"Wait, don’t kill me."
"I know of many treasures, many opportunities, even an opportunity to become a Divinity Transformation."
"As long as you spare me, I can tell you everything."
"All the treasures on me are yours."
At this moment, the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist saw Jiang Fan’s figure, and he couldn’t help but shout, trying to plead for his life.
After all, he was a Nascent Soul Perfection Cultivator and didn’t want to die a miserable death here.
He didn’t even want to die without knowing who his enemy was.
"No need."
Jiang Fan looked at the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist indifferently, his vast Primordial Magical Power infusing into the Primordial Talisman Pen.
At the instant the power was infused into the pen, its tip erupted with dazzling golden light, the brilliance condensing into a sharp light blade as if to tear the sky apart.
This chilling light seemed to make the heavens and the earth tremble, as if an unparalleled Immortal Sword had been unsheathed.
"How is this possible? That’s the Primordial Talisman Pen."
"How did you manage to master the Primordial Talisman Pen?"
Seeing this scene, the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist was both shocked and enraged.
Now he finally realized who his assailant was—it was indeed the remnant of the Primordial Talisman Sect.
Hundreds of years ago, he had conspired with the cultivators of the Celestial Secret Mansion to destroy the nascent Primordial Talisman Sect, leading to the complete fall of its many disciples, without exception.
He originally thought this matter had ended decisively, with no chance for the Primordial Talisman Sect’s resurgence.
But now, he realized that he had underestimated the foundation of this Ancient Sect, and underestimated the Primordial Talisman Pen.
In merely a few centuries, they had managed to cultivate a terrifying Nascent Soul Cultivator, even stronger than the previous Sect Leader of the Primordial Talisman Sect.
Bang!
Before he could react, the Primordial Talisman Pen exploded with a terrifying golden light, like a Sword Aura, carrying a world-shattering force, slicing through the void like a golden lightning bolt, causing the ground to shatter inch by inch, echoing with a piercing roar.
"Am I really going to die just like this? So easily?"
The Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist struggled desperately, trying urgently to summon his life-bound magical treasure.
Unfortunately, in the face of this supreme sharpness, his defensive magical treasure was easily pierced like thin paper, and his Protective Spiritual Light dissipated instantly, crumbling.
The golden light shot directly at the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist, tearing him and his Nascent Soul apart, consuming flesh and soul wherever it passed, leaving only devastation in its wake.
Before dying, the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist looked at Jiang Fan, who appeared calm and incredibly young, and his heart was a stormy sea; he seemed to witness the rise of a terrifying figure.
Such a young Nascent Soul Cultivator, he had never heard of before; surely in the future, he could reach Divinity Transformation.
Once he becomes a Divinity Transformation Cultivator, one can only imagine the threat he would pose to the Celestial Secret Mansion.
He also remembered the prophecy of the Celestial Secret Mansion back then, which said the mansion would be destroyed by the Primordial Talisman Sect.
He used to think it was just a joke; the prophecy must have been wrong.
But now it seemed the prophecy might not be wrong.
A cultivator capable of threatening the Celestial Secret Mansion indeed appeared in this era.
He had hoped to send this message back so that the Divinity Transformation Ancestors of the Celestial Secret Mansion would be wary.
Unfortunately, it was already too late; he had no opportunity to send any message back.
With a bang, his entire body and Nascent Soul completely vanished, turning to dust.
"Was the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist killed just like that?"
The Primordial Talisman Pen was a bit dazed.
Even now, it still could not quite believe it.
For hundreds of years, it had yearned day and night for revenge, to kill the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist.
But it also knew how difficult that would be.
After all, the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist was a Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul Cultivator, protected by the Celestial Secret Mansion.
Dealing with the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist was equivalent to dealing with many Divinity Transformation Cultivators of the Celestial Secret Mansion.
It initially thought that to succeed in its revenge, it would at least have to wait for Jiang Fan to become Divinity Transformation, and even then, it was just a slim chance.
Because if the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist went into hiding, dealing with the entire Celestial Secret Mansion would be necessary for a successful vendetta.
But now, Jiang Fan had merely returned to the Inheritance Land once.
And he effortlessly killed the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist.
It was like casually stepping on an ant on the roadside, with no effort at all.
To be honest, this left the Primordial Talisman Pen bewildered and speechless.
"Hmm."
Jiang Fan nodded, sensing the complete dissipation of the opponent’s aura, evidently dead beyond any doubt.
He, however, didn’t share the sentimentality of the Primordial Talisman Pen.
To him, the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist was merely a common enemy.
Dare to block him, and he would be crushed underfoot.
The opponent merely happened to be an enemy of the Primordial Talisman Sect.
Encountering the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist in the Inheritance Land was probably not a coincidence.
The power of destiny brought them here to face each other, determining a victor.
This also signified the end of the Ten Thousand Talisman Daoist’s destiny.
Boom~~
Just then, a large piece of information suddenly entered the depths of his sea of consciousness: "You encountered the ruthless Nascent Soul Cultivator of the Celestial Secret Mansion. After a deadly battle, you finally killed these formidable enemies and survived by luck, gaining one and a half million Luck Points and a First-Grade Opportunity."
Perceiving this information, Jiang Fan smiled slightly, his heart filled with joy; he had finally overcome this catastrophe, and his gains were immense.