Lin Bai's Trump Card!
"This is indeed a good plan, but are there really methods for altering formations inside the Celestial God Tomb? You should know that formation was established by the Ancient Immortal Sect's peak experts back then. Trying to alter a formation set up by experts of that level is harder than climbing to the heavens!"
The light-and-shadow figure sat cross-legged within the flower's stamen and spoke coldly.
Lin Bai chuckled. "Although I've never been to the Celestial God Tomb, I've heard rumors on the Barren Ancient Continent that it contains unimaginable, heaven-defying opportunities. I believe there must be a method inside for dealing with the Ancient Immortal Sect and the Central Sacred Nation!"
"I also hope that you seniors will pray in your hearts that I can find such a method in the Celestial God Tomb. Otherwise, if my Lin Family and the Divine Martial Nation are destroyed, I'm afraid the lifelong wishes you seniors have pursued for centuries will never be fulfilled! No matter how outstanding, exceptional, or gifted your descendants and disciples are, they will never be able to enter the Spirit Realm. They can only end up like you, trapped to death on the Barren Ancient Continent for the rest of their lives!"
A mocking smile curled at the corner of Lin Bai's lips as he spoke coldly.
Lin Bai was right. Now that the Central Sacred Nation alone controlled Descent Mountain, and the Ancient Immortal Sect looked down on the warriors of the Barren Ancient Continent, it had forbidden all warriors besides the Central Sacred Nation's imperial clan from ascending to the Spirit Realm. Even Old Man Lone Boat and the Imperial Advisor could not easily leave the Barren Ancient Continent!
From the darkness came a ghostly voice. "The Celestial God Tomb is