Chapter 450: 【Mouth full of great love, heart full of profit】

The Chaotic Ancient Imperial Weapon condensing the Northern Plains Imperial Array was defensive, used to save Lin Xian and prevent Supremes from playing dirty.

This immortal artifact, combined with Amitabha, was a truly offensive force with sufficient deterrence, capable of killing Supremes.

The seven Ancient Emperors' smiles stiffened instantly. They looked at each other, and actually, no one dared to be the first to enter.

Although everyone claimed to want to defect to the Heavenly Court, save all living beings, and not launch dark turmoil, that was all based on the foundation of becoming an immortal and the foundation of eating the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill.

If there was no Nine-Turn Immortal Pill, several Supremes planned to snatch a few drops of Nine-Turn Immortal Liquid and then turn against them, returning to the forbidden zone to continue to lie dormant.

This group of old foxes had mouths full of great love, but their hearts were full of profit.

The World-Honored Amitabha Great Emperor had long seen through this group of old things. Giving them the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill was like a meat bun hitting a dog—there was no return.

How arrogant were the attainers of the Dao of the past? Wherever they could not reason, they would definitely not reason. If they reasoned a little, it was because they were forced to.

Only when they can truly threaten the lives of the Supremes will the forbidden zone Supremes speak properly.

"Hahaha, why don't you fellow Daoists go in? Don't stand at the door, come in quickly."

Amitabha held the bronze immortal hall, smiling happily, as if he was not the Buddha of the past, but the Buddha of the future who was always smiling. The atmosphere was incomparably harmonious, but under this peaceful atmosphere, undercurrents were surging, and there seemed to be murderous intent.

"Fellow Daoist Golden Emperor, why don't you come first."

Amitabha invited, leisurely: "Observing immortal artifacts is the greatest opportunity. Don't miss it."

The Golden Ancient Emperor coughed, quite awkwardly: "For such a grand event, this Emperor naturally won't miss it. If Fellow Daoist Amitabha allows, this Emperor wants to bring his daughter to observe together."

"So that's it." Amitabha nodded indifferently: "Then Fellow Daoist Golden, go quickly and return quickly."

The Golden Ancient Emperor breathed a sigh of relief, turned into a golden light and flew away. The remaining three Supremes also

In an instant, only the Qilin, Wanlong, and Blood Phoenix Emperors remained at the scene.

Amitabha calmly watched all of this, then turned his head to look at the Qilin Emperor and said, "Fellow Daoist, this is not your true body, nor is it a Dao body; it is merely a strand of divine sense."

"This Emperor misses my children too much, so my true body has gone to the Heavenly Court to meet them. I ask the World-Honored One to forgive me."

The Qilin Ancient Emperor smiled slightly, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "This Emperor will bring my child along shortly."

As soon as the words fell, the Qilin Ancient Emperor's divine sense dissipated into the void; only the Blood Phoenix Ancient Emperor and the Wanlong Emperor were true Dao bodies.

"Are they all true bodies?"

Ye Fan muttered, his expression complex. He had just fought against five self-slashing Ancient Emperors, and his battle record was even more astonishing than he had imagined.

Lin Xian fell silent at once. He had thought there would be Supremes acting, but he never expected there to be so many.

He had thought the Qilin Ancient Emperor and the Corpse Emperor might have a shred of sincerity, but in the end, it was all a ruse.

"The Future Buddha is not wrong; it is all interconnected, luring the Supremes into the trap."

Amitabha commented, then paused and said, "It is just that the Future Buddha miscalculated one thing."

"May I ask the World-Honored One, what is it?"

Lin Xian pressed his palms together and bowed with utmost humility: "This disciple wishes to hear the details."

"The Future Buddha's words are very reasonable; the Immortal Road, immortal elixirs, and immortal arts—each can prove longevity."

Immortal Qi swirled behind Amitabha, and divine light shone ten thousand zhang, as if he were a holy being. He smiled indifferently: "However, if the Supremes were to reason, would there still be dark turmoil in the human world?"

Immortal elixirs, the Immortal Road, and immortal arts are certainly tempting, but only what one has snatched into one's own hands is truly one's own.

How could the Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors of the past, who once stood supreme, allow themselves to be manipulated by a junior? Each has their own agenda.

People of the Shrouding Heavens—they are just this stubborn!

"I have been taught."

Lin Xian said with sincere conviction. There are many truths in this human world, but the most useful truth is only one.

That is, fists are more effective than glib tongues.

"Good."

Amitabha nodded with satisfaction. Ye Fan is the Sect Master of the Heavenly Court, but he views Lin Xian as the future of the Buddhist Sect, which is why he offered such guidance.

There were no major errors in Lin Xian's planning; his ability to dance through complex situations was also a brilliant strategy.

It was just that he overlooked one problem: Great Emperors and Supremes are simply not the same kind of people.

What kind of people were the Great Emperors Lin Xian had previously encountered? The Qing Emperor, the Empress, the Divine Emperor—even the worst among them, Amitabha, had stepped out on his own path to longevity and could live out a third life. Even Gai Jiuyou possessed a spine of pride.

Such Great Emperors have their own Immortal Roads and their own paths to longevity; they see hope in their eyes, so they have a grand vision in their actions.

Even the half-dead Qing Emperor wouldn't kick the bucket anytime soon, and don't be fooled by the Divine Emperor who just sleeps; in reality, he is trying to trick the Huang Tiandi's blood.

They have enough time to wait for the longevity path Lin Xian advocates to take root, sprout, and bear fruit.

A thousand years, ten thousand years, or even a hundred thousand years.

But the forbidden zone Supremes—do they have two thousand years? Perhaps they only have two hundred left.

"The child is teachable."

Amitabha smiled slightly, and then Lin Xian had to make some changes.

"Of course, changes must be made."

Lin Xian nodded solemnly, then turned around, stared at Ye Fan, and with an air of righteous indignation, shouted loudly: "Did you hear that? Don't you feel ashamed? Have you forgotten the dying wish of the successive Great Accomplishment Saint Bodies to pacify the dark turmoil?"

"You should reflect carefully on whether you have worked hard at your cultivation all these years; why is it that even now, you have not yet reached Great Accomplishment of the Saint Body?"

"If this continues, I will have to support your son to take the throne!"

If there were a Great Accomplishment Saint Body today, where would the need for so much planning and calculation be? One punch would shatter everything, pierce through the Immortal Domain, and lead all living beings to longevity.

In an instant, Ye Fan's complexion shifted from green to purple, from purple to black, and from black to white, as if a paint palette had been overturned—colorful and explosive. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he disregarded the difference in cultivation levels, let out a roar, and lunged at Lin Xian, shouting angrily: "You dog of a Saint Master, pay with your life!"

Ye Fan is a Desolate Ancient Saint Body, and having fought against various Emperors, his cultivation attainments have improved countless times over. Fortunately, Lin Xian is battle-hardened; watching Ye Fan's madness, he simply and calmly deployed the Secret of 'Xing'.

If you want to catch me, wait until you become a Saint King.

"You dog of a Saint Master, what have you done to my son!"

Ye Fan said indignantly. He didn't have too much worry about his child's safety; although Saint Master Lin is a bit of a dog, he is not like the dark Supremes—he still has a shred of humanity.

But the bad news is, that is all the humanity Saint Master Lin has.

Drawing blood without endangering the child's life is exactly the kind of thing Saint Master Lin would do.

You ask how Ye Fan knows? He had his blood drawn back in the day.

"Naturally, both mother and child are safe," Lin Xian said helplessly. "If I had touched the Innate Saint Body Dao Fetus, that black dog wouldn't stop until he fought me to the death."

"Really?"

Ye Fan's gaze was suspicious, but he breathed a sigh of relief. After all, that is the Black Emperor, who possesses many methods left behind by the Wu Shi Great Emperor; if he really went berserk, he could kill even a Great Sage.

"Naturally, it's true," Lin Xian said with disdain. "That little guy is much more precious than you. I'm counting on him to prove his Dao as a Huang Tiandi in this life; you should prepare to abdicate early."

Ye Fan's face darkened, and he pressed, "Those blood samples, how did you get them?"

"Years ago..." Lin Xian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the starry sky as if looking at Earth, carrying a touch of melancholy as he sighed: "I studied medicine."

(End of chapter)