Even though he had already begun slipping into madness, the sudden gaze of these cultivators—who had previously ignored him completely—made Li Fan's body stiffen in an instant.
He ceased his senseless whimpering and shifted slightly, attempting to pull away from the weight of all those watching eyes.
Yet he discovered that the gazes of every single cultivator moved in unison with him.
This uncanny sight sent a chill through Li Fan's deathly still heart.
Then, a vicious desperation took hold.
Driven by ruthless panic, Li Fan hoisted a boulder and hurled it viciously toward the Dadao Sect disciple closest to him.
Although the disciple was merely at the Golden Core stage, Li Fan's entire cultivation was currently sealed, rendering him no different from a mortal. He shouldn't have been a match for his opponent.
Yet, faced with Li Fan's sudden assault, the cultivator neither dodged nor evaded.
He simply let the great rock split his head wide open.
With a dull thud, the disciple collapsed to the ground, blood continuously oozing from his mangled skull.
Yet the loss of a life brought about not the slightest change.
The entire Dadao Sect continued to function exactly as before.
"Senior Sister, come out and face me!" Li Fan roared.
Still, the only response was the convergence of countless staring eyes.
Driven mad, Li Fan picked up the boulder again and unleashed his violence upon the next Dadao Sect disciple.
After battering over a hundred people to death in succession, Li Fan was panting heavily, utterly exhausted, and collapsed to the ground.
It was then that Li Fan, lying on the earth, discovered to his horror that the cultivators he had just smashed into mangled flesh were now coming back to life.
Their expressions were entirely normal, as if Li Fan's violent spree had been nothing more than an illusion.
Li Fan stared at his own hands, then glanced at the stone, stained dark and heavy with so much blood, and felt utterly lost.
"Monsters... they're all monsters..." he muttered under his breath.
"Hehe, how could they be monsters?"
Just then, a crisp, melodious voice—one intimately familiar to Li Fan—suddenly rang out.
Li Fan snapped his head up, looking in the direction of the voice.
Yet the sight that met his eyes made his scalp tingle with horror, and nausea churned in his stomach.
For that voice, identical in every way to Senior Sister Zhao's, was coming from the mouth of a plump, middle-aged male cultivator.
Terrified, Li Fan scrambled backward, trying desperately to put distance between them.
"Junior Brother, don't you think I'm beautiful like this?"
The voice came again, this time from behind Li Fan.
Li Fan looked back. This time, it was a young, striking female cultivator with an exquisite figure, gazing at him with deep affection as she spoke softly.
"You've looked at my original face every single day for centuries; you must be thoroughly sick of it by now. Isn't it nice to try something new?" Another voluptuous, alluring cultivator drifted close. Pressing her curvaceous body tightly against Li Fan, she whispered in his ear.
Li Fan turned his head and caught a glimpse of her.
His body shuddered violently.
For her face belonged undeniably to Lady Qingxi, the Dao companion of the former Sect Master of the Dadao Sect.
"Junior Brother, haven't you longed to taste the Sect Master's lady for ages? Didn't you even ask me to disguise myself as her before? This time, she is personally keeping you company. Doesn't that tempt you, Junior Brother?" She licked Li Fan's earlobe, whispering softly.
Li Fan trembled faintly, allowing her wandering hands to trace over him.
After a moment, Li Fan shoved her away with a sudden thrust.
He fled in utter disarray.
Yet soon, a multitude of enchantingly seductive, gracefully swaying female cultivators surged forward in a dense crowd.
Every pair of eyes brimmed with deep passion, longing to ascend to supreme bliss alongside Li Fan.
Moreover, the words slipping from their lips were all delivered in Senior Sister Zhao's voice, brimming with every seductive charm imaginable.
"Tee-hee, I get it now. You think this isn't exciting enough, don't you, Junior Brother?"
"Don't worry, I can have every female cultivator in the entire Dadao Sect come keep you company."
"Among them, there are plenty of sisters, sisters-in-law, even mothers and daughters, masters and disciples..."
...
Just as Li Fan was about to be swallowed up by this sea of female flesh, he abruptly gave up struggling.
He merely slumped despondently to the earth, pounding the ground with his fists and weeping aloud.
"I don't want any Lady Qingxi, and I don't want any sisters!"
"I only want my Senior Sister!"
"Give my Senior Sister back to me..."
Like a child who had lost everything, Li Fan wept in profound heartbreak.
As he cried, his surroundings gradually grew quiet.
One by one, the figures of the female cultivators faded into nothingness.
At last, after an unknown span of time, only a single, slender figure clad in white remained standing alone.
She approached Li Fan and slowly crouched down.
Drawing Li Fan's sobbing, trembling form into her embrace, she murmured softly, "Junior Brother, you'll always be an overgrown child, won't you?"
Li Fan's body froze instantly. He jerked his head up, taking in the face before him.
"Senior... Sister?"
"Good boy..."
Li Fan seized Senior Sister Zhao in a fierce embrace, frantically seeking intimacy from her body.
Nor did Senior Sister Zhao mind Li Fan's disheveled state or the foul odor from being imprisoned for so long.
Like fish and water intertwined, their souls blended in ecstatic communion.
The *Heaven and Earth Mutual Conquest Rhapsody*.
"Back then, we found four cultivation arts in the ruins of the Profound Heaven Sect."
"Apart from the *Heaven and Earth Mutual Conquest Rhapsody* that we dual cultivated, there was the *Soul-Severing Spirit-Illuminating Art* I practiced and the *Heaven-Grieving Earth-Lamenting Scripture* you practiced. That only makes three."
"As for the remaining art, no matter how hard I tried, I could never remember it."
"Over all these years, I even consciously or unconsciously ignored its very existence."
"Senior Sister, the reason you've become like this is because of that art, isn't it?"
After their passionate embrace, the lust in Li Fan's eyes abruptly vanished.
His voice turned cold as he suddenly asked the question.
Senior Sister Zhao was not surprised in the slightest. She stretched languidly and said, "You've finally realized, Junior Brother?
"It really shouldn't have taken you this long."
Pausing for a moment, she spoke the name of the art: "The *Eternal Sole Self Incantation*."
"The *Eternal Sole Self Incantation*..." Li Fan tasted those words, looking out over the mountains and plains where the people of the Dadao Sect were once again reappearing. His gaze grew complicated.
"Senior Sister, was it worth it?"
Senior Sister Zhao sneered. "Worth it? Is there anything wrong with what I am now?
"The One is Me, and I am the All! A thousand people, a thousand forms; tens of thousands of bodies, but a single heart!
"In this life, I have never felt better!"
She rose abruptly, the robes of the Dadao Sect Master manifesting automatically upon her body.
Looking down with haughty disdain, she declared, "I alone am the Dadao Sect!"
As if in distant resonance with her words, every cultivator across the entire Dadao Sect spoke in unison at that very instant:
"I. Am. The. Da. Dao. Sect!"
A tremor ran through Li Fan's heart, but his expression remained unchanged.
"When did it begin? With Ji Changxi?" he asked.
"It was him, yes," Senior Sister Zhao nodded lightly.
"Do you remember when we reported the Immortal Plague and submitted a blood sample?
"Back then, he had already detected traces of the Profound Heaven Sect arts we were practicing."
Chapter 524