Chapter 964: Feigned Madness Is Not True Insanity

“Brother Xingwang, it’s me, Mo Rubin.”

Before his arrival, Mo Rubin hurriedly greeted first.

Li Fan only let out a cold snort. “If you want to get close to someone, at least make sure you recognize the right person first.”

With that, he once again struck at the Mo Rubin clone that had just taken form within his sea of consciousness.

Although he could not draw upon the divine sense power of other cultivators, relying solely on the myriad thought-born demons and gods, his attack was still formidable.

However, it was far weaker than the previous strike that had shattered Mo Rubin’s will. To hide this, Li Fan deliberately acted hesitant.

“Brother Xingwang, wait! Do not attack!” Mo Rubin easily dissolved the offensive.

Sensing Li Fan’s hesitation, he quickly continued, “I know your memory may be fragmented, but you should still have some recollection of the Xuantian Sect from back then, right?”

“The Xuantian Sect…” Li Fan’s assault slowed as if he were lost in thought.

Seeing this, Mo Rubin’s face lit up with joy.

“Wrong! There is no such thing as the Xuantian Sect! There is only the True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion!”

Suddenly, Li Fan’s expression shifted, his cold gaze locking directly on Mo Rubin.

Above the eerie, ghostly firmament, the image of a Faceless True Immortal Stone Statue slowly emerged.

Like a blazing sun, it dispelled the darkness and illuminated the world.

“The Xuantian Statue?!” Upon seeing the long-lost statue, Mo Rubin became even more certain of his deduction.

“How dare you, heretical fool, distort the teachings of the True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion!”

A hint of madness flashed in Li Fan’s eyes. His entire mental realm trembled violently, as if something within had been stirred.

The countless divine demons all turned toward Mo Rubin, their faces contorted with wrath.

“Brother Xingwang, calm down! Do not harm your own ally! This…”

“The statue of the True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion is, in truth, the Xuantian Statue!”

“You and I are of the same family!” Mo Rubin did his best to soothe Li Fan’s unstable state.

“Family?” Li Fan’s crazed look lessened somewhat.

“So you are also a follower of the True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion?” He eyed Mo Rubin suspiciously.

Mo Rubin hesitated, but seeing Li Fan’s madness threatening to return, he helplessly nodded. “Uh… something like that.”

“Hmph, then you should have said so earlier!” Li Fan finally withdrew his vigilance.

In an instant, the myriad demons, along with the blood-red moon above, all vanished.

Amidst a vast white expanse, only Mo Rubin and Li Fan stood facing each other.

“Why have I never seen you before? Could it be that the True Immortal left another lineage elsewhere?”

“Wait… no. Didn’t I come looking for you not long ago?”

“Who are you? No, who am I?”

Li Fan, who had seemed somewhat stable, suddenly showed signs of madness again.

Mo Rubin frowned slightly. “These symptoms… seem even worse than before. But the aura of this cultivation method is exactly the same. There is no mistake.” ŗ𝘈ꞐＯBÊS

“Brother Xingwang, whatever happened in the past does not matter. As long as our goals are the same, that is enough.” Mo Rubin tried to awaken his sanity.

Li Fan was momentarily stunned. “Our goal?”

Then he suddenly understood. “Indeed! The Heavenly Dao is dim, and the True Immortal’s lineage no longer shines upon the mortal world. I must set things right and let the name of the True Immortal of Salvation shine again upon humanity!”

As he spoke, the Faceless Stone Statue in the sky seemed to respond to Li Fan’s words, emitting a faint golden glow.

Upon seeing the golden light, Mo Rubin’s expression changed drastically.

He instinctively stepped back slightly.

Looking at Li Fan, whose expression seemed somewhat dazed, he hesitated for a moment, then spoke to draw his attention.

“Our great endeavor is not yet complete. How could we have the face to meet a True Immortal? Brother Xingwang, perhaps we should wait until the True Immortal’s lineage is truly restored before we report our merits,” Mo Rubin said in a low voice, his words carrying subtle meaning.

Li Fan, upon hearing this, was instantly filled with respect. “Brother, your enlightenment surpasses even mine?”

When Li Fan addressed him as “brother,” Mo Rubin did not correct him.

Back in the sect, Sun Xingwang had indeed always addressed him that way.

“So you haven’t completely lost your mind yet,” Mo Rubin thought silently.

Li Fan looked at Mo Rubin with a serious expression. “Yet what you say is not without reason. Without achieving some great accomplishment, we indeed have no face to frequently pay respects to a True Immortal.”

Muttering to himself, the influence of the Faceless Stone Statue in the sky gradually disappeared.

Mo Rubin finally exhaled slightly.

“Brother Xingwang, do you remember the other brothers and sisters in the sect?” Seeing Li Fan’s emotions stabilize, Mo Rubin asked.

“Hm?” Li Fan’s brow immediately furrowed.

He seemed to sink into deep memories.

“The others…”

Li Fan’s expression shifted repeatedly as he muttered a few words.

“Yu Zhen, Elder Cui, Brother Xuanyuan…”

“Xuanyuan? Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan…”

He then continued repeating the name Xuanyuan, and the calmness of his consciousness sea stirred into waves.

Seeing that he could not get any more information, Mo Rubin gave up.

“Enough, Brother Xingwang. Matters of the past can be discussed later. I want to ask you: the [Divine Descent Body] incidents in various states… that was your doing, wasn’t it?”

Li Fan said arrogantly, “Correct! Already, thirty-six thousand five hundred and thirteen cultivators are entirely under my control. Under the daily influence of my divine mind, they will soon become loyal followers of the True Immortal of Salvation and Mortal Compassion!”

“In such a short time, already thirty thousand under my sway! Unifying the world is only a matter of time!”

Mo Rubin shook his head slightly. “The Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance is taking this matter seriously. I suspect it is your doing, Brother Xingwang, which is why I took it upon myself to remind you.”

“Stop, Brother Xingwang. Thirty thousand cultivators are already sufficient. If the situation worsens, it will inevitably draw the attention of other Dharma-Transmitter. By then, you may even risk exposure,” Mo Rubin advised.

Li Fan immediately refused. “Stop? Why should I? I hide in the shadows; no one can detect me. Divine Descent is like wild grass—burn it and it will not die, let the spring wind blow, and it grows again. Under the heavens, who can stop me?”

Li Fan’s tone was extremely arrogant.

Mo Rubin sighed. “It is not that the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance is powerless. The matter simply has not reached the required level yet.”

“If you continue…”

“Consider this: if I can locate your sea of consciousness through those cultivators’ bodies, other Dharma-Transmitter can certainly do the same.”

Although Li Fan was playing the part of a mad cultivator, he was not foolish.

He did not argue but fell into thought.

Then he looked at Mo Rubin, as if remembering something, and suddenly said, “So you have indeed taken over that Dharma-Transmitter’s body.”

Mo Rubin was slightly startled. “Brother Xingwang, have your memories returned?”

Li Fan’s expression was serious. He did not answer directly but urgently said to Mo Rubin, “The only way to find Brother Xuanyuan is through the sect’s greatest treasure, the Xuantian Treasure Mirror. You must find a way…”