342: The ultimate feast! Amidst the curse, present the most magnificent self-destruction!

EX-rank rating X2.

God Lord Soul Net Conceptual Immunity Patch.

Lin Fan stared at the two lines of dazzling golden text on the light screen, his breathing momentarily suspended.

His heart began to pound uncontrollably, each beat like a war drum thundering in his chest.

That wasn't fear.

That was extreme suppression, the impending eruption of ecstasy.

The previous A-rank and S-rank rewards were like appetizers in a Novice Village (novice village) compared to this return.

This was the real feast.

An ultimate feast prepared for him, and only for him.

The frenzied curve on Lin Fan's face slowly receded, replaced by a serenity that was almost pious.

He turned to the Void Realm, to the thirty-six Formation eyes scattered across the Qingmu Continent, representing death and despair, and showed a dazzling smile.

You are all mine.

He closed his eyes again.

The next moment, his figure abruptly vanished from where he stood.

S-rank Skill — 【Shadow Shuttle】!

Deep within a valley shrouded in dark green mist in the eastern part of the Qingmu Continent.

This was one of the thirty-six Formation eyes.

A Centurion in the Early Stage of Mahayana, clad in bone armor, stood like a statue at the center of the Formation eye, with twelve Soul Hounds prostrate at his feet, their ghastly green Soul fire radiating a hunger to devour.

Suddenly, the Centurion's head snapped around, looking behind him.

There was no one there.

But the Soul fire in his empty eye sockets flickered violently, an unshakeable feeling of being watched.

He didn't know.

Just a second before he turned around.

Lin Fan's figure had lingered like a wisp of smoke, less than a foot behind him, for 0.01 seconds.

No aura was left behind.

No energy fluctuations were caused.

Only a faintly glowing spatial Dao beacon, detectable only by himself, was left.

Then, he vanished.

Almost simultaneously, at the other end of the Qingmu Continent, beneath a withered giant tree.

In another Formation eye.

A similar scene unfolded again.

The Centurion and the Soul Hounds team guarding this place merely detected a subtle, almost imperceptible anomaly; before they could even assume a defensive posture, the anomaly had vanished without a trace.

Lin Fan's figure, like the most skilled dancer, began his frantic solo dance on a stage riddled with traps and blades.

His figure flashed and disappeared repeatedly in the thirty-six corners of the Qingmu Continent, at a speed that transcended logic and perception.

Shadow Shuttle.

Leave a beacon.

Shuttle again.

Leave another beacon.

Each shuttle consumed a massive amount of his Qi.

Each appearance was accompanied by the thrill of brushing past death.

He was like a ghost, a specter walking in the gap (gap) between reality and illusion, embroidering his own flower of death upon the inescapable net laid out for him, in his unique way.

Above the immortal throne.

The Lich Adjutant was comfortably leaning back in his bone chair, enjoying the "beautiful sight" of Lin Fan struggling in agony under the curse through a crystal ball.

However, the sneer on his face gradually froze.

"Hmm?"

He sensed something was wrong.

In the crystal ball's image, that "plague god" wasn't screaming, collapsing, or trying to attack the unbreakab monster (monsters) as he had expected, under the erosion of the curse.

He just stood there, eyes closed, his body trembling slightly from the pain.

But the Lich Adjutant keenly felt that the 【Interminable Soul Domain Curse Great Formation】, which covered the entire Qingmu Continent, was being subtly triggered at an extremely abnormal frequency.

One moment in the east.

The next in the west.

As if countless invisible hands were simultaneously caressing the Formation he had meticulously arranged.

"What is he doing?"

The Lich Adjutant's brow furrowed for the first time, an ominous premonition rising from the depths of his Soul fire.

He immediately activated the Formation's authority, attempting to lock onto Lin Fan's Soul Origin.

However, he was horrified to discover that Lin Fan's Soul aura had become erratic in the Formation's perception.

One moment he was in front of the central mountain gate, the next, a "projection" of his aura appeared thousands of miles away on the coast of the East Sea!

The next moment, it appeared again in the ice fields of the far north!

It felt as if one person was simultaneously appearing in thirty-six different places!

"Impossible!"

The Lich Adjutant suddenly stood up from his chair, the Soul fire in his eyes flickering wildly.

He finally realized Lin Fan's goal!

That madman! He wasn't trying to escape, nor was he trying to break the Formation!

He... he wanted to attack all the Formation eyes simultaneously!

"Reel it in!"

The Lich Adjutant let out a sharp roar, slamming his hands onto the crystal ball in front of him!

"Activate the final strangulation (strangling) procedure! Gather all curse power to the center! Pin him to the spot!"

Boom!

The sky over the entire Qingmu Continent instantly grew even darker.

The thirty-six colossal Talismanic Incantation vortexes, distributed throughout, began to shrink and merge towards the sky above the central Cuiyun Sect at an astonishing speed!

Space was confined!

Time seemed to become viscous!

A strangling force, a hundred times more powerful than before, crashed down like billions of tons of seawater!

In front of the Cuiyun Sect mountain gate.

Lin Fan's figure, after setting the thirty-fifth beacon, once again shuttled back to his original position.

His face was as pale as paper.

The black demonic patterns on his body almost covered every inch of his skin.

【Warning: Soul Origin corruption 7%... 8%... 9%...】

【Warning: Resurrection anchor connection extremely unstable!】

The System's alert tone, like a Talismanic Incantation of death, flashed wildly in his mind.

He looked up at the rapidly shrinking, curse-filled sky that was about to crush him completely.

Just one more.

The last beacon was himself!

He took a deep breath, preparing to initiate the final plan.

At this moment, the space in front of him suddenly twisted.

The Lich Adjutant, clad in a gray robe and holding a withered bone staff, directly tore through space and appeared before him!

"Got you, insect."

The Lich Adjutant's face showed relief, as if having escaped a disaster, and an even more cruel mockery.

He pointed the withered bone staff in his hand at Lin Fan from a distance.

Buzz!

Above the sky, the colossal curse Formation eye, which was about to close, instantly unleashed a solidified, ink-black Origin curse power, like a black lightning bolt, striking Lin Fan precisely!

"Argh—!"

This time, Lin Fan could no longer suppress it, letting out a painful groan.

His consciousness, like a painting thrown into sulfuric acid, began to rapidly dissolve and blur.

【Warning: Soul Origin corruption exceeds 10%! Resurrection process has been forcibly interrupted!】

【Warning! Resurrection failure probability, 99%!】

The world before his eyes began to spin.

Liu Qingqing's cries of alarm, the screams of his fellow Disciples, all became distant and unreal.

All he could feel was the coldness and nothingness of being completely "deleted."

Is it over?

No.

Just a second before his consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness.

Lin Fan used his last ounce of strength to look up at the Lich Adjutant, who wore a ferocious expression of assured victory.

The corners of his mouth slowly, little by little, curved upwards.

Revealing an incomparably brilliant, incomparably pure, and even slightly relieved smile.

The Lich Adjutant's smile instantly froze on his face.

He read an emotion from that smile that he completely couldn't understand.

Not despair.

Not resentment.

But... anticipation?

Then, he saw Lin Fan's lips move.

He was silently speaking two words.

"Thank you."

The next second.

Lin Fan's will transcended time and space.

"Detonate."

Boom—!!!

At this moment, the entire Qingmu Continent simultaneously lit up with thirty-six suns!

Eastern valley.

Southern swamp.

Western desert.

Northern ice fields... The thirty-six core Formation eyes, guarded by bone-armored Centurions and Soul Hounds teams, were simultaneously and completely detonated from within by an irresistible, destructive energy that appeared out of thin air!

And Lin Fan, located in front of the Cuiyun Sect mountain gate, as the ultimate fuse for all of this, his body erupted with a light billions of times brighter than all thirty-six suns combined!

White light swallowed everything.

The horror on the Lich Adjutant's face was instantly vaporized.

The dark green cursed sky shattered inch by inch, like a punctured black canvas.

Light returned.

The gloom that had hung over all living beings on the Qingmu Continent vanished into thin air.

Liu Qingqing and all the Disciples of the Cuiyun Sect stared blankly at the empty mountain gate, unable to find any trace of that person... In a distant, unknown underground rift valley.

Inside the starship cabin, a ball of light was slowly condensing into Lin Fan's body.

In his ears, an unprecedented, ethereal System alert sounded.

【Congratulations, Host, for completing the epic achievement: Curse Breaker!】

【EX-rank rating x2 has been issued!】

【Detecting high-concentration unowned divine particles... System deems it an extremely high-value resource...】

【Forcibly absorbing...】

【System upgrade initiated... Current progress 1%...】