Grasping the Evil-Chapter 874: Barbarian Butterfly Tears the Sky, Initial Stage of Enlightenment
Blood sacrifice of the Barbaric Wilderness!
Just four simple words, yet they carry the insanity of the Barbarian Ancestor’s determination to become the Taicang Calamity Spirit at any cost!
The Barbarian Ancestor’s two heads, one bared its ghastly white teeth, grinning sinisterly and unsettlingly, with scarlet calamity gleams flashing in its eyes; the other head showed sorrow and pain, wanting to speak but helplessly silent...
Intimidated by the Barbarian Ancestor’s majesty, all the Fan Family’s Tribulation Envoys lowered their heads and didn’t even dare to breathe heavily.
The once proud Barbarian Ancestor held a great ideal, which was to protect the creatures of the Barbaric Wilderness from the invasion of different races through his existence.
However, ever since he began cultivating the Calamity Technique, the Barbarian Ancestor’s temperament grew increasingly cold and heartless.
Now, to cultivate a genuine Blood Lightning and become a Taicang Calamity Spirit, he did not hesitate to blood sacrifice the entire Barbaric Wilderness...
"The Barbarian Ancestor has changed..." the cultivators of the Fan Family sighed, yet no one dared to defy the Barbarian Ancestor’s order.
Ning Fan, in the form of a Barbarian Butterfly, looked down at the Barbarian Ancestor with solemn eyes.
This place wasn’t only inhabited by Ning Fan, a Barbarian Butterfly; however, he was the only one who possessed spirit awareness, while the eyes of other Barbarian Butterflies were hollow.
With Ning Fan’s eyesight, he could naturally discern that there were two consciousnesses within the Barbarian Ancestor’s body, battling for control over it.
One was the consciousness of the Barbarian Ancestor himself, and the other was the consciousness manipulated by the Calamity Thought.
It was the consciousness controlled by the Calamity Thought that sought to blood sacrifice the Barbaric Wilderness. As for the Barbarian Ancestor’s own consciousness, it was powerless to resist the erosion of the Calamity Thought, unable to control the body, and could only watch helplessly as the Calamity Thought controlled him step by step towards the blood sacrifice of the Barbaric Wilderness...
"So this is the power of the Calamity Thought... Even the Barbarian Ancestor, with Quasi-Saint cultivation, once controlled by the Calamity Thought, can only become a marionette..."
"...What is that..." Ning Fan’s gaze sharpened as he looked down below.
The location of the Fan Family was a sandstorm-shrouded Barbaric Wilderness valley. With a command from the Barbarian Ancestor, all the Fan Family cultivators took out formation flags, arranged at various places in the valley, and shook them.
Amidst the rumbling noise, countless fissures appeared in the valley’s soil, and as the Barbarian Ancestor pinched a hand seal, those fissures began moving instantly, connecting with each other, forming a massive crack.
At the same time, a colossal ancient barbaric monument, as large as a mountain, rose from the depths of the crack.
Subsequently, five more colossal ancient barbaric monuments ascended from the crack to the surface.
All six ancient barbaric monuments were sculptures of beasts, with bizarre forms and ominous auras that Ning Fan had never felt before.
Though they were merely six inanimate ancient barbaric monuments, a faint heartbeat could be heard...
"Upon the Sixth Generation Barbarian Ancestor, the Seventh Generation Barbarian Ancestor, Fan Mokong earnestly requests the manifestation of his ancestors to unseal the Primordial Inversion Dust Formation!"
The Barbarian Ancestor clasped his fists and bowed to the six ancient barbaric monuments, then took out over ten thousand Reverse Infants as offerings for the six ancient barbaric monuments.
In an instant, the six ancient barbaric monuments began to rotate in place, making a creaking sound.
"With a single rotation of the ancient monuments, the Dust Formation opens, imprisoning the spirits of the Manhuang!"
As soon as the Barbarian Ancestor’s words fell, the sky over the entire Barbaric Wilderness shattered like a mirror. From the cracks, filthy black-red calamity clouds surged continuously, and thunder roared incessantly.
It seemed as though a will devouring everything enveloped the entire Barbaric Wilderness. The earth constantly split open, radiant lights flickering within the cracks, intertwining into a peerless array diagram.
The array diagram was so enormous that it almost covered the entire Barbaric Wilderness, dividing it into forty-two array domains, shaking heaven and earth.
As the formation light spread across the Barbaric Wilderness, it instantly shattered, transforming thoroughly into forty-two Barbaric Domains.
Countless creatures screamed and wailed, collapsing on the ground. Be they Aberrations or Barbarian Beasts, those with cultivation at the first step had no power to withstand the formation light’s might; when enveloped by the formation light, their bodies instantly dissolved into blood water, which gradually seeped into the formation light, becoming energy to activate the great formation.
In this era, even though Aberrations were not entirely without cultivation, there were still many, like the Fan Family cultivators, who possessed cultivation.
Those Aberrations and Barbarian Beasts who reached the second step in cultivation were utterly terrified, soaring into the sky, uncertain of what was happening.
The Barbarian Butterflies beside Ning Fan had virtually no cultivation; the moment the formation light opened, their butterfly bodies exploded into bloody mist, which also merged into the formation light.
With Ning Fan’s Divine Skills, he naturally wasn’t exploded by the formation light, but his eyes shook violently.
With his eyesight and understanding of the Momentum Character Secret, he could clearly see that this enormous array covering the entire Barbaric Wilderness possessed terrifying might.
The six ancient barbaric monuments were the key to energizing this great formation, while the offerings of over ten thousand Reverse Infants were also a crucial component for activating the great formation.
The amount of blood water merging into the formation light increased, and gradually, countless blood-colored fissures tore in the sky, beginning to rain blood.
Mountains began to collapse, rivers broke their banks, and the blood-colored flood started to inundate the whole Barbaric Wilderness.
The entire Barbaric Wilderness seemed to transform into a world of blood seas, as if doomsday had arrived!
No one knew how many creatures perished under the great formation’s slaughter!
Even knowing this place was a Mirage, a reenactment of ancient times, Ning Fan’s heart was still shaken violently.
Even though he was no stranger to slaughter, he had never witnessed such a frenzied blood sacrifice... This massacre was extremely grave!
"With a second rotation of the ancient monuments, the Dust Formation reverses, blood devours Immortal Cultivators!"
The Barbarian Ancestor once again offered over ten thousand Reverse Infants to the six barbaric statues, rotating them once again with a creaking sound.
The blood sea engulfing the Barbaric Wilderness unleashed boundless suction force, drawing in any barbaric cultivators and beasts with cultivation below the Crossing Truth Realm into the blood sea amidst their anguished screams.
When the suction force reached Ning Fan, he merely swayed slightly and didn’t fall from the sky into the blood sea.
Although he wasn’t in the Crossing Truth Realm, his strength far surpassed ordinary Crossing Truth cultivators, naturally rendering it impossible for the suction force to capture him.
"Hmm? This Barbarian Butterfly clearly hasn’t reached the Crossing Truth Realm, yet it can withstand the blood-devouring power of the second rotation of the ancient monuments..."
Behind Ning Fan, a crack suddenly tore open in the sky, from which a group of cultivators dressed in black monk robes emerged.
Ning Fan was startled in his heart. Suddenly, a sense of dire crisis emerged behind him. As soon as he turned around, he was struck by a massive Calamity Thought handprint that covered the sky. With a single slap, a tremendous force descended upon him, immediately causing his entire body to lose balance and plunge downward into the bloody mist below!
The strength of that handprint clearly reached the power of an Eternal Strike!
That handprint didn’t intend to kill Ning Fan but merely slapped him into the bloody mist below!
At the moment he fell into the bloody mist, Ning Fan distinctly saw that it was a group of Three-eyed Black Monks who had slapped him down. Each of these Black Monks had a vast aura of Blood Lightning within them, possessing power on par with Ancient Cultivators!
All of these Black Monks were Celestial Catastrophe Spirits!
"Hiss! Unexpectedly, Celestial Catastrophe Spirits have arrived!" Countless Fan Family Cultivators exclaimed in shock.
"Celestial Catastrophe Monks...what do you seek by coming to my Barbaric Wilderness?" the Barbarian Ancestor asked in a deep voice.
The words of the Barbarian Ancestor only exchanged for the cold laughter of those Three-eyed Black Monks.
"What do we seek...hehe, we are here to prevent you from becoming a Celestial Catastrophe Spirit. If the ancient monument undergoes the Yin Yang Transformation, then the Reverse Infant is born... Just a mere slave tribe of the Barbaric Wilderness dare to dream of becoming a Celestial Catastrophe Spirit—what a fool’s dream... This Primordial Inversion Dust Formation was a gift from the Calamity Master to the First-Generation Barbarian Ancestor. Before you, there were a total of six generations of Barbarian Ancestors who attempted to cultivate the body of a Catastrophe Spirit using this formation, but without exception, they all failed and perished in the formation, becoming Barbarian statues. You are the seventh, and also the last one."
"The Barbaric Wilderness is merely a place the Calamity Master uses to rear Reverse Infants. All the Reverse Infants bred by your slave tribe belong to the Calamity Master and are not for your use!"
"The quality of the Reverse Infants produced by the Barbaric Wilderness is too low. The Calamity Master no longer needs the Barbaric Wilderness, nor the Fan Family!"
"Seventh Generation Barbarian Ancestor, Fan Mokong, you, can die now!"
...
What ultimately transpired above the bloody mist, Ning Fan did not know.
In the moment he sank into the bloody mist, the words he heard were those of the Three-eyed Black Monks planning to execute the Barbarian Ancestor.
If this place were not a Mirage, being devoured by this bloody mist would surely result in certain death for Ning Fan.
Fortunately, this place is only a Mirage. Even though he sank into the bloody mist, Ning Fan merely experienced intense heart spirit pain, with his butterfly form remaining intact.
However, attempting to struggle and fly out from the bloody mist was not an easy task. Once sunk into the bloody mist, Ning Fan unexpectedly lost control over his body.
That feeling was akin to when Calamity Thought first entered his body, rendering him unable to control his body.
This bloody mist was formed from the blood of countless primordial and wild creatures, containing the negative emotions left behind by countless beings before their death.
Outside the bloody mist, a war of earth-shattering proportions seemed to rage on, perhaps a battle between the Barbarian Ancestor and those Black Monks.
A day passed, and the fluctuations of the duel gradually subsided, leaving it unclear who emerged victorious between the Black Monk Order and the Barbarian Ancestor.
Two days passed, and countless wails began to emanate from the sky above the Barbaric Wilderness.
Three days passed, and the Barbaric Wilderness once again fell into a dead silence...
One month, two months, three months...
One year, two years, three years...
A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years...
Trapped in the bloody mist, Ning Fan was unable to move, unable to escape, suffering the torments brought by the bloody mist each day.
While trapped in the bloody mist, the only thing Ning Fan could do was to use the Momentum Character Secret to study the grand formation beneath the bloody mist—the Primordial Inversion Dust Formation—to enhance his Dao of formations cultivation.
It wasn’t until after a million years that the bloody mist was completely evaporated, allowing Ning Fan to finally escape from the bloody mist formation.
The million years of tempering made Ning Fan’s will become more unyielding.
During these million years, Ning Fan had accomplished only one task: he studied the Primordial Inversion Dust Formation given to the Barbaric Wilderness by the Master of Calamity Thought.
The formation diagram was too profound. Even after studying it for a million years, even after Ning Fan understood the Momentum Character Secret, he only grasped a mere fraction of its essence.
If it were anyone else, they would likely not even understand as much as a mere fraction...
A million years had passed, Ning Fan broke free from the constraints of the bloody mist, and upon returning to the Barbaric Wilderness, discovered that the previous six Ancient Barbarian statues had all shattered.
At the site of the fragments of those Ancient Barbarian statues, a new twin-headed Barbarian statue had emerged, also fraught with countless cracks. This new Ancient Barbarian statue closely resembled the Seven Generations Barbarian Ancestor.
A million years passed, and the Barbaric Wilderness Forty-Two Domains had already taken shape. The Black Monk Order from before had all disappeared without a trace.
Now in the Barbaric Wilderness, there was no more Fan Family, no more Barbarian cultivators present; there were only a pitifully few Barbarians remaining, each devoid of cultivation.
There were only the Barbarian Beasts formed from the bestial transformation of Barbarians. The likes of the Barbarian Oxen and Barbarian Fish, among other Barbarian race creatures, could no longer be found, having gone extinct...
"The day I was slapped into the bloody mist a million years ago, what exactly happened in the Barbaric Wilderness..."
"Because of that day’s events, did the Barbaric Wilderness divide into the Forty-Two Domains? Was that how the Barbarian Ancestor and the Fan Family disappeared from the Barbaric Wilderness..."
"A Barbaric Wilderness like this, in another million years, might just become a battleground for the realms of gods and demons..."
"I created the Bridge of Conviction, leveraging the mystical power of the True Illusion River Waters, entering the ancient barbaric wilds mirage three times... If not for this, I would have no way of knowing these ancient secrets..."
Ning Fan lifted his gaze skyward, where a faint layer of amethyst and gold clouds hovered, containing the will of the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign.
The exit from this Mirage realm lay within those amethyst-gilded clouds!
Ning Fan unfurled his butterfly wings, flying towards the amethyst-golden clouds. But the moment he drew near, the clouds vanished, reappearing several Barbarian Domains away.
Chasing after the faint aura of the clouds, Ning Fan leaped over several Barbarian Domains, once more locating the amethyst-golden clouds.
Yet before he could approach, the clouds vanished again, leaving no trace...
Ning Fan’s gaze slightly narrowed. Unlocking the power of Rain Yin Yang, he pushed the Heaven Prying Rain Technique to its utmost, locking his spirit sense on the clouds.
His Barbarian Butterfly form surged with a myriad of golden lights, surprisingly exhibiting the Vertical Earth Golden Light Technique, rushing straight towards the clouds.
His escape light wasn’t slow, but the Immortal Clouds moved even faster.
No matter how Ning Fan chased, he could never get close to the Immortal Clouds; even using the Heaven Sealing Art couldn’t fix them in place.
Unable to get close to the Immortal Clouds, he couldn’t use the exit within them to escape the Mirage.
"Within those Immortal Clouds lies the will of the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign, intent on trapping me entirely within my heart spirit, not allowing me to leave..."
"That will doesn’t permit me to create the Bridge of Conviction nor allow me to cross the Crossing Truth Realm..."
"That will isn’t aimed solely at me. It’s targeted at millions of Dao Upholders!"
"The exit is clearly within the Immortal Clouds, but they deliberately evade me. The faster I chase, the faster they flee. If I keep pursuing, I’m afraid I’ll never catch up with the Immortal Clouds!"
Ning Fan’s gaze flickered, gaining a shred of understanding.
The path of cultivation, only by bitterly cultivating, is difficult to reach the great Dao. Solely chasing the Dao will always leave one falling behind...
Just chasing isn’t enough!
"If there’s no other exit besides the Immortal Clouds, then I’ll create my own exit, and so what!"
"Will, will... The key to escaping the Mirage lies in will! I must use my will to tear open an exit from this Mirage!"
"I want to leave this illusion, I wish to create the Bridge of Conviction, I want to cross the Crossing Truth Realm!"
Ning Fan ceased chasing the Immortal Clouds; his butterfly wings continually flapped, whipping up fierce winds, perpetually tearing the sky.
Within the fierce winds lies Ning Fan’s unyielding will to escape the Mirage!
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... Ning Fan repetitively carried out actions of tearing the skies, infusing his obsession and will into the sky, gradually tearing open a fissure from above!
The sky also has its protective will, but that will has been gradually torn apart by Ning Fan!
"So it is!"
Ning Fan seemed to realize something, spreading his butterfly wings, he flew out of the Mirage, his heart spirit returning.
Before the True Illusion River, he reopened his eyes, gazing at the countercurrent of the river with a decisive look.
His actions had again disturbed the will of the river within the True Illusion River. He moved swiftly, stripping away all remaining illusionary formations within the stone bridge, transforming it entirely into the True Bridge.
Yet, he still hadn’t stepped onto the Bridge of Conviction, nor had he begun to cross the Crossing Truth Realm!
Having undergone the trials of three illusions, Ning Fan’s understanding of will deepened continuously, gradually recognizing certain nuances on the True Illusion River.
The Bridge of Conviction he created was not much different from the ordinary True Bridge, but internally, there lay substantial differences.
Among the hundred thousand eighty True Bridges on the True Illusion River, they all bore the will of an Immortal Emperor, yet Ning Fan’s Bridge of Conviction lacked that will...
"I haven’t yet infused my will into the bridge; this bridge still doesn’t qualify as a true True Bridge!"
"In the first illusion, I transformed into a Barbarian Ox, bearing mountains on my back; in the second, I turned into a Barbarian Fish, swallowing seas and reversing fate; in the third, I became a Barbarian Butterfly, tearing through Barbarian Wilds... None of the three illusions were without the purpose of enlightening what will truly means..."
"The will left by the Immortal Sovereign within the True Illusion River seems to aim at preventing successors from building bridges, but in truth, it’s to make them realize the importance of will..."
"The Ancestor Dragon Zhuli once tried to create a bridge; aside from me, over forty thousand people from ancient to modern times attempted, but none succeeded."
"I refuse to believe those failures couldn’t break through the illusions or disrupt the will of the True Illusion River... I’d rather believe they couldn’t infuse their own will into the True Bridge! That might just be the reason behind their failure to create bridges!"
Ning Fan stepped onto the Bridge of Conviction, his hand pressing on the bluestone pier at the bridge’s end, his gaze suddenly fierce like a demon.
"By the command of Ning Fan, this bridge from today onward, is the True Bridge!"
Without any superfluous movements, a will as firm as mountains, as deep as seas, and as vast as heavens immediately blessed the True Bridge.
That was Ning Fan’s unyielding will to create the Bridge of Conviction. With this will, the Bridge of Conviction truly qualifies as a True Bridge!
"This son indeed created the True Bridge!" The River Demon beneath the True Illusion River was speechlessly startled.
Just as Ning Fan predicted, through the ages, those who failed to accomplish bridge creation mostly stumbled at the barrier of will.
Crossing the Crossing Truth Realm is not about seeking the Dao Fruit, but about honing one’s will.
Should one’s will choose to surpass the heavens, the heaven shall be deemed true, if deemed false, it shall become false; reality and illusion lie only within a thought!
Pursuing the Dao Fruit holds no significance; relentless pursuit can never procure the genuine answer, akin to the futile act of chasing Immortal Clouds...
Regrettably, future cultivators rarely practice their will, most blindly chasing the seemingly unattainable Dao Fruit.
"I wish to cross the Crossing Truth Realm!"
Ning Fan stepped onto the True Bridge; this step made him distinctly feel the will of the entire True Illusion River pressure him, making it difficult to advance!
Ning Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes widened in determination, veins bulging on his forehead, under the immense pressure of that will, even causing his blood to struggle to flow.
While his body had no power to resist that strong will, his mind would never yield to it!
"I must cross the Crossing Truth Realm!"
Crossing the Crossing Truth Realm has become Ning Fan’s obsession!
The stronger the obsession, the stronger the will; Ning Fan’s complexion gradually paled, sweat soaking him, yet he struggled to take the second, third, and fourth step...
With each step forward, his momentum strengthened, his cultivation improved!
With each step forward, his will grew more powerful!
As the final step, upon setting foot on the northern bank of the Zhenhuan River, a world-shaking aura wildly erupted from Ning Fan, stirring the waters of the Zhenhuan River into a tempestuous rage!
At this moment, Ning Fan successfully crossed the True Bridge, breaking through to the Initial Stage of Crossing Truth!
In this instant, Ning Fan was no longer a Fate Immortal, but a True Immortal!
Though it was merely a breakthrough from the peak of the Ghost Profound to the Initial Stage of Crossing Truth, it was a qualitative difference. Ning Fan could feel that after successfully crossing, his mana was now five times greater than before!
Ning Fan’s mana before could already rival a cultivator at the peak of the Initial Stage of Crossing Truth. Now that he had successfully crossed, his mana was unmatched even among those in the Mid Stage.
"So this is the power of the Initial Stage of Crossing Truth..."
Ning Fan’s eyes flashed with steely resolve as he clenched his fists, looking back at the True Bridge with a satisfied smile.
Stepping onto the northern bank, Ning Fan continued to look northward. There lay another Zhenhuan River, the second under the Inner Heavenly Dao.
Crossing this river would propel him to the Mid Stage of Crossing Truth!
Ning Fan’s gaze penetrated the second Zhenhuan River, effortlessly finding the True Bridge of Execution Path on its surface.
After the first True Bridge was constructed, all subsequent true rivers had them.
"With the True Bridge established, future breakthroughs across other realms of Crossing Truth won’t require so much effort. As long as my mana is sufficient, I’ll be able to cross the river."
"I have numerous Dao Fruits on hand. If I refine them all, my mana might be enough to break through the bottleneck of the Mid Stage of Crossing Truth... But refining these Dao Fruits will take at least ten years..."
"It seems I must first leave the Inner Heavenly Dao, consume the Dao Fruits, enter secluded cultivation, then return to challenge the Mid Stage bottleneck..."
Ning Fan shook his head slightly, flicking a finger to create a pitch-black crack in the air—the path out of the Inner Heavenly Dao.
Just as he was about to leave, an Elder River Demon with purple scales flew out from the first Zhenhuan River, smiling and blocking Ning Fan’s path.
"Young friend, there’s no need to rush. This old one finds you pleasing and wishes to gift you something. Do you dare accept?"
"Who might you be?" Ning Fan, in no rush, inquired.
The Elder River Demon was slightly taken aback, then smiled meaningfully,
"This old one is a River Demon of the Zhenhuan River, designated by the Purple Dou Immortal Emperor to guard the four Zhenhuan Rivers of the Dreamland Realm."
"River Demon of the Zhenhuan River? Dreamland Realm?" Ning Fan’s eyes flickered but he asked no further.
"Aren’t you curious about the gift this old one wishes to give you?" the River Demon asked with a smile.
"I am more curious about what you mean by the Dreamland Realm," Ning Fan replied expressionlessly.
He always maintained a degree of caution towards strangers’ kindness, as was his custom.
With his perception, he naturally saw that the Elder River Demon was a powerhouse comparable to the Mid Stage of the Shedding Void Stage.
Now that Ning Fan had successfully crossed Truth, having cultivated the second Yin Yang... War Yin and Yang, and perfected the War God Art into its Fourth Transformation post his Crossing Truth breakthrough.
Even if he were to face the Elder River Demon head-on, he might not lose, feeling no fear of his scheming.
"What the Dreamland Realm is, this old one cannot tell you. You must discover it yourself... Since you can cause the Zhenhuan River to reverse its flow multiple times, one day you will understand the meaning of those words."
The Elder River Demon noticed the caution in Ning Fan’s eyes but was indifferent, beckoning with a palm to draw a purple-gold Treasure Bead from the Zhenhuan River.
This Treasure Bead was a crystal formed from the condensed willpower of the river waters by the Elder River Demon.
He had guarded the Zhenhuan River for countless years, having condensed only this single Treasure Bead over time.
"It seems you have quite a few Dao Fruits. If this old one was to use the willpower in this Bead to aid in refining your Dao Fruits, your speed would increase by a thousandfold at least..."
"If you trust this old one, you can accept this kindness and use this Bead’s willpower to accelerate your Dao Fruit refining process, crossing the second river in one stroke, hence breaking through to the Mid Stage of Crossing Truth. Naturally, if you don’t trust this old one, you can leave, and I will not hinder..."
The Elder River Demon looked at Ning Fan with a smile, patiently awaiting his response.
Ning Fan gazed at the Willpower Pearl, his expression growing ever more serious.
With the River Demon’s cultivation, condensing intangible willpower into a solid crystal must have taken billions of years of effort.
The immense willpower contained within this Treasure Bead was not only enough to accelerate the refining of all Ning Fan’s Dao Fruits but might also slightly refine some Dark Star Fruits...
The Dao Fruits themselves were manageable, but the Dark Star Fruits were notoriously difficult to refine.
Ning Fan’s absorption of the Dark Star Fruit’s power was too slow. If he could use the Willpower Pearl to aid in this, perhaps he could take this opportunity to refine one or two Dark Star Fruits...
Opportunities to use the Willpower Pearl for accelerated refining were indeed rare...
"Senior truly wishes to use the power of this Bead to aid my Dao Fruit refining?"
"Haha, this old one is naturally willing to gift you the Bead. It all depends on whether you dare accept this goodwill. While refining with this Willpower Pearl is indeed swift, the burden of willpower pressure is equally immense... Are you willing to use this Pearl?"
"Why wouldn’t I dare!"
Ning Fan immediately sat cross-legged in front of the River Demon, retrieving several Fate Immortal Dao Fruits from his storage pouch.
Once the River Demon activated the Bead’s willpower, he would commence refining the Dao Fruits.
Ning Fan was unafraid of any harm from the River Demon. Given his many techniques, he had no fear of being harmed by the River Demon.
Moreover, he had not sensed any hostility from the River Demon from beginning to end.
Since the River Demon had taken the initiative to befriend him, he would seize this opportunity as well.
"Are you ready?" The River Demon gradually adopted a serious expression, gazing thoughtfully at Ning Fan. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) and support it with recommendation and monthly votes; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com)
