320: It's my turn! Point my sword at the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords!

Inside the great hall, the atmosphere was incredibly fervent.

Everyone was immersed in the immense joy of their surging strength and infinite aspirations for the future.

The Immortal Alliance is no longer what it once was!

However, Lin Fan's phrase, “prepared for a special new friend,” was like a bucket of cold water poured into this boiling pot of oil.

Everyone's gaze shifted from the floating Divine Pill to Lin Fan's face, filled with confusion and doubt.

A new friend?

Who?

Could it be... Many people subconsciously thought of the mysterious woman who had recently joined the Immortal Alliance, always wore a veil, and possessed unfathomable aura.

But she has achieved no merit; why should she receive such a Heaven-Defying Divine Pill?

This is the Taiyi Soul-Molding Pill! A supreme treasure capable of remolding the Divine Soul Origin! How many veterans within the Alliance who have made great contributions are eagerly anticipating it!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became subtle.

Just then, a cold and clear figure slowly stood up from her seat.

Li Hanyue.

She did not look at the Divine Pill that had caused the commotion, nor did she pay attention to the surrounding discussions.

Her gaze, from beginning to end, was fixed only on Lin Fan.

In those clear eyes, the usual cold stillness was gone, replaced by an astonishing Battle Intent, sharp as a sword tip, as if intending to pierce the firmament.

“It's my turn.”

She spoke no extra words; those three characters instantly silenced the entire great hall.

Everyone could feel the Sword Intent emanating from her, which was pure to the extreme, and at least ten times stronger than before she received the Medicinal Pill!

That Sword Intent was no longer just sharp; it also possessed a smooth and transparent texture, like flawless jade.

Clearly, the effect of the Taiyi Soul-Molding Pill was perfectly manifested in her.

Lin Fan looked at her and smiled.

He knew she meant it was time to initiate Project Two of the “High-Efficiency Death Protocol.”

“Sister-in-Law, isn't this... a bit too rushed?”

Fatty Zhang was the first to step forward. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face showing a worried smile.

“Our Immortal Alliance just repelled the Central Star River Alliance army, and everyone just received a Divine Pill, causing our strength to surge. Now is precisely the time we need to stabilize our cultivation and digest the results.”

His words voiced the feelings of most people in the hall.

“That's right, Alliance Master, Elder Li. We are strong now and should recuperate, consolidate our territory, and there's no need to take further risks.”

“Exactly, the Ten Thousand Swords Burial, just hearing the name suggests it's not a good place!”

Everyone chimed in agreement.

After finally enjoying a few days of peace and comfort, no one wanted their Alliance Master to go “seek death” in some deadly peril zone again.

Even though they didn't know Lin Fan couldn't die.

Li Hanyue did not argue with them.

She simply extended her slender jade finger, forming a sword with her fingers, and lightly traced a line toward the Void Realm outside the great hall.

There was no earth-shattering Sword Qi, nor was there dazzling brilliance.

Everyone only saw that where her finger passed, the Void Realm seemed to be cut open by an invisible sharp blade, leaving a pitch-black fissure.

Strangely, that Spatial Fissure did not quickly heal as usual.

It stubbornly remained there, and within the profound darkness, chaotic Laws faintly flickered, as if it had become an indelible scar on this heaven and earth.

“My Sword Dao has reached a Bottleneck.”

Li Hanyue withdrew her finger, her voice ringing out clearly and coldly.

“Like this fissure, it is sharp, but also solidified. I cannot advance further, nor can I retreat to the starting point.”

“If I do not seek a Breakthrough, I will make no further progress in this life.”

Her tone was calm, but the determination contained within it made everyone tremble.

For a true Sword Cultivator, the stagnation of the Dao Path is more unbearable than death.

The great hall once again fell silent.

“I agree with Hanyue's decision.”

Lin Fan finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that instantly suppressed all the noise.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over every Core Member present.

“Recuperate? Do you think our greatest enemy is that ridiculous Central Star River Alliance?”

His words stunned everyone.

“Do you think the Great Calamity is just a legend?”

Lin Fan's voice suddenly turned cold.

“That pair of indifferent eyes deep within the Chaos Thunder Hell, the ancient existence awakening on the other side of the starry sky, and those 'Hunters' who view our entire Universe as a hunting ground...”

“Stagnating is the true way to wait for death.”

His words were like claps of thunder exploding in everyone's minds.

Although many people didn't understand what “Hunters” were, the immense sense of crisis revealed in Lin Fan's words weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

It turned out that in places they couldn't see, the Alliance Master had already shouldered such heavy pressure alone.

“I understand!”

Fatty Zhang slapped his thigh, the fat on his face trembling, and his eyes instantly became tragic yet resolute.

“Boss is right! We can't drag the Boss down! Isn't it just the Ten Thousand Swords Burial? Let's do it!”

“Let's do it!”

“We are willing to go through fire and water for the Alliance Master!”

The Immortal Alliance was mobilized once again, and fierce Fighting Spirit ignited in everyone's eyes.

Seeing this scene, Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

What he needed was such a Wolfish Team, one that always maintained a sense of crisis and was always striving to become stronger.

The meeting ended, and the crowd dispersed to make their preparations.

Lin Fan, meanwhile, returned to his Secret Chamber.

He flipped his hand and took out the [Chaos Thunder Seed] he had obtained in the Chaos Thunder Hell.

This item contained the Origin Thunder power of creation and destruction; it was incomparably precious.

“I'll temporarily deposit it with you.”

With a thought, Lin Fan slowly pressed this Thunder Seed onto an inconspicuous Inner Armor he was wearing.

This was one of the first defensive Magic Treasures he had acquired, which had accompanied him through countless deaths and was already in perfect sync with his mind.

Buzz!

The moment the Chaos Thunder Seed touched the Inner Armor, the entire Magic Treasure burst forth with blinding thunder light!

Countless Chaos-colored thunder runes spread wildly across the Inner Armor's surface like living things, eventually forming an incomparably mysterious Thunder Dao Diagram.

The rank of the Magic Treasure climbed steadily at this moment, directly surpassing the Immortal Emperor level, reaching a level that even Lin Fan could not estimate.

Now, even if he stood still and let an Immortal Emperor attack him, they probably wouldn't be able to break his defense.

After completing all this, he walked out of the Secret Chamber and found Fatty Zhang.

“Fatty, take this and deliver it to Miss Yue Xi.”

Lin Fan handed him the Jade Bottle containing the last Taiyi Soul-Molding Pill.

“Ah? Boss, are you really giving it away?” Fatty Zhang looked pained but carefully took it.

A moment later, Fatty Zhang returned with a bitter expression.

“Boss, she accepted it.”

“What did she say?” Lin Fan asked.

Fatty Zhang imitated her cold tone and said, “She said... it was unnecessary.”

Lin Fan just smiled upon hearing this and didn't ask any more questions... Three days later.

A small starship with a sleek design, entirely pitch-black, as if it could merge into the shadows of the Universe, silently departed from Qingmu Star.

There were no Attendants aboard the starship.

Only Lin Fan and Li Hanyue were present.

Inside the spacious Bridge, Li Hanyue was quietly sitting in front of a tea table.

With her fair hands holding the pot, she elegantly brewed a pot of Spiritual Tea. The misty fragrance of the tea, accompanied by the star river flashing past the window, slowly flowed through the tranquil space.

This did not look like a life-or-death expedition heading to a deadly zone in the Universe.

It looked more like a private date belonging only to the two of them.

Li Hanyue gently pushed a cup of brewed Clear Tea toward Lin Fan.

Her eyes were as cold and clear as ever, but if one looked closely, they would find that the depths of the icy lake reflected the myriad starlight outside the window, as well as... the figure of the man before her.

Lin Fan picked up the teacup and looked at her.

The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without words.

On the Star Map ahead, a coordinate point marked crimson red flickered with an ominous light.

Ten Thousand Swords Burial.