Chapter 176

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Ling Baiyu, who had fully refined her strength to peak condition, stepped out of the cave.

"Masters, we can depart now."

Ling Baiyu's expression revealed determination.

In contrast, the Saint Realm experts in front of her seemed a bit odd.

Some of them couldn't help but glance at the other side.

In the beginning, everyone hoped that Ling Baiyu would seal the Traces of Heaven.

However, they appeared to be more confident about Lin Shu.

Also, as Lin Shu was reluctant to engage directly in the battle, it would be pointless for them to tell Ling Baiyu about him.

"Let's go."

Immediately, the cultivators of the Saint Realm returned to their solemn expressions.

Under Ling Baiyu's command, the cultivators grabbed a few heavenly treasures and stepped into the space rift.

...

(At the Light Beam of Resurrection)

Usually, Ling Baiyu had an aloof and firm expression on her face, but now she was trying to find a hole in the ground.

She was blushing from embarrassment.

Despite this, her eyes never wavered from the light beam of resurrection before her.

She wanted to know what Lin Shu did after that. Also, what was the final outcome?

Su Qingyi, who stood by her side, couldn't help but sigh as she noticed Ling Baiyu's unblinking gaze.

"Even sister Ling has become like this."

At first, she was the only one who was so concerned, wanting to know the whereabouts of her own young master.

After some time, Mu Lingsha followed her.

But now again, seeing that even Ling Baiyu had become like this, Su Qingyi couldn't help but sigh and shift her gaze to the light beam of resurrection.

Lin Shu was the reincarnation of the young master Lin Tian. Therefore, Su Qingyi also wanted to learn what the outcome of the young master's life was.

...

(Within the Light Beam of Resurrection)

Ling Baiyu led Saint Realm experts, and their figures appeared in the desolate land.

In front of them was a massive Bronze Gate.

This Bronze Gate, a heavenly treasure, had been built by channeling the spiritual Qi of many previous generations of Heavenly Emperors throughout their lives.

After the fifth generation Heavenly Emperor had failed to seal the Traces of Heaven in the past, this Bronze Gate was left behind.

Right now, Ling Baiyu and the others appeared here because they wanted to refine this Bronze Gate again.

After all, unless they had this Bronze Gate, they would have had almost no chance of sealing the Traces of Heaven.

The fifth generation Heavenly Emperor at that time was killed at their hands.

In the event that they encountered these ancient cultivators again at this moment, they were afraid they would fail or retreat. This was because they were much less powerful than the Fifth Heavenly Emperor back then.

...

Ling Baiyu charged fearlessly toward the Traces of heaven in the sky while leading Saint realm powerhouses.

In the meantime, Lin Shu stood on a mountain peak on the ground below and gazed upward.

He was guarded by Lin Zhengyang and Qin Xiaowan, both looking solemn.

Lin Shu’s gaze was fixed on the sky for a long time before he suddenly got up.

Swoosh!

Quickly, he opened a scroll that was already half-painted, and he began painting the other half with his jade brush.

Lin Shu could outline a picture with just a few strokes when painting in the past.

However, Lin Shu seemed to struggle more this time when painting than ever before.

As he drew down one stroke, sweat beads started dripping from his forehead.

In the blink of an eye, his body was drenched in sweat.

"Xiao Shu." Qin Xiaowan, standing at the side, took a step forward as she was worried about Lin Shu's condition.

However, Lin Zhengyang quickly pulled her back and said in a low voice, "Don't disturb Xiao Shu, this battle today is a matter for all of us. We have to fight ... even if we have to lose our lives."

Despite Qin Xiaowan’s reluctance, she could only stand aside and stare at Lin Shu worriedly.

Tick!

Tick!

While Lin Shu was about to finish the painting, blood started dripping from his nose.

A drop of red blood dripped down on the scroll before him. However, Lin Shu gently outlined it with the jade brush, causing it to take on an odd colour.

This time, Lin Shu worked all day on his painting.

On the other hand, there was a fierce exchange of blows above his head.

Still, Lin Shu wasn’t fazed by anything.

Even though the familiar aura in the sky was beginning to fade, his expression changed slightly, and his painting didn’t slow down.

Such a situation lasted nearly a whole day.

It wasn't until Lin Shu's face turned incomparably pale that he abruptly withdrew the jade brush.

He grabbed the scroll in front of him with one hand and yelled: "This picture is called the Trace of Heaven. ... Go and suppress the Traces of Heaven above my head."

Lin Shu's face was pale, and his body trembled, but his voice carried tremendous pressure.

Even more astonishing was the scroll he threw out of his hand.

This scroll floated out of his hand and suddenly unfolded in mid-air with a clatter.

In the scroll, the painting depicted the image of the Traces of Heaven in the sky.

After floating in the air, the painting disappeared into many tiny fragments.