Azure light filled the entire sky!
The Power of Thunder surged toward the Primordial Compass, but the instant the two forces met, the Power of Thunder had no strength to fight back and dissipated outright.
"Hum..."
The Primordial Compass spun rapidly, its azure light spreading deep into the clouds. The Power of Thunder launched trembling attacks at it, only to crumble before even making contact.
There was no telling how long the battle lasted. With one final deafening crash, the entire Eastern Wasteland shook, and heaven and earth returned to peace.
"Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..."
This time, it was truly over. Even the dark clouds stretching ten thousand miles had scattered completely, leaving only the clear blue sky and that illusory figure on the horizon.
Countless cultivators stared at the scene before them in disbelief. Everything was so tranquil that the fierce battle just now seemed like an illusion.
Yet the Thunder Dragons Lin Yu had pinned motionless in midair remained, silently reminding them that everything that had just happened was real!
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Two beams of purple-gold light descended from the horizon at the same time, falling squarely upon Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan.
The two, whose breaths had been weak just moments before, instantly returned to their peak condition. Not only that, their imposing presence continued to climb!
In the blink of an eye, the two who had been listless regained the light in their eyes.
The spiritual power around Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan rose at a terrifying speed. Before everyone's eyes, they underwent the transformation of attaining Sainthood.
"System, deduce the detailed information on these two pillars of light."
Lin Yu stroked his chin, watching Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan thoughtfully.
The system's answer, however, was rather merciless: "Ding! Deduction in progress... insufficient authorization. Unable to deduce!"
Lin Yu thought little of this answer. In fact, it was within his expectations.
These two pillars of light had come from the horizon, so they presumably had some indescribable connection to the Great Dao. And the so-called Great Dao was intimately connected to the Primordial Hall.
In any case, the Primordial Hall's fame rating was still only "slightly renowned." It was a long way from the Great Dao, so being unable to calculate this was perfectly normal.
But the system's failed deduction could not stop Lin Yu from conducting a deduction himself.
With a wave of his hand, a speck of light flew out of each pillar and descended toward him.
Lin Yu summoned the Primordial Compass back into his hand.
In the distance, Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan could only watch Lin Yu helplessly. Their strength had now risen to the Sainthood Realm, and they could naturally wield the might of Saints, but neither dared act out of line before him.
Whether it was his help in resisting the lightning tribulation just now or the Primordial Hall's terrifying powers of deduction, Lin Yu had long since demonstrated his extraordinary strength.
Even though Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan had now attained Sainthood, they could only obediently allow Lin Yu to study their pillars of Sainthood light.
Lin Yu drew the specks of light over, examined them briefly, then put them away.
There was still a great deal to study about the power of the Great Dao. Lin Yu planned to take it back to the Primordial Hall and research it at leisure.
As for the twelve Thunder Dragons at his feet, Lin Yu smiled and waved his hand, gathering them all into his bag.
"Not a bad haul this time." Lin Yu clapped his hands in satisfaction.
Just then, a series of cracking sounds came from the space beneath his feet.
"Crack... crack... crack..."
Under the repeated pressure just now, the ancient seals could no longer hold. They shattered one after another, revealing half of a magnificent complex of buildings before the cultivators' eyes!
"This is!"
Every cultivator's attention was completely drawn to the sight before them.
Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan were startled as well. They had only just emerged from within the seals, never expecting them to shatter so soon afterward.
Moreover, they had previously searched for opportunities in only a tiny portion of the complex. Seeing a small world like a city appear before them, Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan could not contain their astonishment, even though they had already attained Sainthood.
"It looks like something is going to happen to Saint King Yunteng's Tomb ahead of time." Lin Yu sighed helplessly.
His intervention had clearly damaged the seals on Saint King Yunteng's Tomb.
Combined with Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan's earlier Sainthood lightning tribulations, even the seals on Saint King Yunteng's Tomb could no longer hold.
"I am Saint King Yunteng. In half a month, the tomb will open. Those with the destined affinity may obtain my legacy."
An ethereal voice drifted from within the city, yet it shook the entire Eastern Wasteland.
The voice broke through the constraints of space, sounding like a whisper beside every cultivator's ear!
For a moment, even the ripples of sound were clearly visible. Unlike the ordinary cultivators, however, Lin Yu was not excited. Instead, he gazed thoughtfully toward the horizon.
If his guess was correct, this voice would likely travel straight beyond the Eastern Wasteland, even reaching other regions.
But in the end, Lin Yu did not intervene. Just as he himself had said, the Primordial Hall remained neutral and would never favor any side. Thus, he should not restrict news of the legacy in Saint King Yunteng's Tomb to the Eastern Wasteland.
Looking at the cultivators below, who were still rejoicing over the news, Lin Yu said calmly, "Whether this brings fortune or calamity will depend on the Eastern Wasteland cultivators' own luck."
With that, Lin Yu lingered no longer. He turned and returned to the Primordial Hall.
In the cultivators' eyes, Lin Yu's illusory figure simply dissipated. Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan had already reached their respective sects' positions. Looking in the direction Lin Yu had left, both bowed with deep respect.
Although they had already attained Sainthood, this bow truly could not be omitted!
Without Lin Yu's help, never mind attaining Sainthood-they would not even have known where to begin looking for an opportunity to do so.
Moreover, Lin Yu had even helped them overcome their tribulations afterward. This was a bow they owed him.
Seeing their elder and ancestor bow, the disciples of the Night Moon Palace and Qingyan Mountain Manor promptly followed suit, bowing respectfully in the direction Lin Yu had left.
At that moment, even the other cultivators, filled with curiosity and a desire to explore Saint King Yunteng's Tomb, did not forget to briefly set aside their curiosity and bow respectfully in the direction Lin Yu had left.
Today, had Lin Yu not intervened, the entire Eastern Wasteland might have been plunged into devastation, its living beings reduced to misery. His appearance had alleviated that situation at just the right moment.
This bow held not only their gratitude toward Lin Yu, but even more their reverence for him!
Such a powerhouse could summon clouds with a turn of his hand and bring rain with a flip of his palm, doing so with effortless ease. Surely he had long since surpassed the realm of Saints!