Chapter 1171

Chapter 1171: Rivers Forming from a Hundred Streams

Xu Fan sighed upon hearing the sarcastic number.

“From now on, the Xuanhuang aura won’t be as important,” Xu Fan said, raising his head and calmly gazing toward a specific direction in the star region.

“Grape, inform the disciples to stop suppressing their cultivation. They can now advance to Golden Immortal.”

“Understood, Master.”

Not long after, the star region where Hidden Spirit Island was located began to tremble, and the people on the island seemed to hear the roaring sound of rushing water from deep within the star region.

In the sky, a phantom image of the River of Time appeared, followed by more such images materializing above the Hidden Spirit Sect.

Over a hundred disciples emerged into the sky, ready to face the onslaught of the River of Time.

“Over a hundred cultivators simultaneously breaking through to Golden Immortal—I didn’t expect the scene to be so spectacular.”

At that moment, the phantom images of the River of Time seemed to resonate with one another and began to merge slowly.

Eventually, they transformed into a River of Time half the size of the one Xu Fan had once summoned.

The over a hundred disciples stood within the River of Time, collectively enduring the Golden Immortal Tribulation.

Meanwhile, the River of Time in the sky, as if guided by some force, expanded by fifty percent, its waters surging even more violently.

Xu Fan observed the changes in the River of Time, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Master, the causal fluctuations emitted by the River of Time will undoubtedly attract the Tianbei Saint.”

“I hope you prepare early,” Grape’s voice echoed.

“It’s fine. Let him come,” Xu Fan replied nonchalantly.

The massive river formed by over a hundred images of the River of Time radiated a terrifying aura, its endless waters crashing toward the more than a hundred disciples.

The disciples undergoing the tribulation within the River of Time all furrowed their brows, struggling to withstand the relentless assault of the river’s currents.

The sect’s disciples watching from below couldn’t help but marvel.

“The combined power of these over a hundred disciples breaking through to Golden Immortal still doesn’t match half of what the Grand Elder faced back then,” Xiong Li remarked.

“This just shows how immense the Golden Immortal Tribulation the Grand Elder endured truly was,” Qian Bing added.

At that moment, whether triggered by these hundred disciples or not, over ten more disciples began to break through to Golden Immortal.

The giant River of Time’s momentum grew even stronger.

According to Xu Fan’s calculations, those undergoing the tribulation were enduring twice the burden of his original great catastrophe.

Yet Xu Fan didn’t act hastily; he simply watched quietly from the side.

When he saw a disciple reach their limit and struggle to hold on, Xu Fan cast a powerful primordial defense spell on them.

Just as Xu Fan was about to watch the disciples complete their tribulation, a massive oppressive force suddenly enveloped Hidden Spirit Island.

“Master, the Tianbei Saint has arrived,” Grape reminded him.

“I know~”

Xu Fan waved his hand, adding a layer of protection for all the disciples in the River of Time to ensure they could safely pass through the Golden Immortal Tribulation.

He then slowly stood up and stepped out into the star region beyond Hidden Spirit Island.

“You got here pretty quick, faster than I thought you would,” Xu Fan said, eyeing the Tianbei Saint.

“You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed just to deal with you,” the Tianbei Saint replied, his eyes filled with venom.

To cut this karma short, he’d had to cash in a small favor from a Great Saint.

As the Tianbei Saint spoke, the surrounding star region turned into a sea of deadly poison.

To Xu Fan, it felt like this toxic ocean could eat away at everything—space, time, even the Three Thousand Paths seemed to blur within it.

A massive world, entirely made of poison, began to form, swallowing up thousands of nearby star regions.

By now, the Tianbei Saint had vanished completely, becoming the will of this poisonous realm.

The endless poison started to eat away at Xu Fan and Hidden Spirit Island.

“Honestly, picking a fight with someone like you over a Primal Spiritual Treasure was a bad move.

Too bad there’s no turning back now.”

“A top-tier human talent like you is about to fall, and I might never set foot in the Three Thousand Realms again.”

As the Tianbei Saint spoke, Xu Fan and Hidden Spirit Island were swallowed by the poison.

Xu Fan’s expression turned odd, almost like he couldn’t believe what was happening.

“You’re a Sage, and this is the best you’ve got? Creating a world out of poison? I don’t even know what to say,” Xu Fan said, shaking his head.

“Say what you want, you’re done for,” the Tianbei Saint’s voice echoed from the poison.

“Master, hurry! Hidden Spirit Island can’t hold out much longer,” Grape’s voice called out.

“Alright, alright,” Xu Fan said, though he’d been planning to drag this out a bit longer.

By now, giant beasts made of poison were forming in the sea, the strongest of them radiating a quasi-saint aura.

Xu Fan raised his hand, a spark of spiritual light appearing at his fingertips. He tapped the air lightly.

The entire poison world suddenly felt like a powder keg.

The endless poison seemed to turn into gunpowder.

The whole thing exploded like a massive firecracker in the star region of the Three Thousand Realms.

Meanwhile, Huang Shan, who was busy entertaining a kid at the Yuanshi Sect, suddenly looked up toward where Hidden Spirit Island had disappeared.

“That kid sure knows how to make a scene,” Huang Shan said with a laugh.

Then, hearing the sound of kids fighting in the distance, he hurried off to break it up.

By now, nearly half the Great Saints in the Three Thousand Realms had their attention fixed on the massive toxic explosion.

“That aura… it’s Tianbei. Wonder who he’s ticked off this time,” some clueless Sages muttered.

With a deafening boom, Xu Fan and Hidden Spirit Island reappeared in another star region.

“Turning yourself into a world? That’s a pretty lame move,” Xu Fan said, shaking his head with a grin.

He’d blown up the poison world. It wouldn’t kill the Tianbei Saint, but it would definitely mess with his origin.

“Still not strong enough. If I were, I’d have taken Tianbei down for good,” Xu Fan said, a hint of regret in his voice.

Even though he’d reached the Great Luo Saint level, and his fighting strength had improved massively, taking down a saint-realm powerhouse was still nearly impossible. At best, he could damage their origin.

“At least things should be quiet for a while,” Xu Fan said, relaxing as he gazed at the starry river.

Just then, a giant python made of poison burst out of a space crack, coiling around Hidden Spirit Island.

It opened its massive mouth and swallowed the island whole, then vanished, wrapped in a force that didn’t belong to the Three Thousand Realms.

Hidden Spirit Island reappeared in a strange, unknown space.

Here, Xu Fan realized he couldn’t sense the Three Thousand Realms at all.

He was sure of one thing: they were far, far away from the Three Thousand Realms now.