Chapter 517: I Am the Great Dao Sect

Although already somewhat deranged, Li Fan's body stiffened instantly as he found himself suddenly stared at by the cultivators who had previously ignored him. He ceased his meaningless whimpering and subtly shifted his body, attempting to move out of the spotlight. However, he discovered that every cultivator's gaze moved with him. This eerie sight sent a chill through Li Fan's desolate heart, inciting a desperate resolve.

A surge of malice spurred Li Fan to pick up a stone and hurl it furiously at the nearest Daoist Sect disciple. Although the disciple was merely at the Core Formation stage and Li Fan’s cultivation was completely sealed, making him no different from a mortal and thus no match for his opponent, the cultivator neither dodged nor avoided Li Fan's sudden attack. Instead, he allowed the large stone to smash his head open.

With a thud, the disciple fell to the ground, blood slowly oozing from his mangled skull. Yet, the loss of a life brought no discernible change. The entire Daoist Sect continued to function exactly as before.

"Senior Sister, come out and see me!" Li Fan roared. Still, only countless gazes converged in response. Driven by a frenzied despair, Li Fan picked up the stone again and began assaulting the next Daoist Sect disciple.

After smashing over a hundred people to death, Li Fan, panting heavily, finally collapsed onto the ground from sheer exhaustion. It was then that Li Fan, lying prostrate, was horrified to discover that the cultivators he had just bludgeoned into bloody pulps had, unbelievably, come back to life.

Their expressions were completely normal, as if Li Fan's recent violent acts had merely been an illusion. Li Fan stared at his own hands, then at the stone, now dark and steeped in too much blood, and was overcome with a sudden bewilderment.

"Monsters... they're all monsters..." he couldn't help but whisper to himself.

"Hehe, why would they be monsters?" Just then, a sweet, clear voice, exceedingly familiar to Li Fan, suddenly rang out. Li Fan abruptly lifted his head, gazing in the direction from which the sound had come.

However, the sight sent shivers down his spine, even making him feel nauseous. For that voice, utterly identical to Senior Sister Zhao's, had astonishingly emanated from a middle-aged, corpulent cultivator.

Terrified, Li Fan stumbled backward repeatedly, trying to distance himself. "Junior Brother, don't you think I look beautiful like this?" The voice once again drifted from behind Li Fan.

Li Fan turned to look, and this time it was a young, beautiful female cultivator with a graceful figure, gazing at him with deep affection as she spoke slowly.

"You looked at my original face every day. After several centuries, you must have grown weary of it, right? Isn't a change refreshing?" Another voluptuous and alluring mature female cultivator slowly approached. She pressed her curvaceous body tightly against Li Fan, whispering into his ear.

Li Fan twisted his head, casting a quick glance. His body involuntarily trembled. For the woman's face, strikingly, belonged to Lady Qingxi, the former Daoist Sect leader's Dao-companion.

"Junior Brother, haven't you yearned for the taste of the Sect Leader's wife for a long time? Didn't you even ask me to transform into her appearance before? This time, my true form is personally accompanying you. Junior Brother, aren't you tempted?" She licked Li Fan's earlobe, whispering softly.

Li Fan trembled slightly, letting the other's exploring touches continue.

After a moment, Li Fan abruptly shoved her away and fled in disarray.

But soon, a multitude of charming and graceful female cultivators continuously swarmed him. Their eyes were all filled with deep affection, yearning to reach ultimate bliss with Li Fan.

Furthermore, everything they uttered was Senior Sister Zhao's seductive voice, full of extreme provocation.

"Hehe, I see. Junior Brother, you find the game not thrilling enough." "It's alright, I can have all the female cultivators of the Daoist Sect join you. Among them, there are quite a few sisters, sisters-in-law, and even mothers and daughters, or masters and disciples..."

Just as Li Fan was on the verge of being submerged by a sea of female cultivators' bodies, he suddenly ceased his struggles. He simply slumped to the ground in despair, pounding the earth with his hands and bursting into bitter tears.

"I don't want any Lady Qingxi, nor do I want any 'sister flowers'." "All I want is my Senior Sister." "Give me back my Senior Sister..."

Like a child who had lost everything, Li Fan was utterly heartbroken.

As he wept, his surroundings gradually quieted. The figures of the female cultivators steadily vanished. Eventually, after an indeterminate amount of time, only a lone, graceful figure in white remained.

She approached Li Fan, slowly crouching down. She gently drew Li Fan's sobbing, trembling body into her embrace.

"Junior Brother, you'll always be like a child who never grows up."

Li Fan's body suddenly stiffened. He abruptly lifted his head, clearly recognizing the face before him.

"Senior... Sister..."

"There, there..."

Li Fan clutched Senior Sister Zhao tightly, frantically seeking intimacy from her. Senior Sister Zhao showed no disdain for Li Fan's long confinement, his unkempt state, or his strange odor. Their bodies merged like fish and water, their souls entwined in a divine union, performing the "Heaven and Earth Intertwining Ode."

"Back then, within the Xuantian Sect ruins, we discovered four cultivation methods," Senior Sister Zhao began. "Besides the 'Heaven and Earth Intertwining Ode' which we dual cultivated, there was the 'Soul Severing Divine Art' that I practiced and the 'Heaven's Sorrow, Earth's Grief Scripture' that you practiced. That's only three in total." "I can't for the life of me remember what the fourth cultivation method was. In fact, over the years, I've consciously or unconsciously ignored its very existence."

"Senior Sister, you've become like this because of that cultivation method, haven't you?" After their passionate intimacy, the lust in Li Fan's eyes abruptly vanished, replaced by a sudden, cold question.

Senior Sister Zhao, however, showed no surprise. She stretched languidly, saying, "Junior Brother, have you finally figured it out?" "It really shouldn't have taken you this long." She paused, then uttered the name of the cultivation method: "The 'Myriad Ages, Only I' Art'."

"'Myriad Ages, Only I' Art'..." Li Fan savored these words, his gaze complex as he looked at the Daoist Sect members slowly reappearing across the mountains and plains.

"Senior Sister, was it worth it?"

Senior Sister Zhao scoffed, "Worth it? Is there anything wrong with me as I am now?" "One is me, and I am all. A thousand people, a thousand bodies; a myriad, one heart! I have never felt better in my life!"

She abruptly rose, the Daoist Sect leader's robes automatically appearing on her. Looking down with an air of disdain, she declared, "I alone am the Daoist Sect!"

As if in distant echo, all the cultivators within the Daoist Sect, at that very moment, spoke in unison: "We are the Daoist Sect!"

Li Fan's heart quaked at the sound, yet his expression remained impassive.

"When did this begin, Ji Changxi?" he asked.

"It was him," Senior Sister Zhao nodded gently.

"Do you remember when we reported the Immortal Plague and submitted blood samples?" she asked. "At that time, he detected traces of the Xuantian Sect cultivation methods we practiced."