299: Harvest and new legends

"Perfect. I'll test another move I just comprehended on you two."

Lin Fan's voice was soft, yet it felt like two invisible divine mountains, pressing down relentlessly on the Divine Souls of Old Ancestor Moluo and the Shadow Hall Commander.

Fear could no longer describe their feelings at this moment.

It was an absolute tremor and despair, originating from the very Origin of life, when facing a higher life form.

Run?

They had been stripped of the authority to even move a single finger.

"No... don't... Your Excellency, spare me! My Heavenly Charm Sect is willing to offer everything! I only ask Your Excellency..."

Old Ancestor Moluo's aged face was twisted and deformed by extreme fear. He used all his strength to squeeze out a plea for mercy from the depths of his Divine Soul.

The Shadow Hall Commander was even more direct. The black mist enveloping him surged violently, attempting to disintegrate his Divine Soul, just to escape with a wisp of residual thought.

However, Lin Fan had no interest in listening to their nonsense.

He looked at these two beings, who were considered overlords even among Body Integration Stage cultivators, now struggling like two moths pinned to a spiderweb.

In his eyes, there was no anger, no killing intent.

Only the pure curiosity and inquiry of a scientist observing experimental subjects.

What kind of effect would the power of the Indestructible Overlord Body, combined with that trace of barbaric Divine Might analyzed from the Ancient God's Blood, produce?

What kind of effect would it produce?

Lin Fan slowly raised his right fist.

There was no world-shaking Aura, no strange phenomena of surging Law.

But the moment he raised his fist, layers of dark golden Divine Patterns, seemingly formed by the most fundamental rules of the Universe, silently appeared on his body surface, covering his entire being.

An indescribable, barbaric, ancient, and supreme Aura suddenly awakened from his seemingly unremarkable body.

At this moment, he was no longer a person.

He seemed to have transformed into an ancient deity walking among mortals.

Then.

He threw a punch.

Boom—!!!

No, there was no sound.

The entire starry sky, at the moment this punch was thrown, fell into absolute silence.

Time, space, light, Law... all concepts seemed to have been forcibly paused by the unreasonable Divine Might contained within this punch.

A colossal fist print, woven from countless dark golden Divine Patterns, large enough to obscure stars, streaked across the sky.

It did not tear space.

It did not detonate energy.

It merely "passed through" there.

In front of the fist print were the faces of Old Ancestor Moluo and the Shadow Hall Commander, frozen in extreme terror.

Behind them was the vast wreckage of the fleeing fleet, stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

The fist print swept past them.

Then, everything disappeared.

Not an explosion, not turning into dust, nor being decomposed into particles.

It was simply and purely "erased" from both the physical and conceptual levels.

As if an invisible giant hand, holding an eraser, effortlessly wiped clean a long strip of this starry sky, along with all matter and energy within it.

A channel of absolute "Void Realm," tens of thousands of miles long, appeared in the center of the battlefield.

At the end of the channel were distant, unaffected stars, their light quietly passing through this "non-existent" area, illuminating Lin Fan's face.

One punch.

To settle the Universe... Qingmu Star, underground base, main control room.

The world-destroying scene on the light screen finally froze.

Time seemed to have passed for a long while, yet also seemed like only an instant.

Fatty Zhang maintained his wide-mouthed posture, completely unaware of the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Linger's tightly clenched fists had long since fallen limply, her intelligent and lively eyes now filled with nothing but blankness and bewilderment.

Everyone else in the main control room, every single one of them, stood motionless like puppets from whom their souls had been extracted.

What did they see?

A miracle?

No, even a deity couldn't unleash such a terrifying punch.

It was an absolute "power" that transcended the limits of their cognition, incomprehensible and unimaginable.

Everyone's minds were completely overwhelmed and blanked out by that dark golden fist print spanning the starry sky.

They were already numb.

In this dead silence, an imperceptible ripple appeared in the center of the main control room.

Lin Fan's figure silently reappeared.

The dark golden Divine Patterns on his body had receded, and he returned to his unremarkable appearance, the kind that would be lost in a crowd.

As if he wasn't the one who had just flattened a combined fleet with a single punch.

He glanced at the room full of dumbstruck people, and with a thought of his Divine Thought, he issued an order to a certain entity hidden deep within the base.

"Black Sail, clear the battlefield."

"All usable wreckage, energy cores, and Formation fragments, recover them all."

A cold electronic voice sounded in his mind.

[Instruction received. Initiating "Scavenger" protocol. Estimated profit assessment in progress... Assessment complete. This profit... is extremely considerable.]

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

The assets of two elite fleets, plus the entire fortune of a Body Integration Stage Old Ancestor—this wave of initial capital was enough for him to splurge for a long time.

After doing all this, he slowly walked to Zhao Linger, who was still in a downed state, and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"Snap out of it."

Zhao Linger's pupils suddenly contracted, refocusing.

She looked at the familiar face in front of her, then subconsciously looked up at the empty starry sky on the light screen. Her lips moved for a long time, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Fan scanned the still-petrified crowd and spoke calmly.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears.

"The novice period is over."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Linger, over Fatty Zhang, and over everyone present who had followed him from the very beginning.

"Next, our goal is—"

"To welcome the Great Calamity."

Boom!

These few words, like a clap of thunder, exploded in the minds of the crowd, which had just begun to recover!

...At the same time.

In various corners of this Universe.

Some ancient existences, entrenched deep within Forbidden Grounds, who had slumbered for countless eras.

Some supreme deities, suspended above the Nine Heavens, overlooking the rise and fall of myriad worlds.

Some strange beings, hidden in dimensional rifts, peering into the Reincarnation of Heavenly Dao.

Their Divine Thoughts were almost simultaneously startled by that fleeting, supremely domineering "Undying" Divine Might.

Glimpses of surprise, solemnity, or greed, crossed infinite Star Domains, casting their gaze towards the barren cosmic frontier where Qingmu Star was located.

"A new 'variable'?

"This Aura... bears some resemblance to 'Him' from the last Epoch."

"A Legacy holder, or... a new 'error'?

"Find Him..."

"Devour Him..."

Countless powerful wills, capable of crushing star rivers, converged in the Void Realm, stirring up invisible undercurrents.

But Lin Fan, the instigator of all this, had already returned to his quiet room.

He ignored the external commotions and did not bother to appease his subordinates who were still in shock.

Before him floated an incredibly vast, holographic star map constructed by Divine Thought.

His gaze passed over the prosperous Star Domains, over the dangerous Forbidden Grounds, and finally landed on a coordinate point at the very edge of the star map, labeled "Unknown" and "Dangerous."

That was the falling place of another bone, left to him by the ancient will.

It was also a trap set by the Heavenly Dao, specifically designed to eliminate "anomalies."

A playful arc slowly formed at the corner of Lin Fan's mouth.

He extended a finger and lightly tapped on that coordinate.

"The next high-quality death location..."

"It's decided. It's you."