Chapter 536: This Script Is Opening Wrong

Lin Fan was actually a youth who was easily satisfied. He didn't require you to be extremely wealthy, but at least you had to be presentable.

He didn't ask for much—just a few tens of millions of Holy Sun Pills, a hundred or so Dao artifacts, and he would be easily appeased.

Creak!

The stone gate burst open, and a dazzling, multicolored treasure light streamed directly through.

“Ah, so blinding.” Lin Fan shielded his eyes, his body and mind trembling with excitement. “Too dazzling, I can't take it, I can't take it.”

Lin Fan felt a shameful hardness, as if he had seen thousands of peerlessly seductive beauties, drool streaming down uncontrollably.

Jackpot! This time, it's a jackpot!

Lin Fan looked at the scene before him, his heart leaping with excitement.

Indeed, beings like Despair Marquis were surely hollow inside, ultimately filling the emptiness of their hearts with all kinds of treasures.

Piles of Holy Sun Pills were heaped up like small mountains, exuding a criminal allure that made one want to step forward, greedily grab them, and stuff them into pockets.

Such a vast number of Holy Sun Pills had condensed into Holy Sun dragons, coiling and soaring through the air.

Lin Fan swallowed slightly—at a glance, there were at least ten million pills.

Spirit artifacts and Dao artifacts floated one by one in the void.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, then silently closed the stone gate and released the “Demon City.”

At that moment, the spirit artifacts and Dao artifacts suddenly hummed, as if sensing Lin Fan as an intruder, and figures emerged from them one after another.

“Ancient Great Demon, you deal with these artifact spirits; I'll grab the pills.” Lin Fan rubbed his hands together and said.

“Alright.” The Ancient Great Demon's eyes gleamed with a strange light. In his view, every spirit artifact and Dao artifact was food.

With a roar, the Ancient Great Demon lunged at the artifact spirits, intent on devouring them all.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan threw himself onto the Holy Sun Pills, grabbing handful after handful.

“Haha, I'm rich! Oh, there are other pills too. Not bad, not bad. It's been a long time since I leveled up by popping pills. Since I'm tired from fighting, I might as well pop some pills now.” Lin Fan said contentedly.

“Not bad, not bad. This Heavenly King Great Dao Pill tastes sweet.” Lin Fan was living a life of luxury, tossing pills into his mouth as if they cost nothing.

Crispy and crunchy, quite nice.

Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Pill.

Ascension Heaven-Mending Pill.

Three Harmony Fire Dragon Pill.

…

These pills were extremely precious, with all kinds of miraculous effects—pills that would drive ancient tribes and myriad race beings wild.

But to Lin Fan, the experience these pills provided was indeed substantial.

One of the pills could increase cultivation speed tenfold, but in Lin Fan's view, it was utterly useless.

With so many ancient tribes in the Ancient Saint Realm, he couldn't even finish hacking them all down; how could he have time to cultivate?

Bliss…

Lin Fan gradually indulged himself. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed such days.

Outside!

In the distance of Despair City, a strange phenomenon suddenly arose.

A golden cloud drifted swiftly over, crackling with thunder within. Many phantom figures appeared—a dragon tens of thousands of feet long, a giant standing tall between heaven and earth, a god wielding lightning.

War drums thundered, battle intent soared to the heavens.

“Elder Candle Dragon, ahead is Despair City.” Xie Sheng looked at the massive Despair City, a ripple of tension stirring in his heart.

The ancient tribes were extremely ferocious, bloodthirsty and brutal, devouring living beings alive—they were demons among demons.

The six major sects had dispatched a large number of disciples, along with thirty elders, to pin down the ancient tribe army and rescue as many myriad race beings as possible.

The six sects—Ancient Dragon Sect, Horned Heaven Sect, Giant Spirit God Sect, Divine Race Hall, Water God Sect, and others—were extremely concerned about this operation.

They all knew that Despair Marquis was terrifyingly powerful. If Despair Marquis were in Despair City, the tens of thousands of them who had come would likely be left here.

Thus, they had to strike when Despair Marquis was not in Despair City.

“Hmph, this time, I'll make the ancient tribes know the might of I, Mu Longtian.” The imposing Mu Longtian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his battle intent erupted fiercely. This time, he would spread his fame across the entire Ancient Saint Realm.

He would make countless myriad races remember him.

“Senior Brother, our main goal this time is to rescue people; we must not get bogged down in battle.” Xie Sheng said.

“What's there to fear? Despair Marquis isn't in Despair City. What else do we have to be afraid of?” Mu Longtian said.

Xie Sheng glanced at Mu Longtian and finally sighed softly. His senior brother was proud and didn't take others' advice easily.

“Junior Brother Xie, Senior Brother Mu is right. This time, what do we have to fear?” Long Yue'er said from the side.

“Junior Sister is absolutely right.” Mu Longtian nodded calmly, then fixed his gaze straight ahead.

The disciples of the six major sects were all extremely nervous at this moment. This was their first battle against the ancient tribes.

Though there were tens of thousands of them, compared to the ancient tribes, they were insignificant.

Boom!

The golden cloud instantly appeared above Despair City and burst open violently. Thousands of giant clan members roared, their powerful physiques erupting as they transformed into hundred-zhang giants.

The giant clan had astonishing defenses and immense strength. They then plummeted from the void.

“The giant clan is here! Ancient tribes, prepare to die!” The elders of the Giant Spirit God Sect erupted with terrifying auras. They were the vanguard, the shields, blocking the ancient tribes and allowing disciples from other sects to rescue the myriad race beings.

Some disciples of the Ancient Dragon Clan instantly transformed into hundred-zhang or thousand-zhang dragons, roaring ferociously.

Disciples of the Water God Sect manipulated heaven and earth, causing a fine rain to fall continuously. This rain contained infinite power, which could bless the six major sects, healing and enhancing them.

The Divine Race Hall, also known as the Winged Clan, radiated holy light, chanting as mysterious runes drifted between heaven and earth.

Divine script and heavenly sounds filled the void, and the phantom of a sacred paradise floated in the air.

Rumble… rumble.

War drums thundered, battle intent erupted. At this moment, the people of the six major sects unleashed boundless momentum.

“Ancient tribes, come out and… die.” Filled with infinite battle intent and fearless of death, the six major sects were about to roar, but in an instant, they were all dumbfounded.

“This…”

The disciples of the six major sects, who had prepared everything, were shouting hoarsely, but were instantly stunned by the scene before them.

Despair City!

Where had the ancient tribes gone?

The myriad race beings who had been rescued and were in a state of excitement looked at these people in confusion, not knowing what they were doing.

And the six major sects' people also stared at these myriad race beings.

The six major sects had imagined in their minds that when they appeared, the oppressed myriad race beings would surely be ecstatic, seeing them as hope, as the future, as saviors.

But the current situation was not what they had expected.

Not only did they not see a single ancient tribe member, but they were also staring wide-eyed at these myriad race beings, each pair of eyes locked on the other.

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