Chapter 682: Blood-Colored Giant Mountains

"I didn't expect the Crimson Moon Blood Demon Sect to send people here. What exactly exists in this secret realm that has attracted so many major powers?" said the Shakya Venerable with slight confusion. This seemingly ordinary secret realm—could it be that some heaven-defying treasure had appeared?

"What the hell is the Crimson Moon Blood Demon Sect?" Lin Fan asked.

There were too many powers in the Ancient Saint Realm; apart from a few, he really didn't know the others.

"This Crimson Moon Blood Demon Sect is very powerful. It is said that its sect leader is not a creature of the myriad races, but a Crimson Moon Abyss Demon, immensely strong and ruthless. Whenever it appears, it brings a storm of blood and wind, and no one can defeat it," the Shakya Venerable said with a sigh.

"Have you seen it?" Lin Fan asked, looking at the Shakya Venerable's expression as if he were telling the truth.

"No, I heard it from others," said the Shakya Venerable.

"You believe whatever others say without seeing it yourself. Can't you have some independent pursuit?" Lin Fan was already fed up with this bald monk.

"Benefactor, I wonder if you have heard a saying," the Shakya Venerable said, taking a deep breath. Now that he needed something from the other, he had to hold back.

"What saying?"

"If you don't listen to the elder's words, trouble will be at your doorstep," said the Shakya Venerable.

"Get lost!" Lin Fan didn't want to say anything more to this bald monk. He looked ahead. The recent tremor had attracted two groups of people. If there really was some heavy treasure here, these people wouldn't be the ones to come. It seemed these fellows were just cannon fodder, sent to scout things out.

"Benefactor, the Primordial Wood is really in that direction. Are you sure you won't go?" said the Shakya Venerable.

"Not going." How could Lin Fan satisfy this bald monk's wish? He had been caught off guard by the monk's move earlier, allowing him to show off perfectly—something Lin Fan couldn't tolerate.

Lin Fan looked at the bald monk, only to find that instead of being pained, he seemed quite excited.

"In that case, Benefactor, let's continue destroying. Attract more heavily sinful beings, and we'll split fifty-fifty. How about that?" the Shakya Venerable said excitedly.

The more powerful the beings converted, the more faith they would provide.

Especially the two ancient tribes he had just converted; their cultivation was not weak, even stronger than the beings in his Cave Heaven Buddha Land.

Through years of effort, the Shakya Venerable had finally elevated his Cave Heaven to the 'Buddha Land' realm.

But to raise 'Buddha Land' to 'Buddha Realm,' with the current beings in his Cave Heaven, there was no hope in a lifetime.

"Destroy your sister! We've destroyed so much here and only attracted a few guys. Let's move forward, deeper," Lin Fan said.

"The benefactor speaks sense!" The Shakya Venerable's brow relaxed upon hearing this. Changing locations after each hit—who would come to the same place again?

Lin Fan didn't say anything more to the Shakya Venerable and flew ahead.

"Soul Separation."

At that moment, Lin Fan silently made his primordial spirit enter stealth mode, then detached from his body and headed toward the direction of the Primordial Wood.

For Lin Fan, he had already believed what the bald monk said.

Though he denied it verbally, he truly believed it inside.

But even so, Lin Fan wouldn't go himself. He directly sent his primordial spirit to suppress and collect the Primordial Wood.

"Benefactor, I just felt a gust of wind," the Shakya Venerable suddenly stopped, his expression strange.

"It's your illusion." Was this bald monk a radar? He could sense it even in stealth mode. What a damn pain.

Lin Fan's heart ached now. He wanted to create a commotion to attract a bunch of big bosses and scare the bald monk away, making things much easier.

Unfortunately, the ones who came were all weaklings, easily suppressed without any pressure.

Secret Realm.

"It seems a great battle took place here," Nangong Huang said, looking at the shattered scene before him with a grave tone.

"Probably those two fellows came in, encountered something, and fought. But it's good—let them charge ahead while we reap the benefits," Xing Wanjun said with a smile, though he looked warily at Mu Manfeng beside Nangong Huang.

Earlier outside, he hadn't expected Mu Manfeng to be so strong, overwhelming Yu Liutian with absolute force.

This kind of strength made them cautious. If they really found some treasure here, it was hard to say whether Mu Manfeng would seize it and kill them.

They had originally planned to join forces and kill Mu Manfeng, but given the current situation, Nangong Huang had clearly decided to side with Mu Manfeng.

If the three of them joined forces, it was hard to say whether Nangong Huang would help Mu Manfeng, and then the situation would be bad.

Thus, the three exchanged glances, each harboring their own schemes.

Especially for Yu Liutian, he couldn't bear losing, and losing so miserably.

The moment that despicable guy stepped on him, Yu Liutian swore to the heavens that he would make that bastard die without a burial place.

"Let's be careful," Nangong Huang said, and then the five continued forward.

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"Benefactor, look below. Under this dense wood spiritual energy, even the earth has become a spirit," the Shakya Venerable said with a sigh, seeing a patch of land constantly shaking as boulder-sized stones combined to form a stone giant.

"The Primordial Wood here is very rich. Over time, it's normal for things to cultivate successfully," Lin Fan said, slapping down and grabbing the stone giant into his Cave Heaven.

"Benefactor, why didn't you say something before acting? I was just about to convert it," the Shakya Venerable said, pained that he had been too slow again.

"Too slow on the draw," Lin Fan said with a chuckle.

"There's another one ahead. Benefactor, don't compete with me," the Shakya Venerable said, his heart aching, but then he saw another stone spirit ahead and rushed forward eagerly, casting his technique to convert it, as if someone would snatch it away.

"Damn, even a being at the first level of Divine Heaven doesn't escape. A bald monk is indeed a bald monk—leaving nothing behind wherever he goes," Lin Fan said with a sigh.

"Buzz!"

Just then, Lin Fan suddenly felt a wave of power, dark and extremely strong.

"Benefactor, look at those five blood-colored giant mountains," the Shakya Venerable exclaimed.

"I see them. Don't make a fuss," Lin Fan said helplessly. Five such big mountains—did he think I was blind?

"It's this aura. Earlier outside, the evil aura I sensed was this one," the Shakya Venerable said, his expression turning serious.

"Benefactor, we'd better not go. The aura there is somewhat eerie," the Shakya Venerable said, his mind sensing fortune and misfortune with an innate intuition.

This was a sensation only achievable when Buddhist cultivation reached an extremely high level.

"You can leave if you don't want to go. I'm going to check it out," Lin Fan said. How could he not go? Seeing the bald monk's tense expression, Lin Fan felt a surge of joy.

If he could make the bald monk back off, that would be best.

Besides, even without the bald monk, Lin Fan would go. Entering a secret realm and finding a strange place—there was no reason not to investigate.