Invincible starts with predatory terms

Yang Fan quickly stepped forward and helped Ling Tian up, saying to him, "Fellow Daoist, you understand righteousness deeply, willing to give up your treasure to us. How can we bear such a great gift from you!"

Ling Tian only smiled wryly and said, "I know that I am troubled by inner demons, living in this land of pleasure, unable to go out and fight alongside you two. I am also very ashamed. Fellow Daoist Yang, there's no need to say such things."

Afterwards, Yang Fan and Hun Huan exchanged some words with Ling Tian in his residence and then left. After all, the matter of the Kaitian Cauldron had been resolved, and there was no need for them to stay here any longer. Although Yang Fan and the others admired Ling Tian's actions, from now on, the two of them would ultimately not be on the same path.

After leaving Ling Tian's residence, Yang Fan and Hun Huan returned to their residence in the Xuantian Domain. At this time, twenty-two days had passed since they arrived in Ascension City, and they had eight days left before they would leave this place to participate in the real Six Domains War.

During this time, everyone in the Xuantian Domain was also stepping up their cultivation. Even someone as leisurely as Xi Qing often secluded himself in his room to cultivate, rarely going out to play.

Apart from the people from the Xuantian Domain, the other powerful figures and contestants from the other domains were also working hard in seclusion. Whether it was due to the influence of the battle between Yang Fan and Hun Huan at that time, or for some other reason, Ascension City had been particularly quiet these past few days.

During this time, Yang Fan had hardly gone out. He had been in seclusion in his room, consolidating the third Kaitian Cauldron he had just obtained. After obtaining this third Kaitian Cauldron, Yang Fan already had three Kaitian Cauldrons in his mind, namely Sequence Eight, Sequence Three, and Sequence Seven.

After obtaining these three Kaitian Cauldrons, Yang Fan's strength had reached a new level. He firmly believed that if he were to fight Hun Huan again at this time, he would definitely be able to win easily.

Soon, the twenty-fifth day arrived.

Yang Fan realized that even if he continued to cultivate in this place, he would not achieve anything significant. So, after many days, Yang Fan walked out of his room for the first time, feeling the long-lost sunlight and air outside. Yang Fan felt physically and mentally refreshed. Then, Yang Fan saw that Xi Qing and the others were all cultivating in their own rooms, so he didn't disturb them. He walked alone on the roads of Ascension City. Ascension City would have to leave this place in five days. Although he had only stayed in this place for a short month, this month had given Yang Fan a lot of feelings.

Now that he was about to leave, there was still a trace of excitement in his heart.

As Yang Fan walked, he came to the North District, saw the ancient monument where they had participated in the trial together, and saw the arena where they often competed. Then, he continued to walk forward and reached the back of the North District, where he discovered a temple.

It is said that this temple, along with the arena and the ancient monument, are collectively known as the "Three Wonders" of the North District. Among these three wonders, it seemed that only this temple had Yang Fan never set foot in.

Now that he was about to leave, Yang Fan also planned to go inside and take a look.

Yang Fan understood in his heart and said, "This Ascension City is indeed not simple. I have never carefully comprehended the statue in the temple. This time, because of the Zhuxian Sword, I must observe it carefully."

Then, Yang Fan walked slowly to the front of the statue. The table in front of the statue was full of offerings. Yang Fan took three incense sticks from the side, quietly bowed to the statue, and then placed the three incense sticks on the platform in front of him. Then, he began to carefully observe the huge statue.

The statue had fangs, blood-red eyes, six arms, each holding a different weapon, and a pair of horns on its head.

"I have never seen anyone worship this kind of statue in a temple," Yang Fan said secretly in his heart. "How can this statue be a fierce god no matter how you look at it? What temple would worship this kind of god?"

Then, according to the thread emitted from the Zhuxian Sword in his sea of consciousness, Yang Fan looked towards the statue along the direction of the thread and found that the thread penetrated into a string of huge Buddhist beads hanging around the statue's neck.

Yang Fan carefully looked at the string of Buddhist beads and found that there was nothing different. Yang Fan thought for a while, and then used the power of his divine sense to invade the Buddhist beads. At first, it was fine, but after a long time, he felt that his divine sense began to vibrate. Yang Fan immediately realized that something was wrong and wanted to withdraw his divine sense, but found that there seemed to be a strange suction force in the Buddhist beads, constantly sucking Yang Fan's divine sense into it. Yang Fan realized that something was wrong and wanted to use all his strength to pull out his divine sense, but just when he used all his strength, the suction force increased again, and then Yang Fan's divine sense fainted and he passed out.

When Yang Fan woke up again, he found that he had been sucked into the Buddhist beads.

Yang Fan was a little anxious at this time, but his expression changed in an instant, because he realized that he had come to the space of the Buddhist beads, and the Zhuxian Sword in his mind was vibrating even more violently.

Yang Fan thought to himself, since I'm already here, and I can't find a way to get out for the time being, I might as well go forward and see what is attracting the Zhuxian Sword in my mind?

So, Yang Fan followed the guidance of the Zhuxian Sword and kept walking forward. After walking for about an incense stick of time, Yang Fan came to an altar.

This altar, if it is said to be an altar, is more like a sword mountain. On a mound of earth dozens of feet high, countless broken swords and remnant swords were inserted.

As soon as Yang Fan stepped into this place, he seemed to be able to feel the cold sword energy eroding his body. Yang Fan bowed slightly, so that the cold sword energy of the Zhuxian Sword in his mind was forced out of his body. Only then could Yang Fan carefully observe this sword mountain.

Yang Fan walked all the way towards the top of this Jian Mountain, and finally, after a while, Yang Fan walked to the top of this Jian Mountain, and found that there were no broken swords or remnant swords on the top of this Jian Mountain, only a complete sword, which was heavily inserted on the top of this Jian Mountain.

When Yang Fan came to the top of this Jian Mountain, the vibration of the Zhuxian Sword also came to the strongest time.

Yang Fan knew that the sword was what the Zhuxian Sword wanted to find.

Then, Yang Fan condensed his divine sense and took a closer look, and found that the sword was simple and unadorned, exuding a desolate aura. Then, Yang Fan saw two words on the hilt of the sword, Xianxian (Sinking Immortal).

Yang Fan silently read these two words in his heart, and looked at the Zhuxian Sword in his sea of consciousness. A doubt and guess flashed in his mind, "Could it be that this Xianxian Sword and the Zhuxian Sword in my sea of consciousness were originally a set?"