As the bead appeared, Duan Beishan's expression instantly changed!
The true qi within his body surged out uncontrollably, and the room instantly became several degrees colder!
He had a similar bead within him!
These two beads were personally planted into the bodies of him and his brother by their father back then.
Duan Beishan still clearly remembered their father's words.
"When this bead leaves your body, it means your life has utterly ended."
Now that his brother's bead had appeared here, did it mean...
Duan Beishan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then extended his trembling right hand to receive the bead.
After injecting his true qi, a spectral image appeared in the room.
Duan Minggui entering the Evil Flame ruins with his men, then encountering Ye Fan and the others.
And finally, his death at the hands of the little demoness...
Although he had already understood his brother's fate, seeing this scene completely sent Duan Beishan over the edge!
They had become orphans when they were very young, and they had supported each other to get to this point.
His brother was his only kin in this world, the last shred of softness in his heart.
Let alone scolding or hitting, he couldn't even bear to say a harsh word to him!
This was also why Duan Minggui, despite his mediocre strength, managed to live so comfortably in Ge City.
Anyone who had provoked Duan Minggui had been secretly eliminated by Duan Beishan!
But now, his brother was dead!
Killed by that detestable woman!!!
Unforgivable!
This woman must die!
And those around her must die as well!
Duan Beishan thought this because the blue bead was somewhat special.
It not only possessed recording functions but also formed a peculiar connection between the brothers.
In the eyes of others, the scene just now was merely an image, at most recording the event.
But Duan Beishan, relying on this special connection, could vividly feel everything that happened in the image.
It was as if he himself were Duan Minggui, personally experiencing it.
And from this connection, he learned the little demoness's cultivation level—Void Comprehension tenth layer.
This cultivation, to a Void Refinement realm cultivator like him, was indeed nothing.
Although he was only at the first layer of Void Refinement, it was still a major realm higher than Void Comprehension! This gap was an unbridgeable chasm!
In his eyes, the little demoness at Void Comprehension tenth layer was no different from a Qi Refining novice.
Both were beings he could crush with a flick of his hand!
Death was their only outcome!
No!
They couldn't be allowed to die too easily!
He wanted them to suffer a fate worse than death, to endure torment far more terrifying than death for eternity!!!
Evil Flame Ruins.
Time flickered by, and five days passed.
During his time in Ge City, Ye Fan had also collected a considerable number of obscure historical records and biographies.
For the first two days, he had leaned back in his chair reading these things. Unfortunately, he read them too quickly, leaving him with nothing to read now.
For the next three days, Ye Fan simply took out paper and pen to write and draw.
For instance, the inspirations and ideas for crafting pills and artifacts that had emerged from this experience.
Although he rarely practiced these skills himself now, it didn't dampen his interest in research.
Perhaps in his initial reincarnations, Ye Fan had learned these skills under the system's guidance out of necessity for survival.
But over time, these things had completely integrated into his instincts.
It was possible that turning hobbies into work could make one lose their original interest and passion.
However, if a person honed a certain skill to its extreme, the external factors such as fame and status brought by these things would, in turn, continue to ignite their strong passion and interest.
Ye Fan's situation was somewhat like this.
Having interacted with these skills for ninety-nine lifetimes, they were deeply ingrained in his soul.
Therefore, when bored, he enjoyed pondering these matters.
This was not difficult to understand.
Ordinary people might choose to play games or go out with friends to relax.
But when a top student is tired from studying a subject, they would usually choose to do exercises from other subjects to relax their minds...
As Ye Fan completed his final formula derivation, a previous concept was finally fully realized.
Although it had not yet been put into practice, he knew it would definitely work.
The little demoness and the others still showed no signs of activity, likely because each of them had gained something from their experiences.
"Hoo—"
Ye Fan stood up and stretched, preparing to go outside the main hall for some fresh air.
As he passed by the entrance again, Ye Fan instinctively glanced at the Evil Flames beside it.
Those black flames continued to burn tirelessly, as if everything happening around them had nothing to do with them.
After releasing his spiritual power to carefully sense them, Ye Fan nodded.
There was no mistake, this certainly contained components of the Netherworld Soul Flame!
The Netherworld Soul Flame was a special flame originating from the demonic realm, its properties primarily manifested in mental attacks.
This was also why even the little demoness couldn't withstand it previously, while Ye Fan remained completely unaffected.
After all, his spiritual sea was simply too monstrous, to an extent that others could not even imagine...
Not to brag.
Even the great deities of the divine race would be no match for Ye Fan in terms of their spiritual seas.
And it would be a completely defenseless situation...
Besides that, the Netherworld Soul Flame also had excellent auxiliary effects for skills like alchemy and artifact forging.
It was just that in addition to the Netherworld Soul Flame, the Evil Flame also contained one or more other flame components.
Ye Fan was unsure of the specifics, perhaps they were unique to this continent.
However, judging by their performance, they were very similar to the Netherworld Soul Flame.
The various flames seemed to coexist harmoniously, showing no signs of repulsion.
Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
In the past, he had spent a thousand years to obtain a single Netherworld Soul Flame.
The entire process was incredibly perilous, and he had nearly died several times.
Now, with so much Netherworld Soul Flame right before him, his heart remained undisturbed...
Life is truly unpredictable...
What a shame...
The system, because it was too weak, had absorbed too much at once, leading to its current semi-dead state.
If he were to try and absorb these Evil Flames to deal with that damned system, it might backfire.
Because once the damned system reacted, it could slowly absorb them bit by bit, essentially providing it with massive power storage...
This losing trade was absolutely out of the question!
After walking dozens of feet, Ye Fan stopped by a river.
Seeing the river, the soul of a fisherman naturally stirred.
As for whether he would catch any fish or something terrifying?
Ye Fan: I enjoy the process; the outcome is not important!
However, Ye Fan felt he had a good chance this time—perhaps he would see monstrous fish with fangs dart out of the water and then fall back in.
This was a signal!
There were indeed fish in this river, and quite a lot of them at that!
Ye Fan felt that even a blind cat would stumble upon a dead mouse, and he would catch at least one or two today!
Ever since he left the former stronghold of the Purple Cloud Sect, Ye Fan had not caught a single fish.
It was as if a curse had befallen him, vexing him to this day!
And today!
I!
Ye Fan!
Will break this curse with my own hands!!!
A few minutes later, the fishing line moved!