Please Die, Senior

After activating the Supreme Divine Ability, the Eight Desolations Battle Body, Lin Changqing immediately felt his strength swell severalfold. The terrifying pressure descended, only to be forcibly held at bay. Swift as a galloping horse, he charged straight toward the summit of the peak that towered like a celestial pillar.

Boom... rumble...

Clang...

The next moment, all manner of eerie chants rose from within the mountain forest, like the Divine Echoes of heavenly demons. They lured at the mind, drawing one into depravity, even capable of causing one's will and consciousness to lose their way.

This was an exceedingly terrifying demonic sound, one that ignored the defenses of the Flesh Body Realm and targeted the will of the mind directly.

"Hmph... the same old tricks. First pressure, then spiritual temptation—striking with both fists at once. Unfortunately, they're useless against me." Lin Changqing gave a cold snort. With a stirring of his heart, Spiritual Power surged forth to protect himself. No matter how the demonic sounds rang out in waves, he remained utterly unmoved, advancing step by step toward the mountain peak.

Lin Changqing was incredibly fast. Though he did not fly and merely traveled across the ground, each step carried him ten thousand zhang, as though he had shrunk the earth into inches. A mere mountain could not hinder him at all. In less than a hundred breaths, he had reached the mountaintop and stopped before an Ancient Palace.

The palace was not actually large, yet every corner of it carried an unfathomable aura, exuding an ancient and weathered air.

Lin Changqing surveyed his surroundings. Only after finding nothing amiss did he push open the palace doors and stride inside. Wisps of spiritual energy within the empty great hall had transformed into clouds and mist that curled through the air,