Strength Wouldn't Allow It

"Why should something that is already dead return to the mortal world? Get back there!"

Lin Dong emerged from the golden sun, his hands lightly clasped together, the seals on his fingertips changing with lightning speed. A Silver Heavenly Phoenix phantom, a full hundred feet in size, quickly appeared above his head, emanating an extremely sharp aura.

Middle-grade Creation Stage Martial Art, the Great Heavenly Phoenix Seal!

"The Great Heavenly Phoenix Seal, the Heavenly Phoenix Suppresses the World!"

As the soft chant ended, Lin Dong seals suddenly paused, pointing towards the gray-white behemoth below. The phantom of the Heavenly Phoenix trembled abruptly, as if it had been instantly infused with a soul, and the Silver Heavenly Phoenix's phoenix eyes became much more Spirit Movement Stage.

"Bah!"

After letting out a phoenix cry, the Silver Heavenly Phoenix suddenly flapped its wings, unfurling its enormous wings that were enough to blot out the sky, and pounced on the Primeval Demonic Dragon Hound below with a terrifying wave that could tear everything apart.

"Roar!"

Seemingly sensing the danger, the Primeval Demonic Dragon Hound immediately let out a long howl, and a thick, grayish-white energy beam was spat out by it, roaring away.

"Boom!!!"

Unfazed, the Silver Heavenly Phoenix easily tore through the gray-white pillar of light in the blink of an eye, crashing down with a sharp, all-encompassing force. The silver ripples instantly engulfed the enormous beastly shadow, tearing it apart inch by inch.

"Boom!"

This being, which made countless Nirvana Stage expert wary, finally collapsed to the ground with a mournful cry, its massive corpse no longer showing any ripples.

"Peak Three Yuan Nirvana Stage expert? With such terrifying Origin Energy cultivation, no wonder he dared to fight this Ancient Variant Species Primeval Demonic Dragon Hound alone!"

The moment Lin Dong made his move, the crowd, whose faces had been flushed, finally had a chance to glimpse a trace of his true strength, and a slight commotion immediately arose among them.

"Bang!"

Lin Dong lightly rubbed his two fingers together and casually snapped them. Immediately, a large sea of golden fire shot into the sky, rapidly and greedily engulfing the corpse of the Primeval Demonic Dragon Hound, and then licking it to his heart's content.

In a short while, a ball of Black Essence Blood, radiating a dense energy fluctuation, rose into the air from the Spiritual Fire Sea, wobbling as it flew up.

"Little Flame will probably love this gift~"

Lin Dong smiled with satisfaction, casually collected the essence blood of the Primeval Demonic Dragon Hound, and then quickly flew towards the main hall in the center of the square.

"The Primeval Demonic Dragon Hound is dead, let's go."

"Yes, yes, hurry up and catch up with Lin Dong. If we're late, we won't even get to drink the soup."

As if waking from a dream, the group exchanged glances and then leaped after him.

Upon entering the Stone Hall, Lin Dong did not linger at all and headed straight for the central main hall of the Ruined Palace. Seeing this, the three sharp-eyed Mu Sha and his companions immediately and cunningly fell far behind him.

Inside the quiet and vast main hall, only a simple stone pier stands silently. On the pier are three deep marks: a palm, a fist, and a finger. Strange waves ripple around it.

"Look! This is the Inheritance Mark of the Eight Extremes Sect?!"

The three Mu Sha who followed closely behind exchanged glances and their faces lit up with joy.

"Um?"

Lin Dong raised an eyebrow, glancing over with apparent displeasure, and unintentionally let out a cold snort as if he were about to unleash a thunderous rage.

"Hehe, please go first, Mr. Lin Dong."

The three people, whose faces had turned pale from being overwhelmed by that imposing aura, immediately realized what was happening and clasped their hands in apology.

As for joining forces to kill Lin Dong and seize the Inheritance Mark? They wouldn't dare even if they had ten times the courage. The corpse of the Primeval Demonic Dragon Hound is still lying outside.

Lin Dong nodded slightly, and without hesitation, stepped to the stone pier, his palm lightly touching the center of the three imprints.

"Boom!"

The moment his palm touched the ground, an extremely violent and fierce Fist Intent, like a river flowing into the sea, surged continuously along Lin Dong's arm and into his body, brutal and savage.

"Buzz!"

The Ancestral Stone hidden within Lin Dong's flesh and blood seemed to Sense Stage something and immediately released an extremely soft, milky-white light that shone towards the torrent of Fist Intent.

A strange thing happened: the once invincible torrent of Fist Intent became as gentle as a lamb, obediently following the guidance of the milky white light to flow to each corner of its body, piling up layer by layer.

Just as Lin Dong was resisting the impact of this torrent of Fist Intent, his mind seemed to be subtly dragged towards an unknown space.

In the center of the space, a thin and old figure suddenly looked up at Lin Dong's location, raised his hand and threw a punch. With one punch, the space shattered and his consciousness sank.

"The True Intent of Eight Extremities can shatter mountains and rivers, and destroy the sun and moon!"

A cold voice rang out, and Lin Dong's mind was suddenly jolted out again. An extremely powerful Martial Dao Will will also surged into his body with this punch.

Outside world.

"Bang! Thump thump thump!"

Lin Dong's body jolted violently, thrown off the stone pillar by a subtle yet immense force, and he staggered back several steps before coming to a stop.

At the same time, three dazzling beams of light appeared on the stone pier.

"The True Intent of Eight Extremities, Eight Extremities Fist, High-grade Spirit Martial Arts. The Spirit of Martial Arts is the Sect Master of the Eight Extremes Sect, representing the true lineage of the sect..."

Lin Dong suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of joy on his face.

"Lord Lin Dong, are you unaware of these three paths...?"

Mu Sha peeked out, looking at the three orbs of light on the stone pier, but hesitated to speak.

"Do as you please."

Lin Dong smiled faintly, then turned and left.

He has already obtained the true sect inheritance of the Eight Extremes Sect. Taking these three Low-grade Spirit Martial Arts would be beneath him. It would be better for him to let go and leave.

Of course, there are other, less important reasons as well. For example, the stone pier, a relic of the Eight Extremes Sect, can only be taken by one person at a time. Isn't that infuriating?!

"Thank you, Lord Lin Dong."

Upon receiving the signal, Mu Sha and his two companions were overjoyed and immediately leaped forward in a ball of light.

"Lord Lin Dong, how about we, the three great dynasties, travel with you? There's only a year left before the real Hundred Dynasties War begins. If we're together, we can support each other."

Mu Sha and the other two exchanged glances, nodded in unison, and, as if they had made an important decision, shouted loudly at Lin Dong's back.

Lin Dong's overwhelming strength and arrogant demeanor completely impressed Mu Sha and the other two. Knowing that their strength might not be enough to reach the final three dynasties, they decided to join him.

"No, your strength is really too weak."

Lin Dong didn't stop walking. He simply turned his back to them, raised his arm, and waved it lightly, his disdain evident in his expression.

"Hey! I knew it! Why did we have to humiliate ourselves like this!"

Upon seeing this Song Duan of the Great Song Dynasty sighed Youyou, looking utterly despondent.

Lord Lin Dong, we also want to follow you, but our strength won't allow it! It won't allow it!!!

P. S.: First update