CHAPTER 398: CHAPTER 395: DO YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING BEASTLY? NO, I DARE NOT.

The scene shifts.

The Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor, seated atop the sun, opened his eyes. Two beams of fire pierced through the galaxy, marking the beginning of the path to Immortal Venerable. With a single step, his momentum surged, transforming into the Fierce Phoenix True Body, and with unparalleled power, proved his Dao as an Immortal Venerable.

But a nameless black hand obscured the starry sky and slammed down harshly.

It shattered the Divine Soul of the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor, blood scattering across the galaxy.

"Holy f***!"

"The one who inherits my legacy shall undoubtedly prove their Dao as Immortal Venerable once again."

A roar of unwillingness echoed across the galaxy.

The scene trembled.

Lin Fan abruptly awakened from his comprehension. It turned out that the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor had died this way, his attempt to prove Immortal Venerable Dao Fruit defeated by the nameless black hand.

What a tragic figure.

Died far too unjustly.

From this, Lin Fan drew a conclusion: the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor was clearly a peerless talent, yet he had met such a miserable end. Proving Immortal Venerable Dao Fruit was undoubtedly perilous!

"Huh?"

He noticed that War King and the others were all comprehending the Emperor Scripture inscribed on the stone wall. He wondered if they had grasped anything. These folks were curious, seeing others comprehend it, they instinctively knew there was something of value inside and began their own attempts.

Shortly after.

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei opened their eyes. Judging from their expressions, it was clear they had gained insights.

"Did you comprehend it?" Lin Fan asked.

Though it sounded like small talk, typical conversations often start with a question like this.

Qin Yang replied smugly, "Of course. The Emperor Scripture truly lives up to its reputation. It’s a phenomenon that was comprehended by an Immortal Emperor after observing the galaxy for a millennium. How could it possibly be simple?"

Lin Fan and Xiang Fei were a bit dumbfounded by Qin Yang’s statement.

"Wasn’t it the sun?"

"Wasn’t it the Netherworld?"

The three exchanged glances, each filled with questions.

Lin Fan was shocked inwardly. Could this mean that the Emperor Scripture one comprehends varies according to their individual circumstances? Just how terrifying was the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor, being able to create so many Emperor Scriptures singlehandedly?

Such a feat was truly astounding.

Xiang Fei said, "It seems the Emperor Scripture differs based on each person’s situation."

"Wow, my goddess is standing right next to me," Qin Yang suddenly exclaimed, perhaps more excited about seeing his goddess than obtaining the Emperor Scripture.

Lin Fan smirked, saying, "Look at you, so utterly lacking self-control. She’s beside you, so what? If you have the guts, go over and touch her. Fulfill your dream—wouldn’t that be delightful?"

"Brother Lin, one mustn’t behave so shamelessly! I, Qin Yang, am at least the direct descendant of an Immortal Venerable Family. How could I possibly do something so barbaric? If word gets out, wouldn’t I become a laughingstock?" Qin Yang retorted with mock seriousness, though clearly tempted.

His demeanor reflected a desire without the courage to act—as if saying, "I want to, but I’m scared. I won’t dare."

"Touching makes you a beast, not touching makes you worse than a beast. Forget it; they’re busy comprehending the stone wall—it has nothing to do with us. Let’s move on. Even if we don’t get the Immortal Treasure, we’ve at least gained something, which is freely earned," Lin Fan said.

He had already come to terms.

Even if there were no rewards at the end, it wouldn’t impact him.

The three left the stone wall and continued onward.

As they advanced, Xiang Fei and Qin Yang’s expressions grew uneasy, sweat dripping from their foreheads, as if struggling.

"Brother Lin, don’t you feel the pressure? It’s as if a giant mountain is pressing down on us."

Qin Yang gasped, seeing that Lin Fan seemed completely unaffected, as if witnessing a ghost. The oppressive force was truly intimidating.

Lin Fan replied, "I feel it, but it’s manageable—not too painful. I believe you can handle it. This level of oppression won’t crush you."

Witnessing this!

Qin Yang felt like venting his frustrations. What nice words, but look at Xiang Fei—he’s slightly better off than Qin Yang. At least someone was sharing his struggle.

He wasn’t fighting alone.

As for why Lin Fan remained unfazed, Qin Yang had stopped questioning. He was simply a freak.

Fortunately, Xiang Fei shared the same struggle.

This balanced his mentality somewhat.

"What a grand setup—this is substantial. This oppressive force can refine our mana," Xiang Fei noted.

Qin Yang exclaimed, "Seems like it’s true! I hadn’t realized we stumbled upon another fortuitous encounter. Ah, it seems only by visiting the treasure vaults of mighty figures can one rapidly improve their strength, just like comprehending the Emperor Scripture earlier. Our luck has been great."

Lin Fan quietly muttered, "Could it be that the three of us formed a squad blessed by extraordinary luck, with benefits coming in droves?"

Maybe it really was that way.

Despite Qin Yang’s unserious demeanor, he remained earnest in cultivation. Even though the oppressive force weighed heavily on him, he persisted, refining the mana within his body.

"Perhaps this expedition will elevate me to the Golden Immortal Realm."

Such was his inner thought.

Highly plausible.

Not far away.

Wang Jun wore an expression as bitter as a gourd in front of War King and Dream Fairy. He hadn’t grasped the Emperor Scripture from the stone wall.

Meanwhile, Dream Fairy and Brother Zhan remained expressionless, keeping silent about their own comprehension, but Wang Jun suspected they had succeeded—they simply kept it to themselves.

War King seemed in excellent spirits—the earlier suppression by Lin Fan had long been cast aside. Obtaining the Emperor Scripture was his greatest harvest.

"Hurry up! We must get there before they do."

The stone wall remained behind—it couldn’t be taken with them. It could only be comprehended there. The lure of the Emperor Scripture wasn’t something easily abandoned.

Even if it meant missing out on other treasures, such sacrifices were worth it.

...

"Is this the Immortal Emperor’s final treasure vault?"

Qin Yang gazed at the scene before him. Around them, there was nothing visually impressive, but atop a circular stone platform rested a coffin, the contents of which remained unknown.

Lin Fan refrained from acting recklessly.

In his mind, countless possibilities played out.

For instance, approaching the coffin could lead to a terrifying remnant soul rushing forth, attempting to seize his body and reincarnate. Facing an Immortal Emperor’s Divine Soul, they might not be strong enough to resist.

"What now?" Qin Yang asked.

Xiang Fei scanned the surroundings, examined the terrain, and said gravely, "I sense something odd about the terrain—likely tied to some mechanism. Stepping into it rashly could be dangerous."

"On top of that, we’ve already confirmed this is the Immortal Emperor’s treasure vault. With an Immortal Emperor’s methods, even casual arrangements would render us helpless."

"How about it, Brother Qin? Could you perhaps try it first? If danger arises, we’d surely be able to rescue you."

He was, of course, teasing Qin Yang.

"What? What are you saying? I can’t hear you—my ears have suddenly gone deaf. What are you even talking about?"

"Oh? You’re saying you want to check things out for us? That’s so considerate of you! Don’t worry; Brother Lin and I will rescue you if anything goes wrong."

"Brother Lin, Xiang Fei said he’d open the coffin to investigate—let’s let him do it."

Qin Yang’s acting skills were top-notch—feigning deafness, yet interpreting Xiang Fei’s intentions perfectly, voicing them on his behalf.

Xiang Fei rolled his eyes. "You’re the sneakiest."

Fortunately, he ranked low in the Immortal Venerable Family. Otherwise, if the Qin Family were under his control, who knows what chaos would ensue? Just imagining it felt terrifying.

A family with tens of thousands of years of history could potentially vanish into thin air.

At this moment.

War King and the others appeared, having endured the oppressive force of the steps—clearly benefiting in the process.

They were surprised, wondering why no one had moved forward yet. Upon spotting the coffin, they instantly understood—it wasn’t hesitation but uncertainty, rendering them unwilling to act.

"Dream Fairy, have you comprehended the Emperor Scripture? With your talent, you certainly must have. Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Though I, Qin Yang, also comprehended it, so congratulations to us both!"

Seeing his goddess arrive, Qin Yang was thrilled, offering what sounded like compliments but primarily served to boost his own image.

After all, everyone likes to show off before their goddess.

Family honor might not grant him much advantage, but he could still showcase his brilliance. Only someone truly exceptional could hope to capture the goddess others merely dreamed of.

Dream Fairy smiled softly, saying, "Congratulations."

Receiving congratulations from his goddess, Qin Yang’s heart soared.

"Hey! Wang Jun, your face looks awful—it’s obvious you didn’t grasp the Emperor Scripture. Haven’t I told you enough times? You truly don’t make the cut. In terms of talent, there’s a huge gap between you and genuine prodigies like us."

"Every time you try to join our circle of geniuses, I have to be blunt: you’re just an outsider and will never belong."

Qin Yang’s sharp tongue was relentless—such words could provoke anyone to fury.

For some, arrogance is a trait that demands punishment.

"Qin Yang, you’re crossing the line!" Wang Jun glared at Qin Yang, his hatred unmistakable. If they met in the wilderness, a life-and-death battle seemed inevitable.

Lin Fan urged Qin Yang to settle down. Now wasn’t the time for squabbling—they needed to focus on solving the issue at hand.

"Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor, a peerless talent who created the Immortal Emperor Treasure Vault, left behind only a coffin. Perhaps his true legacy resides within, but whether any of this holds true can only be confirmed by opening the coffin," Dream Fairy said.

Lin Fan chuckled. "Dream Fairy makes an excellent point. But the critical question now is: who will open the coffin?"

No one spoke.

Dream Fairy’s smile remained faint as she looked at Lin Fan.

Naturally, she wouldn’t be the one to open the coffin.

War King wasn’t about to volunteer either.

Wang Jun wasn’t foolish—opening the coffin without knowing the risks was reckless. He doubted anyone would step in to save him if danger struck, so he assumed the role of an observer.

Suddenly.

The atmosphere grew somber.

Everyone stared at one another, exchanging glances of apprehension.

"In that case, perhaps we should all leave. Just obtaining the Emperor Scripture is already a great success. Wanting more might be too greedy," Lin Fan proposed.

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei nodded in agreement. True—the Immortal Emperor’s treasure vault was immensely tempting, but one had to consider whether their circumstances allowed such ambitions.

Chasing treasures only to lose one’s life would make the effort meaningless.

But just then.

A startling aura erupted from within the coffin.

Everyone gasped.

A moment later, above the coffin, a figure appeared—upon closer inspection, none other than the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor.