One of the men had gray hair and stood with his hands behind his back. Though his appearance was unremarkable, he possessed a composure that could withstand the collapse of Mount Tai, as if nothing could make him frown. He exuded an indescribable extraordinary aura.
Beside him stood a woman of unparalleled beauty, capable of making any man on Earth feel inferior.
She was like a flawless piece of jade, the most meticulous creation of the divine from head to toe.
Her beauty was breathtaking.
Additionally, there was an unfamiliar old man, his face deeply lined, wearing an expression of profound suffering.
"That... that woman, she's the Undying Empress! I was once part of an operation to hunt her down, but all pursuits and blockades ultimately failed. She escaped and established the Undying Holy City in the Stormy Sea. Heavens, why has the Undying Empress descended from the Holy River? Where is our Holy Lord?"
Suddenly, someone pointed at the woman of unparalleled beauty and shrieked, recognizing Lan Xueyi.
"Your Holy Lord, and everyone else, are all dead."
Ling Fan's indifferent gaze swept across all the powerhouses of the Divine Wind Holy Land.
Thousands of powerhouses shivered at his words, as if doused with ice-cold water from head to toe, their hearts turning to ice.
"Impossible! Our Holy Lord is a seventh-tier Manifestation Realm existence. You clearly only possess the aura of a Quasi-Saint Realm. How could you kill our Holy Lord? Nonsense! Even the Undying Empress beside you, and that old man, combined are no match for our Holy Lord! Moreover, with the combined might of the Flying Star Holy Land and the War Demon Holy Land, how could our Holy Lord possibly be dead!"
"Hmph, Undying Empress, you won't shake our morale. Do you think we don't know you're trying to take advantage of our Holy Lord and several Grand Elders being in the Martial Continent's Holy River to sneak in? You're dreaming. The foundation of our Divine Wind Holy Land is beyond your imagination. Even without a Saint overseeing it, we can ensure you never return!"
A Saint Son, whose Dao Integration had surpassed the ninth level and was infinitely close to the Manifestation Realm, stepped forward. He was clearly the leader among all the Saint Sons of the Divine Wind Holy Land. With a rallying cry, he instantly garnered the support of the masses, who gathered around him, obeying his command.
"Heaven-Splitting Wind Annihilation Array!"
"Yes!"
With this Saint Son directing them, the other powerhouses of the Divine Wind Holy Land immediately found a backbone. A colossal formation covering the entire Divine Wind Holy Land rumbled to life, and terrifying wind blades materialized out of thin air, tearing towards Ling Fan and his companions.
"Hmph, a bunch of ants, courting death."
Ling Fan snorted coldly. As his voice fell, an invisible ripple instantly spread outwards in concentric circles. Wherever it passed, space itself seemed to collapse. All the wind blades were utterly pulverized.
With just a single statement, the power was immense!
"How is this possible! Our formation has hundreds of Quasi-Saints presiding over it, and over ten thousand Golden Core realm Martial Lords reinforcing it. Together, we can kill anything below the sixth-tier Manifestation Realm. How could he not be killed!"
The Saint Son was stunned.
"Kill, kill, kill! At all costs, eliminate all invading enemies!"
His face contorted with ferocity, and he gritted his teeth as he shouted. Then, he charged forward, unleashing his full power and channeling it into the formation, leading all the powerhouses of the Divine Wind Holy Land to kill Ling Fan and his two companions.
Instantly, the formation blazed with light, and countless powerful, strange winds howled. Many of these storm powers were the Nine Heavens Gale Winds collected by the Divine Wind Holy Lord from the unreachable high heavens, and the Bone-Corroding Yin Winds from the deepest netherworld, along with various other wind forces. Their power was boundless. At this moment, they all erupted, transforming into hundreds, even thousands, of storm dragons of various colors, forming a deadly assault.
Ling Fan's eyes were filled with ice. Without even looking, he flicked a finger. An incredibly potent force of heaven and earth instantly swept across the eight directions. In an instant, everything seemed to come to a standstill. The void shattered like a mirror. Following that, all the storm dragons were also shattered. What shattered next were the bodies of the powerhouses of the Divine Wind Holy Land, their eyes filled with extreme terror, despair, and pain as they exploded inch by inch.
The once-proud Divine Wind Holy Land, one of the three overlord Holy Lands of the Martial Continent.
In an instant.
Rivers of blood flowed, and countless lives were lost.
Ling Fan showed no mercy.
The destruction of the Divine Wind Holy Land had been sealed the moment they dared to pursue his wife.
Ling Fan's Heavenly Demon Eyes flashed, piercing through layers of space to lock onto the Divine Wind Holy Land's treasury. With a sweep of his great hand, he uprooted the treasury from the ground and drew it into the Reincarnation Divine Cauldron.
"Let's go, next."
Flying Star Holy Land.
War Demon Holy Land.
These two Holy Lands also did not escape calamity.
They met the same fate as the Divine Wind Holy Land.
They too turned to dust in the martial history of the Martial Continent.
Centuries, millennia of accumulated wealth, and endless treasures all fell into Ling Fan's possession.
"Take these. You take them back and quickly strengthen your clan's power to resist the coming great tribulation."
Ling Fan said to Elder Zhenmo.
"When the clone of that Heavenly Arrogant Saint King descended, the Holy River of the Nine Flowers Realm was opened. From the upper reaches of the Nine Flowers Realm's Holy River, I sensed several powerful auras, as well as the disturbance at the origin point of the Nine Flowers Realm's Holy River. Once the primordial Holy River of the Nine Flowers Realm is controlled, the realm gate will be completely opened, and the powerhouses from outside the realm, the Heavenly Demon Realm, could descend at any moment."
A hint of solemnity appeared in Ling Fan's eyes.
For him, who rarely showed his emotions, such a demeanor meant that the situation was extremely, extremely serious.
"I understand, Young Master Ling!"
Elder Zhenmo no longer stood on ceremony with Ling Fan. He took the cultivation resources and other treasures that Ling Fan distributed to him, and with a flash, he disappeared from Ling Fan and Lan Xueyi's sight.
"Let's go. We should also return to the Undying Holy City. This time, we have gained immense benefits and need to consolidate our strength thoroughly. The treasures hoarded by the three great Holy Lands must also be refined quickly to be converted into combat power."
"Alright."
Ling Fan and Xueyi's figures also vanished from their original positions.
Within the Undying Holy City.
Ling Fan summoned all the powerhouses of the Ling Tian Pavilion. The Undying Holy City was directly incorporated under the Ling Tian Pavilion, becoming one of its branches.
Ling Fan handed over a portion of the cultivation resources to the Demon Horse, instructing it to coordinate their distribution and enhance the strength of the Ling Tian Pavilion's powerhouses.
As for himself, he immediately went into seclusion. He refined the countless heavenly materials, earthly treasures, divine materials, and divine ores from the treasuries of the three great Holy Lands through the Reincarnation Divine Cauldron, integrating them into his own world, merging them into formations, and forming a celestial barrier.
As vast amounts of heavenly materials and earthly treasures were absorbed, Ling Fan's world became increasingly stable, gradually expanding to about seven and a half zhang.
Once the remaining materials were refined, it should be able to expand to about eight zhang, and the world would be further perfected.