Gazing upon such a scene, Li Fan was actually quite unbothered. He was used to it, after all. Although the myriad of arms and eyeballs were quite creepy, and most likely, each gaze was initiating a Primordial Spirit attack assessment, causing steady harm little by little.
However, now that the dark moon hung in the sky and demonic breath crisscrossed the air, it was clear that Zixu, the Daoist Lord, had corrupted his Dao heart and lost control. The evil aura overflowed amidst the wind and clouds, causing severe environmental pollution, yet it provided significant benefits to Li Fan's cultivation of the Primordial Spirit.
One could say that this battlefield was meticulously chosen, with perfect timing, geographical advantages, and harmony among people, all under the grasp of the Watcher.
So, after accounting for the gains and losses, rounding up and down, Li Fan's mood wasn't exactly unfluctuating, but it could be considered utterly undisturbed.