621: ending

A smooth victory!

A mere Yu You Hall, combined with the accumulation gained from the Heavenly Ice Pavilion...

Now, Chen De had officially stepped into the peak of the Demon Venerable Realm Ninth Transformation.

"Hahahaha!"

After ascending for so long and working so tirelessly, he had finally reached the peak of the Immortal Realm.

At this moment, Chen De could no longer suppress the upward curve of his lips.

Next would be the realm of the Saints.

Mortal, Immortal, Saint, God—soon, he would be able to step into the third stage of cultivation.

It's not far, it's not far! The day when he could truly benefit the entire universe was not far off!

Hmm?

Just then, the system alerted him that someone was rapidly approaching.

Seeing that the person's cultivation was merely at the ordinary peak of the Immortal Law Realm Ninth Transformation, Chen De felt at ease.

It must be the Hall Master of Yu You Hall returning.

Eh?

Why is he going the other way now?

Is he lost?

As the saying goes, 'the closer to home, the more timid one feels.' It seemed perfectly apt to describe the current situation.

Thinking that the other party had done him such a big favor, he took the initiative to approach, wanting to thank him in person.

This is true morality; there is no greater morality in the world than this... Faster!

Faster.

Faster!

Jian Fan exerted his full strength, heading towards his own sect.

During this time, he continuously used special communication methods to contact the sect.

Everything was fine at first, but suddenly, at a certain moment, all connections were severed.

This made him suddenly realize that something terrible might have happened.

So sudden.

That meant the opponent was likely still near his sect right now.

Thus, Jian Fan did not hesitate to turn around and speed off in the opposite direction.

Although his original thought was that he had to go back and take one last look no matter what.

But in reality, that was just talk. When trouble actually struck, preserving his own life was obviously the most import...ant?

In the next moment, unsure of what he saw, Jian Fan's eyes widened.

At some unknown point, a person was standing in his path.

This person's presence was extremely faint; if not for his eyes seeing them, he would have completely ignored them based on perception alone.

Since when were eyes more sensitive than perception?

Clearly he could see them with his eyes, yet that spot felt empty to his other senses, with nothing there, let alone a figure.

Then, that figure pointed at him, extended a palm, and clenched it into a fist.

In the next moment, a punch was thrown.

Jian Fan was prepared, but he couldn't block it at all.

The power of this punch was simply too great; even if it didn't rival a Half-Saint, it was far stronger than an ordinary Ninth Transformation peak.

The punch struck his chest, directly caving in his sternum.

Pfft!

With a muffled sound, Jian Fan spat out a large mouthful of blood.

At this moment, he was certain that the strength of the person attacking him far surpassed his own.

Then, the opponent stomped his foot, and countless streams of black liquid flew out from behind him.

They intertwined like an extremely dense web, enveloping a section of space and sealing the two of them inside.

Jian Fan could clearly feel that there seemed to be no signal here; all his means of notification had lost their effect.

Not only that, but compared to the outside, the flow of time inside was much, much faster.

He was no match for the opponent at all; he had to find a way to escape this place as soon as possible.

Standing within this pitch-black space, he felt as though something terrifying was brewing.

At this time, the sunken part of Jian Fan's chest gradually recovered. "Who are you? My Ten Sects of the Sacred Ring—no, my Yu You Hall—should have never offended you. Why do this?"

The figure appeared there, or rather, he was everywhere. "Offended? No, I came here specifically to thank you."

He had a bright smile, possessing the temperament of a sunny and cheerful young man.

Thank me?

Is there such a way of thanking someone?

Punching someone in the chest the moment you meet, with such force that it seemed you were afraid of not killing them.

"Then, are you finished with your thanks?"

If not necessary, Jian Fan still didn't want to fight him.

The opponent's strength was too great; a fight would be a complete stomp.

So, if communication was possible, it was better to try his best to talk.

"No, no. A thank you must come with a gift, of course. Wait while I prepare something for you."

To show his sincerity, Chen De replied to every question the other party asked.

Jian Fan looked at the figure, his eyes full of wariness.

An unknown amount of time passed, and the black liquid sealing that space continued to shrink.

Jian Fan inside naturally noticed this as well, so he finally took the initiative to attack.

Every punch, every strike, even summoning his Life Soul Treasure to assist in the attack.

When hitting those black boundary walls, the expected shattering didn't happen at all.

Striking them was like mud entering the sea; there was no effect whatsoever.

On the contrary, as the internal space gradually shrank, the boundary walls thickened significantly, and the flow of time became even faster.

The figure just quietly watched Jian Fan try to destroy the place, indifferent.

A gentle smile remained on his face from beginning to end, which felt mocking in Jian Fan's eyes.

Since taking that punch, it wasn't that Jian Fan hadn't thought about attacking the figure again.

However, that figure seemed to be an illusion; when his attacks landed, the opponent simply vanished.

In the next moment, the figure would quietly appear elsewhere, as if he were omnipresent within the space.

Gradually, the space enveloped by the black liquid grew smaller and smaller.

Its range started in light-years, then shrank to kilometers, hundreds of meters, ten meters, nine meters... soon, its internal volume had shrunk to only accommodate a single person.

Finally, it seemed to encounter some sort of obstruction and began to melt.

When Jian Fan's body was revealed inside, those liquids continuously bored into him.

Thus, in just a very short amount of time, Jian Fan was successfully Influenced by Chen De.

While it seemed a long time had passed inside, only a brief moment had actually elapsed outside.

Feeling his newly acquired physical body, the key was to digest the various pieces of information in the memories.

For instance, one piece of news was that Li Xi had already fled, taking his entire sect with him.

In that case, he wouldn't make a wasted trip.

Additionally, based on Jian Fan's memories, Chen De had some conjectures.

For example, the Hall Master of Guixin Hall, Xu You, was suspected to be in the process of Slaying Three Corpses.

As a result, except for the escaped Prison Heart Pavilion, the other sects he could currently liberate and benefit had all been dealt with.

Thinking about it now, with so many living beings, there ought to be this much merit... Xie Feng!

After seeing the appearance of the person in front clearly, the three of them were pale with fright and immediately split up, fleeing in three different directions.

Meeting him at a time like this, what else could he be there for if not to slaughter them?