Chapter 141: Lv Zu Bestowed Me the Fire Dragon Sword

The clay statue is hidden, and the incense smoke carries killing intent.

In the surging smoke and dust, the strong smell of blood lingered for a long time. Zhang Fan's voice was flat and gentle, but it fell into everyone's ears like rolling thunder, deafening.

For a time, there was silence.

Xu Xu Zhixia's gaze was scattered, as if she no longer recognized this ex-boyfriend who had been with her day and night for four years.

Sui Brother Chunsheng and Zhan Xinyue looked at each other. They did invite Zhang Fan to help, but in their eyes, Zhang Fan had always been low-key and hidden, not showing his head much.

I don't know why, today he was so jumping and strong, and in a disagreement, he actually beat Ma Ma Buting into a dead dog!?

"He is stronger than when he was in Gusu City." Sui Brother Chunsheng's heart jumped, looking at Zhang Fan with awe and a trace of solemnity.

How long has it been since he returned from Gusu City? Zhang Fan's progress was staggering. His cultivation was improving at an incredibly fast speed. What made him most puzzled was that Zhang Fan's style seemed to be changing, his temperament becoming more and more restrained, making it difficult for people to figure out, his fighting skills becoming more and more proficient, and his methods becoming more fierce and overbearing.

"He is transforming!" A suspicious look flashed in Sui Brother Chunsheng's eyes.

Ordinary people, unless they have undergone great changes, will never have such a transformation, let alone in a short period of time.

But Zhang Fan, he transformed so quickly, transformed so naturally... as if he was born like this. Today's everything is not so much a transformation as it is a return.

Zhang Fan didn't care about everyone's reaction, but his gloomy gaze fell on the god statue offering the 【Great Lingzong Wang】 tablet.

This clay statue seemed to hide infinite magic. Just one look made him unable to extricate himself. He seemed to be looking at Zhang Lingzong, and it seemed to be looking at himself.

The Nascent Soul was restless, wishing to leave the body and descend upon it.

Zhang Lingzong had been missing for so long, but he asked him to return to the Zhang family old house through Liu Liu Fusheng. Obviously, this clay statue was extremely important.

"What exactly did my dad leave behind?"

Zhang Fan guarded the restless Nascent Soul, his eyes full of doubt.

No matter what, he had to master this clay statue in his own hands first.

"Bai Yujing City is really hiding dragons and crouching tigers..."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded violently.

Zhang Fan raised his brows, turned around, and saw the smoke and dust dissipating. Ma Ma Buting stood up slowly, the blood on his chest had long dried, and a wisp of evil spirit was entangled in the wound, actually neutralizing the Marshal Tian Peng Tooth.

"Three Yin Refine Qi, transform the baleful into a blade."

Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed into a line; he had almost forgotten that what Ma Ma Buting practiced was also the 【Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade】, and it was the authentic secret transmission.

This type of spell was somewhat similar to the 【Tian Peng Tooth】; both were methods of refining Yin into baleful energy and driving Yang to transform into Yin.

At this moment, Ma Ma Buting circulated the Three Yin Qi, causing the power of the Tian Peng Tooth to flow together and merge into one place.

"Senior Brother!"

Seeing that Ma Ma Buting was safe and sound, Zhou Miaochuan could not help but show joy and cried out involuntarily.

"His power..."

Xu Xu Zhixia's delicate brows furrowed slightly; she instinctively sensed a trace of danger.

Ma Ma Buting's aura was constantly changing; his True Yang was boiling, and in the blink of an eye, it became like a grim, cold prison. The temperature around his body dropped rapidly, and even the moisture in the air was turning into frost.

Hum...

At the same time, Ma Ma Buting's right arm trembled slightly, his muscles and bones ringing in unison, and there was even the sound of blades clashing.

"Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade..." Zhang Fan's gaze sank slightly as he stared at the other's right arm.

This was the true Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade; compared to the one Zhou Zhou Miao Yu had displayed that day, they were not to be mentioned in the same breath. Just this phenomenon alone was a world of difference.

"I have long resided in the Miaoguan for profound cultivation and inevitably underestimated the experts of the world. My previous rudeness—I ask that you forgive me, Daoist Brother."

Just at this moment, Ma Ma Buting spoke. He, who had been domineering and arrogant just a moment ago, had actually become humble and polite at this instant.

However, as soon as the words began, Zhang Fan's brows rose, for he felt a danger even more intense than before.

Hum...

A fierce wind rose, scattering the dust and smoke, and Ma Ma Buting disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

"So fast!"

"I ask that you do not hesitate to enlighten me, Daoist Brother."

A cold voice rang out by Zhang Fan's ear. His gaze narrowed into a line, and he saw Ma Ma Buting like a shadow, having pressed in from the front. His palm edge was like a blade, chilling to the bone.

Boom—

Almost at the same time, Zhang Fan reacted instinctively, circulating the North Emperor Method and chanting the Tian Peng Curse. A surge of blood light moved, three parts Tai Yin transformed into baleful energy, and a grim, phantom image of fangs flickered. Gripped in his palm, he thrust forward fiercely.

Hum...

Wang Xuanmiao and secluded, refining Yin Qi; three turns, three sacrifices, the baleful energy becomes a blade.

Just at this moment, Ma Ma Buting's right hand shook. The Three Yin Refined Qi suddenly became blade light. The terrifying power caused the surrounding air to explode, and the permeating water vapor turned into frost in an instant.

Bang...

A loud sound rang out. Zhang Fan's 【Tian Peng Tooth】 exploded violently under that biting blade light. Fragments of light scattered, great evil inducing cold, and a breath of extreme Yin followed, invading his fleshly body.

Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly, and he pulled back fiercely. Looking down, his right arm was frozen purple, his blood flow slowed, and many capillaries were constantly rupturing. Most terrifyingly, the True Yang within his body was also freezing, like a surging river tide, slowly receding.

"Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade... He really did obtain the true transmission."

Xu Xu Zhixia's beautiful eyes trembled, and the look she gave Ma Ma Buting revealed a solemn color.

She came from the lineage of Xu Zu and naturally had heard of this method's reputation.

Three Yin Refine Qi, sharpen the corpse into an edge.

Once mastered, it cuts Yang and preserves Yin, destroying a person's cultivation. Once the blade Qi enters the body, out of ten parts of cultivation, only three remain.

Precisely because this method is so domineering, if one obtains the authentic transmission, before killing others, one must first cut oneself. In this life, one will have neither son nor daughter, ending one's lineage and killing all.

Ma Ma Buting's Dao heart was firm as a rock. By refining this technique with his own body, he was destined to have no descendants. His heart toward the Dao was only for this body in this life.

"He is truly ruthless to have even mastered this kind of spell."

Zhan Xinyue bit her silver teeth, looking at Sui Brother Chunsheng with lingering fear.

At this moment, she finally knew that when the two had sparred last time, the other party had indeed held back. Otherwise, Sui Brother Chunsheng's entire cultivation would likely have been washed away.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan's current perilous situation could be imagined.

"The Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade is too domineering. Once the blade Qi enters the body, it cuts and extinguishes the True Yang. Out of ten parts of cultivation, not even three remain..." Sui Brother Chunsheng's expression turned ugly to the extreme.

If they continued to fight, this entire cultivation would turn into nothingness.

"This method is so domineering; the practitioner likely cannot sustain it for long." Zhan Xinyue's brows rose, and she whispered solemnly.

"Correct. This is the greatest flaw of the Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade. The blade edge is sharp, hurting others and oneself; naturally, it cannot last forever."

Sui Brother Chunsheng looked at Zhang Fan with worry; perhaps this was his only chance.

Boom—

Suddenly, Ma Ma Buting moved again. His figure leaped up, as if merging into that biting cold wind.

In a trance, everyone heard the sound of blades clashing. Under one astonished gaze after another, Ma Ma Buting's palm seemed to turn into a blade, grim as a prison, hair-raising, and it slashed fiercely toward Zhang Fan's head.

"Primordial Dao Mother, Zhou Tian Star Emperor."

"Lord of the Stars, Venerable King of the Dipper Mansion."

"Central Brahma Qi, Nine Emperors Upper Emperor."

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan joined his hands in the 【Pointing Dipper Seal】, chanting words in his mouth. In a trance, the blue clouds trembled, and it seemed as if starlight were falling, reflecting upon his body. Under his skin, the flowing True Yang rippled with mottled rosy light, like starlight shining brightly, flickering without end.

"Tian Mu Heart Curse!?"

Xu Xu Zhixia's face trembled slightly, and the look she gave Zhang Fan revealed even more astonishment.

She had not expected that Zhang Fan was not just a member of the Daoist sect, but that the spells he practiced were also extraordinarily profound. Besides the North Emperor Method, he had even mastered a rare secret transmission like the Tian Mu Heart Curse!?

One must know that the Tian Mu Heart Curse belongs to the 【Dou Mu Method】, the latter being the head of the North Dipper stars and the king of all weather phenomena.

Once this type of spell is mastered, it specifically counters star fighting techniques and has historically been kept secret within individual Daoist sects.

"Where on earth did he learn these spells!?"

Xu Xu Zhixia's heart surged with waves. At this very moment, Zhang Fan became incredibly mysterious in her eyes.

Boom—

Brahma sounds chanted, piercing like thunder, and brilliant starlight suddenly rose, surging three feet above Zhang Fan's head.

"Tian Mu Heart Curse..."

Just at this moment, Ma Ma Buting's palm edge fell. The Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade's fierce power flourished, a wisp of cold light pointing out, like breaking a hundred-mile ice river.

"It is a pity you have not mastered it yet."

Only a "crack" was heard, and the protective star aura three feet above Zhang Fan's head shattered suddenly.

Whoosh...

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan tapped his feet on the ground, as if merging into that biting cold wind, retreating rapidly, intending to put distance between himself and Ma Ma Buting.

The Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade is indeed domineering and terrifying; to be stained by even a bit is to ruin one's cultivation.

At this moment, most of the True Yang within Zhang Fan's body had frozen, his body was no longer as agile as before, and many of his tendons and muscles had become incredibly stiff.

"Daoist Brother, where did your earlier majesty go?"

Ma Ma Buting's voice lingered in his ears. He was like a maggot on a bone, following like a shadow, not giving Zhang Fan the slightest chance to catch his breath.

"Something is wrong... really wrong... How can he fight for so long without tiring, as if he is completely unaffected by the 【Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade】!?"

Just at this moment, Zhan Xinyue noticed the problem.

Sui Brother Chunsheng's expression was solemn, and he also revealed a look of doubt.

"Because he is a descendant of the Three Sovereigns Sect."

Suddenly, Xu Xu Zhixia spoke, her pale little face revealing intense worry.

"Three Sovereigns Sect... Could it be..." Sui Brother Chunsheng's brows rose, as if he had thought of something.

The Three Sovereigns Sect is an extremely ancient sect within the Daoist gate, popular during the Tang Dynasty. Because the "Three Sovereigns Scripture" it passed down claimed the ability to "summon and impeach ten thousand gods," it was feared by the imperial court and once banned, yet it still circulated. It was banned again during the Yuan Dynasty, leading to the disaster of burning scriptures. The Three Sovereigns Scripture was burned, and the Three Sovereigns Sect gradually disappeared.

"The method of summoning and impeaching ghosts and gods, the technique of spiritual emptiness body refinement!"

Sui Brother Chunsheng's expression was ugly, and his heart finally sank to the bottom.

Boom—

At this moment, Ma Ma Buting was fighting more and more fiercely. From his mouth, eyes, nose, ears... spiritual light flickered from his seven orifices, flickering without end. His powerful bodily functions were reviving at this moment, and even the blade light generated by the Three Yin Refined Qi could not harm him in the slightest.

"His physical body..." Zhan Xinyue's beautiful face lost its color, and she also saw the anomaly.

"Legend has it that the spells of the Three Sovereigns Sect can command the power of ghosts and gods to bless the physical body, making it like a spiritual body, exceeding the limits of original flesh and blood," Xu Xu Zhixia said solemnly.

At present, the injuries Ma Ma Buting had just received had already recovered. His aura was becoming more and more powerful, as if every moment the battle continued was charging him up.

Wisps of spiritual light surged and flickered from his seven orifices.

At this moment, Ma Ma Buting was as if possessed by ghosts and gods, invincible in spiritual emptiness.

"Spiritual emptiness body refinement combined with the Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Blade..."

"Is he invincible!?"

"The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance actually has such an expert."

At this moment, everyone was shocked speechless by Ma Ma Buting's strength. Even Li Li Gaoyang felt it was inconceivable; such experts always lived deep in famous mountains and Daoist temples, yet they had been gathered by the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.

"To be able to make Senior Brother so serious, this Zhang Fan can be considered decent."

Zhou Miaochuan's beautiful eyes trembled, revealing a trace of awe. She looked at Zhang Fan and suddenly felt a bit of sympathy.

For a Daoist practitioner, meeting a monster like Ma Ma Buting among their peers is simply a tragedy.

This is their misfortune, and also their luck.

A frog in a well being able to see the vast firmament can also be considered a kind of luck.

"It's over!"

Just at this moment, a whisper rang out, as if drawing a period to this battle of spells.

The spiritual light wrapped around Ma Ma Buting's body became more intense. His right palm was like a blade, falling slowly. The terrifying blade light soared into the sky, turning into a sheet of silver-white, swallowing Zhang Fan's figure along with it.

The air within a hundred-meter radius began to freeze, the frost chilling and white, surging like a tide.

"Hmm!?"

At this moment, even Feng Ping'an on the outskirts of the old residential area noticed the surging phenomenon that soared into the sky.

The vast scorched earth shook violently. He stopped the movements in his hands, crossed paths with Lou Lou Hechuan's figure, and looked toward the direction of the old Zhang family residence.

"The Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance can still gather talent..." Feng Ping'an said in a deep voice.

"Three Sovereigns summoning spirits, Three Yin slaughtering demons... Today's young people are truly incredible."

"Little Feng, the waves of the Yangtze River push the ones in front. So many years have passed, and you have also grown old."

Lou Lou Hechuan's mouth corners rose slightly, and he looked intentionally or unintentionally toward the direction of the old Zhang family residence, his aged face revealing a look of triumph.

He knew that this unusual fluctuation came from Ma Ma Buting.

This little fellow was someone he had spent no small amount of effort to dig up; among the younger generation in Bai Yujing City, he was almost an invincible existence. He was the future hope of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance; today was merely a small test of his edge.

"Old Lou, what you said is correct, the waves of the Yangtze River push the ones in front..." Feng Ping'an nodded, but his gaze returned to calm.

"However, you should have also heard another saying."

"What?" Lou Lou Hechuan asked subconsciously.

"There is always a mountain higher than another!" Feng Ping'an chuckled lightly.

"Hmm!?" Lou Lou Hechuan's gray brows stood up, revealing a look of doubt.

"Today's weather is exceptionally sweltering."

Just at this moment, Feng Ping'an wiped his chapped lips and looked subconsciously toward the direction of the old Zhang family residence.

The vast frost invaded, the biting blade edge became baleful, and the grim silver-white had long since swallowed Zhang Fan's figure. Under such terrifying power, there would be no life left; even if there were, that cultivation should be ruined.

"Today, I am satisfied."

Ma Ma Buting slowly withdrew his gaze, giving the highest praise.

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As he spoke, he turned around and walked toward that clay statue.

"Let the warm-up end here."

Just at this moment, a slow, indifferent voice came from within that grim silver-white.

Everyone's expression changed suddenly, and they all looked up.

Boom—

Suddenly, a red stream of light jumped within that grim silver-white, like a bright lamp, illuminating the polar night of frost and cold, and also illuminating the figure of the person behind it.

"Zhang... Zhang Fan..."

One look of disbelief after another was cast over, trembling and revealing horror that could not be concealed.

Three Yin refining baleful energy, frost flowers covering the ground; that man had actually walked out unscathed. A wisp of flame jumped at his fingertips, weak and tiny, yet it caused the surrounding cold air to encounter terror and retreat accordingly.

"This is impossible!" Ma Ma Buting's face trembled; he simply could not believe it.

"Only when the heart is empty like a secluded valley can the fire rise and the wonderful flower bloom..."

Zhang Fan whispered, looking at the jumping flame in his hand, his eyes infatuated.

At this moment, he finally warmed up.

"He... this... this is..."

At this moment, everyone noticed something was wrong. The surrounding frost began to melt, and the temperature in the air rose sharply at an irresistible speed.

"Kill!"

Almost at the same time, Ma Ma Buting struck fiercely, circulating profound Daoist arts, wrapped in invincible confidence.

Boom—

Rolling spiritual light sprayed out from his seven orifices, wrapping around his limbs. The tangled Yin baleful energy transformed into an unparalleled edge, raging and roaring in Ma Ma Buting's palm.

Grim frost flowers filled the sky and covered the earth, descending as a sheet of silver-white.

In a trance, everyone only felt that everything before their eyes was vast and white, and everything around them was about to be swallowed and slashed away.

The style of this blade was even more terrifying and extraordinary than before.

Within the Three Yin, under the edge, there is invincibility.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just at this moment, everyone's heart trembled, and they looked involuntarily at that lonely, weak figure under the invincible edge.

Hum...

Suddenly, a strange sound rang out violently, like a sword cry, like a dragon's roar, drowning out the sound of blades, suppressing that Three Yin Qi...

The next moment, a terrifying fire light soared into the sky, like a sword ray, three zhang off the ground, turning like a dragon. The terrible phenomenon swallowed all the frost-white, and the explosive slaughter pressed the blade light to shatter, frightening the soul to the core.

"This is..."

Outside the old residential area, everyone felt this unusual fluctuation. Looking at the flame light off the ground and the sharp sword intent, even a person as mature and cautious as Lou Lou Hechuan could not help but show a solemn expression on his face.

"True transmission of Lu Zu, Fire Dragon Dan Sword!"

Boom—

The restless fire light reflected on everyone's face. The jumping flames, wrapped in profound sword intent, coiled around Zhang Fan's fingertips.

Amidst the ruins, he stood motionless, letting the True Fire spray out, even letting the profound light calcine him.

At this moment, he was terrifying, not like a human.

"He... is he really Zhang Fan?"

Xu Xu Zhixia's trembling gaze was full of awe. At this moment, she even suspected whether Zhang Fan had been possessed by someone else.

In her impression, Zhang Fan should have been just an ordinary person; otherwise, in four years of dating, it would have been impossible for her not to notice anything.

Unless he was possessed, how could he possess such means in just a few months? Facing the fierce and domineering Ma Ma Buting, he had turned defeat into victory in the blink of an eye, destroying everything like dry weeds and rotten wood!?

"Finally mastered it."

Zhang Fan exhaled a long breath, which was hot and scorching; just this breath could burn corpses and incinerate bodies.

Red light flowed in his eyes. Every time his heart moved, the surrounding flames dissipated a bit. By the end, the fire light was gone, leaving only scorched earth everywhere.

"Daoist True Fire, it is worthy of being Daoist True Fire; the fire follows the heart's movement."

Sui Brother Chunsheng looked at Zhang Fan in a daze, his eyes full of awe.

That day in Suzhou City, Zhang Fan's 【Fire Dragon Dan Sword】 had only just taken shape. How much time had passed, and he had actually mastered it.

This was not ordinary mortal fire, but Daoist True Fire. The fire rises with the heart and extinguishes with the heart; life and death are all in a single thought.

"Is this guy really Xu Zhixia's ex-boyfriend? Didn't they say he was an ordinary person? Fierce to this extent?"

In the distance, Li Li Gaoyang pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and swallowed, terrified and unable to control himself.

The ordinary person he had expected was not only in the Daoist sect, but the spells he had mastered were one more terrifying than the next: North Emperor Method, Tian Mu Curse, and now the Fire Dragon Dan Sword...

Is this still a human!?

"No wonder they say small arts are easy to practice, but great methods are hard to master!"

Zhang Fan put away the Fire Dragon Dan Sword, only feeling that his limbs and bones were incredibly hot. Although this great method was mastered, the burden on him was not small.

It is no wonder that mastering a great method can grant the 【Spirit Official】 rank, but to use a great method with ease and follow one's heart, one must be a 【Gao Gong】.

Zhang Fan put away his thoughts; he had no time to think about these things now, and his gaze turned toward the distance.

Ma Ma Buting was scorched black all over, still emitting blue smoke; it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

He shook his head and turned to walk toward the deep pit.

However, Zhang Fan had just taken a step when he froze. Beside that clay statue, there was already someone there.

He stood there, looking at him and everyone else with a smile, as if watching a play.

Zhang Fan had seen this person before.

"Dog Han Han Diyan!?"

"Who is it?"

At this moment, Sui Brother Chunsheng and the others also noticed this man who had suddenly appeared, their expressions changing suddenly, and they asked sternly.

"Don't go over..."

Zhang Fan raised his hand suddenly and shouted violently.

"He is one of the Thirteen Zodiacs!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed. No one had expected that in today's situation, an expert from the Thirteen Zodiacs could actually exploit a loophole in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance and sneak in here silently.

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gains.

"Fire Dragon Dan Sword... you actually obtained the true transmission of Lu Zu..."

Han Han Diyan looked Zhang Fan up and down with interest, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

Zhang Fan's expression was solemn, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the clay statue beside Han Han Diyan.

"What? You want it?"

Han Han Diyan sensed Zhang Fan's thoughts, his mouth corners rising slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

"The Fire Dragon Dan Sword must have consumed a lot of your energy, right? I can give you time to recover slowly," Han Han Diyan laughed even more brightly.

Now, the experts of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance were blocked outside by the 【Scorched Earth Flame Lord】, and there were only a few small fry here.

In his eyes, they were just ants, to be destroyed with a wave of his hand.

This item left behind by the Great Lingzong Wang would eventually fall into the hands of the Wu Wei Sect.

"I'll count to three; that should be enough."

As he spoke, Han Han Diyan held up his finger.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Time's up!"

As the words fell, the smile on Han Han Diyan's face dissipated, and killing intent rose suddenly in his eyes. Waves of void dust flickered in his palm.

"Six Dust Dan Method!"

The strength of Dog Han Han Diyan—even if a Gao Gong were here, they could only die with hatred, let alone Zhang Fan, who was no longer in his prime state!?

Bang...

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan slapped his forehead fiercely, his soul leaving his body, detaching from his physical shell.

"Want to run!?" Han Han Diyan laughed. Even if he abandoned his physical body, in his hands, the soul would find it hard to escape.

However, an unexpected scene appeared.

Zhang Fan's soul did not flee, but instead rushed toward Han Han Diyan. Such a change made even this Dog pause for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opening, Zhang Fan's soul actually drilled directly into the clay statue beside him.

Boom—

In an instant, that clay statue seemed to come alive. The incense before it soared into the sky, a black cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, and terrifying thunder constantly tore through the clouds.

"This is..."

Boom—

Suddenly, a bolt of thunder fell fiercely, striking that clay statue.

Han Han Diyan's expression changed suddenly; unable to dodge in time, he was blown away by the terrifying thunder, and the destructive fluctuation turned half of his body into dust and dissipated...

"Little brat... you..."

The change happened too fast. Han Han Diyan spat out a mouthful of blood. In his terrified gaze, surging thunder constantly fell, striking the clay statue.

Zhang Fan's soul felt as if it had suffered a great calamity; he felt as if he had been blasted into countless particles.

"Circulate the Yu Xuanji Creation Wheel; people call it divine, but I do not. Knowing that height leads to decline, I seek the gate of life within the gate of death."

Just at this moment, a mysterious and long-drawn-out voice sounded within the clay statue. Immediately after, Zhang Fan saw a sheet of white light, like curling incense smoke, gathering and rising, wrapping around his soul, making him feel incredibly comfortable and warm.

"This thing really is strange!" A strange thought rose in Zhang Fan's heart.

Perhaps only a soul that had also practiced the 【Divine Demon Holy Fetus】 could discover the mystery of this clay statue.

Boom—

As the thunder in the sky constantly fell, that sheet of white light became more intense, filling every corner, as if even this clay statue could not bear it. Finally, with a "bang," Zhang Fan's soul was shaken out. He left the clay statue and returned to his physical shell.

"This..."

Zhang Fan's face was pale. He looked up suddenly and saw cracks slowly appearing on the clay statue.

"It cracked!?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Everyone looked up. Under one look of disbelief after another, and amidst the thunder constantly crashing down from the sky, that bizarre clay statue actually cracked inch by inch and exploded violently.

"It shattered!?"

Zhang Fan's face trembled, and he was stunned.

The thing his dad left him—he hadn't even had time to look at it properly or ponder it carefully, and this clay statue had shattered.

Boom—

Just at this moment, the thunder in the sky slowly ceased. However, the surging black clouds had not yet dissipated. A sheet of white light was intense, like a long rainbow, spanning the firmament and surging toward the grim black clouds.

At this moment, whether inside the old residential area or on the outskirts, everyone stopped and looked up, watching that strange scene.

Lou Lou Hechuan's gray brows stood up, his wrinkled face trembled violently, and an intense unease slowly rose in his heart.

Scorched Earth Flame Lord Feng Ping'an watched this scene, grinning broadly, his eyes bursting with unprecedented brilliance.

"The long night has an end; the god dies and the immortal is born!"

"Boss Zong, he has escaped the calamity!!"

(End of chapter)