The forbidden zone's lingering might shook the Nine Provinces; the imperial dynasty sent an envoy seeking an alliance

Outside the Fallen Immortal Forbidden Zone, the aftermath of the battle in the Cangwu Mountain Range swept across the entire Eastern Yan Divine Continent like a tsunami, surging unstoppably into every sect, every city, and every cultivator's ears.

One sword strike had annihilated the allied army of ten thousand sects.

One glance had slain the Half-Saint Qingyunzi.

A casual move had crushed the Great Yan Dynasty's Half-Saint emperor.

In just three short days, these three deeds spread from the Cangwu Mountain Range to the Desolate Ancient Swamp at the southernmost tip of the Eastern Yan Divine Continent, then reached the Snow Clan's sacred land in the Far Northern Icefield.

The entire Eastern Yan Divine Continent erupted, then fell utterly silent.

What erupted was the speed at which the news spread; what fell silent was every cultivator's heart, gripped by fear.

No one had imagined that the Fallen Immortal Forbidden Zone, which had occupied the Eastern Yan Divine Continent for a hundred thousand years and was regarded as an ill-omened land, actually concealed such an unimaginable supreme existence.

That white-robed figure became a taboo on everyone's lips.

Some called him the White-Robed Immortal Venerable, others the Lord of the Forbidden Zone, and still more, in private, tremblingly called him-the White-Robed Demon God.

The Azure Cloud Sect was destroyed.

The thirty-six upper sects collapsed.

The seventy-two prestigious sects assembled.

Those supreme powers, once lofty and above all others, holding authority over life and death across their domains, had all turned to ash beneath that single, light wisp of Sword Qi. They had not possessed even the slightest room to resist.

The balance of power across the Eastern Yan Divine Continent was completely rewritten that day.

And the instigator of it all-Lin Chen-was now strolling with Qing He through a small frontier city far from the Cangwu Mountain Range.

The small city was called Falling Star City, meaning "stars fell here." It stood on the southwestern border of the Eastern Yan Divine Continent, far from the struggles of the central lands. Even disciples of major sects rarely set foot there, making it something of a paradise beyond the world.

Dressed in spotless white, Lin Chen walked through the bustling streets and alleys. His bearing transcended the mundane, utterly at odds with the rather crude surroundings, yet somehow blending seamlessly into them.

He released no aura whatsoever and looked like an ordinary young master from a wealthy family. Only his indifferent eyes seemed to hold the starry skies of eternity and see through all the vicissitudes of the world.

After a hundred thousand years of solitude, he had long grown accustomed to tranquility.

The few times he had acted since emerging into the world had been nothing more than brushing away a few bothersome flies to him, never stirring even the slightest ripple in his state of mind.

Qing He followed behind Lin Chen, her little hands tightly clutching the hem of her clothes as she curiously surveyed everything around her.

On both sides of the street, vendors' cries rose and fell. The fragrance of steaming Spirit Cuisine filled the air, and various low-grade Spirit Stones, medicinal herbs, and Demon Beast pelts were neatly displayed, brimming with the bustle of everyday life.

It was Qing He's first time leaving Green Creek Town and her first time seeing such a lively scene. Her eyes brimmed with wonder, yet she dared not stray too far from Lin Chen, afraid that a moment's carelessness would make her lose this supreme senior who had saved her life.

"Senior, look, that sugar figurine is so pretty." Qing He pointed to a little sugar-figurine stall on the street corner and spoke softly, a trace of longing flashing through her eyes.

She had grown up in a mortal town and had never eaten anything particularly good, so she naturally loved these little things.

Lin Chen looked in the direction she pointed, his gaze settling on those lifelike sugar figurines without the slightest change in his eyes.

Such mundane things were no different from dust to him.

But seeing the pure anticipation in Qing He's eyes, Lin Chen fell silent for a moment before saying mildly, "You like them?"

"Yes!" Qing He hurriedly nodded, then hastily shook her head. "But... but Senior, I don't have any Spirit Stones."

She was only a mortal and did not have even a single Spirit Stone of the lowest grade.

Lin Chen said nothing and merely raised a hand.

Without any fluctuation of Law Power or dazzling light, all the sugar figurines at the corner stall instantly flew up on their own and landed neatly before Qing He.

At the same time, the money pouch, Spirit Stones, and loose silver on the stall all turned to ash, as though they had never existed.

In Lin Chen's view, if he wanted something mundane, he simply took it.

There was no need to pay, no need for words.

His will was the law.

The stallholder was a white-haired old man. At this bizarre sight, his legs went weak with fright, and he dropped straight to his knees, trembling all over and not even daring to raise his head, thinking he had encountered an immortal of legend.

Holding a great pile of sugar figurines, Qing He froze where she stood. Then a brilliant smile spread across her face, pure and lovely as a flower in bloom.

"Thank you, Senior!" Qing He bowed deeply to Lin Chen, carefully picked up a rabbit-shaped sugar figurine, and took a small, gentle bite. Sweetness instantly melted over her tongue and reached all the way into her heart.

Watching the smile on the girl's face, Lin Chen felt a slight stirring within.

A hundred thousand years ago, he had obtained endless power, supreme treasures, and an undying body, yet he had never experienced such a simple stirring of emotion.

So this was the warmth of mortal life.

It was... not entirely uninteresting.

"Let's go," Lin Chen said mildly, continuing forward.

Qing He hurried after him, taking little bites of her sugar figurine as she followed, her small face filled with happiness.

The two strolled through the streets of Falling Star City, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

That peace, however, did not last long.

Suddenly, a fierce rush of wind came from the sky.

Nine Golden-Winged Peng Birds, golden all over and each with a wingspan of thirty feet, pulled an enormous jade carriage carved with nine dragons playing with a pearl. They tore across the sky, speeding toward Falling Star City with boundless majesty and overwhelming momentum.

Golden-Winged Peng Birds were exotic creatures from High Antiquity, extraordinarily fast and comparable in combat strength to Golden Core cultivators. Ordinary cultivators would give them a wide berth.

Yet now, nine Golden-Winged Peng Birds were pulling a carriage together!

Myriad pearl curtains hung from the jade carriage, radiating a gentle divine light. Behind them, powerful presences faintly lay concealed, each far surpassing all the cultivators in Falling Star City combined.

Over a hundred imperial guards surrounded the jade carriage, clad in silver armor and carrying spears, their auras stern and murderous. Every guard was at least at Foundation Establishment Realm Peak, and among them were more than a dozen Golden Core Realm commanders!

Even the traveling retinue of a major sect's master fell far short of such a procession!

Clearly, the visitor's status was supremely exalted!

"That's... that's the Great Yan Dynasty's imperial carriage!"

"Heavens! It really is the imperial carriage! Only direct members of the Great Yan Dynasty's imperial family are qualified to ride in the Nine-Dragon Jade Carriage!"

"Could the Great Yan emperor have come in person? But... wasn't the Great Yan emperor defeated in a single move by that White-Robed Demon God?"

"No, the presence aboard the imperial carriage isn't the Great Yan emperor's. It should be a top-ranking envoy sent by the imperial family!"

Seeing the Nine-Dragon Jade Carriage in the sky, the cultivators and commoners in the streets all showed reverence and fell to their knees, not daring to look up.

The Great Yan Dynasty was the foremost dynasty of the Eastern Yan Divine Continent. Its territory was vast, it ruled over hundreds of millions of living beings, and it possessed experts as numerous as clouds and deep foundations. Even sacred sects such as the Azure Cloud Sect had to show it some respect.

Now that the Great Yan Dynasty had dispatched such a distinguished delegation to this small frontier city, it instantly drew everyone's attention.

The Nine-Dragon Jade Carriage slowly stopped above Falling Star City. The nine Golden-Winged Peng Birds gave a ringing phoenix cry, folded their wings, and restrained their auras.

Then a dignified-looking middle-aged man in purple dragon-patterned robes and a jade crown slowly stepped out of the jade carriage.

An aura of King Realm Peak, invincible beneath Half-Saint, radiated from him. His lightning-sharp gaze swept over the city below, and his voice resounded throughout Falling Star City like a great bell:

"Yan Ru, crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, has come at my imperial father's command to pay respects to the Lord of the Fallen Immortal Forbidden Zone, the White-Robed Immortal Venerable!"

Boom!

Those words exploded above Falling Star City like thunder from the highest heavens!

Everyone was stunned, their faces filled with disbelief as they knelt rigidly on the ground, forgetting even to breathe.

The Great Yan Dynasty's crown prince had personally come to pay respects to that White-Robed Demon God?

This... this was simply a tale from the Arabian Nights!

After all, not long ago, the Great Yan emperor had attacked Lin Chen because the third prince had been crippled, only to be defeated in one move and nearly killed.

By all rights, the Great Yan Dynasty and Lin Chen should have been mortal enemies, irreconcilable until death.

Yet now, instead of seeking revenge, the Great Yan Dynasty had sent its crown prince with such a grand procession to pay respects?

The reversal left everyone bewildered.

In a corner of the street.

Hearing the title "White-Robed Immortal Venerable," Qing He instinctively looked at Lin Chen beside her, her eyes filled with surprise.

So Senior was this powerful-even the Great Yan Dynasty's crown prince had to come personally to pay his respects.

Lin Chen raised his head, his indifferent gaze turning toward Yan Ru in the sky without the slightest change in his eyes.

The Great Yan Dynasty.

When he had defeated the Great Yan emperor in one move, he had already learned of this power.

He simply had not expected them to find his whereabouts so quickly and even send their crown prince.

"You court death," Lin Chen said mildly.

In his eyes, the so-called crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty was no different from the flies he had crushed before.

Above, in the sky.

Feeling that indifferent gaze from below, Yan Ru violently shuddered. It was as though a primordial beast from the ancient wilderness had fixed its eyes on him. His soul trembled, his scalp prickled, and an indescribable terror instantly swept through his entire body.

He had not even seen Lin Chen act or sensed any fluctuation of Law Power, yet he felt that his life and death were already entirely in the other man's hands.

With a single thought from him, Yan Ru would instantly perish, his Dao extinguished, without even his soul remaining!

This... this was the Immortal Venerable's power? Towering waves surged through Yan Ru's heart, but he dared not let any of it show on his face. He hurriedly restrained all his aura, slowly descended from the sky, and bowed deeply toward Lin Chen, adopting an exceedingly humble posture.

"This junior, Yan Ru, pays respects to the Immortal Venerable!"

"This junior has come without ill intent. At my imperial father's command, I have come especially to apologize to you, Immortal Venerable, and... on behalf of the Great Yan Dynasty, to seek an alliance with you, submitting for all eternity and never betraying you!"

Yan Ru's voice was respectful to the utmost, even carrying a slight tremor.

He understood very well that the person before him was truly an invincible existence.

One sword strike destroyed ten thousand sects, one glance killed a Half-Saint, and one move defeated an emperor.

Such a figure could annihilate the entire Great Yan Dynasty with a casual wave.

Rather than make an enemy of him, it was better to bow their heads and acknowledge him as their sovereign.

This was the only choice the Great Yan Dynasty's imperial family had reached after three days and nights of deliberation.

Submission!

Only by submitting could they preserve the Great Yan Dynasty's legacy and continue to survive beneath the protection of this White-Robed Immortal Venerable.

Otherwise, the only fate awaiting the Great Yan Dynasty would be the same as the Azure Cloud Sect's-annihilation!

Hearing Yan Ru's words, all the cultivators and commoners below were once again shocked beyond measure.

Submission!

The Great Yan Dynasty, the foremost hegemon of the Eastern Yan Divine Continent, actually intended to submit to a Rogue Cultivator!

If word of this spread, the entire Eastern Yan Divine Continent would go completely mad!

Everyone's gaze focused on Lin Chen, waiting for the White-Robed Immortal Venerable's response.

Lin Chen's eyes remained indifferent as he looked at the bowing Yan Ru, utterly unmoved.

The Great Yan Dynasty's submission?

In his eyes, it was meaningless.

He had signed in for a hundred thousand years and emerged invincible. He needed no allies, much less anyone's submission.

The entire Eastern Yan Divine Continent, and even this world, were no more than dust before him.

"Scram."

A single word, spoken casually, yet carrying an irresistible will, resounded throughout heaven and earth.

The instant his voice fell silent.

Boom!

An invisible, terrifying pressure descended from the heavens, like a primordial divine mountain bearing down, and slammed savagely into Yan Ru.

Yan Ru shook violently, his face instantly turning deathly pale. He spat out a great mouthful of blood, and his body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily into the Nine-Dragon Jade Carriage and smashing it to pieces with a thunderous crash.

"Pfft-"

Yan Ru spat blood again, his aura weakened to the extreme, his eyes filled with the utmost terror and reverence.

A single word had gravely wounded him, the Great Yan crown prince at King Realm Peak!

The surrounding Great Yan imperial guards were frightened out of their wits. They all dropped to their knees, trembling from head to toe, not even daring to breathe heavily.

At last, they understood what true invincibility meant.

Before this White-Robed Immortal Venerable, the strength, status, and standing they took such pride in could not withstand a single blow.

Lin Chen did not spare Yan Ru another glance, as though he had merely done something insignificant.

Holding Qing He's little hand, he continued forward with slow, gentle steps, his retreating figure carefree. He ignored every gaze, as though nothing in the world was worthy of his notice.

Only after Lin Chen's figure disappeared at the end of the street.

Did Yan Ru struggle up from the shattered jade carriage. Not daring to harbor the slightest resentment, he instead bowed once more toward the direction Lin Chen had gone, even more respectfully than before.

"This junior... will obey the Immortal Venerable's decree."

With that, Yan Ru dared not linger. Taking his imperial guards, he rode the remaining Golden-Winged Peng Birds and left Falling Star City in a bedraggled, humiliating retreat, not even daring to look back.

He knew that although the Immortal Venerable had rebuked him and driven him away, he had at least preserved his life, and the Great Yan Dynasty as well.

The Immortal Venerable's not killing them was already an immense blessing.

As for an alliance, or submission...

Someone like the Immortal Venerable disdained forming an alliance with them, and disdained accepting their submission even more.

Before the Immortal Venerable, they did not even count as ants.

With the departure of the Great Yan Dynasty's delegation, peace returned to Falling Star City.

But an indelible white-robed figure remained in everyone's heart.

The White-Robed Immortal Venerable had disregarded the imperial dynasty and driven its crown prince away with a single word.

This news once again swept across the entire Eastern Yan Divine Continent at an even greater speed.

For a time, every power across the Eastern Yan Divine Continent could no longer sit still.

The Azure Cloud Sect was destroyed, and Great Yan had submitted.

No one knew whom this unpredictable White-Robed Immortal Venerable would target next.

Panic spread like a plague.

The surviving major sects all closed their gates and sealed every entrance and exit, strictly forbidding any disciple from leaving, terrified that a careless mistake might provoke this baleful star.

The various dynasties, kingdoms, and duchies all issued strict orders restraining their soldiers and civilians: they were not to cause trouble, oppress mortals, or seize resources. They did everything they could to create a peaceful scene, asking only that the Immortal Venerable not notice them.

The once arrogant and overbearing heavenly geniuses, holy sons, and holy maidens all went into hiding and cultivated diligently behind closed doors, no longer daring to show themselves lightly, much less act recklessly.

Because of Lin Chen alone, the entire Eastern Yan Divine Continent became quieter than ever before.

And Lin Chen cared nothing for any of it.

He left Falling Star City with Qing He and headed west, toward the Western Desert at the westernmost edge of the Eastern Yan Divine Continent.

The Western Desert was vast, with yellow sand filling the skies and few inhabitants, mostly tribes devoted to arduous cultivation and ancient Buddhist sects.

Lin Chen wanted to see whether that land covered in yellow sand could bring him a hint of novelty.

They flew onward, shrinking the earth to inches.

Holding Qing He's hand, Lin Chen covered ten thousand miles in a single step. Mountains and rivers raced backward beneath them, and clouds rolled underfoot like an immortal realm.

Standing beside Lin Chen, Qing He felt not the slightest gale, only warmth and security.

She looked up at Lin Chen beside her, his robes whiter than snow and his bearing transcendent, her eyes full of worship and reliance.

She knew she would never be able to leave this senior for the rest of her life.

During their flight.

Suddenly, Lin Chen stopped, his brows drawing together slightly.

His gaze pierced layer upon layer of clouds and fell upon a vast expanse of yellow sand below.

There, faint yet exceptionally pure Buddhist power pulsed slowly. At the same time, dense death Qi shrouded the surroundings.

"Hmm?" A trace of surprise flashed through Lin Chen's eyes.

The Buddhist sects of the Western Desert actually had Buddhist power this pure?

Moreover, that death Qi seemed to conceal a trace of... demonic Qi from High Antiquity!

"Senior, what's wrong?" Qing He asked softly when she noticed Lin Chen stop.

"Nothing," Lin Chen said calmly. "Let's take a look below."

With those words, Lin Chen moved, bringing Qing He down onto the yellow sand in an instant.

Scorching yellow sand stretched beneath their feet, its end nowhere in sight.

Before them stood an ancient Buddhist temple, more than half of which had long since collapsed.

The temple was called the Great Thunderclap Ancient Temple. Judging by the remaining traces of its architecture, it must once have been incomparably magnificent, thriving with incense offerings. Now, however, only shattered walls remained, its Buddhist statues collapsed and scriptures scattered, all covered in yellow sand, a scene of utter ruin.

At the center of the ancient temple, a damaged Buddhist statue a hundred feet tall stood silently. Faint golden Buddhist light radiated from it, resisting the pitch-black demonic Qi pouring ceaselessly in from all sides.

Beneath the statue sat an old monk in gray robes, his face withered and his breath faint. His palms were pressed together as he silently recited scriptures, using what little life he had left to keep the Buddhist light from fading.

Around the old monk lay dozens of long-cold monks' corpses. The Buddhist light around them was dim; clearly, they had exhausted their vitality and died defending the ancient temple.

Above the temple, a mass of ink-black demonic Qi churned ceaselessly, taking the form of a hideous demon general.

Thirty feet tall, the demon general wore black demonic armor and wielded a demonic saber. His presence was cold and evil, and his cultivation had reached the Half-Saint level!

He repeatedly swung his demonic saber at the statue's Buddhist light. With every strike, the light dimmed a little more.

"Old bald donkey, your last-ditch resistance is meaningless!" The demon general let out a cold, piercing laugh. "I've already claimed this Great Thunderclap Ancient Temple's Buddhist treasure! Today, you will die without question, and all the Buddhist power in this temple will become nourishment for my advancement!"

The old monk opened his bloodshot eyes, yet his gaze remained resolute. Pressing his palms together, he said quietly, "Amitabha. Demonic Qi blots out the sky, bringing calamity to all living beings. Even if I... die and my Dao perishes, I will never let you defile the temple's Buddhist treasure!"

"Obstinate fool!" The demon general's gaze turned cold. "In that case, I'll slaughter you first, old bald donkey, then shatter the statue and seize the Buddhist treasure!"

With that, the demon general raised his saber. Demonic Qi surged around him as he slashed toward the old monk with the might to destroy heaven and earth.

That strike could cleave mountains and slay a Half-Saint!

The old monk closed his eyes, a look of release appearing on his face as he prepared to meet death.

He had done all he could.

He had guarded the ancient temple all his life, but today, in the end, he could no longer protect it.

Yet the death he expected never came.

An indescribably terrifying pressure suddenly descended.

The sky, roiling with demonic Qi, instantly froze.

The demon general's descending saber stopped in midair, unable to fall even a fraction farther.

The cold smile on the demon general's face instantly froze, replaced by utter terror.

He felt a power hundreds of millions of times greater than his own envelop heaven and earth, leaving him without even the strength to move a finger.

"Who? Who dares interfere with me?" the demon general roared, his voice trembling.

No one answered him.

Only an indifferent voice drifted softly through the air, yet reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity:

"Noisy."

The single word fell.

Boom!

The demonic Qi surrounding the demon general instantly shattered into nothingness.

The demonic armor on his body broke apart inch by inch.

The demonic saber in his hand turned to ash.

Before the demon general could even scream, his body exploded, his soul annihilated, vanishing completely from heaven and earth.

A Half-Saint demon general, killed in an instant!

The old monk opened his eyes and was utterly stunned by the sight.

He raised his head toward the source of the voice.

A white-robed figure stood silently upon the yellow sand, his posture upright, his face peerlessly handsome, his gaze indifferent, like a deity of the Nine Heavens.

Beside the white-robed figure stood a delicate-featured young girl.

With just one look, the old monk trembled violently all over and prostrated himself, paying his respects with a trembling voice:

"This junior... greets the supreme Immortal Venerable!"

He could sense that the power within the white-robed young man before him had already surpassed the limits of this world, reaching a realm beyond his imagination.

This was a truly... invincible powerhouse!

Lin Chen's gaze swept over the ruined Great Thunderclap Ancient Temple, then turned to the prostrate old monk as he spoke calmly:

"What is inside this temple?"

Not daring to conceal anything, the old monk hurriedly answered respectfully, "Immortal Venerable, deep within the temple lies a Buddhist treasure from High Antiquity-the Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage to the Ancestor Pearl. It is the temple-guarding treasure left behind by our founding patriarch, and the very thing this demonic Qi covets."

The Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage to the Ancestor Pearl?

Something stirred slightly in Lin Chen's heart.

In his hundred thousand years of signing in, he had obtained countless supreme treasures, including many Buddhist treasures, but he did have some impression of this Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage to the Ancestor Pearl.

It was a supreme treasure refined by a Buddhist Great Emperor in High Antiquity, containing endless Buddhist power, capable of purifying all things and suppressing every evil demon.

Not a bad little trinket.

"Bring it here," Lin Chen said calmly.

"Yes, Immortal Venerable!" Not daring to disobey, the old monk hurriedly struggled to his feet and staggered into the depths of the temple. Soon, he returned holding a round pearl that radiated dazzling golden light and was carved with ten thousand Buddhist statues, respectfully presenting it to Lin Chen.

The moment the Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage to the Ancestor Pearl appeared, the remaining demonic Qi around them was instantly purified, and the entire stretch of yellow sand filled with peaceful Buddhist power.

Lin Chen casually took the Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage to the Ancestor Pearl and held it in his hand.

The pearl felt warm, its Buddhist power pure. To an ordinary cultivator, it was an unsurpassed treasure, but to him, it was merely a somewhat useful collectible.

"Ding~"

Just then, a system notification sounded in Lin Chen's mind.

[The host has signed in at the Great Thunderclap Ancient Temple, triggering a hidden hundred-thousand-year sign-in reward!]

[Reward: supreme Buddhist cultivation method-Mahavairocana True Scripture!]

[Reward: Buddhist golden body-Myriad Buddhas Imperishable Body!]

[Reward: ancient temple's providence blessing. The host can control all Buddhist power in the Western Desert!]

The corners of Lin Chen's lips lifted slightly into a faint smile.

After a hundred thousand years of signing in, there were rewards wherever he went.

The feeling was rather nice.

The Mahavairocana True Scripture, the Myriad Buddhas Imperishable Body.

Although these things were of little use to him, they were better than nothing.

Lin Chen casually handed the Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage to the Ancestor Pearl to Qing He and said calmly, "Take it. It can protect you."

"Huh? For me?" Qing He froze, staring at the pearl radiating dazzling golden light in her hands, her face full of disbelief.

She could feel the immensely powerful force contained within the pearl. It was an unsurpassed treasure.

Senior had just... given it to her?

"Mm." Lin Chen nodded lightly without saying more.

It was only a Buddhist treasure. He could obtain one with a casual wave of his hand.

Giving it to Qing He for protection was just right.

Clutching the Myriad Buddhas Pay Homage to the Ancestor Pearl tightly, Qing He was filled with gratitude. She bowed deeply to Lin Chen. "Thank you, Senior!"

Lin Chen paid no further attention, turning his gaze toward the old monk prostrate on the ground and saying calmly, "This temple is under my protection."

With those words, Lin Chen stirred his divine sense.

Boom!

Endless golden light burst from his body, enveloping the entire Great Thunderclap Ancient Temple.

The collapsed walls were instantly restored.

The shattered Buddhist statues re-formed.

The scattered scriptures returned to their places on their own.

Although the dead monks' bodies could not be revived, their souls were sent into reincarnation by the golden light, allowing them to rest in peace.

In a single instant, the ruined Great Thunderclap Ancient Temple regained its former splendor, becoming even more flourishing than before. Buddhist light shone everywhere, incense smoke curled through the air, and it was incomparably sacred.

Watching this, the old monk wept, kowtowing repeatedly. "Thank you, Immortal Venerable! Thank you, Immortal Venerable!"

The Immortal Venerable had restored the ancient temple with a mere lift of his hand. Such a Divine Ability was simply inconceivable!

Lin Chen lingered no longer. With Qing He, he took a step and vanished from the yellow sand, continuing to fly deeper into the Western Desert.

Only the Great Thunderclap Ancient Temple, restored to its splendor, and the old monk, kneeling in devout worship with tears streaming down his face, remained.

From that day on, another legend spread through the Western Desert.

The White-Robed Immortal Venerable had descended, destroyed a demon general with one finger, restored an ancient temple with a wave, bestowed a Buddhist treasure, and sheltered the Western Desert.

The Great Thunderclap Ancient Temple became the foremost holy temple in the Western Desert, enshrining the White-Robed Immortal Venerable for all eternity.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen traveled west with Qing He, leaving footprints throughout the Western Desert.

Wherever he went, demonic Qi was purified, evil beings dissipated, deserts became oases, and withered trees sprouted branches anew.

Every Buddhist sect and tribe in the Western Desert felt that invincible presence and bowed in submission, honoring Lin Chen as the Guardian God of the Western Desert.

Lin Chen remained indifferent.

To him, these were merely things done with a casual wave of his hand.

His goal had never been this tiny Eastern Yan Divine Continent, nor this barren Western Desert.

It was beyond the Nine Heavens, in All Heavens and Myriad Worlds!

After signing in for a hundred thousand years, he was invincible the moment he emerged into the world.

The storms of the Eastern Yan Divine Continent were nothing but a minor interlude on his invincible path.

The truly grand scenes still lay ahead.

From this day forward, All Heavens and Myriad Worlds would tremble because of him!