Chapter 115: The Main Hall of the Lesser Thunder Monastery

“A once-in-five-thousand-years talent achieved just like that?!” Lin Fan was utterly shocked; he had never imagined he would truly succeed.

In ancient times, geniuses emerged one after another, yet those who reached the level of a once-in-five-thousand-years prodigy were exceedingly rare, typically found only within great sects. Only such sects possessed the profound foundation necessary to nurture such a figure. In the present age, it was even more difficult—almost unheard of.

“What secret do you harbor within you? A single drop of this precious elixir has helped me take this leap; it’s simply unheard of.”

Lin Fan ceased his cultivation, inhaling deeply as the divine radiance around him dissipated. The thick energy of heaven and earth flowed into his body like a great whale drawing in water.

“This is the precious elixir? Damn it, this is my accumulation over ten thousand years, I...” The wild ginseng cursed loudly, utterly unprepared for Lin Fan’s sudden move that drained most of its vitality.

“I’ve noted this matter down. I will never shortchange you from now on. I will capture ten-thousand-year-old precious herbs for you to absorb,” Lin Fan said calmly, unaffected by the ginseng’s complaints. Yet, he was not a heartless man; the favor granted today was firmly remembered.

“Ten-thousand-year-old precious herbs? Fine, at least ten plants, or one that’s a hundred thousand years old—otherwise, forget it.”

The wild ginseng sighed. Having followed Lin Fan for so long, it knew well the latter’s character and was not offended by his audacity.

“No problem. I will definitely find them for you,” Lin Fan nodded. The so-called ten plants of ten-thousand-year herbs hardly mattered; even ten could not elevate him to the Sixfold Peak of the Meridian Condensation Realm.

“I’m tired.” A weak voice came as the wild ginseng moved into the Spatial Bag, leaving not a trace of sound.

“Five Qi Returning to Origin, the pinnacle of the sixth layer of Meridian Condensation! Now I should be able to contend with a mid-stage Declining Celestial Realm practitioner,” Lin Fan muttered to himself, his eyes shining brilliantly like a deity awakening, his vast aura surging forth.

A brown bead appeared in his hand—the Bodhi seed. Yet now it was utterly devoid of energy, having long been consumed by Lin Fan.

“From today on, I will do everything to nurture you. The Buddhist sect became a holy land because of you. I want to see if the Three Great Sacred Roots can bring about astonishing fortune.”

Lin Fan murmured to himself as he gently placed the Bodhi seed near his heart, where a broken stone was pulsating continuously.

After the breakthrough, Lin Fan ceased cultivation. Darkness enveloped him completely. Distant howling winds and ghostly wails painted a grim picture, filled with ominous danger.

“Perhaps only the Midnight Little Thunder Sound Temple can reveal its secrets to the world,” Lin Fan mused as he floated down from the Scripture Pavilion, strolling leisurely with utmost confidence. His power was now sufficient; ordinary scoundrels were no match.

At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed in Lin Fan’s mind like thunder, leaving him stupefied, disbelief etched across his face.

“Young Master Lin, come quickly to the main hall of the Little Thunder Sound Temple. I have found the Fallen Immortal Land.”

It was the voice of Yi Xiaoxian. He had no idea how she managed to locate him.

“Found the Fallen Immortal Land?!” The news struck Lin Fan like a storm. This was exactly why he had come to the Little Thunder Sound Temple.

He did not doubt its authenticity. This matter was too significant. Yi Xiaoxian was trustworthy, and her urgent tone suggested she needed help.

“The main hall of the Little Thunder Sound Temple is that place, the former preaching ground of Shakyamuni Buddha. I want to see what secrets lie within,” Lin Fan said expressionlessly, moving forward slowly but actually at incredible speed, vanishing into the moonlight in the blink of an eye.

After a quarter of an hour, the scene changed drastically. A vast aura of gloom spread before Lin Fan, who suddenly froze as he saw a troop ahead.

They were lifeless, like corpses wandering, clad in armor that was universally shattered and exuded overwhelming malevolence—relics from an ancient great war.

“Who are these people?” Lin Fan held his breath, not out of fear but curiosity about their origins.

Soon, the group vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared at all. Yet Lin Fan knew better—they had truly existed.

“What exactly lies within the Little Thunder Sound Temple? Is there a grand conspiracy?” Lin Fan shook his head, dismissing such far-fetched thoughts, and pressed onward toward the temple’s main hall.

“Who dares approach?!” A sharp voice rang out, shaking the void as a figure emerged.

It was a sovereign of the Celestial Realm, lurking here to prevent intruders.

“Greetings, senior. I merely wish to admire the famed Little Thunder Sound Temple and do not intend any rashness,” Lin Fan bowed, suppressing all his aura. To others, he appeared only as a minor character at the sixth layer of Meridian Condensation, unworthy of notice.

“This place is sealed off. Ordinary people may not approach. I see you are a first-time offender; leave now or do not blame me for dealing harshly,” the sovereign said arrogantly before retreating into the void, not sparing Lin Fan a second glance. To him, Lin Fan was too weak; a mere finger could crush him.

Lin Fan showed no emotion. After observing for a moment, he turned and left, appearing truly accidental in his visit.

“What’s going on? The main hall of the Little Thunder Sound Temple is occupied by multiple Celestial Realm sovereigns, yet they haven’t entered the hall itself. Is there a secret inside?” Lin Fan pondered from a distance.

At the same time, a Bodhi seed appeared in his hand. A faint light flashed, and Lin Fan saw not buildings but lines of law.

“So that’s it. The main hall is shrouded by a grand formation. Those people are researching how to break it. Yi Xiaoxian indeed came here and likely has already entered the hall.”

With the Bodhi seed’s aid, no formation could hide; things invisible to ordinary people were laid bare before Lin Fan’s eyes.

Suddenly, his brow twitched. Since he had changed direction, he sensed a familiar aura to the southwest.

“That’s Luohua’s aura?! It seems he’s being chased.”

Lin Fan moved swiftly and vanished from sight. He did not intend to enter the main hall immediately. Although the Bodhi seed allowed silent entry, he was unwilling to take risks. More pressing matters awaited.