The True Immortal’s eyes focused.

Within this shell, countless dark souls are gathered, different from those around them, their eyes glowing faintly, fiercely roaring.

Darkness, hostility, brutality, death, and countless other desperate auras crash down, enveloping this forbidden land’s sky.

Before Lin Fan could speak, several thick, pitch-black Law Chains suddenly extended from behind the Netherworld Corpse, spiraling upwards into the sky, intertwining.

These pitch-black Law Chains represent sin, represent death, forming a mystical connection with this forbidden land.

The Law Chains formed the shape of a door, tearing through the void, from which a colossal, pallid bone hand wrapped in black fog emerged, reaching out toward Lin Fan.

The surface of the bone is imprinted with myriad profound Immortal Patterns, as if each pattern represents an Immortal who perished under this hand.

Throughout endless ages, countless Immortals perished here, unknown to all, but the power of this hand is extraordinary, even a Heavenly Emperor at peak condition might not face it with ease.

Lin Fan calmly clenched his fist, punching forward; the seemingly tranquil space instantly twisted, and without another glance, he continued onward.

As Lin Fan brushed past.

The bone hand shattered.

The pitch-black Law Chains shattered.

The Netherworld Corpse dissipated into fragments.

"Quite frightening."

Lin Fan quickened his pace, creatures here were bizarre and unfathomable, yet terrifyingly powerful, thankfully his own strength was considerable, otherwise it would’ve been truly difficult.

Along the way, he witnessed many strange and fantastical things.

A phoenix with only its head intact, limbs made of bone, soared out from a volcano.

Peculiar fruits rooted on corpses.

Bone trees rooted in the ground.

Such bizarre things failed to capture Lin Fan’s attention; none were what he sought, nor what he desired to find, he pondered whether this forbidden land held anything else beyond these?

Time passed unnoticed.

Perhaps a month, perhaps two, perhaps a year.

In Lin Fan’s line of sight, golden, unknown scriptures formed a dome covering a piece of pure land, where a skeleton sat cross-legged, draped in a gold-gleaming Brocade Kasaya.

Around the skeleton lay nine scriptures, with the texts continuously flowing out, merging into the golden shield.

Lin Fan sensed this skeleton was not lifeless, it still emitted vitality.

He stepped within the shield, sitting cross-legged before the skeleton.

"Hello, can you guide me on my path?" Lin Fan softly inquired.

"Who are you? How have you reached here?"

The Corpse Bone spoke, voice thick yet bewildered, seemingly unable to fathom that someone actually made it here.

"I am Lin Fan; I’m searching for the Heavenly Emperor, and for the river of time, is it possible to extract a point from it?"

"I am not the Heavenly Emperor; you may call me the World Honored One. For one hundred thousand years, thousands of years ago, someone asked me the same question, I informed them the river of time exists, but its location they must find themselves, for I too do not know where it is."

"Someone actually asked the same question..."

Lin Fan remembered the words of Old Immortal Wei, who mentioned that another ancient person had asked his ancestor, yet who was this ancient person?

"Do you know where he is now?" Lin Fan asked.

"I do not know."

A sense of regret rose in Lin Fan’s heart, "May I ask what you have been doing here for one hundred thousand years?"

"I have been searching for the final chance of survival."

"Have you found it?"

"No."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"You cannot help me."

"Oh, thank you for telling me this, I bid you farewell."

Lin Fan refrained from disturbing the long-existing Corpse Bone, it has searched for a chance of survival for one hundred thousand years in this forbidden land, surely with the conviction to find it.

And just before Lin Fan had gone far.

The Corpse Bone’s voice echoed, "Past lives, present life, future, reversing the river of time to return to the past, is it truly that important? The path you walk this life is your future."

"It is important," Lin Fan replied without hesitation.

The Corpse Bone remarked, "Then do you realize, if you truly reverse the river of time, extract a point, how vast the karma you will bear? Every element in existence changes because of you, even the World Honored One’s ten-thousand-year karma from searching for the final chance of survival suffices to render you condemned to eternal damnation."

Upon hearing this.

Lin Fan’s expression revealed not a trace of fear, rather a smile of ease and leisure.

"Is that so?"

"Then let it come."

"I am not afraid at all."

"All karma in myriad forms, I am willing to bear everything, I will not regret."

Gradually, Lin Fan’s silhouette faded into the distance.

The Corpse Bone sighed helplessly.

He, the World Honored One, entered the forbidden land, reaching here only after blood and flesh dissolved, enduring hardships, facing death nine times, did not expect someone in future generations would arrive safely, proving their profound cultivation, which he could not contend with.

Otherwise, he would have long since vanquished them.

How could he let them find the river of time.

If truly reversed, then all his efforts would be for naught, wouldn’t they?