NOVPUB"Xingwang brother, it’s me, Morubin." This time, before he even arrived, Morubin hastily greeted first.
However, Li Fan just snorted coldly, "If you want to get close, you should at least recognize the right person first!"
Having said that, he once again launched an attack on the newly formed incarnation of Morubin in his sea of consciousness.
Although he couldn’t call upon the divine consciousness power of other cultivators, relying solely on the myriad thought demons, the attack was still extraordinary.
But after all, there was a big difference compared to the previous strike that crushed Morubin. To cover it up, Li Fan deliberately pretended to be somewhat hesitant.
"Hold your hand, Xingwang brother!" Morubin easily resolved the attack.
Sensing Li Fan’s hesitation, he quickly continued, "I know your memory might be a bit lost, but you should still have some impression of the various events at the Mystic Sky Sect, right?"
"Mystic Sky Sect..." Li Fan’s assault seemingly slowed down as he pondered.
Seeing this, Morubin’s face showed delight.
"Wrong! There is no such thing as Mystic Sky Sect! There is only the Supreme Red Dust Merciful Immortal!" Suddenly, Li Fan’s expression changed, and he stared coldly at Morubin.
Above the sinister ghostly vault of heaven, the image of the Faceless True Immortal Statue slowly emerged.
Like a great sun, it dispelled the darkness, illuminating the world.
"Mystic Sky Statue?!" Morubin, seeing this statue that had been missing from the world for a long time, became even more certain of his judgment.
"Bold heretic! How dare you misinterpret the Supreme Red Dust Merciful Immortal!" Li Fan’s eyes revealed a touch of madness, and the entire Divine Consciousness Phantom seemed to be stirred, shaking violently incessantly.
The myriads of demons were glaring at Morubin with fierce and ferocious expressions.
"Xingwang brother, don’t hurt one of your own! This..."
"The Crimson Compassionate Immortal Statue is, in truth, the Mystic Sky Statue!"
"You and I are of the same family!" Morubin tried to soothe Li Fan.
"Family?" Upon hearing this, Li Fan’s state of frenzy somewhat subsided.
"So you’re a devotee of the Supreme Red Dust Merciful Immortal as well?" He looked at Morubin with some suspicion and asked.
Caught off guard, Morubin was speechless, but seeing the tendency of Li Fan to go mad again, he could only nod helplessly, "Uh, something like that."
"Hmph, then why didn’t you say so earlier!" Only then did Li Fan completely let down his guard.
In a moment, all the myriad demon gods and the Blood Moon above disappeared.
On a vast expanse of white nothingness, only Morubin and Li Fan stood facing each other.
"How come I’ve never seen you before? Could it be that the True Immortal has other Tao Lineages left in other places?"
"Hm? That’s not right, didn’t I come to find you not long ago?"
"Who are you? No, who am I?"
Li Fan, who was quite all right a moment before, started showing signs of madness again.
Morubin frowned secretly, "These symptoms seem to be much worse than before. But the aura of the Techniques is exactly the same. It definitely can’t be wrong..."
"Xingwang brother, no matter what happened in the past, it’s fine as long as our goals align." Morubin then tried to awaken Li Fan.
Li Fan paused slightly, "Goal?"
Then he realized, "That’s right! Heavenly Dao is obscure, the Tao of True Immortals is unseen in the world. I must restore order from chaos, and let the name of the Merciful Immortal shine in the world again!"
As he said this, the Faceless Stone Statue in the sky, as if it sensed Li Fan’s words, began to emanate a faint golden glow.
Upon seeing that golden light, Morubin’s expression changed drastically.
Subconsciously, he moved a little further away.
Looking at Li Fan, whose expression was somewhat hazy, he hesitated for a moment, but still spoke out to attract the other’s attention.
"With our great task unfinished, how can we have the face to meet a True Immortal? Brother Xingwang, let’s wait for the day when the way of the True Immortal truly restores, and then we can ask for recognition of our accomplishments," said Mo Rubing in a deep voice, with an implied meaning.
Upon hearing this, Li Fan immediately showed respect, "Younger brother, is your enlightenment actually higher than mine?"
Hearing the other address him as a younger brother, Mo Rubing didn’t object.
Back in the sect, Sun Xingwang indeed used to address him that way.
"It seems he hasn’t completely lost his mind," Mo Rubing thought to himself.
Li Fan looked at Mo Rubing with a serious expression, "But what you said also makes some sense. Without making significant achievements, indeed, we have no face to meet the True Immortal so frequently."
Muttering to himself, the influence of the Faceless Stone Statue in the sky also dissipated.
Only then did Mo Rubing slightly relax.
"Brother Xingwang, do you have any recollection of the other brothers and sisters within the sect?" Seeing that Li Fan’s emotions had stabilized, Mo Rubing asked.
"Hm?" Li Fan’s brows immediately furrowed tightly.
He seemed to fall into deep recollection.
"The others..."
The expression on Li Fan’s face kept changing as he repeated several names under his breath.
"Yu Zhen, Old Cui, Xuanyuan Big Brother..."
"Xuanyuan? Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan..."
After that, he kept repeating the name Xuanyuan, and the previously calm sea of consciousness began to stir once again.
Seeing that he couldn’t get anything more out of him, Mo Rubing had no choice but to give up.
"Alright, Brother Xingwang. Let’s leave the past for later; I want to ask you about the [Descent of the Divine] incidents in the Various States—it was your doing, wasn’t it?"
Li Fan proudly said, "Indeed! Now, there are thirty-six thousand five hundred and thirteen cultivators entirely within my control. Under the influence of my divine consciousness day and night, they will soon become faithful followers of the Supreme Red Dust Merciful Immortal!"
"In such a short time, already a crowd of thirty thousand! Unifying all under heaven is also just around the corner!"
Mo Rubing slightly shook his head, "The Alliance of Thousands of Immortals has already taken this matter very seriously. Knowing it might be the work of Brother Xingwang, I took the initiative to handle this, to give you a warning."
"Cease your actions, Brother Xingwang. Thirty thousand cultivators are already quite a number, and if things get more serious, it will inevitably lead to the involvement of other Dharma Transmitters. You might even risk exposure by then," Mo Rubing advised.
Li Fan however, outright rejected the idea, "Cease my actions? Why should I? I lurk in the shadows, unnoticed by anyone. [Descent of the Divine] is like wild grass that, once burned, regrows with the spring breeze. Under the heavens, who can do anything to me?"
Li Fan’s tone was quite arrogant.
Mo Rubing sighed, "It’s not that the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals is truly powerless against it. It’s just that the situation has not yet reached a corresponding level."
"If you continue like this..."
"Think about it, if I could find your consciousness through the bodies of those cultivators. Other Dharma Transmitters can surely do the same."
Although Li Fan was portraying a mad cultivator, he was not foolish.
He didn’t argue and fell into deep thought.
Then looking at Mo Rubing, as if he had remembered something, he suddenly said, "So you have indeed taken over the body of that Dharma Transmitter."
Mo Rubing was slightly startled, "Brother Xingwang, have your memories recovered?"
Li Fan, with a serious expression, didn’t answer directly but urgently said to Mo Rubing, "The only way to find Xuanyuan Big Brother is through the sect’s most treasured Mystic Sky Treasure Mirror. You must find a way..."
