CHAPTER 440: CHAPTER 0437: WE’RE DAMN FORCED TO WATCH THE PLAY

Are you insane?

Who you want to destroy has nothing to do with us, so why drag us into this?

If you annihilate others, we become accomplices.

If we get killed, we’re still accomplices.

In the end, there’s no benefit at all.

In an instant.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

They had already arrived at another place, and ahead was a Sacred Land.

A towering mountain stood there, reaching the heavens with the grandeur of holding the sun in its palms.

Immortal energy coiled around it, and the Immortal Dao Laws intertwined, circulating around the towering mountain.

"The Sacred Emperor’s Land."

Qin Yang saw the scene and immediately recognized the place.

His heart was shaken—was this the Sacred Land the remnants of the Immortal Venerable sought to destroy?

At this moment.

He sensed that the old man’s emotions were unstable, a fierce expression flickering on his face, twisted and hideous beneath his matted hair.

"Ah!"

A long howl thundered through heaven and earth. The world quaked and fractured. Outside the Sacred Emperor’s Land, there was an Array, yet under this single howl, it collapsed utterly, incapable of even the slightest resistance.

"How laughable, truly laughable."

"This Mountain Protection Array was created by me, and you dare to use it as a defense?"

The old man now resembled a Demon God returning from Hell, his overwhelming killing intent boiling up. Lin Fan and others standing close by felt their bodies turn icy, as if plunged into a frozen abyss.

"Even the remnants of an Immortal Venerable are this terrifying—how strong would a fully intact Immortal Venerable be?"

Lin Fan was deep in thought; he had never encountered a living Immortal Venerable.

But for some reason.

He felt the disparity between an Immortal Emperor and an Immortal Venerable was too vast; the gap between them seemed to be an unbridgeable chasm.

The old man’s arrival.

Shook the countless strong practitioners within the Sacred Emperor’s Land, even awakening ancient experts in seclusion, who broke their long retreats upon sensing his presence.

"Who dares to create havoc in the Sacred Emperor’s Land?"

At that moment, several powerful figures led their disciples, appearing out of nowhere, chastising with fury.

"Good, good, excellent. I crawled out of the Abyss just to wash this land in blood."

The old man roared, his aura swelling as the might of an Immortal Venerable spread across the region. Even without making a move, his mere glare was enough to obliterate countless strong practitioners.

"Ah!"

A tormented scream pierced the air.

A distant expert let out a wail as an unknown force crushed his body instantly, causing it to explode. Flesh and blood spattered in the heavens and the earth.

The old man raised a hand and hurled a punch. The power behind this punch was terrifyingly immense, tearing through the Heavenly Vault. The fist’s intent shattered barriers of the Immortal Realm, enveloping the skies in murderous intent.

Boom!

Boom!

The grand masters and disciples who had rushed over were unable to withstand him; within moments, they exploded into showers of blood, dyeing the heavens red, plunging the ancient Sacred Emperor’s Land into catastrophe once more.

"Wretched disciple, come out! Come out before me!"

"I raised you and taught you, but now I’m here to reclaim everything!"

The Immortal Venerable’s voice shook heaven and earth. The towering Holy Mountain trembled and swayed as countless shards fell, collapsing as if crumbling under the weight of his soundwaves.

The old man spread his five fingers, grasping at the Sacred Emperor’s Land. Cracks formed, causing the ground to split—numerous structures were obliterated and reduced to ashes, sending plumes of dust into the air.

He was destroying the Sacred Emperor’s Land.

Xiang Fei watched in terror as the ancient Sacred Emperor’s Land, untouched by calamity for tens of thousands of years, now wavered on the brink of collapse, ready to be annihilated at any moment.

Lin Fan had already grasped the truth.

This was yet another drama of familial ethics.

The lover’s quarrel between a master and his disciple.

Watching the powerful practitioners perish instantaneously without the chance to respond pained Lin Fan to his core—why such relentless slaughter? Couldn’t they leave someone alive for me?

"Surprised, aren’t you? You didn’t expect me to crawl out of the Abyss, did you?"

The old man grew increasingly deranged, his methods brutally savage. With a wave of his massive hand, the earth shifted and changed, drawing heavenly laws, as the Rootless Fire descended upon the Sacred Emperor’s Land, blazing into towering flames.

Screams followed.

Piercing cries of despair echoed.

The terrifying flames could burn even Holy Weapons—common Immortals were defenseless, like fish on a cutting board, awaiting slaughter.

And just then.

Divine rain fell from the heavens.

The raindrops were imbued with Immortal Emperor’s Laws, extinguishing the blazing inferno that had consumed the land.

The emperor of the Sacred Emperor’s Land slowly emerged.

"Immortal Venerable remnants, unseen for tens of thousands of years, now appear—what is your intent in coming to this place?"

"Do you think the Sacred Emperor’s Land has no one to defend it?"

The Emperor stood tall, clad in an imperial yellow robe infused with the laws of the heavens. His eyes, burning like the sun, emitted scorching light. He gazed upon the ravaged Sacred Emperor’s Land without expression, seeing through life and death long ago.

Creativity arises when something is broken, and destruction leads to rebirth.

This is the Great Dao of the universe.

The Sacred Emperor’s Land’s calamity only foretold future strength and immovability.

"Kill! Kill..."

The old man roared—chaotic energy filled the skies, transforming into a storm that blanketed the world.

The Emperor faced him without fear, silently mouthing words as his robes billowed.

"Sacred Emperor’s Nine Techniques."

The true form of an emperor manifested in the skies, radiating blinding light that outshone the sun itself—this was the power of a ruler and his edict over heaven and earth. A battle of titans commenced.

The clash between an Immortal Emperor and the remnants of an Immortal Venerable.

But for Lin Fan, whichever side won, it seemed like an ominous outcome.

Damn it.

We’re doomed.

The old man stood arrogantly in the void, sneering, "Sacred Emperor’s Nine Techniques, something *I* created. How dare you embarrass yourself before me. Die!"

"What?" The Emperor’s calm demeanor instantly shattered, replaced by shock.

A massive hand tore through the heavenly vault, vast as a grinding wheel capable of crushing everything.

Crack!

Boom!

The Emperor’s true form shattered; he glared fiercely, his internal aura chaotic. In a flash, blood spurted violently from his mouth. He had been bested in just one exchange.

This was merely the remnants of an Immortal Venerable.

And yet, he was a bona fide Immortal Emperor—how could he falter so easily against fragments of a memory?

Lin Fan realized that unless a miracle occurred, this Emperor was destined for destruction, to die at the hands of the Immortal Venerable remnants.

And sure enough.

Surprises always occur last.

Swoosh!

A beam of light shot out from the Holy Mountain, moving at tremendous speed to shield the Emperor.

However, it greatly underestimated the old man’s murderous intent.

The force pierced through, fiercely striking the Emperor, utterly obliterating his internal essence.

"No..."

The Emperor fell, his body disintegrating, breaking apart entirely.

As he descended, shattered and defeated, he glimpsed a coffin floating in the air—a figure slowly emerging from within.

"Sacred Emperor..."

He recognized it.

The ancestor of the Sacred Emperor’s Land—he wasn’t truly dead. Had he succeeded?

But he would not see what happened next.

A generation’s Emperor perished here.

Died so inexplicably.

Yet with tragic dignity.

The heavens mourned, raining blood as a farewell to the Eternal Emperor.

"What a waste."

Lin Fan sighed. Such quality livestock left for me would have been great. Then again, this kind of livestock would slay its shepherd if poorly raised—living on the edge of death.

But now wasn’t the moment to worry about trivial things.

Another terrifying figure was emerging.

Qin Yang remarked, "No way. Isn’t the Sacred Emperor’s Land most mysterious for the legendary Sacred Emperor? But didn’t they say he’s long dead—how could he show up now?"

"Must not be him."

"Wait! If it’s not the Sacred Emperor, I honestly can’t imagine anyone else walking out of that Holy Mountain."

"Shh, don’t speak. Enjoy the spectacle. This dramatic plot determines our survival. If the old man wins, you keep groveling, and our lives are in your hands." Lin Fan interjected.

Qin Yang replied, "Relax, I know what to do."

In the Heavenly Vault.

The Sacred Emperor emerged from the coffin atop the Holy Mountain, standing on its surface, calmly saying, "Master, I miss you, but you shouldn’t have come back."

The Sacred Emperor appeared aged—his face resembled old tree bark, dry and deeply wrinkled.

"You already taught your disciple a lesson; how does being an Immortal Emperor change anything? You left behind a curse that has reduced me to this state, neither man nor ghost, and this disciple is dying."

"Please consider your disciple’s decades of service. Withdraw the curse."

The Sacred Emperor’s voice was frail. Although Immortal Emperors had exceedingly long lifespans, his end had not yet arrived.

"Ahahahaha..." The old man cackled savagely. "Good, I was right about you. Even now, you haven’t changed. If only you’d knelt down and apologized earlier, perhaps I might have remembered our master-disciple bond and given you a chance."

Thud!

The Sacred Emperor knelt in the Void, the impact so great that the Void beneath his knees cracked.

"Disciple admits his mistake. I beg Master to revoke the curse so your disciple may have a chance to ascend to Immortal Venerable Dao Fruit. If I succeed, it will reflect your excellent mentorship, Master."

Lin Fan’s eyes widened as he blurted, "Holy crap, shameless!"

"Listen. Just listen. Do you admit to being shameless?" the old man roared.

Lin Fan instantly zipped his lips—this was a misunderstanding. He’d blurted it out unintentionally without meaning anything else.

"Master, who is he?" The Sacred Emperor turned toward Lin Fan, his gaze prickly as if holding resentment.

Something felt off.

Even if I slipped up earlier, this level of hatred was unnecessary.

"Your junior brother. He’s more talented than you, better than you, and far more deserving of ascending to Immortal Venerable Dao Fruit. You will never have that chance. When I accepted you as my disciple, others said you were useless—and they were right. Compared to your junior brother, you are trash." The old man bellowed.

His jealousy burned intensely.

His possessiveness was equally fierce.

He would never acknowledge anyone superior to him.

The Sacred Emperor replied, "Is that so? I don’t believe it."

"Withdraw the curse! You’re dead already, just remnants. What’s the point of such insignificant actions?"

"As for this junior brother, don’t worry. I’ll be sure to ’cherish’ him well for you."

Lin Fan was dumbfounded. We were forcibly brought here to watch the drama; we absolutely didn’t want to be involved in your mess. Why drag good people like us into this nonsense?

Pure fabrication.

Furthermore, Qin Yang had been so diligent in giving you massages.

If not credit, at least spare him some blame.

How does any of this involve me?

"Master, you’ve already died once. Allow your disciple to send you to your second death—for good this time."

His voice fell.

The Sacred Emperor let out a roar, and from within the coffin came a surging sea of blood, madly pouring into his shriveled body.

Gradually, his appearance became youthful once more.

"Master, you’ve died. You shouldn’t be here."