The Prodigies War-Novel

The old man in a scholarly robe had a beard and hair that was snowy-white and radiated a majestic aura. His appearance immediately drew the attention of everyone.

Clearly, all the saints recognized him as they all raised their brows and widened their eyes.

It seemed that they did not expect a living fossil like him to appear here.

“Paying respect to Mister Miaoxuan.”

But what was more surprising was that many saints bowed their heads to express their respect.

Only Lin Xun still had a frown on his face

Xiao Bugui’s voice rang in his ears. “Kid, that’s Mister Miaoxuan from the Divine Apparatus Pavilion of the Hidden Holy Lands. He is an old living fossil who has been around for an unknown number of years. His background and foundation are terrifying, and we all can only consider ourselves juniors before him.”

Divine Apparatus Pavilion!

Lin Xun had heard of this Hidden Holy Land. It was said to be the most mysterious sacred place in the Ancient Wasteland Domain and its cultivators rarely appeared in the world. The Divine Apparatus Pavilion was known for reading the fortune of the world.

For example, the conflict before the great age, the appearance of the Supreme Realm, and the end of the Supreme Realm were all predicted in advance and announced to the outside world by the Divine Apparatus Pavilion.

Similarly, the successors of the Divine Apparatus Pavilion were regarded as scribes of the cultivation world. They held two supreme sacred items: the Spring Autumn Brush and the Annals of History. They were a written account of the important and historical events and changes of the world throughout time.

Anyone who made it onto the chronicle was a remarkable figure whose name would never die and their legacy would live on forever.

Rumor had it that the Star Records in the Divine Apparatus Pavilion consisted of records of legendary figures from ancient times to the present day.

Even if the Ancient Wasteland Domain became annihilated, the Star Records would exist for eternity and would never be erased, Thus, the name of the remarkable figure would live forever.

The old man who everyone called Mister Miaoxuan came from the Divine Apparatus Pavilion. It was no surprise that all the saints present were particularly respectful towards him.

But even after learning about all this, Lin Xun’s attitude remained unchanged. “Elder, if you are here to stop my killing spree, then please understand that it’s of no use. No one can stop me today no matter who you are.”

Mister Miaoxuan let out an audible sigh, “My little friend, I know you are upset, but...four True Saints have already died today, which is a disastrous loss to the Ancient Wasteland Domain. I hope you can step back and compromise and let this matter go.”

Lin Xun’s expression did not change. “Their deaths are a loss to the Ancient Wasteland, but what if I die today? Elder, you have a compassionate heart, but I have the intention to kill them all. You don’t need to persuade me anymore.”

His extremely rude words made Xiao Bugui and the others tense up and tremble inwardly. In the Ancient Wasteland Domain, not many people dared to talk to Mister Miaoxuan in such a way!

“Little friend, you have entered the Supreme Realm before so you must also know that in the ancient era, countless sages had fought against enemies from the eight domains. Now, although the Ancient Wasteland Domain is in the splendor of the great age, it is also accompanied by a looming huge crisis. It is very likely that the attack of the eight domains will repeat itself.”

Mister Miaoxuan did not show a hint of anger and spoke in a gentle voice.

“When that happens, the only ones who can stand up and support the citizens of Ancient Wasteland Domain are cultivators like us. Saints are the pinnacle of existence in this world and have the power to change the overall situation.

“Every time we lose a single one of them, it means that the Ancient Wasteland Domain’s power to fight against foreign enemies in the future is weakened. Little friend, I hope you can think carefully about your decision.”

His words contained not a shred of threat, but was spoken with understanding and reasoning. He did not attempt to oppress Lin Xun with his identity and status.

However, Lin Xun’s frown deepened. “A group of selfish, arrogant, and shameless old bastards can’t even tolerate a young junior. How can we rely on them to stand up for all living beings in the world in the future?”

That one sentence felt like a torrent of abuse to Shang Ye, Xia Houxue, and the other saints!

They seethed with rage, and their faces turned darker and more hostile.

“Boy, out of respect for Mister Miaoxuan, we won’t bother to deal with a junior like you. Do you think we are afraid of you?”

Xia Houxue’s expression was menacing.

“You are just at the seventh longevity tribulation. The power you borrowed will eventually fade. Let’s see who can save you then!”

Mo Kong’s words were filled with killing intent and cut like a knife.

The others also felt murderous rage. They were much more at ease because Mister Miaoxuan’s appearance gave them an opportunity.

The longer this dragged on, the more the power that Lin Xun borrowed would dissipate. This benefited them hugely.

Similarly, now that Mister Miaoxuan had come, how would he allow Lin Xun to behave wildly again?

With one glance, Lin Xun seemed to read the minds of the saints. He smiled coldly. “Elder, you have also seen what those old bastards are like. If you obstruct me again, then you are also my enemy!”

His voice was resounding and powerful!

His voice only just faded when he bent the bow and pulled back the bowstring, aiming it directly at Mo Kong in the distance.

“You dare!”

Ye Jiuxiao and Xiao Bugui could not help exchanging a glance with each other. Lin Xun’s bravery and courage was completely beyond their imagination.Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

With an expression like ice, Lin Xun drew the fierce and sinister No-Nonsense Bow that was made out of bones and skeletons.

He set the Moli Arrow on the string, stirring up wind and lightning.

A chilling and murderous air replaced the peaceful atmosphere between heaven and earth.

Everything indicated that Lin Xun had no intention of leaving this matter at that and refused to listen to Mister Miaoxuan’s suggestion!

“Little friend, I just want to ask you one thing, when the war of nine domains comes and the living beings are engulfed in catastrophe, despair, and misery, what would you do?”

Suddenly, Mister Miaoxuan asked one question, his voice reaching the depths of the mind like a resounding bell.

Lin Xun did not hesitate to answer, “Under a toppled nest, can there be unbroken eggs? If that happens, with everything that I have learned in my life, I will fight across the nine heavens and kill the invading enemies from the eight domains.”

Back then, when he witnessed the feat of Sword Emperor Taixuan, Ghost King Xuan Kong, Battle Emperor Mo Yang, Saint Buddha Xingjia and other great sages, he was greatly touched and affected and had this noble aspiration.

If a catastrophe truly came, then he would not just stand idly by!

“Absurd! How can a little ant of the seventh longevity tribulation talk so big?”

The other saints snickered. It was too ridiculous. If enemies from the eight domains came to invade, then there would definitely be enemies at the saint level.

The boy was lacking in strength, but he claimed that he would fight across the nine heavens and kill the invading enemies!

Unexpectedly, Mister Miaoxuan nodded. “Okay, little friend, please remember what you said today. I believe you.”

His scholarly fluttered, and his figure faded from the battlefield. He sat down in the air in the far distance and removed the book basket on his back. Holding a brush and book, he sat solemnly without a word.

The saints felt their hearts sink. How could they not understand that Mister Miaoxuan had decided to not interfere after hearing what Lin Xun had to say?

Could it be that, in his heart, Lin Xun weighed more than all the saints present?

“Thank you, Elder!”

At this moment, Lin Xun truly believed that Mister Miaoxuan truly cared about the world and did not favor those saints!

An elder like him truly deserved the respect of the world!

His elegance and grace made Lin Xun firmly believe that there were still people in the world like the great sages in the ancient era!

Without any hesitation, the arrow, which had gathered power and ready to strike, suddenly fired across the air.

The suspended battle resumed.

The sky and the earth dimmed, and the sun and the moon dulled. Killing intent roamed the universe like the Milky Way.

“Kill!”

How would those saints sit still and wait for death to come?

Unfortunately for them, Lin Xun’s strength still had not weakened. Or perhaps, ever since the battle began, they had underestimated Lin Xun’s borrowed power.

Even Xiao Bugui and the others guessed wrong. They reckoned that Lin Xun’s borrowed power was at the level of Saint-King.

The power of the life-killing Stupa heart was left behind by a saint Buddha with the strength of the great emperor stage! How would its power be ordinary?

Saint-Kings stood above all saints.

And an emperor was superior to all saints!

The Emperor Stage was a mountain that countless Saint-Kings longed to scale in all ages—it was a majestic, mysterious, and almost legendary existence.

If it could not kill a few true saints, then how could it be called emperor stage power?

Only Fa Zheng saw through the power that Lin Xun used after being struck by the palm strike of the Buddha kingdom. But by the time he wanted to let the others know, he was already dead.

On the battlefield, within seconds, an arrow pierced Mo Kong’s throat and took his life. His body exploded, and his spirit was destroyed. An indignant and bitter roar echoed throughout the area before he died.

In the distance, Mister Miaoxuan, who was sitting cross-legged in midair, sighed to himself. Without raising his head, he put the Spring Autumn Brush to the Annals of History and started to document:

“In the tenth year of the great age, eight thousand miles away from Snow Mulberry City, a group of saints set off to kill Lin Xun, starting an earthshaking bloody battle.

“In this battle, True Saints Wu Xiutong of the Golden Crow Clan, Ku Ya of the Omega Sword Sect, Fa Zheng of the Earth Treasury Temple and Gou Zhenshan of the Black Nightmare Sky Dog Clan fell one after another under the emperor dao power that Lin Xun borrowed. Visions of mourning filled the sky.

“I tried to resolve the conflict, but unexpectedly, nothing could waver Lin Xun’s murderous intent. With this in mind, I had to make a decision.

“I only hope that if a catastrophe happens in the future, the boy would display the brilliance of the ancient sages and fight for the future of the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

Mister Miaoxuan sighed again and then continued, “Mo Kong of the Thousand Beast Spirit Mountain also fell..."

He looked at the battlefield and saw Lin Xun holding up the Nameless Pagoda, descending from the sky with unparalleled bravery. Xia Houxue of the Moon Worshiper Sect was smashed to death, his body exploding in a shower of blood.

He lowered his head, his expression neither sad nor happy. He was sitting perfectly straight as the brush in his hand glided swiftly along the Annals of History. “Xia Houxue of the Moon Worshiper Sect also perished.”

The terrifying battle continued; the world was in chaos.

Meanwhile, the Spring Autumn Brush and Annals of History recorded everything that happened.