Lin Yu found Gu Yongchun's aggrieved expression rather amusing. A dignified Saint King, yet now he had not a shred of a Saint King's dignity left.
But who told them to cause trouble for him with all their fighting? This counted as a little lesson for them.
Only after every trace of the fighting had dispersed like smoke and clouds did Lin Yu's phantom appear.
Although his face remained indistinct, the white robes and the blue-green compass in his hand made his identity self-evident.
Cheers rose once more from the cultivators watching in the distance.
"The Hall Master has made his move!"
"It really is the Hall Master!"
"When it comes to the strongest person in our Eastern Wasteland, it can only be the Hall Master."
"Exactly! One turn of his compass, and whether you're a Saint or a Saint King, you have to lie down and behave!"
"So just how strong is the Hall Master? Doesn't this mean he's beyond the Saint King realm?"
"Forget Saint King-he might even have become an Emperor!"
The cultivators of the Eastern Wasteland buzzed with discussion, but those from the outside factions looked far less pleased.
The leaders of the Sea Blue Pavilion, Nine Heavens Pavilion, Lingye Island, and Three Swords Sect exchanged glances. The master of the Primordial Hall whom the Eastern Wasteland's cultivators spoke of really existed!
Not only did he exist, he was incredibly strong.
His strength was simply absurd!
Two whole Saint King-level experts had been suppressed in a single move, unable to fight back at all.
Since when had the Eastern Wasteland possessed an expert like this?
How had their sects received no word whatsoever? Even a conservative estimate would put his strength above the Saint King realm!
Above Saint King Yunteng's Tomb, Lin Yu had little time to bicker with Gu Yongchun and the master of the Nine Heavens Pavilion. His gaze fell on the violently trembling space below.
After being suppressed, Gu Yongchun and the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master also noticed something was wrong. They could not help looking down, and both their expressions changed.
"This is bad! The space has been caught up in the fighting. I'm afraid it's going to explode!"
Hearing Gu Yongchun's frantic shouting, Lin Yu's temper flared.
"You have the nerve to say it's going to explode? Don't you know who caused this?"
"Exactly! In the end, this is all your fault, you old bastard!" To his surprise, Gu Yongchun immediately turned and snarled at the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master.
Seeing Gu Yongchun baring his teeth, the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master immediately wanted to snap back, but the Primordial Compass in Lin Yu's hand gave him pause.
This was someone else's territory, after all. Being too arrogant would not do him any good.
"You still have the nerve to talk!" Lin Yu's temper flared. Gu Yongchun actually had the gall to blame the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master.
"Exactly! How do you have the nerve?" Gu Yongchun simply pretended not to understand Lin Yu and continued accusing the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master.
"If you'd kept your subordinates in line, none of this would have happened." Gu Yongchun curled his lip impatiently.
The mysterious space was about to explode, yet Gu Yongchun's playful attitude made it seem as though he was not worried at all.
The Nine Heavens Pavilion Master was in a better position. Only a clone of his had come, so even if it exploded, he would suffer some injuries at most.
Gu Yongchun, however, would be out of luck. He had come in his true body. If Saint King Yunteng's Tomb exploded, the consequences would be unimaginable.
I really don't know what this fellow is thinking! The Nine Heavens Pavilion Master grumbled inwardly, but did not dare say it aloud.
"Enough. Just keep quiet for a bit!" Gu Yongchun's habit of acting familiar with everyone gave Lin Yu a headache.
Meanwhile, the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master had turned his gaze toward Lin Yu. So this kid had acted earlier to suppress the disturbances in Saint King Yunteng's Tomb. He had misjudged him.
"Ahem, you two. There's something I'd like to discuss with you." Just then, Lin Yu's voice drifted over.
"You lot, I have something to tell you." After some thought, Lin Yu also sent a "private message" to the leaders of the major factions.
While Gu Yongchun and the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master had been arguing incessantly just now, Lin Yu had quietly made a decision.
As more and more energy gathered within the mysterious space, the risk of an explosion grew ever greater. The situation was already burning with urgency.
Lin Yu currently had two ways to deal with it. One was to suppress the shock waves the instant Saint King Yunteng's Tomb exploded.
But that would destroy all of Saint King Yunteng's Tomb. Lin Yu looked at the various buildings within the space below. Many unexpected opportunities lay hidden there as well. It would truly be a pity to destroy them just like that.
As for the second method, it was to take it back to the Primordial Platform and study it!
With the Primordial Platform's help, suppressing Saint King Yunteng's Tomb would be no problem.
However, taking a space as large as Saint King Yunteng's Tomb back to Hongmeng Mountain presented another problem: how would he transport it?
If he took such an enormous space, one that could explode at any moment, directly through space-time, how would that be any different from running around with a lit bomb?
At this thought, Lin Yu immediately decided that traveling through space-time with Saint King Yunteng's Tomb was impossible.
As it happened, Gu Yongchun had still been arguing endlessly with the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master at the time, and Lin Yu's gaze could not help falling on the pair.
They had caused this whole mess in the first place. Nothing could be more fitting than making them resolve it now!
Half an hour later, Lin Yu's phantom sat in his chair as usual, but this time, the chair was not stationary. It was drifting slowly along.
Behind him was a rather astonishing sight.
The entire space containing Saint King Yunteng's Tomb was being towed slowly forward.
At the very front were Gu Yongchun and the Nine Heavens Pavilion Master. The two men who had been bickering nonstop just a moment ago were now moving forward with a rope of light in each of their hands.
Beyond them were the outside factions' means of transport-palaces, treasure ships, leaf boats. Not a single one had escaped. All had been tethered with ropes of light and were hauling Saint King Yunteng's Tomb toward Hongmeng Mountain.
Everyone obediently followed behind Lin Yu, moving at an extremely slow pace.
The cultivators of the Eastern Wasteland were all struck speechless by the sight. The Primordial Hall Master had astonished them yet again.
The first instinct of many who witnessed the scene was to rub their eyes. They almost thought they had seen wrong, but soon discovered that it was all real.
Gu Yongchun, a dignified Saint King, had actually been turned into a tool for hauling Saint King Yunteng's Tomb by Lin Yu!
After hearing this, no one knew what expression to make.