Hand Over the Immortal-Killing Gourd and Spare Their Lives, Lin Wu's Heart Aches Like a Knife
Hand Over the Immortal-Killing Gourd and Spare Their Lives, Lin Wu’s Heart Aches Like a Knife
Black ancient trees towered into the sky, withered and devoid of any vitality, yet incomparably tall, standing erect across every corner of this wasteland.
Mountain ridges stretched and undulated without end, yellow sand billowing and blotting out the heavens.
These ancient trees had, over countless years, absorbed who knew how many corpses of fallen experts, and had already become spirits.
Possessing the Talent to Attract Good Fortune and Avoid Bad Luck, they would not provoke any living beings passing through this place.
Even so, Lu Luo’s group remained very cautious, fearing that any commotion here would be too great and attract other Cultivators.
Now that the Beyond and the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were at war, this place was actually not far from the borderlands.
So as long as there was any unusual movement here, it would very likely be detected by the Cultivators over there with their astonishing perception, thereby disrupting their plans.
“Lin Wu, I can understand how you feel, but at a time like this, you still need to grieve and accept what has happened.”
Lu Luo gently advised, feeling deep sympathy for Lin Wu.
At the same time, she held a favorable impression of this legendary man, and did not wish to see him affected by this matter.
The one who killed Lin Qingyang... that terrifying existence was absolutely not someone the current Lin Wu could face.
Lin Wu’s expression was very calm; he had already reined in that... silent emotion from before.
He nodded and said, “I know. Lu Luo, you don’t need to worry.”
Just as Lu Luo held a favorable impression of him, he too held deep affection for the knowledgeable, well-mannered, well-informed, and beautiful Lu Luo before him.
In the eyes of many, when he and the goddess Lu Luo stood together, they were a perfectly matched pair of immortal lovers.
“The one who killed Lin Wu’s brother is said to hold a position on the other side that no one can match. He is their leading figure, and no one is qualified to stand as his equal.”
Hearing the conversation between Lin Wu and Lu Luo, several other young men and women could not help but look over.
One of them sighed, helplessness surfacing on his face as he spoke.
He was one of those who had witnessed that scene with his own eyes that day.
The Lin Clan’s Ancestor was an existence of the Sacred King Realm, a supremely powerful figure of extremely ancient seniority even within the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
Yet he was slapped to death by a dharma body the opponent manifested across an endless distance, shaking the very heavens.
Moreover, it was said that the opponent’s age was about the same as theirs.
Before this, such a thing would have been simply inconceivable, something one dared not even imagine.
Their so-called geniuses, before him, were truly not even comparable to ants.
“I know that person is very strong.”
Hearing this, Lin Wu appeared very calm, without any trace of fear, not shrinking back because of the opponent’s terrifying strength.
“As long as you understand, Lin Wu.”
The one who had just spoken also shook his head.
He knew that Lin Wu had not witnessed that scene with his own eyes, and so could hardly comprehend the opponent’s terror—that despair and invincibility like the difference between heaven and earth.
However, at a time like this, he could not possibly persuade Lin Wu to let go of his hatred.
“There is no genius in this world that I cannot catch up to.”
Seeing everyone’s expressions, confidence surged across Lin Wu’s face as he spoke, practically word by word.
Hearing this, everyone’s expression shifted slightly, sensing that... indomitable, forward-charging will of Lin Wu’s.
The many young men and women could not help but admire him even more in their hearts.
Several elders also nodded, showing their approval.
At a time like this, with the Beyond invading, it was precisely the moment for the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains to stand united as one.
If the younger generation all held the same attitude as Lin Wu, why would they need to worry about not winning this war?
“No matter what, we will eventually end up opposing him. That is unavoidable.”
“Rather than despairing and shrinking back, we might as well fight him to the death.”
“Besides, beyond the Boundary Marker Sea, we still have one final line of defense. It is not yet time to despair.”
Lin Wu spoke continuously, restoring everyone’s confidence, saying, “Though the Beyond is strong, since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over good. This is the unchanging law of heaven. We are the side of justice, aided as if by heaven itself.”
These words of his truly came from the heart. To have come this far, he had indeed been aided as if by heaven itself.
Lin Wu had a secret he had never told anyone, hidden in the deepest part of his heart.
At thirteen years old, on the eve of awakening his bloodline talent, he prayed by the ancient well in the backyard, hoping that the next day he would awaken a decent talent, thereby changing his awkward, unvalued situation.
As a result, it was as if the heavens had heard his prayer.
After a shooting star streaked across the sky, seven-colored radiance suddenly emerged from within the ancient well, as if a ball of light was floating and sinking within it.
Lin Wu obtained that ball of light.
It was a mysterious space called the Martial Arts Space, hidden within his mind.
The Martial Arts Space was extremely mysterious, containing unfathomable wonders. Not only could it help him deduce and master spells and Transcendent abilities, it could also allow his consciousness to enter it.
Time flowed very slowly inside, allowing Lin Wu to gain several times more cultivation time than ordinary people.
And it was thanks to this Martial Arts Space that he was able to rapidly master all kinds of spells and techniques, begin his rise, and become a young legend of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
Otherwise, his own innate talent was actually very poor; even his dragon blood talent had been gradually improved through the Martial Arts Space.
It was precisely because of this that Lin Wu felt he was favored by heaven, aided as if by heaven itself.
The Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were falling into chaos, and the Beyond was invading—was this not precisely an opportunity?
Meanwhile, upon the boundless black Sea of Death.
A Three-Headed Black Flood Dragon was riding the clouds and mist, speeding swiftly across the sea’s surface.
Atop its head, a young man sat cross-legged, his white robes whiter than snow, otherworldly and transcendent, with Chaos Energy seemingly coiling between the strands of his hair.
He appeared to be deducing something, runes evolving one after another behind him before finally dissipating, like ancient worlds continuously collapsing and then being remade anew.
It was a terrifying sight; merely the aura emanating from it was enough to make one tremble.
Within his palm, it seemed as if billions of worlds were being born and destroyed.
The Three-Headed Black Flood Dragon beneath his feet felt its heart pound with fear, terrified that a single wisp of that aura would fall and blast it into ash.
This young man’s strength was so powerful it drove it to despair; it dared not harbor even the slightest thought of disrespect.
“Are we almost there?”
Gu Changge lifted his eyes, glanced into the distance, and asked casually.
The sea’s surface was without a single wave, appearing deathly still.
The closer they drew to the coast, the more one could feel the weakening of the All-Repelling Force.
The Boundary Marker Sea was continuously drying up, no longer possessing its former binding power.
One could imagine that once the seawater here ran dry, it would be the moment the Beyond’s great army came charging in with full force.
“Reporting to Gongzi, after crossing the region ahead, we will reach the borderlands of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.”
“The two sides once fought a battle here. A legendary artificer of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains forged things called War Forts, which could connect to the power of the outer stars, their divine might vast and boundless. That battle nearly sank this entire region. When I was still a small flood dragon, I witnessed that battle with my own eyes.”
Hearing this, the Three-Headed Black Flood Dragon trembled and hurriedly answered, recounting in detail everything it knew.
It possessed Sacred Emperor Realm cultivation and had lived for countless years. Because it dwelled in the Boundary Marker Sea, its strength was considerably greater than other beings of the same realm.
Yet now it could only be reduced to a mount for transportation.
Even so, it dared not harbor any resentment or unwillingness.
It had personally witnessed, along the journey, a ferocious beast of the Quasi-Nirvana Third Heaven charging out, attempting to devour the young man before it.
As a result, he merely grabbed casually, black runes condensing in his palm to form a black long spear.
Then he thrust it into the void—with a honglong, like ten thousand hectares of ocean overturning, washing across the heavens.
That terrifying Quasi-Nirvana Third Heaven ferocious beast was impaled in midair, collapsing and dying miserably on the spot—an instant kill, one might say.
And so it had learned its lesson, knowing just how terrifying the strength of the young man seated above its head truly was.
“War Forts... it seems that battle back then was no easy affair either.”
In Gu Changge’s gaze, the coastline gradually came into view. There, one could indeed see many shattered stars, all of them once-refined weapons.
Moreover, from his vantage point, he could see grey clouds roiling high in the sky, with numerous Ancient Battleships stationed there.
The various orthodoxies and forces attacking the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had almost all gathered on that side.
In contrast, along his entire journey across, he had rarely seen any other Cultivators.
Of course, those who crossed over alone and directly like him were even fewer.
“Chu Hao coming here... it seems it’s not as simple as merely making a name for himself.”
“It looks like he’s found something good for me again.”
Gu Changge’s gaze fell upon the distance. He had long since ordered Ah Da to keep watch on the movements of everyone from Supreme Cave Heaven.
So he knew that after Chu Hao arrived on this side, he had not rushed to the battlefield at the first opportunity, but had instead gone to another place.
This piqued his interest.
According to the usual patterns and conventions, Chu Hao should have gone treasure hunting. He just did not know how great a role this Fortuitous One of the Beyond could play in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
Moreover, the closer he drew to the Eight Wastelands’ side, the more he could sense shattered fragments of the Great Dao’s laws, along with wisps of celestial qi permeating the void.
This made Gu Changge somewhat doubtful of the authenticity of the rumors from the Beyond.
After the Forbidden Epoch, the Beyond was shattered, including the rules of heaven and earth and the laws of the Great Dao, and the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had received the portion containing the celestial qi... In that case, was it truly only by uniting the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains with the Beyond that the Celestial Gate could be opened once more?
“What is that?”
“Everyone, be careful.”
Just as Lin Wu, Lu Luo, and the others were hurrying along, an elder suddenly waved for everyone to stop, frowning as he looked ahead.
Atop a towering, precipitous mountain peak, a golden Golden Condor lay crouched within its nest.
Its body was not particularly large, yet it was as if carved from gold, its entire body glittering with golden light, even its feathers flowing with radiance, seemingly indestructible and imperishable.
When it opened its massive beak, its cry was simply like demonic sound piercing the ears—even from a great distance, it nearly tore one’s eardrums apart.
This was an extremely terrifying ferocious beast, possessing multiple powerful innate abilities, with strength at the Sacred King Realm, dominating the region like an overlord that no one dared provoke.
But now it was staring with extreme wariness at a group of people in another direction.
That group’s clothing clearly did not belong to the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, and their auras were entirely different. No one knew when they had arrived here.
Their leader was a young man, very refined and composed, with auspicious light coiling around his body and a powerful aura about him that none dared underestimate.
“Those are experts from the Beyond. They really have come to this side as well.”
The expressions of Lin Wu, Lu Luo, and the others turned solemn. They felt that the young man’s strength was incomparably terrifying—calling it unfathomable would be no exaggeration. It was simply not something they could currently compare to.
“He doesn’t look very old, yet his strength is this terrifying. Are all the Cultivators on that side this frightening?”
Their hearts grew heavy. They felt that, as fellow members of the younger generation, why was the gap in cultivation so enormous? The opponent’s age was at most a few hundred years greater than theirs, yet his cultivation was far beyond anything they could reach.
“He should be a descendant left behind by that existence who perished together with the Spirit Gourd Master in battle back then.”
Lu Luo stared intently in that direction.
She could use all natural plants as her eyes, so although separated by some distance, she could still clearly see the patterns on the opponent’s sleeves.
“A force called Supreme?”
Several elders exchanged glances, somewhat grave. The other party had clearly also come to this place searching for that Mysterious Space.
Separated by such a distance, they could not gauge the opponent’s strength either, and could only carefully hide in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to act.
“Do not act rashly. We will all follow carefully behind, and must not let the other party detect us.”
Several elders exchanged glances, a plan forming in their hearts, and turned back to say to Lin Wu, Lu Luo, and the others.
They were responsible for protecting this group of young men and women, keeping them from harm, for these were all geniuses of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, the seeds of hope for the future.
If they were discovered by people from the Beyond, they would absolutely not be spared—they would all be slaughtered to the last.
Lin Wu, Lu Luo, and the others were extremely cautious, nodding, aware of the danger of this matter, and all carefully followed behind.
Very soon, the Golden Condor ahead, despite its extreme wariness and attempts to flee, was swiftly slain, letting out an unwilling, resentful screech as golden blood rained down from the sky, golden feathers stained with blood scattering across every corner of the mountain peak.
Lin Wu and the others watched with growing solemnity. That... refined man’s strength was very great; with merely a few strikes, he had killed that Golden Condor.
In the Beyond, he would at the very least be an existence of sect-master level.
Even the clan leaders behind them were far from possessing such strength; only the Ancestors of their families could contend with him.
Such a figure had secretly come to this place, crossing the Boundary Marker Sea.
This filled them with wariness and vigilance. If that was the case, the Boundary Marker Sea was likely becoming less and less safe.
“Lord Prefect, if the compass’s indicated position is correct, the Supreme Dao Diagram lost back then should be right here.”
A short-statured elder held a purple-gold compass in his hand, its needle shifting rapidly before finally settling steadily upon the desolate mountain before them, and he spoke with some excitement.
The refined man was none other than Chu Hao, who had crossed all the way over the Boundary Marker Sea.
Hearing this, he nodded. Sensing through secret arts, he could naturally confirm that Supreme Cave Heaven’s Supreme Treasure, the Supreme Dao Diagram, was indeed lost at this location.
As for the origin of Supreme Cave Heaven, some said it was related to their supreme cultivation technique, the Ancient Heaven Art of Total Indifference.
But Chu Hao knew it was not so. Supreme Cave Heaven’s origin lay merely in a single mysterious diagram.
That diagram had been passed down through the generations, containing Supreme Cave Heaven’s deepest mysteries.
However, it was once carried on the person of one of their Ancestor-level figures, who nearly breached the defenses of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
Unfortunately, he ultimately perished, encountering a supremely powerful figure of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains—the Spirit Gourd Master.
Both sides fought until their strength was exhausted and died together, and the Supreme Treasures the two carried were buried at the place where they battled.
Regarding that Spirit Gourd Master, Chu Hao did not know much—only that his Supreme Treasure was an incomparably mysterious gourd, its origins unknown.
Each time the gourd’s lid was opened, a peerless flying sword would burst forth from within, slaughtering everything, never returning without tasting blood.
It was truly terrifying and dreadful.
Such a Supreme Treasure was very likely one of the legendary seven innately-born gourds, nurtured with the qi of slaughter—its value simply immeasurable, surpassing even Nirvana Grade Artifacts.
Although Chu Hao wished to recover Supreme Cave Heaven’s lost Supreme Dao Diagram, his heart also yearned for that... mysterious gourd.
“Lord Prefect, I’ve found the entrance. Because of the aftershocks of battle transmitted here, this place is very unstable. The space within was naturally formed over countless years and could collapse at any moment, so we must quickly find the Supreme Dao Diagram.”
The short-statured elder beside Chu Hao could not help but speak gravely, pointing at the hazy expanse before them, having detected something unusual.
Through this hazy region, they could enter that... Mysterious Space and search for the lost Supreme Dao Diagram.
“Then let us go.”
Chu Hao did not hesitate for long. All along his journey, his luck had never been bad.
This time, in searching for the Supreme Dao Diagram, he likewise sensed nothing amiss—just as before, everything was strangely easy and calm.
Weng—
As his words fell, a ripple spread out, and Chu Hao took the lead, stepping inside.
The rest of Supreme Cave Heaven’s people warily scanned their surroundings, and seeing no trace of anyone, they too followed him in.