"An Junkuang is dead?"

Almost at the moment An Junkuang fell, the nearby Dark Clan experts who were pursuing Ning Fan all sensed it, slightly surprised.

But it was just a moment of surprise, after all, An Junkuang ranked only ninety-seventh among the Hundred Young Ones of the Dark Clan. His Fragmented Thought Cultivation wasn’t even that of an Eternal Immortal Venerable. Being killed by Ning Fan was nothing extraordinary.

"Ah, what a bother. Why must the ancestor target the inheritor of Ancient Chaos like this? I, An Donglai, have always hated trouble..."

In the dark sky, a young Immortal Venerable with wings on his back muttered impatiently to himself. He was An Donglai, ranked seventeenth among the Dark Clan’s Hundred Young Ones.

Although he complained about the trouble, he still followed the guidance of the Compass, relentlessly pursuing Ning Fan, with a trace of greed hidden in his lazy eyes.

An Donglai doesn’t like trouble!

But if killing Ning Fan could bring great rewards, he would make an exception. He had prepared extensively for this!

According to the Compass, the distance between him and Ning Fan was getting closer. The other party seemed to be flying towards him, killing all the Dark Clan’s proud sons encountered along the way.

"Ninety-fourth son, An Hai is dead too..."

"Eighty-second son, Yin Lei has fallen..."

"Sixty-ninth son, Yin Xiao is dead..."

"Forty-third son, An Feng is dead..."

The closer he got to Ning Fan, the darker An Donglai’s gaze became. In less than a hundred breaths, over ten Dark Clan’s proud sons and over a hundred Fragmented Thought Cultivation experts had died at Ning Fan’s hands? How was this possible!

All the Dark Clan cultivators who participated in this hunt had made ample preparations to hunt Ning Fan...

Closer, closer...

The distance between An Donglai and Ning Fan was getting shorter. Uncontrollably, he felt a bit nervous and excited...

Ah!

Suddenly, a large area of flame ignited ahead, and screams of agony followed. An Donglai abruptly halted his escape light, his eyes wide open.

Right before him, another Dark Clan Fragmented Thought Cultivation prodigy had been burned to ashes by Ning Fan with one swipe of his fan!

"Even the nineteenth son, An Tianshi, is not a match for this person? Haha, it seems I’m in great danger too..."

Though he spoke of danger, An Donglai couldn’t hide his excitement, stepping towards Ning Fan’s location in mid-air.

Ning Fan emerged from the covering flames, his gaze cold and ruthless, looking at An Donglai as if he were already dead.

This person had the cultivation of a Second Calamity Immortal Lord, which was nothing that Ning Fan deemed worthy of attention.

However, for some unknown reason, this person gave Ning Fan a sense of crisis, making him refrain from underestimating An Donglai, nor choosing to kill him immediately upon sight, instead opting to observe...

"Hmm? This inheritor of Ancient Chaos, upon seeing me, didn’t immediately try to kill?"

An Donglai was surprised, thinking Ning Fan might have discerned his body’s peculiarity. But he quickly suppressed the thought.

His Co-death Body was incredibly secretive, known only to a few within the clan!

The Co-death Body, as the name suggests, would cause those who kill him to be linked with him in life, suffering a curse and dying together!

Unless one were an Immortal King or Immortal Emperor several levels above, no one could ignore such a co-death curse!

As powerful as Ning Fan might be, he was only an Eternal Immortal Venerable, and An Donglai was confident that Ning Fan couldn’t counter his special physique!

Within his Dantian, An Donglai’s Spirit held three Purple-Golden Pills, extremely excited.

These three pills were Life-Extending Pills sourced at great expense by the clan for him, allowing three revivals!

To kill Ning Fan today might only require using one pill and dying together once...

"Are you the inheritor of Ancient Chaos? With such meager cultivation, you dare come alone to my Dark Clan, truly garbage!"

An Donglai’s tone was extremely arrogant, attempting to provoke Ning Fan into action.

Ning Fan scanned An Donglai deeply, his eyes flashing azure, as if penetrating An Donglai’s entire being in an instant.

An Donglai felt a chill in his heart. At that moment, being watched by Ning Fan, he strangely felt akin to being watched by his own ancestor, truly bizarre.

"Worm’s curse... So that’s it, your body carries a curse, is this congenital? Born with such a special physique, you should hold a quite superior status in the Dark Clan." Ning Fan spoke calmly.

Such simple words made An Donglai’s expression change dramatically. Even the clan’s Immortal Emperor couldn’t discern his physique without prior knowledge, yet Ning Fan could see through it all in one glance!

Is this the vision of an inheritor of Ancient Chaos?

"Curses, born from cause and effect. Without cause and effect, no curses can arise. You think you can die together with me, but in reality, it’s all in vain..."

Ning Fan seemed to see through all of An Donglai’s secrets. With concerns gone, the Wind-Fire Fan suddenly fanned, unleashing countless flames at An Donglai, making him tremble in fear nearly to suffocation!

This swipe was an attack from an Innate Treasure!

Yet, it wasn’t merely the power of an Innate Treasure. The integration of Innate Thunder and Innate Fire made its might increase more than double, rarely achieved by Innate Inferior Grade Treasures.

An Donglai, a dignified Eternal Immortal Venerable, couldn’t withstand even a moment in the flames, directly burned to ashes!

At the same time, thousands of continents away, atop a hill long marked by An Donglai, suddenly a dazzling light emerged, and an intact-winged Immortal Venerable stepped out.

Well... not completely intact.

After one revival, An Donglai’s cultivation had dramatically decreased from Two Calamities to One Calamity, showing that this revival wasn’t truly without cost.

"Terrifying, so terrifying! Is this the power of an inheritor of Ancient Chaos! My clan was dealing with such a monster before! I’m an Immortal Venerable, he’s also an Immortal Venerable, and I can even face some weak Immortal Kings without defeat. Yet in his hands, I couldn’t survive even half a breath! How can the gap between people be...so vast!"

"But he still acted, still chose to kill me, hahaha! No matter how strong he is, he’s ultimately going to die with me! After seeing through everything about me, he still dared to act, truly foolish..."

The final ’foolish’ word hadn’t yet been uttered when An Donglai felt his hair suddenly stand on end, and from behind, cold as Sha Jiuyou, icy words stabbed through.

"Interesting, to be able to revive like this, I’m curious how many times you can revive." Said Ning Fan!

This person had severed cause and effect, not harmed by the co-death curse at all!

"Impossible! How can you still be alive? You clearly killed me, you clearly..."

An Donglai’s expression began to twist with fear, lacking any of his usual poise!

Ning Fan, disinterested in idle talk with An Donglai, fanned once more, turning An Donglai into ashes. This person having a unique physique warranted some attention from Ning Fan, but that’s all. There were countless enemies with special abilities in the world, many Ning Fan had come across and slain, having long grown accustomed.

Tens of thousands of continents away, An Donglai revived for the second time, drenched in cold sweat.

Ning Fan was unaffected by the co-death curse!

Ning Fan unexpectedly traversed the distance of several thousand continents in an instant, caught up with him, and annihilated him a second time!

Fortunately, his second resurrection point was set farther away. Ning Fan probably couldn’t catch up. He had to escape immediately, immediately...

An Donglai turned to leave, but as soon as he did, he saw a cold, indifferent face staring back at him.

It was Ning Fan!

Traversing tens of thousands of continents, how could there be such terrifying speed in this world!

"Explode!"

An Donglai acted decisively, directly detonating his body and spirit, but this self-destruction naturally didn’t hurt Ning Fan in the slightest.

He didn’t wait for Ning Fan to kill him because he knew the curse of co-death was ineffective against Ning Fan!

Ten thousand continents away, An Donglai resurrected for the last time, his cultivation having fallen to Fragmented Thought.

His face was deathly pale, heart pounding wildly. The Life-Extending Pills were all used up, and they were all genuine Nine-Turn Emperor Elixirs, but he couldn’t find a fourth pill on him!

"This time, I should be able to escape... His spirit sense shouldn’t be able to lock onto such a distance. Even if the speed is sufficient, the spirit sense should also..."

Drip, drip, drip...

Raindrops were carelessly falling from the sky, and there was a man in white, walking indifferently out of the rain curtain.

Once again, without wasted words, he burned An Donglai to ashes with a single fan.

This time, An Donglai could no longer revive, and Ning Fan, having completed the kill, finally showed a slight seriousness in his gaze.

"Indeed, this time any random member of the Dark Clan was thoroughly prepared for the battle. Even an Eternal Immortal Venerable could resurrect three times. The stronger ones will be even harder to deal with..."

He spoke of the difficulty, but Ning Fan’s expression remained calm. Clearly, even so, he didn’t regard the Dark Clan’s contemporaries as a threat.

The slaughter had just begun. Wouldn’t it be more interesting if the other side had the power to resist?

With a flicker of his body, Ning Fan vanished into the rain curtain, where fires constantly erupted in the distant sky, and the Dark Clan’s proud sons died at his hands.

There was a proud son of the Dark Clan who could link with the heavens and earth, wielding Immortal Emperor power in an instant, but he was crushed by Ning Fan’s foot, along with his momentum, into a bloody pulp.

There was a proud son of the Dark Clan whose body held millions of formations, every word and deed was a formation, yet in front of Ning Fan, the formation power completely froze, unable even to close his shocked eyes in death...

There was a proud son of the Dark Clan harboring a great star within him, his star technique nearly invincible at the same level, but Ning Fan casually fanned, incinerating all great stars, dying with unfulfilled eyes.

There was a proud son of the Dark Clan who summoned all the earth fire of the Dark Continent, intending to burn Ning Fan, but Ning Fan casually absorbed all the earth fire, instead restoring a large amount of mana...

One by one, the Dark Clan’s Hundred Young Ones died. Even if well-prepared, they were still no match for Ning Fan.

The active presences in the Dark Continent grew fewer and fewer. Yin Luosha’s face was stern as water. He had witnessed Ning Fan’s power at the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain, yet now Ning Fan seemed even stronger than before!

The Dark Clan’s Hundred Young Ones dared to kill Ning Fan, yet each came with their trump cards. Even if the Eastern Heaven Great Emperor were here, he wouldn’t fare well.

And yet, none could kill Ning Fan...

"On that day at the Supreme Pill Sacred Domain, I was powerless in front of this boy because I didn’t bring my strongest corpse armor. But this time, I won’t lose! I am Yin Luosha, the highest qualified in our clan since the ancestral founder. What is Ning Fan, and how can he compare to me!"

Behind Yin Luosha, a giant black coffin towered over the continent like a million-zhang high mountain, its momentum piercing the sky.

Closer, closer...

Ning Fan drew nearer, and Yin Luosha finally tore open all the rune seals on the giant coffin, opening it.

Dust filled the sky!

Inside the giant coffin was a giant nearly a million zhang tall, with empty, eyeless sockets.

The giant wore a black dragon robe, its attire indescribably majestic, surrounded by hidden black star power, exuding an eternal, unyielding aura!

Every inch of the giant’s skin was damaged, forcibly stitched together, devoid of any blood or vitality.

This was no living person but a corpse, a once supreme being whose self-destruction left behind a remnant, pieced together by the Dark Clan into a complete corpse!

As Ning Fan followed Yin Luosha’s presence to this place, he saw such a giant corpse with empty eyes.

The aura from the giant corpse was terrifying, causing Ning Fan’s expression to change slightly, but that was all.

Yet upon seeing the giant corpse’s face, the horror and anger within Ning Fan were uncontrollable!

This giant corpse’s face was none other than... Mu Weiliang’s birth father, the Heavenly Emperor!

Why was the Heavenly Emperor’s corpse in the hands of the Dark Clan!

Wasn’t the Heavenly Emperor self-destructed and fallen in the Ancient Heavenly Court battle? Why was he lying here!

Scenes of interactions with the Heavenly Emperor flashed through his mind. Under the Communication with All Things, he heard the sorrow within the Heavenly Emperor’s bones...

"What have you done to the Heavenly Emperor’s body..." Ning Fan asked coldly.

"Don’t rush, you’ll soon find out..."

Yin Luosha sneered, his form blurred, transforming into a dark light, entering the Heavenly Emperor’s giant corpse’s Dantian.

At that moment, black ghostly fire burned in the empty eye sockets of the Heavenly Emperor, indescribably eerie.

"So that’s how it is, using one’s own cultivation as this corpse’s Spirit to control it..." Ning Fan’s eyes flashed azure, seeming to see through everything.

But he didn’t have much time to study.

Because the giant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor, under Yin Luosha’s control, shattered the giant coffin and stepped out, lifting a foot intending to stomp Ning Fan into minced meat.

The step of the million-zhang giant left a footprint over a hundred thousand zhang long on the continent. The ensuing tremor turned mountains, rivers, grass, and creatures all into ashes!

It was a pulverization to dust-level precision. If landed on a person, it could severely injure even a Sixth Calamity Immortal Emperor of the Era of Decline!

Ning Fan wasn’t stepped on. His speed was extraordinary; he flickered to the sky, dodging the strike, yet was also awed by its power.

Even with just Yin Luosha’s cultivation controlling this corpse, such power could be unleashed. If it were the Heavenly Emperor’s cultivation attacking, what kind of world-ending scene would it be...

In life, the Heavenly Emperor must have been an Ancient Great Cultivator. In death, he became merely Yin Luosha’s murdering toy...

"Little Fly, why haven’t you opened your cross halo yet? Could it be you know your cross halo can’t contain an ancient existence like the Heavenly Emperor? Or do you think you can match the Heavenly Emperor without using full power, how arrogant!"

Yin Luosha’s laughter echoed through the skies, controlling the giant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor to deliver a hundred punches towards where Ning Fan was in the sky.

He confidently believed Ning Fan couldn’t contain the giant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor. Based on his research, Ning Fan’s cross halo had limited coverage, not exceeding ten thousand zhang, inadequate to envelop the entire giant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor.

Ha ha, being large has its benefits sometimes! At least when the body is large, it can extend beyond the cross halo’s coverage!

Hundreds of fist lights from the Heavenly Emperor sealed all of Ning Fan’s escape routes, making it impossible for him to dodge and forcing him to confront them head-on with all his might.

Ning Fan didn’t use the God-Extinguishing Shield, uncertain whether An Yuanchen was monitoring him now or would recognize the Heaven-Opening Artifact...

He chose to activate the Cross Halo!

Amidst a weave of a hundred thousand Mo Yin Runes, Ning Fan stood towering through the sky, exuding an ancient divine majesty around him.

The Heavenly Emperor attacked with a fist, and he retaliated similarly. Once the Cross Halo was activated, Ning Fan not only had boundless mana but also had immense physical recovery!

In an instant, he launched the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike, unleashing a hundred punches, clashing with the punches of the Heavenly Emperor!

The surrounding continents were shattered into dust by the ripples of the fists colliding, and disappeared without a trace!

In front of the colossal figure of the Heavenly Emperor, a million zhang high, Ning Fan appeared as small as a speck of dust, yet this clash of punches was evenly matched!

If it were truly the Heavenly Emperor himself, Ning Fan certainly could not achieve this feat, but his opponent was merely the remnant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor. The power Yin Luosha could exert might not even reach one-ten-thousandth of the Heavenly Emperor’s true strength...

Heavenly Emperor, Heavenly Emperor...

Ning Fan’s gaze held a trace of melancholy.

That senior who once played chess with him in the Mirage...

That emperor who defended the Ancient Heavenly Court until his death in battle...

That loving father who, when teaching him the Black Star Technique, was still worried about his daughter...

Now, there’s only a stitched-together corpse left.

If Ruomu Weiliang knew her biological father had fallen to such a state, how heartbroken would she be...

If the cultivators of the Ancient Heavenly Court still existed, knowing their emperor was being manipulated by a child, how heartbroken would they be...

Ning Fan felt that his Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike seemed to be merging into something, with each punch growing stronger and more powerful.

This increase was not merely because the number of continuous strikes was rising, but because at this moment, each punch Ning Fan delivered was filled with emotion and intent!

The Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike is born from the Ancient Demon Annihilation Dao, and its power can only be maximized when the host desires to annihilate something.

This subtle feeling of the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike elevating can only be understood but not expressed in words.

Ning Fan did not want to ask why the Heavenly Emperor’s corpse was here, nor did he want to inquire about what the Dark Clan had done to the Heavenly Emperor’s body over the years.

At this moment, he only wanted to do one thing!

Break all the shackles on the Heavenly Emperor!

Truly lay the remnant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor to rest, allowing it to find peace beneath the yellow earth!

"Hiss! A mere Cultivator of the Decline can actually trade punches with the ancient Heavenly Emperor and remain unbeaten!"

Inside the Heavenly Emperor’s body, Yin Luosha was shocked and formed a spirit sense. Instantly, an endless black star force shot out from the Heavenly Emperor’s massive form, the star brilliance as sharp as flying swords, a billion star swords slashing towards Ning Fan!

The Black Star Technique... so it could be used like this? Ning Fan was surprised.

After the surprise, there was more sighing.

If the Heavenly Emperor himself released the star swords to kill him, he certainly would not be a match, but if it was Yin Luosha doing so, then it wasn’t worth mentioning.

Bang bang bang!

Ning Fan punched out repeatedly, countless star swords collapsing upon the heavens, shattering into nothingness.

Upon the remnant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor, there was still remaining black star force, but this star force was already scarce, not even one in a billion of its peak power.

Otherwise, why would the aftershocks of Ning Fan’s Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike landing on the giant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor create unhealable wounds...

Otherwise, why must those fragments of flesh be stitched together with needles, why couldn’t the wounds heal...

"Even the Myriad Starry Sky Sword couldn’t kill you! Then how about enduring the Primordial Starry Sky Seal!"

With a single hand, the Heavenly Emperor pressed forward, and hundreds upon thousands of illusory stars appeared, crashing towards Ning Fan.

Silently, Ning Fan calculated the time, punching out continuously.

Fifteen breaths, sixteen breaths, seventeen breaths...

This was the time the Cross Halo remained activated!

Two hundred consecutive strikes, three hundred consecutive strikes, four hundred consecutive strikes...

This was the continuously increasing number of strikes of the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike!

Five hundred consecutive strikes!

Six hundred consecutive strikes!

Seven hundred consecutive strikes!

Eight hundred consecutive strikes!

Under the backlash of eight hundred Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strikes, Ning Fan’s body collapsed time and time again within the Cross Halo, yet a flicker of the Mo shadow allowed his flesh to recast.

At this moment, he did not need to worry about insufficient mana or his body unable to withstand the backlash of eight hundred strikes.

What needed to be worried about wasn’t him, but... Yin Luosha!

Under the eight hundred consecutive strikes, the remnant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor was smashed apart, countless forcibly stitched chunks of flesh exploded and scattered, a foul wind filling the air!

Yin Luosha spewed blood wildly, appearing in the air, having lost the protection of the Heavenly Emperor’s body, how could he dare continue to fight Ning Fan, his whole body trembling uncontrollably!

Smashed apart!

The body of the Heavenly Emperor was actually smashed apart by Ning Fan’s eight hundred consecutive punches!

It’s true that the remnant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor had long since ceased to have any vitality, but even some Eastern Heaven Great Emperors wouldn’t have been able to shatter the remnant corpse of the Heavenly Emperor...

Yet Ning Fan was able to do it! Truly a monster!

"Dark Ancestor’s Great Escape!"

Yin Luosha, having lost his greatest reliance, dared not battle anymore, his form flickering and vanishing without a trace, only to be torn from the realms by Ning Fan, who struck him with a punch, exploding him.

To be struck by the eight hundred and first punch of the Ancient Demon Mountain-Shattering Strike was indeed a privilege for Yin Luosha, naturally leaving him powerless to resist, he turned into blood mist with a single punch, without even a scream, immediately killed.

Countless Dark Clan old monsters sensing this all inhaled sharply, who could have anticipated even with the use of the Heavenly Emperor’s remnant corpse, Yin Luosha was still no match for Ning Fan!

Even without being pinned by the Cross Halo, it still couldn’t be evenly matched?

"Useless, all of them useless! Among the younger generation too, why is it that the juniors of my clan are so far behind that Ning Fan! Such uselessness, dying isn’t worth mourning!"

A Triple Calamity Immortal King was inwardly furious, speeding stealthily towards the location where Ning Fan and Yin Luosha battled. Despite traveling hidden, his speed was faster than many high-ranking Immortal Kings flying with all their might, quite impressive.

This person was named An Tianxing, an older Immortal King of the Dark Clan, and the closest person to Ning Fan at the moment!

He might not be the highest cultivation among the Dark Clan, but he is definitely the most adept at assassination!

For some reason, after Ning Fan killed Yin Luosha, he remained at the spot and didn’t go anywhere, which surprised An Tianxing.

An Tianxing flew crouched in the sky, occasionally touching the dagger hanging at his waist.

The dagger was made of beast fang; it didn’t appear sharp but exuded a strange feeling of tearing and shattering everything...

As long as he touched this beast fang dagger, An Tianxing would feel at ease. Even if the opponent were someone capable of killing an Immortal Emperor, An Tianxing felt no fear...

When An Tianxing stealthily reached the battlefield and saw Ning Fan busy collecting the Heavenly Emperor’s corpse fragments, he immediately understood why Ning Fan remained there.

"So, this kid is interested in the remains of the Heavenly Emperor? Unfortunately, these fragments have long lost vitality, akin to scrap metal. Even the ancestors couldn’t truly repair the Heavenly Emperor’s remains. Even stitching together this corpse costs a huge price, and the payoff is merely having a corpse with Immortal Emperor-level combat power. Useful to juniors but nothing extraordinary. Now that this corpse has been blown apart again, it’s even more useless... This child gathers these fragments meaninglessly, unaware..."

An Tianxing scorned inwardly.

He crept closer to Ning Fan step by step, confident in his unmatched stealth, undetectable even to an Immortal Emperor!

His proudest achievement in life was participating in an assassination of a Southern Clan Immortal Emperor. Although the Immortal Emperor wasn’t killed by him, they suffered grave injuries to the Dantian, severely damaging their foundation...

With his rich experience in assassination, An Tianxing naturally felt no anxiety, even though this time his opponent was Ning Fan!

In a direct duel, his strength would be weak among Triple Calamity Immortal Kings, likely no match for Ning Fan...

But in assassination... even against ten Ning Fans, he was confident in killing them all!

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

An Tianxing was getting closer to Ning Fan. He drew his dagger, planning to stab Ning Fan in the back, breaking open the Dantian...

Seven steps, six steps, five steps, four steps...

An Tianxing could hear his heart pounding fiercely, not out of nervousness, but excitement!

Three steps, two steps, one step...

An Tianxing suddenly thrust the dagger, accurately stabbing Ning Fan’s lower back!

The sensation was like cutting tofu, without making An Tianxing doubt. He knew Ning Fan’s physical defense was strong, but even so, before the Divine Artifact Dagger of All-Penetrating, it was still like tofu...

But soon, he couldn’t remain calm!

The Ning Fan stabbed by the dagger suddenly dissipated like a mirage.

"Damn, it’s an illusory art! Not good! Break!"

An Tianxing was startled, forcibly breaking the illusion, coughing out blood.

And then... panic set in!

The scene of stabbing Ning Fan turned out to be entirely an illusion!

At this moment, he held the dagger, still in his crouching stealth pose, but incredibly... not invisible!

Did the illusion dispel his invisibility automatically the moment he was ensnared?

"The dagger in your hand actually gave me a slight sense of crisis. If you truly got close, you might have killed me in one strike..."

But in cultivation battles, there’s no such thing as might or ifs!

Ning Fan’s Rain Technique Perception is exceedingly terrifying, so how could he be covertly approached and assassinated!

Realizing the danger, An Tianxing attempted to become invisible again, wanting to flee, but Ning Fan effortlessly tore through the space, pulling him out.

If not assassinating, he was just a weak Immortal King, how could he be a match for Ning Fan!

An Tianxing gritted his teeth, unleashed his Divine Skills, and fought Ning Fan, but within moments, Ning Fan’s Wind-Fire Fan burned him to ashes.

The attack was slightly heavy-handed...

An Tianxing and his whole storage pouch were burned to ashes...

Oh? There’s still a prize?

Slightly surprised, Ning Fan drew An Tianxing’s beast fang dagger into his hand. This dagger wasn’t even slightly scorched by the Wind-Fire Fan, truly extraordinary, no wonder it could give him a sense of crisis.

It’s not an Innate Treasure... This object wasn’t crafted at all. It’s just an adornment on a sharp beast fang, looking like a dagger...

And for some reason, once Ning Fan gripped this dagger, he felt a slight resonance with his spiritual bloodline, extremely peculiar...

Just as he was about to examine the dagger closely, it suddenly seemed to possess a spirit, transforming into a stream of light and escaping his grasp.

Ning Fan reached out to grab it, but the dagger slashed open his palm. In the moment of astonishment, it took the opportunity to flee.

Ning Fan’s gaze darkened slightly as he stared at the bleeding cut on his palm.

His Divine Spirit Wasted Body, capable of resisting an Innate Treasure, was effortlessly cut by a non-treasure beast fang...

The depth of the Dark Clan is indeed profound, even a Triple Calamity Immortal King wielded such a divine weapon... Certainly no less than the Eastern Heaven’s Immortal King, and the Immortal King Ning Fan just killed likely wasn’t an unknown figure among the Dark Clan.

Regrettably, Ning Fan didn’t ask An Tianxing’s name because he truly had no interest in a dead man’s identity.

"Fate is preordained. As a senior passed me the Black Star Technique, today I provide cremation to senior, offering release to the corporeal body..."

Ning Fan didn’t take An Tianxing’s assassination attempt to heart. After collecting the Heavenly Emperor’s remains, he spat out a flame interwoven with thunder and fire, burning the remains to ashes, carefully collecting them to hand over to Mu Weiliang later.

After completing all this, Ning Fan blinked away, resuming the hunt for the Dark Clan’s prodigies. Unbeknownst to him, a beast-like gaze was secretly observing him at that moment.

In another world connected to the Dark Continent, An Yuanchen lay inside a black coffin, asking a dog-eared young man outside the coffin.

"Hei Sheng, what do you think of this prey? Worthy enough to be your opponent?"

The young man named Hei Sheng, naked from the waist up, wore a beast hide skirt below, a necklace of canine teeth around his neck. His hair was in thin braids spilling down to his waist, with a pair of black dog ears.

His skin was dark, squatting dog-like on the ground, playing lazily with a bloodstained beast fang dagger.

"He is not enough! Though he shares the aura of a demigod like myself, he’s too weak, unworthy of confronting my bite..."

"Haha, I know you don’t think much of him, but understand, this battle, you represent me. You should know, no matter what, I wish to win against the Ancient Chaos once, sending those juniors merely to probe his depth, for your reference. It’s better for him to be weak so that I can finally win once..."

"I do not comprehend the mindset of the weak, but if he doesn’t show enough value, I will not engage..."

"Troublesome, to pique your interest in him, I must sacrifice more juniors."

"Just a bunch of trash, their death indicates they never had value to exist."

Hei Sheng paid no more heed to An Yuanchen, swallowing the beast fang dagger, lying flat and falling asleep. Surrounding pressure that occasionally manifested was not far off from a Nine Tribulations Immortal Emperor, yet it’s noteworthy that this Hei Sheng was merely a Five Tribulations Immortal King...

"Ancient Chaos, I’ve been less than you all my life, but this disciple surpasses your disciple a thousand-fold. He’s a Primogenitor Demigod, under my nurturing, comparing not unfavorably even to the legendary Divine Spirit Wasted Body. Your disciple, despite possessing divine spirit power, doesn’t know how diluted that half-god bloodline is over generations. You may overshadow me a lifetime, but in this aspect, you’re decisively lacking!"