Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Sure enough, the moment Chen Fan finished speaking, the situation outside finally changed.

On the fourth day.

The source of fire finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"Click-clack..."

On the altar, the Fire Source's withered fingers bent slightly, emitting a grating sound of bones grinding together.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the cunning and scheming in his deep-set eyes were gone, replaced by a kind of hysteria driven to the brink of despair.

"You little beast! Since you won't come out, then I'll kill this ant first and suck his blood and flesh to prolong my life!"

The Fire Source roared, knowing he couldn't wait any longer. If he waited any longer, he didn't know if Ghostwood would even appear, but he would definitely be sucked to death by the Zhenyuan Nails.

He had no choice but to deal with the masked scholar in front of him first, and use the flesh and blood of a half-step Void Refinement cultivator to forcibly suppress the backlash of the Zhenyuan Nail, and incidentally recover a trace of his strength.

"Die!"

Despite the excruciating pain as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart, the Fire Source himself suddenly raised his right hand.

"Buzz!"

A ball of infernal flame, no bigger than a fist but so dense it was almost black, condensed in his palm. This was all the power he could currently muster; there were no fancy tricks, only the purest laws of destruction.

Almost at the same instant that the Fire Source made its move, the Ghost-Faced Scholar, who had been lying on the ground "playing dead," suddenly sprang up as if he had risen from the dead.

"You old dog! You think I'm really afraid of you?!"

The masked scholar let out a piercing shriek. He knew that now that the fire had been started, it was a fight to the death.

Escape is no longer an option; only a desperate fight offers any chance of survival.

"The Ghostly Hand of the Underworld, Devouring Souls and Stripping Away Spirits!"

The masked scholar poured all the remaining spiritual and mental energy in his body into his only remaining right arm.

His entire right arm instantly swelled up, his skin turned deathly pale, and countless twisted, wailing ghost faces appeared on it.

There was no probing, no defense.

Two old monsters, both on their last legs, engaged in the most primitive and brutal hand-to-hand combat in this dilapidated square.

"Bang!"

The black infernal flames slammed into the masked scholar's chest, instantly enlarging the already deep, bone-revealing hole, even carbonizing his internal organs.

"what!"

The masked scholar let out a scream that was not human, but he did not retreat an inch. His pale right arm, covered with ghostly faces, plunged into the abdomen of the Fire Source True Form like a sharp spear!

"Rip!"

A mournful ghostly howl echoed within the body of the Fire Source True Body, as the ghostly hand frantically tore at the Fire Source True Body's internal organs and meridians, even attempting to directly seize his primordial spirit.

"Get out of here!"

The Fire Source True Body was in so much pain that his face was contorted. He never expected that this half-step Void Refinement scholar would launch such a fierce counterattack in his dying moments.

He brought his left hand together like a knife, carrying the last trace of the law of fire, and slashed fiercely at the masked scholar's neck.

The masked scholar didn't dodge at all. He opened his blood-stained mouth and bit down on the shoulder of the Fire Source True Form, holding on like a mad dog.

The two of them wrestled and fought at the edge of the altar.

Gone were the earth-shattering magical clashes and the unfathomable battles of laws.

At this moment, they were like two street thugs, biting, grabbing, and banging their heads together!

Blood, bits of flesh, and bone fragments splattered continuously between the two.

Every move is an exchange of injury for injury!

Every strike is a suicidal attack.

"Old dog! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" The Ghost-Faced Scholar's right eye had already been gouged out by the Fire Source itself, but he was still frantically tearing at the Fire Source's flesh.

"Ant! You dare to say that!"

The true form of the Fire Source was ultimately a Void Refinement expert, whose physical strength far surpassed that of a half-step Void Refinement expert.

After a fierce battle that lasted for the duration of an incense stick's burning, the Fire Source finally found a weakness.

"die!"

He slammed his head into the masked scholar's nose!

Taking advantage of the scholar's momentary dizziness, his withered right hand, like an eagle's claw, fiercely gripped the scholar's throat.

"Snap!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack.

The masked scholar's throat was crushed.

His frantically tearing ghostly hand suddenly froze, then fell limply to the ground. His only remaining eye stared intently at the source of the fire, its gaze filled with resentment and despair, before finally extinguishing its life force.

The four half-step Void Refinement cultivators were completely wiped out!

"Huff... huff..."

The Fire Source True Body released its grip, letting the Ghost-Faced Scholar's corpse slump to the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He looked ten times more miserable than before.

His abdomen was ripped open, a large chunk of flesh was torn from his shoulder, and there wasn't a single part of his body that was unharmed. The five Zhenyuan Nails, taking advantage of his battle, had once again penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

But he won.

"Blood... I need blood..."

The Fire Source itself trembled as it reached out, trying to absorb the remaining blood energy from the Ghost-Faced Scholar's corpse.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the corpse...

His movements suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, his body convulsed violently, and a large mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth like a fountain.

"No... I am not reconciled..."

The Fire Source itself let out an extremely faint wail, and the ghostly fire in its eye sockets flickered twice before going out completely.

His withered body, as if it had lost all support, fell straight backward and crashed heavily onto the altar.

He was completely lifeless.

Life was cut off.

This time, it seems he is truly dead.

……

Inside the golden bowl, in the quiet room.

Wei Gonggong stared wide-eyed at the Fire Source itself, lying motionless on the altar, reflected in the shimmering water.

"Dead? Eunuch Chen, is that old monster really dead this time?" Eunuch Wei rubbed his hands excitedly. "All four half-step Void Refinement cultivators are dead, and the Void Refinement old monster has perished along with them. We've truly become the beneficiaries this time!"

"These magical treasures on the ground, the storage bag, and the old monster's source of laws—we've struck it rich!"

Eunuch Wei turned around excitedly, only to find Chen Fan still sitting cross-legged on the futon, his face eerily calm.

Instead of forming the hand seals to leave the golden bowl, his left hand pressed firmly on the hilt of Eleven's sword!

"Eunuch Chen, what's wrong? Why aren't you out looking for bargains?" Eunuch Wei asked in confusion.

Chen Fan remained silent. He activated the Fixed Word Technique to its maximum, his divine sense scanning the corpse of the Fire Source 100 inch by inch through the golden bowl.

There was no breath left; it was true.

It is true that life has been cut off.

Even the sealing runes on the Zhenyuan Nail became dim and lifeless because they lost their target for absorption.

Everything proves that this once invincible Void Refinement expert has completely perished.

but……

Chen Fan's gaze involuntarily fell on the right hand of the Fire Source True Body, which hung down at its side.

Upon closer inspection, the hand was less than an inch away from the masked scholar's corpse.