"Let them in." After Lin Yu sent a voice transmission to the guards watching the mountain, Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan soon entered Hongmeng Mountain.
Although Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan had both attained Sainthood, all their spiritual power was still sealed the moment they stepped onto the stairs leading to the Primordial Hall.
Fortunately, after attaining Sainthood, their physical strength was no longer what it had once been. They could be said to have shed their old bodies and been reborn. Thus, although they were still climbing without spiritual power, Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan took only half as long as on their first visit.
Upon entering the Primordial Hall, the two saw Lin Yu seated on his cloud chair as usual and cupped their fists in greeting. "Greetings, Hall Master. Thank you for so generously helping us survive our lightning tribulations!"
Lin Yu smiled and said casually, "No need for formalities. I only did it to ensure our transaction went smoothly."
Hearing this, Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan exchanged a glance, each seeing the wry smile in the other's eyes.
Lin Yu's polite attitude clearly drew a line between them, leaving them no chance to build a closer relationship with him.
While Cui Ranqing was still regretting that Lin Yu had seen through her thoughts, Ancestor Qingyan had already noticed something amiss.
"Is that... a True Dragon?!" By the end, Ancestor Qingyan's voice had gone off-key as he stared openmouthed at Little Purple on Lin Yu's shoulder.
Standing behind Lin Yu, Luo Qingxu silently nodded. That was the normal reaction, wasn't it?
She had been completely dumbstruck when she first saw Little Purple, after all. If she hadn't had other matters to attend to, she would certainly have asked exactly what was going on.
"Hmph!" Little Purple forcefully snorted through his nostrils, his purple eyes snapping open to glare fiercely at Ancestor Qingyan.
With just that one look, Ancestor Qingyan felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him.
Who could have imagined that even a little dragon beside the Hall Master of the Primordial Hall would be stronger than him!
That single breath sent a terrifying draconic presence spreading outward, forcing both Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan to retreat a step.
Had ordinary people seen this, their jaws would probably have dropped.
After all, Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan were Saint-level powerhouses the likes of which the Eastern Wasteland had not produced in a thousand years, yet a single breath from the pet on Lin Yu's shoulder had forced them back a step.
If even his pet's strength surpassed the Saint level, how terrifying must Lin Yu's own strength be!
Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan couldn't help exchanging another glance. Fortunately, they didn't live on Hongmeng Mountain. Otherwise, their strength, which dominated the Eastern Wasteland, would probably have put them at the very bottom!
"Be good, Little Purple. Be good." Lin Yu stroked Little Purple's head, soothing his grumpiness at being woken.
Little Purple had just been disturbed from sleep and felt terribly aggrieved, so he could only burrow closer to Lin Yu.
Only after more or less soothing Little Purple did Lin Yu prepare to deal with the materials outside Hongmeng Mountain.
With a thought, a phantom image of Lin Yu manifested outside Hongmeng Mountain.
"System, scan the materials below and determine whether they're sufficient to build a city."
"Ding! Scan in progress... scan complete!"
[Assessment: sufficient to build a city.]
Seeing this, Lin Yu nodded, reached out, and gently pressed down on empty space before lifting his hand.
As though answering a summons, countless materials rose from the ground and flew toward Lin Yu in midair.
Such a huge commotion instantly drew the attention of the cultivators investigating the surroundings and those standing guard.
But upon seeing Lin Yu's figure, all of them showed much the same excitement and exhilaration.
"It's the Hall Master of the Primordial Hall!"
"Night Moon Palace and Qingyan Mountain Manor really have benefited from the Primordial Hall's blessings!"
"So this is where the Primordial Hall is!"
The cultivators below cheered and chattered, but Lin Yu had little interest in them.
Since the materials were sufficient, it was time to begin building his city.
Lin Yu pointed at the countless materials again, and a flame suddenly appeared, burning beneath them.
The countless materials rapidly melted under the terrifying heat. Tens of thousands of cultivators watched this stunning sight with their heads tilted upward, all of them speechless.
Yet Lin Yu had only one thought: they were melting far too slowly!
As though sensing Lin Yu's thoughts, Little Purple soared into the air. His body, only a meter long within Hongmeng Mountain, instantly grew a hundredfold once he flew beyond it.
The blue-purple dragon swooped up and down, charging straight toward Lin Yu.
"That's... a True Dragon!"
"Is this the legendary True Dragon?"
Little Purple's resounding dragon cries stunned the cultivators, though what they felt now was more a sense of numbness.
Every appearance of the Hall Master of the Primordial Hall left them feeling this way. Just when something had already astonished them, he always found a way to astonish them even further!
Lin Yu looked in puzzlement at Little Purple, who had suddenly appeared. If he remembered correctly, hadn't Little Purple just been lazily nuzzling into his arms? Why had he suddenly come running out again?
But the next second, Lin Yu understood Little Purple's intentions.
A breath burst from Little Purple's mouth, showering countless streams of lightning fire over the materials and instantly doubling the speed at which they melted!
Little Purple swooped up and down, breathing without pause. He had sensed Lin Yu's thoughts just now and had come down from the mountain specifically to help him.
Watching the little fellow working hard in midair, Lin Yu's heart stirred slightly. He really was a good child.
Even with Little Purple's help, melting all the materials still took Lin Yu an entire day.
Fortunately, while Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan had gone to break through to Sainthood, Lin Yu had already prepared the mold for the city.
Lin Yu melted the countless casting materials directly into liquid with lightning fire, letting them flow into the mold to take shape.
Only when he saw that the materials had nearly finished melting did Little Purple nod in satisfaction and return to Hongmeng Mountain. He shrank back to his original size, lay on Lin Yu's shoulder, and began acting spoiled.
As Lin Yu watched the little fellow continually nuzzling him with his forehead, the exhaustion in Little Purple's eyes was impossible to hide, and he couldn't help feeling a little heartache.
He raised a hand and stroked Little Purple's head. "Little fellow, you've been a great help this time. Leave the rest to me."
Delighted by Lin Yu's praise, Little Purple wagged his tail, leaned against Lin Yu's shoulder, and fell asleep again. Before long, he was even snoring softly.
Hearing this, Lin Yu couldn't help chuckling. It seemed the little fellow really had worn himself out this time!
After stroking Little Purple once more, Lin Yu turned his attention back outside the mountain, and the phantom image representing him slowly stood.
Countless cultivators held their breath and focused, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on him.