348: All paths converge into one! That fleeting flaw!

Inside the starship cabin, a light flashed.

Lin Fan's figure coalesced for the three hundred and first time.

He didn't charge immediately, but simply stood there quietly, eyes slightly closed.

This time, he didn't possess that previous reckless madness, nor the gravity of facing a desperate situation.

All that remained was an absolute calm, as if the eternal abyss had been frozen in ice.

Deep within his consciousness, an unprecedented three-dimensional image was silently operating.

It was a perfect dynamic model of the Demon Leader, composed of countless data streams.

Every joint of the model, every inch of bone, and every path of energy flow was clearly labeled.

Beside it, rows of fine text formed the System's final report.

[Weakness report generation complete.]

[Target: Demon Leader.]

[Core Weakness: Inertia of 'Dao'.]

[Description: The target has remained at the Mahayana Peak Realm for too long. During the final stage of releasing its strongest ultimate move, [Myriad Souls Return to Silence], its Divine Soul will momentarily synchronize with the Law to pursue the ultimate destructive effect, resulting in a 0.01-second 'resynchronization delay' with the Physical Body.]

[During this delay, a unique flaw will appear in the target's protective divine light.]

This flaw was not a deficiency in power, but a habit formed from extreme conceit.

Because the Demon Leader never believed that any living being could survive his ultimate strike, which was capable of sweeping across an entire Star Domain.

Let alone launching a counterattack.

Lin Fan opened his eyes.

In those eyes, there were no ripples in the ancient well, yet they reflected the blood and fire of the entire battlefield.

Three hundred deaths were traded for this single, fleeting 0.01 second.

He reached out and gently touched that warm Jade Slip.

Divine Thought crossed the Void Realm... Tian Yuan Realm, Command Hall.

The Jade Slip in Li Hanyue's hand once again lit up with that faint and gentle light.

Lin Fan's calm voice rang out.

"There is only one chance."

Li Hanyue's entire body trembled.

The Black Tortoise Holy Lord and all the surviving Elders suddenly looked over.

They were already at the end of their ropes, everyone heavily injured, supporting the crumbling defensive line solely by force of will.

They could hear that the laziness in this voice had vanished.

In its place was a sharpness that seemed capable of piercing the Soul.

"I need you all to force him to use his strongest move."

Lin Fan's voice carried no emotion, as if stating an established fact.

"That move should be a large-scale area-clearing skill, perhaps called [Myriad Souls Return to Silence], or maybe another name, but the effect will definitely be the destruction of everything."

Inside the hall, there was a dead silence.

Force him to use his strongest move?

What was the difference between that and actively seeking death?

"This plan requires all of you to launch a suicidal attack for me."

Lin Fan's words, through the Jade Slip, clearly entered everyone's ears.

"Not a feint, not a probe."

"A true, death-defying charge, burning your own Divine Soul and life."

"You must make him feel extreme annoyance and rage, making him feel that the death struggles of you ants have defiled this sacred 'hunt'."

"Only then will he use that move to completely erase you all at once."

Li Hanyue's hand holding the Jade Slip began to tremble uncontrollably.

She seemed to have already foreseen that scene.

"And at the moment he makes his move..."

Lin Fan's voice paused.

"I need you to use your final moments of life to blast open a 'path' for me to reach his throne."

"An absolutely straight vacuum channel, without any energy turbulence or any wreckage blocking the way."

"I need to complete the final charge on this path."

The plan was finished.

Simple.

Clear.

Yet also cruel to the extreme.

Li Hanyue stood there, motionless, but tears silently slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the cold floor.

She finally understood what Lin Fan's previous three hundred deaths were for.

He wasn't throwing his life away.

He was using his own life to find the only way out for everyone, for the entire Spirit Realm.

Now, he had found it.

But this path needed to be paved with the lives of the Immortal Alliance's last powerful experts.

Inside the hall, there was a dead silence.

Everyone understood.

They looked out the window at the figure of the 'Martyr' who had charged and fallen time and again; their eyes changed from numbness to shock, and finally to realization.

So that was it.

The Black Tortoise Holy Lord's parched lips moved as he looked at his comrades behind him, all wounded and drained of Qi.

These were the last backbone of the Spirit Realm.

He took a deep breath and hoarsely made Lin Fan's plan public, word for word.

No one spoke.

No one questioned.

An Elder who had lost an arm suddenly began to laugh softly.

"Hahaha..."

The laughter grew louder, filled with madness and delight.

"Death is but death; I didn't expect that before dying, I could participate in such a magnificent gamble!"

"To pave the way for an unknown hero—it's worth it!"

"Worth it!"

Beside him, a white-haired old woman's broken staff ignited with a ghostly blue fire of life.

"I have cultivated for three thousand years, and only today do I know what the 'Great Dao' is."

"To use my remnant body to pave the path to heaven—how fortunate!"

"Roar!"

A resonant bird cry echoed through the hall.

A thin, hook-nosed old man roared toward the sky. Behind him, a massive phantom of a Golden-Winged Great Peng appeared, every feather ignited with golden flames.

"Hahaha, to be able to follow a madman in one last act of madness before death—how satisfying!"

"Boys, don't embarrass me!"

"For the Spirit Realm!"

"For the Martyr!"

The Black Tortoise Holy Lord suddenly raised the crack-covered tortoise shield in his hand. On the broken surface, the most brilliant fire of life he had ever produced in his life ignited.

"For the Spirit Realm!"

"For the Martyr!"

"Fight to the death!"

One roar after another rose and fell within the hall.

In the eyes of all the surviving Mahayana Stage Cultivators, there was no longer the slightest despair or fear, only the brilliant light of a death-defying sacrifice.

They were not fighting for themselves.

They were fighting to pave that final road to victory for the 'madman' who had died alone three hundred times.

Li Hanyue wiped away her tears. Looking at those faces ignited with their final radiance, she spoke clearly into the Jade Slip with all her strength.

"Plan received."

"The final thirty-six Mahayana Cultivators of the Immortal Alliance will offer their all to you."

"Please, Your Excellency... win the victory for us!"

From the other end of the Jade Slip came a light chuckle.

"Deal."

...On the battlefield.

The Immortal Alliance's defensive line, which had been struggling to hold on, collapsed in this moment without any warning.

But it wasn't defeated.

They had actively abandoned all defenses.

Atop the "immortal throne," the Soul fire in the Demon Leader's eyes slightly condensed.

He saw those Immortal Alliance Cultivators, who had been lingering in battle formations, simultaneously turn into dozens of streaks of light.

They were burning their own Divine Souls.

They were burning their own lives.

Every streak of light represented the entirety of a Mahayana Stage Cultivator.

Their target was not the surrounding warships, nor those Soul Hounds.

It was him.

It was the commander of the Ninth Vanguard Fleet, seated upon the throne—the Demon Leader!

"Oh?"

A hint of contempt seeped from the Demon Leader's Soul fire.

"Have you finally given up resistance and prepared to use this foolish method to trade for a sliver of dignity?"

He didn't even bother to lift a finger.

Dozens of life-burning streaks of light pierced through the pitch-black Universe, charging resolutely and straight toward that throne of death and bones.

This was the final cry of the Immortal Alliance.

This was the final elegy of the Spirit Realm.

They were offering their final assist for that singular hope.