145: The Immortal Palace changes, the Nascent Soul fights bloody battles

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The heartbeat from deep within the ancient hall suddenly lost its steady rhythm.

It became rapid, frenzied, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, each pulsation causing the entire ancient battlefield ruins to tremble even more violently.

Above the hall's entrance, the dark golden runes flashed wildly, and countless fine cracks spread furiously across them.

A roar, suppressed for eons, filled with endless malice and madness, pierced through layers of Seal from behind the hall's entrance, clearly entering everyone's ears.

Lin Fan's expression was more solemn than ever before.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer.

That thing was about to break its Seal.

At the same time, in the distant sky, several streaks of light, tearing through the air, carrying undisguised greed and powerful Qi, were already close at hand.

Time was compressed to its limit.

Lin Fan's gaze shifted from the violently shaking ancient hall to Su Meier beside him.

Her pretty face was pale, and she clutched his sleeve tightly, her body trembling slightly; the terrifying pressure and roar from the ancient hall made her feel a fear that originated from the depths of her Soul.

Lin Fan did not speak.

He simply raised his hand and gently placed it over the back of her hand clutching his sleeve, giving it a firm squeeze.

The warmth from his palm instantly dispelled most of the chill in Su Meier's heart.

She looked up and saw Lin Fan's calm eyes, which, however, held a certain resolve.

She understood instantly.

Lin Fan no longer held anything back.

His Immortal Grade Nascent Soul, at this moment, suddenly erupted with dazzling nine-colored Immortal Light.

An Immortal Dao Qi, transcending this world, swept out from him with a roar.

On the surface of his skin, countless tiny, black-hole-like whirlpools appeared.

His Soul-Devouring Dao Body was pushed to its Peak.

In the surrounding space, the chaotic and mixed wild Spiritual Qi, the lingering Immortal Dao remnants, and the Devilish Qi were all furiously devoured by his body in an unreasonable manner at this instant.

Sizzle—

Streaks of ink-black lightning, imbued with the destructive Qi of Heavenly Tribulation, coiled around his right fist.

He no longer paid attention to the uninvited guests who were about to arrive.

He wanted to forcefully break open this Ancient Seal with the fastest speed and the strongest power.

"Boom!"

Just as Lin Fan was about to strike, those streaks of light had already whistled in, hovering in mid-air not far away.

There were three people in total.

A burly man with a giant axe.

A gloomy-faced old man in a black robe.

And a middle-aged Daoist who appeared to be an Immortal but whose eyes flickered with greedy glints.

They were all Loose Cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage, attracted by the unusual activity in this place.

When they saw the magnificent ancient hall, felt the terrifying Qi that was about to break its Seal, and sensed the dense, almost palpable Immortal Dao charm emanating from Lin Fan, all three of them began to breathe heavily at the same time.

"Immortal opportunity! This is an immense Immortal opportunity!"

"This kid wants to monopolize the treasure!"

"Kill him!"

The three reached a consensus with just a glance.

The next moment, three distinct yet equally powerful Nascent Soul Stage pressures, like an overwhelming tide, pressed down fiercely on Lin Fan.

The giant axe tore through the air, carrying the might of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

The black banner stirred up an eerie wind, with countless phantom evil spirits roaring within it.

The whisk transformed into three thousand silver threads, each as sharp as a sword.

They actually intended to kill Lin Fan with a single strike the moment he attacked the Seal, and then reap the benefits.

However.

Just as those three fatal attacks were about to land.

A delicate figure, without hesitation, stood in front of Lin Fan.

It was Su Meier.

There was no trace of color left in her face.

Her delicate body trembled like a flickering candle in the wind under the pressure of the three Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses.

But her eyes were more resolute than ever before.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling—"

A string of pink bells flew from her fair wrist, growing in the wind and transforming into a pink sound wave barrier.

An ice-blue ancient mirror floated above her head, casting down chilling Qi that froze the space in front of her.

She unleashed all her defensive Magic Treasures.

The demonic Qi within her body burned furiously without reservation.

She opened her red lips and spat out a mouthful of vital blood, which merged into the pink barrier, causing its light to shine brightly.

With her Golden Core Stage cultivation, she single-handedly bravely faced the combined attack of three Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses.

In her heart, there was no regret or retreat.

She only remembered that she had once told Lin Fan that she would be his Protector.

She wanted to fulfill her promise.

Even if the cost was death.

"Boom—!"

Violent energy exploded with a roar.

The pink sound wave barrier lasted only for an instant before shattering inch by inch.

The ice-blue ancient mirror let out a mournful cry, its surface covered in cracks, and flew back.

Su Meier was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood, her small body flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

But, it was this brief instant.

It was enough.

Lin Fan's fist, wrapped in black tribulation lightning, had heavily slammed onto the cracked golden Seal of the ancient hall.

"Crack—!"

A crisp cracking sound, as if from primordial Chaos, echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

That indestructible Ancient Seal, before Lin Fan's utterly domineering power, which fused Immortal Dao Qi, the power of tribulation lightning, and the Soul-Devouring Dao Body, finally, completely collapsed.

"Roar—!"

An even more violent, more malevolent roar, howled out from the opened hall entrance.

An immeasurable, ink-black pressure, like a black raging torrent bursting a dam, instantly swept across the entire battlefield ruins.

The sinister smiles on the faces of the three Nascent Soul Stage Loose Cultivators instantly froze.

Their subsequent attacks aimed at Su Meier also came to an abrupt halt.

Their bodies were firmly pinned in place by this terrifying pressure, unable to move.

A blurry, distorted, hundred-foot-tall gigantic black shadow slowly emerged from the endless darkness.

It had no fixed form, as if it was condensed from the purest resentment and madness.

Only its eyes.

What terrifying eyes they were.

No pupils, no whites of the eyes.

Only two swirling, crimson vortices, burning with endless madness and destructive desire.

This was not some treasure at all.

This was a remnant of an Ancient Immortal, completely eroded and mutated by the power of the so-called "Era Calamity"!

The Qi it exuded far surpassed the Peak of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Within that pressure, there was even a trace of the Divine Might of Law from a higher level, the Soul Transformation Stage.

"No... what is this thing..."

The burly man with the giant axe spoke with a trembling voice, his teeth chattering.

"Soul Transformation... This is the pressure of the Soul Transformation Stage..."

The gloom on the black-robed elder's face had long been replaced by endless fear.

The middle-aged Daoist even directly collapsed to the ground, his crotch wet.

The greed on their faces had long vanished without a trace.

In its place was the ultimate despair and terror, originating from the deepest part of their Souls.

They realized what a terrifying Forbidden Ground they had stumbled into.

They had provoked an unimaginable existence.

Escape!

This thought furiously occupied all their minds.

However, they couldn't move.

Their Nascent Souls trembled under this terrifying pressure, almost on the verge of collapsing on the spot.

Just as everyone fell into desperate silence.

Lin Fan moved.

He reached out and steadily caught Su Meier, who was flying backward, in his arms.

He lowered his head to look at the pale-faced, weak beauty in his arms, and a hint of imperceptible, icy killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He put a Medicinal Pill into Su Meier's mouth, then gently protected her behind him.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head and looked at the remnant of the Ancient Immortal, which exuded monstrous Devilish Might.

There was no fear on his face.

There was no despair in his eyes.

On his handsome face, he even slowly curved a strange smile, full of excitement and desire.

This was what he wanted.

This was the real feast.

This was the most perfect nourishment that could cause a qualitative change in his Soul-Devouring Dao Body!

The mutated Ancient Immortal remnant also seemed to have sensed something.

Its crimson, mad eyes slowly turned, passing over the three terrified Nascent Soul Stage Loose Cultivators, and locked firmly onto Lin Fan.

It sensed the pure Immortal Dao Qi on Lin Fan's body, which it both hated and craved.

That Qi was like the sweetest spring water in the desert.

And like the brightest lamp in the dark night.

"Roar—!"

The Ancient Immortal remnant let out an even more shrill, more frantic roar.

It abandoned the three easily attainable ants in front of it, and its massive body transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing madly towards Lin Fan without hesitation.

As it lunged, a pale giant hand, formed by countless vengeful Souls and Law fragments, extended from its twisted black shadow.

On the giant hand, there remained a trace of destructive Law fluctuations, belonging to Ancient Immortal Arts.

This single strike was enough to easily obliterate any existence at the Nascent Soul Stage.

A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

He knew this would be an unprecedented tough battle.

But he also knew that as long as he could completely devour this remnant.

He would undergo an unimaginable transformation.

Perhaps, he might even be able to truly touch the ultimate secret about the "chaos bell" hidden deep within that ancient hall.