I Never Said That
Lin Dong understood the meaning of the mysterious skeleton. He didn't say anything, but just took a deep look at the figure on the throne before turning around and leaving.
Today you come to save me, and another day I will save you.
With Lin Dong's departure, this ancient palace complex finally returned to silence once more.
"Master... I will definitely... continue to protect... the sect, even if I... die and my soul dissipates, even if... I am not Reincarnation, this disciple... will still swear to protect it with my life..."
After a long while, a hoarse and melancholic murmur slowly echoed through the hall before fading away.
On the ancient, black, and desolate plain, a huge Golden Yuan Power shield stands silently, and a sable and a tiger can be vaguely seen lying within it, seemingly in a mysterious slumber.
"Call out!"
A violent whooshing sound arose, and a tall, slender figure stepped out from the light and shadow.
"Hmm? These two haven't woken up yet? Oh well, there's no safer place in the Great Desolation Prefecture than this Ancient Tablet Space. I'll just use this place to digest the martial arts I've learned."
Lin Dong glanced at the two figures inside the protective barrier, then casually sat down cross-legged beside the Light Barrier and quickly entered a meditative state.
Yin Puppet Great Method, Blood Devouring Great Demonic Arm, Nine Steps Quaking Heaven, Sky-Shattering Demonic Tablet Palm, Great Desolation Imprisoning Heavenly Hand...
Of course, there is another Spirit Martial Arts that was forcibly seized from the Creation Martial Tablet, but we will not discuss it here.
One month later.
"It seems you've recovered quite well this time."
As the Little Marten slowly awoke from its slumber, a familiar voice rang in its ear—yes, it was its older brother.
"Hmm, I should be able to kill Creation Stage expert now, but if I want to go further, I'm afraid I'll have to restore my physical body first."
The Little Marten clenched its paws tightly and stretched contentedly.
On his forehead, streaks of purplish-black light quietly appeared, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.
"Restore my physical body? That day shouldn't be far off."
Lin Dong let out a soft, ambiguous chuckle.
"Thank you for your kind words."
Little Marten remained noncommittal; he knew all too well the difficulty of restoring his physical body.
He looked around in astonishment at the earth that seemed to have been trampled countless times by a ferocious beast. "I say, what exactly happened here while I was asleep? And where did those small fry go?"
"Well, that's a long story..."
Lin Dong was lost in a long memory.
"What? You obtained a full one hundred million Nirvana Pill from that mysterious guardian?"
A moment later, a distorted scream suddenly rang out.
"No, that's a small Dan River, it should contain 230 million Nirvana Pill," another voice corrected calmly.
"Two hundred and thirty million?!"
Little Marten looked at Lin Dong with a horrified expression, as if he were looking at a living madman.
Facing a sect guardian of unknown strength, you casually offer a hundred million and a Dan River. Why don't you just fly to the heavens?
The most crucial thing is that this kid actually succeeded! Isn't that infuriating?
"Didn't you always tell me: 'The bold get rich, the daring starve'?"
Before Lin Dong could finish speaking, Little Marten interrupted him decisively, shaking her head frantically in denial. "I never said that."
"Uh, then it must be what my dad said."
Lin Dong pondered for a moment, then pretended to be serious.
Little Marten: "..."
"With your talent and ability, breaking through to the Nirvana Stage would probably require at least two million Nirvana Pill. The Great Yan Dynasty is just a Low-Level Dynasty. Even if you emptied the entire dynasty, it would be good enough if you could gather these Nirvana Pills."
"I originally planned to let you enter the Ancient Battlefield through your connections with the Great Yan Dynasty, obtain enough Nirvana Pill there, and then attempt to break through to the Nirvana Stage. Now that you have these, you might be able to achieve the Nirvana Stage before even entering the Ancient Battlefield."
"Furthermore, my strength has been initially restored, and I can now directly absorb the Origin Energy of heaven and earth for cultivation. If I have the help of the Nirvana Pill, I can recover even faster."
"Oh right, and Little Flame too..."
The excited Little Marten paced back and forth in mid-air, even becoming somewhat incoherent.
With a massive supply of Nirvana Pill, many of his plans that had been shelved due to a lack of resources could now be put into action.
"Restore your strength? Go ahead and use it. If you can use up all 200 million Nirvana Pill, I'll admit defeat."
The man, who had just made a windfall, immediately waved his hand.
"Oh, right, what exactly is that Spirit Martial Arts you forcibly snatched from the Creation Martial Tablet? The situation was chaotic before, and I didn't have time to check it."
Once the Little Marten had calmed down, it looked at Lin Dong with great curiosity.
"The Eight Desolations and Six Directions Emperor Extreme Fist an item left in the Great Desolate Sect Desolation Sect by a close friend of the first sect Sect Master of the Great Desolate Sect Desolation Sect, the Great Desolation Emperor His Majesty, and a Cycle Stage Expert. Its Spirit of Martial Arts is the shadow of the Ancient Nine Provinces, which can summon the scroll of the Ancient Nine Provinces to suppress enemies."
Lin Dong's mind was drawn to the ball of light deep within his mind.
"The Ancient Nine Provinces? That's close to the legendary mythological era, before the birth of the Symbol Ancestor. It's hard to say whether the Ancient Nine Provinces even existed. However, any Spirit Martial Arts that can be established in the name of the Ancient Nine Provinces must be extraordinary."
The Little Marten was slightly taken aback, but then understood.
"A martial art that can kill is a good martial art."
Lin Dong chuckled softly, looking at Little Flame who was still fast asleep. "Let's wait. Once Little Flame wakes up, we'll head to the Yin Puppet Sect headquarters and retrieve our treasure."
Three days later.
Little Flame, who had successfully condensed his Demonic Spirit, returned safely. Lin Dong used the Black Symbol to open the Space Channel of the Ancient Tablet Space and headed straight for the Profound Yin Mountain Range.
The Profound Yin Mountain Range are located in the northeast of Great Desolation Prefecture. They are named after the Yin Puppet Sect, one of the three top sects in Great Desolation Prefecture, which is based here.
Yin Puppet City, the headquarters of the Yin Puppet Sect, is located high atop the Profound Yin Mountain Main Peak.
More than a month ago, the Great Desolation Ancient Tablet was reopened once again, a once-every-three-years event.
The forces sent by the Yin Puppet Sect were all killed outside the Great Desolation Ancient Tablet by a man named Lin Dong, including Teng Lei, the Young Sect Master of the Yin Puppet Sect, and Cao Zhen, Half-step Creation Stage expert known Blood Butcher Cao Zhen.
The news immediately shook the entire Great Desolation Prefecture.
What's strange is that the Yin Puppet Sect, as one of the parties involved, has taken no further action after issuing a county-wide wanted notice in the Great Desolation Prefecture.
"Teng Sha gone mad? Doesn't he even care that his own son has died?"
While most of the powerful figures in the Great Desolation Prefecture were completely baffled, the major forces and experts within the county all converged on the Yin Puppet Sect.
According to their intelligence, Teng Lei was not entirely inactive. Perhaps because he was not confident in capturing Lin Dong, he planned to gather the strength of the entire sect to forcibly open the treasure he obtained from the Great Desolation Ancient Tablet three years ago, and then take the opportunity to kill Lin Dong.
And the time is today!
Just as the various forces in the Great Desolation Prefecture were moving like sharks smelling blood, rushing towards Yin Puppet City, a Black Clothed Youth also arrived riding a tiger.
P. S.: The Eight Desolations and Six Directions Emperor Extreme Fist is a martial art originating from the villain Yang Hong in the novel "The Great Zhou Imperial Family" by the Huangfu Qi. Please be aware of this.