Chapter 120: Chill to the Bone
Chapter 120: Chill to the Bone
“What exactly went wrong?”
At that moment, pairs of eyes turned toward him, carrying a hint of chill.
Judging by Lin Yuan’s current state, he should have already been affected by the Five Passages Sect’s soul-suppressing method. Why did he still possess such fighting power?
Could it be that Daoist Lingchi was slacking off, thinking to reap benefits without effort?
Several gazes were filled with unspoken hatred at that moment.
“Which ancient Water Immortal is he the reincarnation of?”
In the Yong River Dragon Palace, several graceful figures also had shocked expressions.
Ancient Water Immortals were not particularly powerful among immortals, mostly excelling in defense. This one before them seemed to have grasped a trace of the profundity between Heaven and Man before reincarnation, along with profound insights into the Great Dao.
The figures silently cursing in their hearts did not know that Daoist Lingchi, in the Daoist temple on the outskirts of the Divine Capital, was already bitterly regretting his situation.
Lin Yuan had now connected with a portion of the Dragon Qi Law Restriction power absorbed from deep within his Inner Scene Earth Gate.
Back then, that Dragon Vein in the Primordial World had been completely devoured by Lin Yuan. Most of it became nourishment for his Primordial Divine Demon Dao Body, while another portion merged into the Inner Scene Earth Gate. Once this portion of bluish-purple Dragon Qi was stimulated, it immediately became the last straw that broke the camel’s back!
In the Daoist temple, Daoist Lingchi felt wave after wave of terrifying calamity power surging toward him from all directions, like an endless river of Tribulation Fortune.
Under normal circumstances, he might have been overjoyed, but now he was filled with terror.
This vast, surging black calamity power merged with the various calamity powers that had previously been born, instantly filling the Ten Thousand Tribulations True Infant within him until it nearly bulged.
In his panic, an unfathomably dark Ten Thousand Tribulations Lotus bloomed repeatedly above his head, instantly rising from the third grade to the fourth, then the fifth grade. A strange, deep fragrance began to spread.
Daoist Lingchi’s face turned crimson, and his eyes became bloodshot like a frog about to burst!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
First, the silver bracelet on his wrist flew off, then a precious pearl shot out from his body, followed by a dark jade-colored palace lantern… Like popping beans, his calamity-suppressing Magical Artifacts exploded one after another in the air.
The nearby disciples of the Daoist temple watched, stunned.
The wealth of this Uncle-Master Lingchi was astonishing. They would be lucky to see even one of these calamity-suppressing Magical Artifacts on a normal day, yet now they were all being destroyed in the backlash.
The terror within this backlash could be clearly seen.
Boom!
As if reaching its limit.
A dull thunderclap rumbled in the void.
“Ah!”
Daoist Lingchi let out a short, sharp scream, as if struck by lightning, and fell stiffly beside the Ritual Altar, his breathing faint.
On the Ritual Altar, the blood-red straw figurine bearing Lin Yuan’s birth details instantly burst into golden flames and was completely burned away.
In the Daoist temple, inside a secret chamber, a young man clad in a bright red robe, with a spot of indigo cinnabar between his eyebrows, was in seclusion comprehending a secret art. He suddenly opened his eyes. Sensing the heavily accumulating calamity power and thunderclouds above the temple, he frowned slightly.
What was Lingchi doing? He had actually attracted such a dense calamity backlash.
Was he seeking death?
With a wave of his hand, a pale yellow streak of light shot out from his palm, transforming into an enormous chessboard, clearly divided into black and white. In an instant, layers of inexplicable aura enveloped the entire Daoist temple, causing the whole temple to vanish from the world for a short time. The thick thunderclouds overhead temporarily lost their target but did not disperse.
In a flash, he appeared in the courtyard where the two Ritual Altars were located.
“Uncle-Master Lingguang, come quick and look at Master! He just suffered a Fortune backlash!” The panicked disciples of the Five Passages Sect saw this figure as if seeing a savior.
Stepping forward, Daoist Lingguang merely glanced at the unconscious Daoist Lingchi on the ground. His face twitched slightly. A terrifying calamity power had not yet been cut off; it continued to pour into Daoist Lingchi’s body. It seemed it wouldn’t be long before the Five Decays of Heaven and Man descended upon him.
He was being overwhelmed alive!
“Mis fortune and fortune have no gates; men call them upon themselves.”
…
By the Yong River, the strange black-and-red light around Lin Yuan instantly dissolved.
“He must be dead now!”
Having dealt a heavy blow to the person who secretly manipulated Causality to shoot at him, Lin Yuan freed his hands and looked toward the surrounding mountains. His gaze locked onto the middle-aged Daoist right before him.
“Conspiring with the Unorthodox Paths to harm a True Inheritor of an immortal sect is a crime deserving of ten thousand deaths! Will you surrender yourself, or shall I take action personally?”
“Big talk!”
The middle-aged Daoist gently wiped an ancient sword in his hand. His demeanor had been as pure and bright as the moon from start to finish; even at a disadvantage, his Dao Heart had not wavered in the slightest.
“Let’s make our move too!”
“It has to be this way. If he doesn’t die today, we’ll be in trouble!”
Two figures walked out from the void. Vast, hazy immortal light shimmered around them.
The vast Earth Immortal Dharma Form’s immortal far surpassed that of the three Divine Court Primordial Lords earlier, even slightly surpassing that of the famous Earth Immortal from the southwest, the Returning-to-Origin Sword Immortal Zhao Yunjun.
These were two long-established Earth Immortals, carrying an ancient aura about them.
The three of them wore cold expressions. They had no way out now. If Lin Yuan did not die today and this matter was exposed, the Chengyuan Immortal Sect would not let it go. The Yuanyang Palace in Dongyue Province would also have to give an explanation to the Chengyuan Immortal Sect.
No matter how vast Dongyue Province was, there would be no place for them to hide, unless they wanted to hide in some corner forever.
Those who supported them from behind would also not allow them to fail.
“Fragrant Snow Painting!”
One of the aged Daoists, whose robe was embroidered with snowy plum blossoms, waved a hand. A snow-white light swept toward Lin Yuan. Several hidden watchers saw clearly: it was a precious painting depicting enchanting snowy plum blossoms.
A speck of snowflake pierced to the bone with cold. White light froze both banks.
It was a formidable battle painting refined by Old Man Xuemei, also quite famous among the scattered cultivators of the southwest.
The Snow Sea Profound Ice Array had once trapped and killed several unorthodox experts.
The other figure produced a Plague Reed Gourd containing Plague Reed Soul-Bewildering Sand. Combined with the Plague Reed Imperial Monarch Dharma Form in Daoist Wenhuan’s hand, it caused dizziness and confusion even from afar.
Several gazes were somewhat shaken. To be fair, to deal with one Scattered Immortal, they had deployed six Divine Court Primordial Lords and three unorthodox masters. It should have been a sure thing, a situation of ten deaths and no life.
Instead, now these last three unorthodox masters were being forced to fight desperately for self-preservation.
The Dragon Palace Immortals watching from the sidelines, or the hidden sect True Inheritors, also felt a sense of shock.
Such methods were already not inferior to those of the greatly renowned Yan Qing from the Chengyuan Immortal Sect.
Among the various Dharma Lineages, it was rare to see someone at the Scattered Immortal level wield their own Dao arts to such an extent.
Many sect disciples watching from the shadows had grim expressions. If this plot failed and Lin Yuan did not die, they would probably be the ones facing retaliation next!
Watching the vast, sweeping Fragrant Snow Painting approach, Lin Yuan remained calm. He pointed a finger. The Heavenly River Gui Water Sword erupted once more, but this time it faintly trembled. Golden light transformed into the Primordial World’s Two-Polarity illusion, unleashing a vast, primordial surge that swept forth.
The Primordial Two-Polarity Annihilation Art—Lin Yuan had also mastered it. Combined with the Innate Yin-Yang Profound Light within him, this Yin-Yang method revealed its true terrifying power!
As the Two-Polarity transformed, the Primordial World trembled, depicting the terrifying scene of sun, moon, and stars collapsing, the Yin-Yang world crumbling, and all laws being annihilated. Under Old Man Xuemei’s changing gaze, the layers of spreading snowy plum blossoms crumbled one after another!