Tablet Spirit, Am I Badass?

"The important matter? It's nothing more than retrieving the Great Desolation Scripture. Since several old friends have chosen you at the same time, I may as well give you the Great Desolation Scripture. But little fellow, are you sure you can help me? And not like your predecessors who never returned?"

The Tablet Spirit, sitting cross-legged on the ancient giant stele, spoke leisurely.

"It's just a Demon King. It's nothing like the legendary Great Desolation Stele, the third ancient divine artifact that wiped out the Demon Royal Clan like slaughtering dogs."

Lin Dong lowered his gaze and saw that the base of the majestic ancient stele had been quietly entangled with dense black lines, occupying a small portion of the stele's surface.

The black patterns resembled the embodiment of the most evil and malevolent forces in the world, radiating Evil Qi, intent on erasing all living beings from the entire world— Demonic Qi capable of slaughtering all living beings and destroying the world.

"It seems you know more than I thought, but that makes things easier." The Tablet Spirit paused for a moment, then solemnly said, "As you can see, I am suppressing a True King passed Two-Stage Reincarnation Tribulation."

"When I was at my peak, I could easily suppress or even destroy it. But back then, I was severely injured and still managed to take away a True Demon King. So in recent years, I have become increasingly powerless to suppress this True King. I need help."

"Moreover, the counterattack of that True King has become increasingly fierce recently. I can only hold out for two years at most. After two years, I will no longer be able to suppress it, and I may even be Demonization by it."

"With the assistance of at least two Ancestral Symbol, I can completely eliminate it and prevent future troubles. In other words, you only have two years to find another Ancestral Symbol. I know it is very difficult to ask you to bring back another Ancestral Symbol in such a short time, but we have no other choice. Little one, tell me, can you do it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of burning eyes were fixed on Lin Dong, silently waiting for his reply. For thousands of years, the Great Desolation Stele had been disappointed for far too long.

"You might not believe it, but I have at least four Ancestral Symbol for you to choose from. Which one do you want?"

The solemn atmosphere was suddenly broken by a cheerful voice.

The Great Desolation Stele: "???"

"... Kid, do you know what you're saying?"

After an eerie silence, the Tablet Spirit spoke in a hoarse voice.

"The Darkness Ancestral Symbol is controlled by Bo Xuan, the Hall Master the Darkness Palace in the Eastern Xuan Region. My sister is his Disciple Under the Seat, so it shouldn't be difficult to ask him to help once."

"The Flame Ancestral Symbol is controlled by Mo Luo, the Hall Master the Fire God Palace in the Chaotic Demon Sea. It is said that he hates evil as much as he hates it. As the wielder of the Ancestral Symbol, he would not be unaware of the harm that such a strange creature as the Demon King poses to the world. It would not be difficult to ask him to take action."

"The Thunder Ancestral Symbol is sealed away in the Heavenly Thunder Sea of the Chaotic Demon Sea and is currently ownerless. If I spend some time, I should be able to obtain it. You should understand the characteristics of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, which allows it to accommodate other Ancestral Symbols into its body."

"The Space Ancestral Symbol is in the hands of the Yuan Sect in the Eastern Xuan Region. When you gave Senior Zhou Tong the Great Desolation Scripture, you must have known that he controlled the Space Ancestral Symbol. However, Senior Zhou Tong died in the Yuan Sect a hundred years ago, so the Space Ancestral Symbol should have fallen into his hands as well."

"However, my Dao Sect and the Yuan Sect are not on good terms. If we want to retrieve the Space Ancestral Symbol from them, it may be a bit tricky. We need to consider this carefully."

"Therefore, of the four Ancestral Symbol— darkness, Flame, lightning, and space—whichever you desire, I can obtain for you."

Lin Dong said calmly.

Even the most troublesome Space Ancestral Symbol, he already had a careful plan in mind, and retrieving it was not an impossible task.

"..."

Damn it, what was the point of all that emotional talk? The third most powerful ancient artifact is less composed than a mere Human Race brat in the Nirvana Stage! It's utterly shameful! I really want to leave this group!!

"Uh, how about the Thunder Ancestral Symbol? The power of thunder is the most fierce and domineering. If combined with the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, I am 80% confident that I can kill that True King."

The blurry figure silently made a swallowing motion, and then weakly offered a suggestion.

"No, I choose the Darkness Ancestral Symbol. The Eastern Xuan Region Sect Competition is in a few months. Qing Tan said she plans to come and visit me then. I will ask her to bring the current holder of the Darkness Ancestral Symbol to help me eliminate the demon."

Lin Dong immediately waved his hand in refusal.

"Then why did you specifically ask for my opinion, you brat?!"

The Tablet Spirit looked at Lin Dong with resentment.

"Because I want to show off. Think about it, I know the exact whereabouts of five of the Eight Great Ancestral Symbols in one go, isn't that awesome? But outside, due to various concerns, I can't just reveal such secrets to others."

"Now that I've finally met someone I can speak freely with, shouldn't I just let it all out? Look, I've finished speaking. Now I'll ask you: Am I awesome?"

Lin Dong clapped his hands and explained cheerfully.

"... Awesome, awesome."

The Tablet Spirit, whose eyes had widened in disbelief, opened its mouth wide and responded instinctively.

"Alright, since I'm so awesome, then hurry up and hand over the Great Desolation Scripture to me. I'll find some time in a couple of days to bring you back the two Ancestral Symbol."

Lin Dong spread his hands out and stretched them out in front of the towering ancient stele.

"No problem, no problem."

The Tablet Spirit, who had been tricked and crippled by Lin Dong, raised his arm, and a Ghostly glow flashed from his fingertip, heading straight for the top of his head.

"Boom!"

A torrent of information exploded deep within his mind, faintly coalescing in mid-air into four ancient, earthen-yellow characters. "The Great Desolation Scripture!"

"Buzz!"

Lin Dong sat down cross-legged as if by divine inspiration. His hands moved rapidly, forming a series of extremely complicated and lengthy mysterious hand seals. A faint aura of desolation gradually lingered around him, like Grey Giant.

"Huh, such terrifying talent, no wonder Yan chose you. Now I understand a little better. Well then, I'll give you a ride."

The blurry figure spoke with a hint of surprise. With a thought, an incredibly thick gray beam of light descended from the sky, instantly enveloping the motionless, slender figure.

That gray beam of light was actually a viscous, almost tangible, desolate aura!

"Will we be able to completely eliminate that True King in a few months? Heh, things are progressing unexpectedly smoothly. This not-so-lovable kid seems to bring good luck..."

As Lin Dong's aura steadily increased, the blurry figure's voice gradually deepened.

Outside, atop that precipitous, Grey Yellow Giant Peak.

A month has passed; a whole month has gone by.

Over the past month, the transparent pillars of light that had enveloped the four True Disciples of the Desolate Hall — Pang Tong, Song Zhou, Jiang Hao, and Fang Yun— have all dissipated, meaning that all four have failed and lost their qualification to obtain the Great Desolation Scripture.

"Uncle-Master Chen Zhen, Martial Uncle Wu Dao, we are ashamed!"

Before the high-ranking officials of the Desolate Hall, Pang Tong and his three companions, who had retreated from the Great Desolation Stele, were pale-faced and bowed in deep shame to apologize.

That eerie, Desolate Plain kept draining the four people's strength. They gritted their teeth and walked through it until they were exhausted, and then they were mercilessly kicked out.