palace also had several small rooms around it, filled with all sorts of things.
There were palaces with classical books displayed, resembling studies, and alchemists with bottles and jars of medicine, etc.
Lin Fan did not immediately perform a grand salute to Primordial Origin Immortal upon entering.
Since Lin Fan didn't bow, the cultivators behind him naturally couldn't enter the hall, causing some of the cultivators queuing behind him to get anxious and start discussing why Lin Fan wasn't bowing.
This scene immediately attracted the attention of many cultivators, who looked at Lin Fan with great interest and couldn't help but discuss it amongst themselves.
Lin Fan's reputation was considerable, spreading throughout the Three Thousand Provinces, and cultivators had naturally heard of him.
Many people have seen Lin Fan. His appearance at the Nine Dragons Pulling a Hall in front of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion and his solo killing of two monstrous geniuses have spread throughout the Primordial Chaos Realm.
It can sweep across the Primordial Chaos Realm!
Never mess with the Lin Clan son!
Although the Archaic cultivators feared the Lin Clan family's imperial son and were wary of Lin Fan's supreme imperial lineage, would Primordial Origin Immortal, the master of the Primordial Chaos Realm, be afraid?
"My God, is he trying to get himself killed?!"
"Does he think that just because he's a prince of an unparalleled imperial family, he can rely on his noble status to avoid worshipping immortals? Little does he know that here, whether you're a prince or an immortal, everyone is equal!"
"This is not the outside world; no one here will protect him. Disrespecting immortals and defying their might is a capital offense!"
"Or is it that the Lin Clan son is trying to use this to highlight himself and attract the attention of Primordial Origin Immortal? To obtain the Primordial Origin Immortal's inheritance? But his methods are too clumsy, aren't they?"
The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
Hearing the crowd's discussion, Ji Kun behind Lin Fan became anxious, frantically winking and making faces at Lin Fan, like a eunuch more worried than the emperor.
But Lin Fan didn't even look at Ji Kun behind him; his back was as straight as a mountain.
Nangong Yu'er kindly reminded him, "Young Master Lin, this isn't the Three Thousand Provinces of the Desolate Ancient Land..."
The commotion immediately caught Primordial Origin Immortal's attention. He looked at Lin Fan, his brows furrowing in displeasure, and a deep, authoritative voice rang out.
"Youngster, why do you not bow to this immortal?"
"The pilgrims are devout and sincere, coming from the Three Thousand Provinces of the Desolate Ancient Land, all for my legacy. Why do you not pay homage?"
As he spoke, an overwhelming pressure swept over, as if a Immortal Realm being had descended to earth, carrying boundless majesty and power, making no one dare to show the slightest contempt or disrespect.
Wherever this oppressive force passed, space seemed to be compressed and distorted, and the air became heavy and oppressive.
It was like an insurmountable chasm, standing before everyone, exuding an aura of unquestionable authority and irresistibility, as if declaring to the world that the might of the immortals could not be underestimated.
Facing the oppressive aura of the Primordial Origin Immortal, Lin Fan stepped forward without fear. His Indestructible True Soul Indestructible True Soul operated silently, as he wanted to test its effects first.
He had some suspicions in his mind, but he was also a little apprehensive.
He felt a sudden tension coursing through his body. Provoking the divine might could mean certain death on the spot if he made a single misstep!
call!
The divine might surged forth like a tidal wave, howling through the void and shattering it wherever it passed.
The cultivators not far from Lin Fan changed color, feeling the overwhelming pressure of the heavenly might sweeping over them, making even breathing extremely difficult.
A tough fight!
Holy crap!
However, before Lin Fan could even fall, some cultivators around him couldn't withstand the pressure and collapsed to their knees like dumplings being dropped into a pot, or even coughed up blood!
When an immortal is enraged, corpses float for miles!
In a daze, everyone seemed to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Their eyes were filled with terror, their faces were distorted, and they were under immense pressure.
Looking at Lin Fan, who was at the center of the oppressive aura, he remained calm, feeling only a gentle breeze on his face, completely unaware of the overwhelming pressure that felt like a mountain pressing down on him.
"Call!"
He breathed a sigh of relief, then couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. "Just as I thought, it was merely a wisp of remnant spirit, hehehe!!"
However, he remained outwardly calm, coldly watching the Primordial Origin Immortal not far away.
He must kill that old man!
That immortal is so domineering! Will I die if I don't worship him?
He sensed that Primordial Origin Immortal had gone all out.
Fortunately, he possessed Indestructible True Soul, making him immune to all soul-related attacks; otherwise, he would have truly perished here.
But he wasn't in a hurry. Caution is the best policy. This remnant of a dignified immortal had traversed the endless ages and possessed extraordinary abilities. Who knew what other methods he might have that the immortal didn't know about?
He had to find the perfect opportunity to kill Primordial Origin Immortal, giving him no chance to react, and kill him in one blow!
Lin Fan's robes fluttered wildly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his expression calm, as if he felt no pressure. He looked down at the high and mighty Primordial Origin Immortal was looking down at everyone, and said indifferently, "Why should I worship?"
hiss!!
Upon seeing this, the cultivators stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight!
It must be fake!
Did he really not feel the overwhelming divine power?
Despite Lin Fan's extraordinary talent, the person he was facing was none other than a legendary being, surpassing even the Great Emperor —an Immortal!
But Lin Fan remained completely unfazed.
How could they possibly believe it?
If it weren't for the fact that some cultivators were bearing the pressure, they could even sense that the pressure Lin Fan was experiencing was many times stronger than what they were enduring.
They really believe Lin Fan is alright.
Especially Ji Kun, who was behind Lin Fan, fell to the ground in less than three seconds!
Your Highness, you are my god!
But looking at the figure in front of him, who remained unmoved and as majestic as a monument in the face of such terrifying pressure, his admiration for Lin Fan flowed like a surging river.
The other prodigies, including Nangong Yu'er, looked at Lin Fan with flashing eyes, unable to contain their amazement.
No wonder the Lin Clan son dared not to pay homage; he had a way to deal with it calmly.
As expected of the imperial prince of the supreme imperial clan, he possesses profound heritage and is the most favored imperial prince. He has countless means of self-preservation and is fearless even in the face of supreme immortal might!
Primordial Origin Immortal spoke again, asking, "Since you have come for my inheritance, why don't you pay your respects?"
Lin Fan: "Although I came here to inherit your legacy, I have neither received your inheritance nor am I your junior, so why should I become your disciple? It's not too late to formally become your disciple after I have received your legacy!"
Lin Fan remained calm. "You are merely a crippled immortal, why would you bow to me? Even if you were here in your true form, you would not be worthy of my bowing!"
Rumble!
Lin Fan's powerful words echoed through the deathly silent hall.
It was as if thunderbolts from the heavens had exploded, echoing continuously in the vast and solemn hall, striking the hearts of everyone present and causing them to tremble with fear.
Holy crap!
Everyone stared at Lin Fan in disbelief.
How dare he speak to a Primordial Immortal like that? This is utter disrespect for an immortal! The last person to speak like that was Feng Wuhen of the Feng family, who died before he could die again!
"Hehe, this is interesting!"
Seeing that Lin Fan was still alive, Primordial Origin Immortal was somewhat surprised. "Junior, you should be glad that this isn't me from years ago! Otherwise, given my temper from many years ago, you would probably have perished on the spot, without even having the chance to stand and speak with me."