Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 258 - 0255: Stirring Up a Storm

The Vice Sect Leader’s expression was grave; the might emanating from the half-arm artifact was overwhelming.

He had already experienced its power intimately.

What kind of existence could it be, that with merely the aura of half an arm, it could obliterate his Big Array? Its strength was truly formidable, almost unimaginable.

"Hahaha! You Human Clan cultivators’ Big Array is merely so-so. I’d advise you to withdraw quickly while you still can live. If you stay here any longer, I doubt any of you will leave alive."

The Ten Thousand Saints Demon King laughed heartily, though the fiery pain from the injury on his back was excruciating. He had been struck repeatedly by the thunder from the Array. If not for the terrifying half-arm artifact tearing the formation apart,

his condition would have been far worse.

"Young friend, the situation is unclear. Let’s temporarily retreat; the Demons came prepared, and with our current condition, we’re likely at a disadvantage," the Vice Sect Leader said slowly. He had initially wanted to show off, but the opponent didn’t even give him the chance. The so-called Array wasn’t worth mentioning, unable to hold up even for a moment.

Quite embarrassing.

Lin Fan raised his gaze to the distance, a glint flashing in his eyes. To him, the Supreme God Talisman in his hand was like a fragrant, succulent piece of meat, attracting a certain someone who seemed to have a special preference for devouring such "meat."

"It’s here."

The Vice Sect Leader asked in surprise, "Who’s here?"

Lin Fan didn’t respond to the Vice Sect Leader’s query, merely waiting patiently. Soon, a voice came from afar.

"Dad, I’m so scared."

"Dad, I got lost."

A mad elder rushed over frantically, moving at lightning speed, colliding with the Void in loud bangs that fractured it, creating countless cracks that spread out like cobwebs, filling the air.

"What a unique way to make an entrance," the Vice Sect Leader marveled. With one look, he could tell this elder’s cultivation wasn’t weak. But wait—

Dad?

What’s going on here?

Could this elder truly be his child? The Vice Sect Leader couldn’t shake the feeling that the world around him had never felt harmonious at all—it was as though inexplicable events kept unfolding right before his eyes.

He turned to Lin Fan, hoping to learn some inside information, yet to his dismay, there wasn’t the least bit of intricacy involved—everything was as it appeared.

"Son, come here."

Lin Fan beckoned with his hand. The mad elder looked as though he’d been battered by the elements. He resembled someone who had been wandering the world for countless years.

Lin Fan pointed at the half-arm artifact floating in the air and said, "Son, see that arm? Just before, this thing bullied your Dad. Go crush it for me."

The mad elder hid behind Lin Fan, terror etched across his face as he gazed fearfully at the half-arm artifact suspended in the air. "Dad, I’m scared! That arm is moving; it’s alive! But why is it moving? Isn’t it already supposed to be dead?"

The Vice Sect Leader felt it was time to retreat.

He noted that the mad elder addressing Lin Fan as "Dad" seemed slightly off mentally.

Slightly off? Scratch that.

He was completely out of his mind.

The Ten Thousand Saints Demon King wanted to keep them all here, though his capabilities alone were insufficient; hence, he placed all his hopes on the half-arm artifact. Trouble was, he couldn’t control the artifact, nor could he establish contact with it.

All he could do was glare helplessly.

Waiting.

And then—

The half-arm artifact began moving, emanating an ancient and terrifying aura. The Void cracked apart, and three taloned fingers pressed down toward Lin Fan’s group.

"Good! Crush these Human Clan cultivators!"

The Ten Thousand Saints Demon King’s heart leaped with joy—this was the scenario he longed for. With the might of the mysterious half-arm artifact, the opposing group could definitely be subdued; there wasn’t even a need for further planning.

Lin Fan stood completely still, rooted where he was.

The Vice Sect Leader grew anxious.

Danger was imminent as the half-arm artifact approached, yet the young friend hadn’t moved an inch—surely a terrible fate awaited him.

"Son, it’s your moment to shine now! Still frozen like that?" Lin Fan spoke calmly. He could feel the half-arm artifact tearing through the Void, bearing down with supreme power. If a conflict were to arise, only the mad elder could possibly stand toe-to-toe against it.

"Ah! So scary!"

The mad elder shouted loudly, then pulled out the Blood Pool and charged towards the half-arm artifact, swinging the Blood Pool fiercely as he attacked.

Simple, brutal, yet effective.

Bang!

Furious sparks flew as the two clashed, the Blood Pool showcasing remarkable durability. Likewise, the half-arm artifact was equally resilient, yet one of its scaled plates still cracked and shattered.

Even a small breakthrough serves as a very auspicious start.

"Good job, Son! Keep hitting it—don’t give it any chance to retaliate!" Lin Fan cheered the mad elder on.

Although Lin Fan treated the mad elder as his son,

he was well aware—

The elder’s confusion dulled his reason. Should his sanity return, the results would be horrifying—far beyond anything Lin Fan could bear.

Additionally, he firmly believed the elder was from a long-ago age.

Even in madness, the elder could display terrifying strength.

Were he to regain clarity,

just how earth-shaking would that be?

Boom!

Boom!

The combat grew increasingly fierce. The Blood Pool struck the half-arm artifact repeatedly, suppressing it to the point it struggled to counterattack. Scaled plates fell off, splintering apart—even without Immortal Techniques, each of the elder’s hits carried enough force to shake heavens and earth.

"So, what do you think? Isn’t my son impressive?" Lin Fan asked the Vice Sect Leader, pointing to the mad elder who was fighting ferociously with the half-arm artifact, a look of pride and smug satisfaction plastered across his face.

He resembled a parent showing off their child’s perfect test score.

The Vice Sect Leader’s eyelid twitched. "You’re sure he’s your son?"

Even if someone beat him to death,

he’d never believe it.

Complete nonsense.

"Absolutely. I’m not lying—he’s my son. Don’t be fooled by his aged appearance; he’s actually only fifteen. He just happens to suffer from premature aging. This half-arm artifact looks intimidating, but against my son, it stands no chance," Lin Fan said.

The Vice Sect Leader blinked, feeling like someone was treating him like a fool.

At that moment—

The half-arm artifact was forced to retreat continuously under the relentless assault. As the Blood Pool struck again and again, blood stains began adorning its surface, seemingly activating intricate patterns that shimmered faintly.

"How could this be?" The Ten Thousand Saints Demon King was unwilling to accept such a scene.

Where on earth had this insane old man come from? His strength was utterly excessive, enough to suppress and defeat the half-arm artifact.

Then, the mad elder let out an earth-shaking roar and swung the Blood Pool fiercely forward.

With a resounding bang,

the half-arm artifact took a devastating blow, plunging into the Abyss below.

The mad elder hurried over to Lin Fan’s side. "Dad, let’s leave quickly. This place is terrifying—it’s too scary."

"No need to panic, Son! Didn’t you just do so well? You sent that half-arm artifact flying back—you realize how amazing you are? I couldn’t be prouder of you," Lin Fan said.

But suddenly—

He sensed a new and more ancient aura emanating from the Abyss.

Far more frightening than before.

"What is this?"

Lin Fan understood now the terror the mad elder had spoken of. The earth trembled violently, breaking open into numerous fissures. Strange eerie lights pulsed intermittently, as though something was brewing.

Looking up,

the full moon shone even brighter, seemingly reflecting the Abyss below.

"Let’s go."

Lin Fan, with his instincts honed by his low-grade Innate Divine Ability, felt impending disaster. The half-arm artifact wasn’t returning, yet something far worse was about to emerge. He wasted no time in giving the order for retreat.

The mad elder shrank behind Lin Fan, his movements cautious, and didn’t dare linger upon hearing they should leave.

The Vice Sect Leader’s expression turned somber. The situation at Kunyu Mountain was growing increasingly complicated.

Then—

A thunderous rumbling emanated from the Abyss. It sounded strikingly like breathing, and if it truly was breathing, it would be completely terrifying. What kind of being possessed such a breath?

Soon, billows of condensed demonic energy spewed forth from the Abyss, rolling outward and spreading rapidly.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Numerous figures streaked towards the distance.

The Vice Sect Leader cast one final glance at Kunyu Mountain. It was now entirely engulfed by the demonic mist, an oppressive atmosphere shrouding everything in sight. This transformation could never have been achieved by the Demons alone—it was closely related to the Abyss.

"Alas, what once was a serene and picturesque scene is now reduced to this," Lin Fan lamented.

Afterward, they regrouped with Cheng Lingsu.

Hao Tianhua played little more than a minor role throughout, contributing almost nothing of significance. The Demons they faced were too fearsome—attempting to challenge them was akin to being crushed like helpless grapes.

Lin Fan chose to remain behind.

Something about this place felt different to him, like it resonated with his destiny in some inexplicable way.

Originally lush and green, Kunyu Mountain was now blanketed by thick demonic mist. The fog resembled a labyrinth, making it difficult to see much beyond a few meters.

News of Kunyu Mountain’s transformation spread far and wide, shocking countless people. No one had expected such monumental events to occur here—despite the mountain’s reputation for harboring some Demons, their numbers had been minimal, with nothing of particular note aside from the graveyard.

Now, astonishing changes had shaken its very core.

Furthermore, rumors emerged that an ancient Supreme Treasure lay hidden deep within—the Demons had occupied the area simply to obtain this ultimate artifact of their race.

Consequently—

The matter escalated to the level of recent Forbidden Land chaos, sparking widespread uproar and drawing endless powerful figures to Kunyu Mountain to investigate.

Initially, many harbored doubts.

How could a relatively obscure Kunyu Mountain hide an ancient treasure of the Demon Clan?

Perhaps the rumors were fabricated.

But upon arrival at the site, they discovered the once-vivid natural beauty completely gone, replaced by pervasive demonic mist.

Within that mist, a faint trace of antiquity could be sensed.

The rumors were true.

Kunyu Mountain indeed housed a Supreme Treasure.

The Vice Sect Leader of Kunxu Palace had already contacted their Sect Leader. At this moment, though he could protect himself, the mountain was crawling with their disciples, spreading his forces too thin.

The gathering was a mix of powerful figures—

and numerous prodigies.

Lin Fan hardly knew these prodigies, but some of the influential figures instantly recognized him. His past exploits at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had created quite a stir, leaving a lasting impression among those present.

Moreover, two opposing factions had once hunted him down.

It’d be strange indeed if such prominent figures weren’t aware of him.

At that moment—

A voice was heard.

"Kunyu Mountain is said to hold the Supreme Treasure of the Demon Clan. Might the Kunxu Palace members elaborate on the situations they encountered within?"

Another powerful figure arrived.

The suggestion drew nods of agreement from many other figures present.

Indeed, this was reasonable.

They had just arrived at Kunyu Mountain yet had no grasp of its internal status.

PS: Feeling unwell with a cold, stomach discomfort, and persistent vomiting. I’ll rest for an hour and update later.

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