Chapter 121

Chapter 121

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Lin Yuan watched as Situ Ming left.

He used his essence and blood to reshape Situ Ming's body.

There was another effect.

That was to imprint his own mark.

Human hearts are fickle.

Even the most loyal may change.

One hundred years, two hundred years can ensure loyalty.

Three hundred years, five hundred years can also ensure loyalty.

But what about eight hundred years or a thousand years?

As Lin Yuan's end approached, what would happen after he left this world?

Could Situ Ming still maintain absolute loyalty to himself?

Situ Ming now had transformed into a five-colored lotus, able to easily live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

In the long years, everything could change.

But by imprinting his mark with his essence and blood, Lin Yuan had eliminated other possibilities.

Situ Ming's soul and body were both shaped by Lin Yuan, with no capacity to conceive other thoughts.

"Continue the cultivation."

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and began to comprehend once again.

Time passed slowly.

Twenty years later.

In these twenty years, the changes in the world surpassed those of the past two hundred or two thousand years.

Genius experts emerged one after another, and legacies long lost in history reappeared.

Major forces in the Five Realms experienced several reshufflings.

Of course, because Tianjianzi, at the tenth Realm, still presided over the Tianjian Sect, its position remained unshaken, overlooking the world.

However.

More than ten years ago, Tianjianzi and other powerful figures from the Five Realms realized they couldn't keep Xiahou Yuan here.

They had no choice but to return to their respective homes and stop waiting on Tianjian Mountain.

There was no way.

If it were any other time, they might have been able to hold out.

But now, with the world changing rapidly and powerful figures emerging continuously, if they, the old folks, didn't appear, their foundations would probably be dug out by others.

Tianjianzi had no solution to this either.

They could only speculate that Xiahou Yuan might have encountered some mishap.

Perhaps he had realized he had already entered the tenth Realm and chose not to come back even in death.

Underground in the palace.

Next to a vein of fire.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, his whole body emanating a scorching aura.

After twenty years of cultivation, Lin Yuan had naturally entered a whole new level.

Now, Lin Yuan's strength was probably equivalent to the fourteenth Realm of this world.

He was truly unparalleled.

Even the concept of the fourteenth Realm was created by Lin Yuan because before this, no creature had entered this realm.

For tens of thousands of years, the strongest in this realm was at the tenth Realm.

Perhaps fifty thousand or a hundred thousand years ago, there had been beings surpassing the tenth Realm, but at most, they had reached the eleventh Realm.

As for the fourteenth Realm?

That was a joke.

"That's enough."

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, and the low breath made the nearby veins tremble.

"Whoosh."

Lin Yuan exhaled, and the hot airflow broke through the heavy soil, traversing tens of miles and hitting a certain underground layer.

With a bang, this layer turned into powder, and the terrifying fluctuations spread in all directions, causing vibrations on the surface.

"I'm ready."

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, and his emanating aura quickly converged. In just a few breaths, he was no different from an ordinary person.

"Tianjian Sect."

Lin Yuan raised his head slightly, looking towards the direction of Tianjian Sect.

"Let's go and crush the Tianjian Sect."

Lin Yuan's mind flickered.

A figure emanating the power of Yin, with a blurred face, emerged from his sea of consciousness.

This figure bowed slightly to Lin Yuan, then took a step forward, easily passing through the thick soil and appearing on the surface, then disappeared without a trace.

This figure was Lin Yuan's Yin God, also known as the Yin Spirit.

In fact, if it weren't for Lin Yuan discovering the great movement of heaven and earth twenty years ago, he probably would have gone to crush Tianjian Sect eighteen years ago, after reaching the thirteenth Realm.

But it wasn't too late now.

No matter how the great movement of heaven and earth surged, there were limitations, and the upper limit of this world was there. No matter how cultivated, it couldn't produce superpowers like those in the main world.

With Lin Yuan's current strength at the fourteenth Realm, he was enough to crush everything, even if it was just a Yin Spirit.

More than twenty years ago, Lin Yuan had split his Tai Chi Spirit into Yin and Yang Spirits.

At that time, if the Yin and Yang Spirits worked together, they would have a size of ten thousand zhang.

Currently, one of the leading figures among the younger generation in the Five Realms, with the peak strength of the ninth Realm.

It was said that when Xiao Huo was in his teens, he showed extraordinary talent. However, after three years, all his talent disappeared, suppressed by his family. He then left the family in anger.

In the twenty years since then, Xiao Huo seemed to have grown rapidly, breaking through the ninth Realm and ultimately standing at the peak of the ninth Realm.

"Situ Ming?"

Xiao Huo's expression was calm as he smiled at Situ Ming. "I heard that you have some connection with the great demon Xiahou Yuan from decades ago?"

Seeing Situ Ming's wariness, Xiao Huo shook his head slightly. "Rest assured, I have no interest in Xiahou Yuan, nor do I have any hostility towards him."

Xiao Huo didn't say something.

That was, he had never regarded Xiahou Yuan as a rival.

In Xiao Huo's eyes, there was only one opponent from beginning to end.

That was Tianjianzi at the tenth Realm.

"Xiahou Yuan and Tianjianzi have a great grudge. Coincidentally, our purpose in coming here this time is also to deal with Tianjianzi. In a way, you are our friend."

Xiao Huo smiled.

"Us?"

Situ Ming's gaze slightly sharpened.

"Yes."

Xiao Huo paused for a moment, then raised his voice, "Aren't you two going to show yourselves?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Two deep breaths quietly appeared within Situ Ming's perception range.

Situ Ming looked up.

The figure on the left was a woman, her eyes fleshly, emitting terrifying mental fluctuations, almost making Situ Ming entranced.

"Yang Bixing?"

Situ Ming was surprised.

Yang Bixing was also one of the leading figures among the younger generation, with the peak strength of the ninth Realm.

Yang Bixing had a pitiful background; in her childhood, she was a beggar. However, she somehow obtained a technique called the "Soul Refining Art," which happened to be very suitable for her. Subsequently, Yang Bixing soared to great heights, reaching the peak of the ninth Realm.

"Hahaha."

"Since Brother Xiao said so, how could I, Shen Lang, hide?"

A booming laughter resounded as a figure approached, with hair fluttering like a lion's mane.

"Shen Lang."

Situ Ming was already prepared in his mind.

Shen Lang, like Xiao Huo and Yang Bixing, was one of the leading figures among the younger generation, but his family background was prominent.

However, at the age of twenty, he was ambushed by enemies at his doorstep. Forced into a desperate situation, Shen Lang had to jump off a cliff.

However, he didn't die but instead obtained an inheritance from someone suspected to be an eleventh-Realm expert from fifty thousand years ago.

"You?"

Situ Ming looked at the three individuals.

Xiao Huo.

Yang Bixing.

Shen Lang.

They were the most dazzling figures among the younger generation in the current Five Realms, capable of outshining the vast majority of the older ninth-Realm experts.

"We are here to challenge Tianjianzi and step into the tenth Realm," Xiao Huo said with a gentle tone, but a strong fighting spirit emanated from him.

With their strength, only the formidable tenth Realm could exert pressure on them, and by leveraging this pressure, they could further advance into the tenth Realm.

"Situ Ming, would you like to join us?" Xiao Huo extended an invitation.

"Xiahou Yuan was suppressed by Tianjianzi years ago, such a great humiliation, let us avenge him." Shen Lang spoke slowly, his gaze fixed on Tianjian Mountain hundreds of miles away, unwavering.

"It is said that Tianjian Sect's Bai Qing'er is the most beautiful woman in the world. Back then, she dazzled Xiahou Yuan, making him lose his senses. I'd like to see what kind of beauty she is." Yang Bixing gently touched her hair and said softly.

"You..."

Situ Ming took a deep breath.

He realized that these three individuals had never regarded him or their emperor with any respect.

The so-called revenge was just a casual remark; even without their emperor, the three of them would still challenge Tianjianzi.

"I will take care of His Majesty's revenge myself," Situ Ming said coldly.

"Hehe."

Just as Xiao Huo was about to speak.

At that moment.

Shen Lang, who was standing beside them, looking at Tianjian Mountain with an unwavering gaze, suddenly stiffened.

His body's aura surged uncontrollably.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Huo frowned and, along with Yang Bixing, followed Shen Lang's gaze.

Just with a glance, they witnessed an unforgettable scene.

In the sky above Tianjian Mountain, the vast sea of clouds rolled down slowly.

There was a towering figure, over a hundred thousand feet tall, standing silently in front of Tianjian Mountain.

Tianjian Mountain was a famous mountain in the central domain, tens of miles high, usually shrouded in swirling clouds, resembling a fairyland.

However, at this moment, in front of that towering figure, even the towering Tianjian Mountain only reached up to his ankles.

The next moment.

Under the astonished gazes of Xiao Huo, Yang Bixing, and Shen Lang,

The towering figure slowly lifted his right foot towards Tianjian Mountain.

And then.

He stepped down with one foot.

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