Martial Tablet Space

As Lin Langtian sat cross-legged on the first prayer mat, the huge plaza fell into a period of silence.

But judging from those flickering eyes, it was clear that many of them had ulterior motives.

After all, although Lin Langtian was powerful and no one could afford to offend him, he could only occupy one futon.

As for the remaining nine meditation cushions, many people believe they may still have a chance.

In a secluded corner of the square, Lin Dong sat on the tiger's back, looking down at the square where undercurrents were surging.

At this moment, he looked rather unwell because of something that had happened, and seemed to be in a very bad mood.

If Lin Langtian were to see this, he would surely guess the reason: the Devouring Ancestral Symbol is nowhere to be found.

Although Lin Dong's expression was somewhat unpleasant at this moment, his eyes were still fixed on the remaining nine prayer mats like those of a hawk, preparing to seize the key mats at the right time.

The silence in the arena lasted for several minutes. From the direction of the Wang Clan, Wang Yan suddenly stood up and moved to leap onto the prayer mat.

"Hmph, Wang Yan, with your strength, it's probably a bit unwise for you to take that spot. Your older brother Wang Zhong, would be more suitable!"

Wang Yan's action immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Although Wang Yan and Lin Langtian are both geniuses among the younger generation of the four major families, their strengths are worlds apart.

Therefore, his appearance immediately drew a lot of criticism.

"If anyone is dissatisfied, let them come out. My Wang Clan will tell them why Wang Yan is qualified to stand there!"

As Wang Yan was questioned and his face turned ashen, Wang Tong slowly stood up, his cold gaze sweeping over the restless crowd, and said in a low voice.

"Boom!"

As soon as Wang Tong finished speaking, a powerful surge of Yuan energy erupted from the bodies of the many powerful Wang Clan, creating a formidable spectacle.

Looking at those imposing Wang Clan experts, even those who were filled with resentment could only swallow their words.

After Wang Yan took his seat, the rest of the scene unfolded as expected.

Qin Shi of the Qin Clan and Huangpu Jing of the Huangpu Clan both secured their positions with the support of powerful forces behind them.

As a result, four out of the ten seats were unsurprisingly occupied by the Four Great Clans.

Not long after Wu Ci Four Great Clans took their seats, two of the three top powers in the Great Desolation Commandery, the Great Demon Sect Mu Qianqian the Martial Alliance, also took their seats without hesitation.

What's strange is that the Yin Puppet Sect, which is on par with the Great Demon Sect and the Martial Alliance, is nowhere to be seen, as if it has vanished without a trace.

While some were curious, most were delighted.

Since the Yin Puppet Sect isn't coming, doesn't that mean there's an extra seat on the prayer mat, giving more people a chance?

Within just a few minutes, only four of the ten seats remained!

Looking at the four empty seats, the atmosphere in the room gradually became tense.

Even the neighboring Great Qing Dynasty, a force called the Qingmu Sect, fought a fierce battle with the Lion Fist Gate, a local force in the Great Desolation Commandery. The former won slightly and secured the seventh seat.

As a result, there were only three empty seats on the stone platform!

Many people's eyes flickered anxiously as they looked at the three empty seats; opportunities were becoming increasingly rare.

"It's about time Lin Dong made his move."

Amidst the tense atmosphere, Lin Langtian, standing on the stone platform, glanced at himself and murmured to himself.

No one understands Lin Dong's personality better than Lin Langtian. This guy is not only incredibly talented, but also extremely calm and collected. He always plans carefully before acting, and his attacks are always successful.

Sure enough, as Lin Langtian was thinking this, Lin Dong, who was sitting cross-legged on the tiger's back, slowly exhaled a cloud of white breath and suddenly stood up.

The black-robed figure moved and appeared in front of the Creation Martial Tablet. He glanced deeply at the Figure in Green Robes at the first seat, and then Lin Dong clenched his fist, and the Sky Scale Ancient Halberd appeared.

"I, Lin Dong, want this eighth seat. If anyone disagrees, feel free to make a move!"

As Lin Dong finished speaking, there was an uproar in the arena, but it was not as unacceptable as it had been in the original timeline.

If we really count, Lin Dong comes from the Lin Clan, even if it's a branch family, he still carries a layer of prestige.

If the Lin Clan doesn't acknowledge this relationship, that's one thing, but in the Great Desolation Ancient Plains, most people present saw Lin Langtian supporting Lin Dong.

In this way, given Lin Dong's reputation and the influence of the Lin Clan, it's not too much for him to occupy this spot on the prayer mat.

However, one Qi Creation Stage expert disagreed, but was decisively defeated by Lin Dong in less than five minutes.

Therefore, many people, after assessing their own strength, indeed gave up competing with Lin Dong for the eighth seat and instead set their sights on the remaining two seats.

As for the Wang Clan, although they were somewhat dissatisfied with Lin Dong occupying the spot on the prayer mat, they could only suppress their anger when they looked at the Figure in Green Robes who was in the first seat.

Next, for the sake of these last two seats, an extremely fierce battle broke out again in the square.

After several challenges and rotations, two forces, namely Jile Valley and Dragon Tiger Gang, finally won the last two spots and occupied the last two prayer mats.

From this point on, the ten seats were finally settled.

As people gazed at the ten figures on the stone platform, sighs echoed across the plaza.

After the tenth seat was occupied, about ten minutes later, the Creation Martial Tablet finally showed signs of activity again.

A strange light slowly spread out from the Martial Tablet, then enveloped the stone platform, encompassing all ten figures within it.

The instant the light spread across his body, Lin Langtian clearly felt a cool sensation, as if it were scanning his body.

Immediately afterward, before he could react, his mind went blank for a moment, and a vortex of light slowly appeared on the Creation Martial Tablet.

Beneath that vortex of light, an irresistible suction force emanated, and a wisp of Lin Langtian's Mental Power, almost uncontrollably, drifted away from his body and finally entered the vortex of light.

"Buzz!"

On the stone platform, ten figures sat cross-legged quietly like statues. A peculiar buzzing sound, like the ancient chimes of a bell, emanated from the Creation Martial Tablet, echoing throughout the world and bringing peace to people's hearts.

Gazing at the motionless Figure in Green Robes on the stone platform, the eyes of everyone in the Lin Clan gradually turned to anticipation and curiosity.

They wanted to know if this most outstanding genius of the Lin Clan in a century could inherit the Creation Martial Arts...