Desolate Land

"You guys have some ambition, so it's not too shameful."

Lin Dong, standing with his hands behind his back, calmly observed the four True Disciples of the Desolate Hall.

Perhaps due to the shock, Pang Tong and his three companions joined forces but were defeated by Lin Dong, who then single-handedly placed him in the Desolate Hall Chief. The group, feeling ashamed, became even more courageous.

After several months apart, the four individuals, all at the Seven Yuan Nirvana Stage, have made breakthroughs in their cultivation.

Pang Tong has successfully stepped into the Eight Yuan realm. Although Song Zhou failed to break through to the Eighth Stage Nirvana Tribulation, his aura has already faintly stepped into the Eight Yuan realm. Jiang Hao and Fang Yun have reached the peak of the Seven Yuan Nirvana Stage.

We are ashamed!

A dark glint flashed in the eyes of Pang Tong and the other three. They bowed their heads and listened attentively to their Chief Seat brother's reprimand. The four, who had been crushed like dry leaves, had no face to refute him.

"Pang Tong barely passed. Song Zhou, Jiang Hao, and Fang Yun, I'll give you three more months. You must successfully pass the Eighth Stage Nirvana Tribulation before the Sect Competition."

"Otherwise, you should ask Uncle-Master Chen Zhen for permission to become his True Disciple. My Desolate Hall simply cannot afford to lose face like this," Lin Dong said indifferently.

The high-ranking members of the Desolate Hall at the front of the formation watched the scene with smiles, without saying a word to stop it.

Supervising his junior brother's cultivation is the responsibility and duty of the Chief Seat a hall. Even though Chen Zhen and the other two are Hall Master, they would not easily prevent Lin Dong from exercising this right.

These kids have been left to their own devices for too long; they really need someone to discipline them properly. Without pressure, where will their motivation come from?

"Yes, I will obey Chief Seat Brother's orders!"

The three people named Song Zhou, bowed deeply with solemn expressions.

Within the Heaven Hall camp, Ying Huanhuan, dressed in a white dress, was holding the arm of a beautiful figure, but her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Lin Dong's direction.

The way that guy scolded his junior brother was actually quite a sight to behold.

The girl thought this happily.

"Hey, what are you looking at again? How come you've become so attached to that guy after just one mission with him?"

The woman, dressed in black, had a slender and Ying Huanhuan, but her demeanor was more mature and sharp.

"Sister, what are you saying?"

Ying Huanhuan gently pushed the woman in black, then said indignantly, "But Mother said..."

"Don't talk to me about Mother. You're always saying 'Mother said,' but did she ever tell you that she and Father were betrothed when they were still babies and that she never had a relationship with anyone else?"

"In other words, everything Mother taught us was just something she made up out of thin air. We were completely taken advantage of by Mother without even realizing it."

The woman in black interrupted Ying Huanhuan impatiently.

"... Has Mother been lying to me all along?"

Ying Huanhuan's rosy lips instantly opened into a circle. The girl couldn't understand why the things her mother imagined were so useful.

"Yes, only a silly girl like you would actually believe her mother and actually do it." The woman in black pointed at her younger sister, annoyed at her lack of self-confidence.

"But what my mother taught me was really useful; I actually succeeded."

Ying Huanhuan gently rubbed her head with her slender hands and weakly retorted.

The woman in black clothes. "..."

In the void, imperceptible to ordinary people, two figures with no aura floated silently, taking in the actions of the disciples of the four halls.

"The Sect Master seems to value that little fellow named Lin Dong highly. Does he really believe that he can successfully obtain the Great Desolation Scripture?"

An elderly man in a blue robe looked down with interest, speaking in a calm tone, seemingly Ying Xuanzi, the Supreme Sect Master of the Dao Sect, as an equal.

"Yes, he is the first disciple after Zhou Tong to give me such strong confidence. I have a feeling that this little guy will bring us many surprises."

Ying Xuanzi stood on the void, his gentle face always bearing a smile.

"Hehe, then let's wait and see."

The Blue-robed Old Man smiled noncommittally.

The tremors on the mountaintop lasted for more than an hour, and the towering monument, thousands of feet tall, was finally revealed in its entirety before everyone's eyes. Immediately, all eyes turned toward the Desolate Hall.

Today's story focuses on the five disciples of the Desolate Hall... or perhaps just one of them.

"Lin Dong, the Great Desolation Stele has been activated. You five should go forward."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Hall Master of Chen Zhen suppressed his unease and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Uncle-Master Chen Zhen!"

The five figures at the forefront of the Desolate Hall disciples moved instantly, transforming into streaks of Ghostly glow and rushing towards the gray-yellow ancient mountain.

"Boom!"

As if Sense Stage their arrival, the ground in front of the Great Desolation Stele cracked, and five earthen-yellow pedestals immediately appeared.

"Senior Brother Lin Dong, please go first."

Pang Tong and his companions, their faces filled with excitement, were about to step forward when they subconsciously turned their heads to look at the thin figure.

"No need, please take your seats. After all, this is the first time the four of you have received the inheritance. If possible, I hope you can also bring the Great Desolation Scripture back to my Desolate Hall."

Lin Dong stopped and smiled gently at the four of them.

"Yes! I understand!"

Sensing the sincerity in Lin Dong's words, Pang Tong and the others nodded heavily, and then the five of them stepped forward and sat down cross-legged.

"Buzz!"

Five enormous beams of light descended from above, enveloping Lin Dong and the others who were sitting cross-legged, and dragging their minds into a hidden and unknowable place.

"You five really need to do your best..."

Gazing at the five figures that had suddenly Stasis like statues, countless Dao Sect experts silently murmured the same thought to themselves.

This is an exceptionally desolate and lonely world, filled with decay and desolation. The endless yellow plains are covered with jagged ravines, and even the sky is stained with an eerie yellow hue.

"Buzz!"

The space rippled slightly, and a tall figure suddenly appeared, his feet firmly planted on the ground, looking around this unfamiliar space with great interest.

"Tsk, why do all these Ancient Divine Object like to play this game? They have to hold a special meeting before they even meet?"

The handsome young man with a face like jade lowered his head as if he were sensing something.

The desolate land beneath his feet was absorbing his power—his Origin Energy, Mental Energy, and even physical strength—greedily and relentlessly stealing all of his power.

However, he did not take immediate action. Instead, he stood quietly in place for several minutes, experiencing that strange feeling, before finally smiling and saying, "Alright, that's enough."

"Devouring Power, Seal!"

As Lin Dong thought for a moment, a dense Devouring Power surged out, rapidly forming a thin Devouring Membrane on his body surface, instantly intercepting the flowing power and making it perfectly round.

As the one who wields the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, Lin Dong himself possesses a Leakless Body, and nothing can bypass his own will to arbitrarily steal his power.