Chapter 1116 - Legendary Combat Strength

Time flowed like water. Nine years passed in the blink of an eye.

In that span, countless events unfolded, both great and small, across the Tianwu Continent and the isolated Myriad Demon Islands.

Naturally, the Tianwu Continent saw more frequent, larger, and more sensational events.

However, none of it concerned Chen Fan.

For nine years, he sat cross-legged like a statue before the wooden door in the depths of the Sacred Demon Palace Hall, immersed in comprehending the power of law.

He had already mastered ninety-five threads of law and was just five threads away from reaching Lesser Legendary level combat strength.

Time marched on; another three years slipped by.

One day, Chen Fan trembled suddenly, his statue-like stillness shattered. Twin streaks of light burst from his eyes, slicing through the air.

Finally, after cultivating for twelve years, he had finally awakened.

“A hundred and ten threads of law...” Chen Fan muttered.

From his initial seventy law threads, he had reached a hundred and ten law threads—making him as strong as a Lesser Legendary realm expert—after cultivating for twelve years.

If others knew he had taken just twelve years to achieve this, their jaws would drop in disbelief. For most, such rapid progress was unimaginable.

“I wonder how much time has passed? Time to go.”

Chen Fan’s eyes flickered. Then, he stood up, and the dust on him fell lightly.

The Bodhi Ancient Tree had been empowering him ever since he entered the Sacred Demon Palace Hall. He had been in an ethereal state, forgetting about the world, himself, and everything in between.

Therefore, he had no idea how long he had spent cultivating.

There aren’t any strange movements from the Immortal Draft Token. From the looks of it, it hasn’t been fifteen years yet

. Chen Fan muttered in his heart.

When he’d arrived at the Myriad Demon Islands, fifteen years still remained until the assembly. His Immortal Draft Token still hadn’t shown any changes, which meant that the Immortal Draft Assembly had yet to start. Had the token reacted, it would have awakened him.

Regardless, he had no reason to continue.

His purpose for coming to the Myriad Demon Islands was to borrow the power of the Sacred Demon Palace Hall to gain Lesser Legendary combat strength. With a hundred and ten law threads, he had even surpassed the minimum threshold.

Although his combat strength was at the level of a newbie Lesser Legendary realm expert, Chen Fan was confident that he could even fight experts with up to a hundred and thirty law threads, all thanks to his monstrous potential.

He walked toward the entrance and saw many familiar faces along the way. Twelve years later, most had barely progressed. Many remained stuck, their growth minimal.

These people’s hearts stirred slightly again when they saw Chen Fan walk past them, but they eventually let out a sigh and closed their eyes, continuing to comprehend the laws.

Chen Fan’s departure didn’t draw attention.

The competition on the Myriad Demon Islands was too fierce, especially at the peak of the demonic mountain. The intensity of the competition here was the fiercest.

He didn’t flaunt his new strength. Instead, his figure blurred and swept down the demonic mountain.

Swish.

Cao Shi was still guarding the entrance to the peak of the demonic mountain. Seeing Chen Fan sweeping over like a gust of wind, he called out lightly, “Oh, Chen Fan, are you done cultivating?”

Chen Fan stopped and said with a nod, “I’m done, but how long was I up there?”

Cao Shi and the other guard were both slightly taken aback before they laughed and said, “You really are a martial fanatic, forgetting time itself. It’s been twelve years.”

“Twelve years, huh...” Chen Fan was also surprised. He had thought it was just a few.

Time indeed flew while immersed in cultivation.

“Alright, take care. I’ll be going down first.” Chen Fan cupped his fists at Cao Shi and flitted away without any further ado, heading down the demonic mountain.

Twelve years had passed while he cultivated. The Immortal Draft Assembly was just three years away. It was the right time to return to the Tianwu Continent.

“I wonder if Shitong and the others are still on the Island of Myriad Demons?” Chen Fan’s eyes flickered, descending the demonic mountain even faster.

......

At an expansive mansion on the Island of Myriad Demons:

This mansion was the Xuan Mansion.

Years ago, Xuan Shitong, Demon King Xuan Ting, and the others had come with Chen Fan to the Island of Myriad Demons, buying the property as a temporary base.

Unexpectedly, Chen Fan’s seclusion went on for twelve years.

Xuan Shitong, Demon King Xuan Ting, and the others did not return to the Xuan Ting Demonic Island. Instead, they summoned more sect members and expanded the residence into what was now Xuan Mansion.

In the last twelve years, Demon King Xuan Ting, Xuan Shitong, and the others’ cultivation have improved tremendously.

Chen Fan had given a lot of cultivation resources to Demon King Xuan Ting. Using them, the demon king’s cultivation had advanced to the ninth-level Manifestation realm, while Xuan Shitong had also reached the sixth-level Manifestation realm.

Aside from them, Tu Shan, Jin Xingzi, and the other Manifestation realm demon lords had also improved by leaps and bounds.

It was this collective strength that allowed them to maintain a foothold in the fiercely competitive Island of Myriad Demons.

A beautiful figure stood in the attic of the Xuan Mansion.

This woman had a graceful bearing and was dressed sexily. Her long cloak fell on the clean green jade floor.

She wore no shoes, her long, pale legs and delicate feet framed by the green jade floor.

It was Xuan Shitong, famed as the witch-princess of the Xuan Ting Demon Sect—an object of countless dreams.

“Leaning against the attic, listening to the wind and rain. Who knows of my yearning for my beloved?” A faint smile flashed in Xuan Shitong’s enchanting eyes, looking incomparably charming.

Outside, the drizzle evoked a quiet melancholy.

“Your Highness.”

Soft steps approached. A cold beauty arrived and said gently, “Your Highness, the Demon King asked you to leave.”

𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

“Leave?” Xuan Shitong shook her head lightly. Looking at the drizzling scene in front of her and that tall demonic mountain, she said softly, “What use is there in leaving? It’s useless! Moreover, what if he comes down and I’m not here to meet him?”