The Strange Pavilion

The Strange Pavilion

"How absurd!"

After casually commenting on it, Xiao Lin was left somewhat speechless.

A Dou Wang wanted to hunt down a Dou Emperor with Heavenly Soul Realm?

Did he think he was the protagonist?

So, Xiao Lin felt no ripples whatsoever over killing the other party with a single finger.

After all, with his strength, if he could not instantly kill the man, would that not make him seem utterly pathetic?

He might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head into it!

As for the God-Slaying Finger, it was likewise a Dou Technique created by Xiao Lin himself.

He condensed Astral Dou Qi at his fingertip into a single point, then unleashed it in an instant.

Its single-target destructive power even surpassed the Stellar Hand Seal!

Sure enough, after Yan Bohong was killed by Xiao Lin's single finger strike, his corpse fell from the air, leaving only a bloody hole in his forehead.

Everything inside his brain had already been destroyed by the God-Slaying Finger.

It could be said that Yan Bohong had gone peacefully, without suffering the slightest pain.

Afterward, Xiao Lin took Yan Bohong's Storage Ring and disposed of the corpse.

It had to be said that, as a Dou Wang powerhouse and a member of the Falling Goose Empire's imperial family, Yan Bohong had quite a substantial fortune.

Xiao Lin merely swept through the Storage Ring with his soul power, and aside from several hundred thousand gold coins, it contained all sorts of pills, cultivation methods, and Dou Techniques.

Though the best among them were only fifth-tier pills and Profound Rank cultivation methods and Dou Techniques, Xiao Lin had still made a fortune in one go.

"Sure enough, murder and robbery are the fastest road to wealth! They say murder and arson bring gold belts—those words truly do not deceive!"

Looking at his gains, Xiao Lin could not help but sigh.

For a moment, he even entertained the thought of making himself rich through murder and robbery.

However, he quickly cast that tempting thought out of his mind.

For one thing, Xiao Lin was influenced by the moral values of his previous life.

This time, Yan Bohong of the Falling Goose Empire had come looking for trouble himself. Xiao Lin had killed him without the slightest guilt.

But if he were to go around killing people just to make himself wealthy, Xiao Lin honestly could not accept that.

People were people because they still had bottom lines!

Secondly, murder and robbery were not a long-term solution.

Since ancient times, what powerhouse had become the strongest by endlessly murdering and robbing others?

Putting aside whether it would offend people, if one day he encountered someone as underhanded as Xiao Lin, he would be finished in minutes!

So, it was fine to think about such things, but absolutely not fine to actually do them.

After that little incident, Xiao Lin did not concern himself with anything else. Instead, he turned and walked toward the relatively intact building he had discovered earlier.

This building had nine floors. Its exterior carried a faintly decayed aura, yet it still stood firmly upon this land.

As for what this building was called?

Unfortunately, the writing on the plaque had long since blurred away. Only the final character, "Pavilion," remained relatively intact.

But what the hell could he learn from that?

Still, Xiao Lin was not worried about it.

Even before the Secret Realm's protective grand formation had completely shattered, he had already been able to roughly judge the strength of the ancient sect within it.

At most, it was a Dou Venerable-level force, perhaps not even that.

Why was Xiao Lin so certain?

Because the place where this unknown sect was located was not an independent space of its own.

One had to know that Dou Saints possessed the ability to open up a separate space.

Think about it. If this were a Dou Saint-level force, how could this Secret Realm merely be covered by a formation instead of existing in another space?

Furthermore, according to the Mite'er Family, a Seventh-Order Magical Beast had battered the Secret Realm's protective grand formation to the brink of collapse, leaving it able to hold out for at most another three months. How could this possibly be a Dou Saint-level force?

No matter how shabby a Dou Saint-level force was, its sect-protecting grand formation could not be broken by a single Seventh-Order Magical Beast.

Clearly, this was a force at most at the Dou Venerable level!

Perhaps the passage of time had prevented the sect-protecting grand formation from maintaining its greatest power, allowing it to be battered to the brink of collapse by a Seventh-Order Magical Beast.

Or perhaps it was simply a Dou Zong-level force.

As for forces below the Dou Zong level, that was equally impossible.

After all, what force below the Dou Zong level could, after so many years, still keep a Seventh-Order Magical Beast from completely breaking its sect-protecting grand formation?

Thus, Xiao Lin concluded that this Secret Realm was merely the remnant of a Dou Zong- or Dou Venerable-level force.

And with Xiao Lin's current strength as an Eight-Star Dou Emperor, coupled with Heavenly Realm Soul Power, even if it were a Dou Venerable-level force, he was still confident he could ensure his own safety!

Since that was the case, what did he have to fear?

Therefore, after dealing with Yan Bohong, Xiao Lin stepped into the Nine-Story Pavilion without hesitation.

The instant Xiao Lin entered the Nine-Story Pavilion, a sleeping soul at the top of the pavilion slowly opened its eyes.

"After all these years, has someone finally arrived?"

The awakened soul stared at Xiao Lin as he entered the Nine-Story Pavilion, then murmured softly.

As for Xiao Lin, the instant he entered the Nine-Story Pavilion, he felt as though something had fixed its gaze upon him.

However, when he swept the area with his powerful Heavenly Realm Soul Power, he found nothing.

"Was that an illusion?"

After discovering nothing, Xiao Lin could not help frowning.

Although Xiao Lin did not sense any danger at the moment, he still felt that something was very wrong!

It was just that he could not put his finger on what exactly was wrong.

After irritably shaking his head, Xiao Lin tried to calm himself and ignore that uncomfortable feeling.

By now, Xiao Lin had entered the first floor of the Nine-Story Pavilion and begun examining his surroundings.

Empty—utterly empty. That was Xiao Lin's assessment of the first floor of the Nine-Story Pavilion.

There was nothing here. There were not even stairs leading to the second floor. The only thing present was an enormous black circular pattern on the ground at the center of the first floor.

Out of caution, Xiao Lin did not immediately approach the enormous black circular pattern in the middle of the first floor.

"Strange. From the outside, this pavilion clearly has nine floors. Why is there not even a passage to the second floor on the first floor?

Could it be that the people of this sect used to fly up to the second floor?"

Xiao Lin rubbed his chin and sank into thought.

To be honest, Xiao Lin's first impression of the Nine-Story Pavilion was that it was strange—extremely strange!

At that moment, Xiao Lin also realized that he might have struck it big.

The uniqueness of this Nine-Story Pavilion might not be inferior to the sect's central hall!

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