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Chapter 205: Great Roc Rises with the Wind

Li Fan's chosen outpost realm had the lowest rental price: eight thousand contribution points per year. Although small in scale, its unique scene greatly appealed to him. It wasn't a beautiful immortal landscape but rather a realm built upon a gigantic left hand made of white bones. The surroundings were an expanse of dark, desolate space, with the colossal bony hand floating in the endless void. According to Immortal Venerable Zimao, the concept for this scene originated from the "Immortal" who, with a single thought, created the entire Fallen Immortal Realm.

After discussing with Immortal Venerable Zimao and agreeing to an initial thirty-year lease with payments every ten years, a business contract was signed, and the transaction was completed. Li Fan transferred sixty-four thousand contribution points and, at the same time, received a storage ring. Inside the ring were three items: a small white bone left hand, ten white bone fingers, and a jade slip.

Li Fan picked up the jade slip and, after reading it for a moment, immediately understood its use. The small white bone left hand served as the control hub for the outpost realm; by initiating a ritual with it, one could enter and gain supreme authority over the realm. The ten white bone fingers were the so-called mediums.

He set up the ritual in the Heavenly Profound Mirror, placing four items representing clothing, food, shelter, and transport in the four corners, while the white bone left hand was suspended in the center. "Fortune and Life, Heavenly Venerable of the Profound Yellow!" Li Fan silently chanted.

Having recently brought back the *Purple Cloud Soul-Searching Art* from the Fallen Immortal Realm, Li Fan was still under restrictions and could not re-enter that realm. However, entering the outpost realm posed no issue. The four items, along with the white bone left hand, emitted a faint glow. A slight dizzy sensation came over him, and in an instant, Li Fan felt his surroundings transform.

An ancient and desolate aura permeated the air. Five enormous white bone fingers pointed diagonally towards the sky. Li Fan stood at the base of the palm bones; compared to the colossal hand bones, he was like an ant. "If I hadn't been mentally prepared, I might have been startled to see this scene for the first time," he mused. "Excellent. It'll definitely be enough to fool those kids." Li Fan nodded in satisfaction.

With a thought, he instantly appeared on the thumb bone, where the magic array for entering the Fallen Immortal Realm was set up. Su Xiaomei and the others didn't need it for now, and it couldn't be discovered by them. With a wave of his hand, Li Fan concealed the magic array. Afterward, he explored the entire area, ensuring no traces that could reveal information were left behind. Only then did he exit this space.

"The stage is set. It's time to invite the actors to perform," he thought. "Although they are still young, cultivating immortals should start from childhood. Having spent so many contribution points, I need to recover the costs soon."

After making some preparations, Li Fan immediately left Myriad Immortals Island and headed straight for the Separation Realm.

At this time, the capital of the Separation Realm was enveloped in a faint sense of despair. Months had passed since the date agreed upon with the immortal master for receiving supplies, and the supplies had long been collected. However, the immortal master had not appeared. The volcano in the center of the Separation Realm seemed to have become increasingly active recently, with dense black smoke billowing directly into the sky, clearly visible even from the capital city, thousands of miles away. The court officials looked bleak all day, and the emperor of the Separation Realm lost his appetite.

Rumors had secretly spread in the capital that the immortal master had abandoned the Separation Realm and that its destruction was not far off. Although the emperor used swift and decisive measures to execute all those who dared to spread rumors, finally curbing their propagation speed, he could not stop the spread of despair.

Amidst this oppressive atmosphere, a strange event occurred one day in Great Li. In the dark of night, a meteor illuminated the sky, then flew towards the imperial palace, striking the palace where morning court was usually held. It created a deep pit, and the palace was reduced to ruins. Fortunately, it happened late at night; besides a few guards sustaining minor injuries, there were no other casualties.

Afterward, the emperor personally supervised the excavation and discovered that the meteor from that night had remained perfectly intact. What left the officials of Great Li perplexed and discussing animatedly was that this so-called meteor was actually a left hand made of white bones. It was translucent like jade and remarkably divine. Although the emperor knew this bone hand was certainly a treasure, he studied it for a long time without understanding its purpose. Ultimately, he could only give up, ordering it to be placed in the deepest part of the treasury under strict guard.

One night, after the commotion about the bone hand had gradually subsided, at the Ye Residence in the capital, Ye Feipeng jolted awake from a nightmare, his forehead covered in sweat. His nine-year-old face was full of terror, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for breath.

Only after his emotions calmed down did he sense that something was amiss. He gazed blankly at his small body and the surroundings, which were both familiar and strange. Ye Feipeng's eyes were filled with confusion.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" A maid from the adjacent room heard the commotion and rushed in, having only thrown on a jacket. "It's nothing, you may leave!" Ye Feipeng dismissed her, then massaged his temples, feeling his mind in chaos. "Was it a dream? Or rebirth?"

Just moments ago, Ye Feipeng had experienced a long and vivid dream. In the dream, ten years later, he was taken out of the Separation Realm by an immortal master and settled on Liuli Island. After five years of cultivation, he finally dispelled the miasma from his body and successfully guided qi into his system, becoming a true immortal cultivator.

Unfortunately, the life of an immortal cultivator was not as good as he had imagined. It was even far less carefree and joyous than being a dissolute young master in the Separation Realm. He toiled like an ox or horse every day, and it took him a year to finally accumulate enough contribution points to buy cultivation techniques. Just as he was feeling smug about breaking through to the middle stage of Qi Refinement in only three years, an earth-shattering event occurred in the Cloudsea. It completely changed his values.

"Crimson Flame burns the sea, Haobo unites with the Dao." Ye Feipeng clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging into his flesh, but he didn't care at all. He carefully recalled the immortal cultivators' post-event reconstruction of this epic event, afraid of missing any details. "Cultivating for sixteen years, Golden Core slays Dao Integration. Achieving the youngest Dao Integration Heavenly Venerable in history." Ye Feipeng's eyes were filled with jealousy and ambition.

"Using the Cloudsea as leverage, seize the critical moment of the great battle between the five Divine Transformation Immortal Lords and Crimson Flame, and steal the achievements," he thought fiercely. "If Zhang Haobo can do it, why can't I? As long as I go to the immortal cultivation world ten years earlier, with countless opportunities from my memories and foreknowledge, I might just be able to replace him and become a Dao Integration Heavenly Venerable who dominates an entire province! Instead of toiling in cultivation for decades, only to be casually slapped to death by a passing Nascent Soul cultivator like an ant. This should not be my fate, Ye Feipeng!"

Ye Feipeng's eyes were bloodshot, and countless thoughts intertwined in his mind. Suddenly, he felt an intense pain in his head, could no longer endure it, and everything went black as he fainted. Beside him, Li Fan's figure slowly emerged in the night.

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