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

"Oniki!!!!!"

The Fire Source itself suddenly raised its head and let out the most shrill, desperate, and defensive roar of its life!

The roar was filled with endless regret and anger, and even the tone of the voice was broken, like the cry of a night owl crying blood.

"You treacherous, despicable man who gave birth to a son without an anus!!!"

"You beastly scum!!!"

"I curse your ancestors for eight generations!!!"

Yelled.

A powerful cultivator in the Refinement stage who was once high above others and regarded all living beings as ants, completely abandoned all dignity and composure at the last moment of his life, and hysterically cursed at the air like a shrew.

He was furious.

His composure was completely shattered at that moment!

"puff!!!"

A mouthful of purplish-black reverse blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs and remnants of divine soul, gushed out from the mouth of the Fire Source True Being like a fountain, shooting up more than three zhang high, turning into a rain of blood that sprinkled all over the altar.

Due to extreme anger and mental collapse, the last bit of vital energy he had been using to sustain his life dissipated with a roar!

"Cluck...cluck..."

The Fire Source itself made a few meaningless gurgling sounds in its throat. It stared intently with its bulging eyes, filled with resentment and unwillingness that it could not close its eyes.

Suddenly, extremely dazzling blood-red light shone from the five Zhenyuan nails, frantically devouring his remaining body.

This time, he didn't even have time to lower his head.

He remained frozen stiff on the altar, his head tilted back in a rage, eyes wide open, cursing at the sky.

Their souls and spirits were annihilated.

Life was cut off.

I was so angry I died.

……

Inside the golden bowl.

In the quiet room, Chen Fan stared expressionlessly at the pair of lifeless eyes reflected in the shimmering mirror.

Finally, a cold, indifferent smile slowly curved the corners of his mouth.

"Now, they're truly dead."

Chen Fan waved his sleeve, dispelling the shimmering mirror surface.

The eunuch Wei standing next to him was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a duck egg, and he didn't come to his senses for a long time.

"Eunuch Chen... it has to be you!" Eunuch Wei swallowed hard, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at the old eunuch!

"You drove a Void Refinement expert to the brink of death from anger... Your heart is even blacker than that bastard Black Emperor's..."

Chen Fan ignored Eunuch Wei's evaluation and then a thought struck him!

On Blackstone Square, deathly silence, like solid lead blocks, pressed heavily on every inch of the broken void.

The corpse of the Fire Source, which had been enraged to death, remained frozen in a stiff posture with its eyes wide open and cursing at the sky, firmly nailed to the altar's array eye by five dark golden Zhenyuan nails.

All around, the remains and fragments of four half-step Void Refinement old monsters were scattered all over the ground, and the pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of burning flesh was nauseating.

In the void, a tiny speck of dust flickered and transformed into a streak of azure light.

"Whoosh!"

Chen Fan's figure finally stepped out from the golden bowl.

"Eunuch Chen, is he really dead this time? Look at his eyes, they're almost bulging out. Tsk tsk, he died with his eyes wide open." Eunuch Wei also crawled out of the golden bowl. As soon as he landed, he couldn't help but rub his hands together, his eyes shining as he stared at the storage bags scattered on the ground.

Chen Fan remained silent, his gaze fixed on the corpse of the Fire Source True Body. His left hand still gripped the hilt of Eleven's sword tightly, showing no sign of letting up despite the disappearance of the other's vital signs.

"In the cultivation world, there are countless secret techniques such as possession, feigning death, and astral projection. Even if a Void Refinement Realm expert's physical body dies, who knows if he has any other tricks up his sleeve?" Chen Fan's voice was icy, revealing an undeniable rationality. "Before going out to collect the items, examine the body first."

"An autopsy? How do you do that?" Eunuch Wei was taken aback.

Chen Fan did not answer, but instead gave the answer through his actions.

"Clang!"

Eleven swords were drawn, their sharp rings ringing out.

Chen Fan did not approach the altar, but stood a hundred feet away and suddenly flicked his wrist.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Dozens of gray-white sword energies, carrying the concepts of cause and effect and life and death, transformed into an impenetrable sword net, sweeping towards the corpse of the Fire Source True Body and annihilating it!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

A chilling sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.

The Fire Source's withered body was instantly pierced with dozens of holes. His limbs, chest, and even his head with its wide-open eyes were all pierced by the sword energy, and black blood gushed out from the wounds, staining the stone slabs of the altar red.

"Oh my goodness! Eunuch Chen, you're too cruel! The man was already dead, and you still want to turn him into a beehive?" Eunuch Wei shrank his neck and gasped.

"Not enough."

Chen Fan remained expressionless, slapped his storage bag with his right hand, and a flying sword radiating extreme cold shot out.

This was a top-grade magic weapon he had seized at the Nascent Soul stage.

"go!"

Chen Fan pointed his fingers like a sword, and then pointed at the air.

The icy flying sword transformed into a streak of blue light, piercing with unparalleled precision into the Fire Source's brow and sea of ​​consciousness!

Immediately afterwards, under Chen Fan's control, the flying sword churned wildly inside his skull more than a dozen times, turning the already scattered brain marrow into a complete mess before breaking out of his body and flying back into Chen Fan's hand.

"Not only is his sea of ​​consciousness empty, but not even a trace of his primordial spirit remains."

Chen Fan closed his eyes, activated the Freeze Technique to its maximum, and carefully scanned the riddled corpse three more times with his divine sense. Only after confirming that the Fire Source's physical body was completely dead, with no possibility of even a resurrection, did his tense shoulders relax slightly.

"He's really dead now." Chen Fan let out a long breath and sheathed Eleven.

"Phew... Eunuch Chen, your excessive caution has truly broadened my horizons." Eunuch Wei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "That old monster is incredibly unlucky to have met you. He'll be whipped even after he dies."

"Caution is the key to longevity. Let's go collect our spoils."

Chen Fan took a step and slowly walked towards the altar.

He first came to the pile of minced meat and remains.

This is the place where four half-step Void Refinement level monsters—Master Xuangu, Old Woman Qiandu, Ironclad Corpse King, and Ghost-Faced Scholar—fell.

With a wave of his sleeve, Chen Fan unleashed an invisible force that swept up the dust on the ground and precisely snatched the four blood-stained storage bags into his hands.

Then, he flashed to the top of the altar.

Looking at the mutilated corpse riddled with holes in front of him, Chen Fan unceremoniously reached out and ripped off the dark red storage bag from the waist of the Fire Source True Body.

Having obtained the storage bags from the five old monsters, Chen Fan did not rush to check the treasures inside. Instead, he stuffed all the storage bags into his own pocket.