The Prodigies War

Death had never been this close.

The unyielding wisp of will containing the whole energy of Lin Xun’s spirit, mind, and body was so feeble that it could be wiped out at any moment.

Yet, when faced with the terror of death, it did not waver for a second!

The unyielding will was prepared, but the thunder gradually became silent, and lightning bolts no longer descended from the tribulation clouds.

Only arcs of lightning drifted about, and the sky looked colorfully magnificent in silver, violet, and red.

“It’s over?” The wisp of will that was Lin Xun wondered in a daze.

It was indeed over as the black and oppressive tribulation clouds all began to disperse, and the heavenly might that covered the region quickly receded.

The splendid bolts that roamed the sky seemed to be pulled over as they enveloped Lin Xun’s will.

At that instant, boundless and surging vitality burst out into a radiant halo, in which his wisp of will was bathed. It began transforming at an astonishing speed…

Only then did Lin Xun dare to believe that he had survived the unprecedented tribulation!

In the radiant and holy rain of lightning arcs, Lin Xun started to coalesce in a new physical body.

His spirit also began to reconstruct…

A quarter of an hour later.

The sky-blotting lightning dissipated and revealed a tall, slender, and dignified figure. Every inch seemed to be carved from flawless white jade.

In his pores glimmered faint blue dao light, emitting a restrained holy aura.

From sparkling roots, his full and long black hair cascaded down to his waist, fluttering in the wind.

On his sharp face, his eyes were as black and deep as an abyss, and his features were well defined, handsome with a hint of perseverance and calmness.

Within him, a Dao Seed had found its home. Its root was like the root of heaven and earth, spreading along his ocean of energy as the latter circulated around the body along a mystical trajectory while emitting thunderous rumbles.

In his mind sea, the three primordial spirits were seated with solemn expressions, each shrouded in a different hazy rain of light coming from the respective Great Dao Divine Flower above their head.

A new addition was that behind the three spirits, there floated a large, flickering abyss, as ethereal as the great dao but giving off a palpitating aura.

Such was the Longevity Phenomenon!

Whenever one passed the Longevity Tribulation and had a Dao Seed take root in them, a Longevity Phenomenon would condense in their soul!

“The third longevity tribulation King stage…” murmured Lin Xun.

Then suddenly, he looked up, his eyes like sharp lightning rays that tore through the sky.

From him, a boundless might spread to the sky and dispelled the remaining tribulation clouds in an instant!

The whole region echoed with a wail, as if submitting.

After being trapped for four years, Lin Xun had overcome the three calamitic tribulations the moment he broke free and had been reborn from his intimate experience with death. Like a fish leaping into the Dragon Gate, he had completely transformed!

Unable to suppress his emotions, Lin Xun let out a long roar.

It was like a dragon roar that resounded through the whole world!

From afar, the young man in the air was like a deity reborn from nirvana, blossoming with a peerless presence that made even the heaven and earth appear dim.

“Ancient Buddha Son, Yun Qingbai… You all probably thought that I was dead…”

After a long time, Lin Xun gathered his aura and returned to his transcendent and unearthly-like temperament.

His eyes were calm as he gazed into the distance.

“It’s been four years. I wonder what has become of the Upper Nine Realms.”

Swish!

He took one step forward and vanished from thin air.

In the fifth year since the descent of the Supreme Realm into the Ancient Wasteland Domain, Lin Xun broke free from the bottom of the Underworld River and returned to the outside world!

……

Deep in a gloomy forest.

A group of cultivators were moving around, and their leader was a sharp-browed, bright-eyed youth in black clothes. He was none other than Wang Ziying of the Yellow Court Sword Sect in the North Dipper World.

“Stop.” He suddenly waved his hand, his lips curling into an icy smile as he said, “Before we act, I have something to say.”

Hearing this, the group became serious.

“This time, our target is Zhao Jingxuan from Spirit Treasure Holy Land. She has a very close relationship with Lin Xun and has never believed that he is dead, so she has been staying in a hut here and waiting for four long years.”

Someone snickered, “This woman is really chaste, turning herself into a widow for a dead man while she can just have some fun with me.”

This made the others laugh loudly.

Wang Ziying continued, “Our mission is to capture her alive and offer her to His Highness Underworld Son. As you all know, even though Lin Xun is dead, it’s hard to eliminate the hatred in His Highness’s heart. If we capture this woman, then it may help him vent his anger.”

Someone hesitantly spoke up, “But I’ve heard that she is a prominent figure in the Spirit Treasure Holy Land and is quite highly regarded. I’m afraid we’ll offend the Spirit Treasure Holy Land if we do that.”

Wang Ziying said disdainfully, “We only need to be wary of Yan Zhanqiu from Spirit Treasure Holy Land. The rest are nothing to worry about.”

The others were relieved to hear this.

“Awesome! Let’s hurry, Brother Wang, I can’t wait! She’s Demon God Lin’s woman! After capturing her, if we can…” A young man with long, narrow cheeks revealed an excited, lustful smile.

Who can deny how famous Demon God Lin is? Although he is dead, if we could humiliate and toy with his woman, then the taste…

It’s exciting just thinking about it!

Seeing him like this, the others burst out laughing.

Wang Ziying frowned and scolded, “Watch it! This woman will be our offering to His Highness. Whoever dares to touch her, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

“Ugh, if she falls into the hands of His Highness, then I’m afraid that she will be ravaged to death. After all, Lin Xun sabotaged his plan and even took his Underworld Emperor Spirit Refining Kettle. How could His Highness not resent him?”

“What a pity that Lin Xun already died four years ago,” someone sighed.

“No more nonsense. Let’s go,” said Wang Ziying coldly.

His hatred for Lin Xun also ran deep.

During the fight over Three Lives Rock, he had originally wanted to cooperate with Lin Xun to deal with the Great One Sect cultivators, but Lin Xun had refused.

In the end, his group had even had to bow their heads to Lin Xun in extreme humiliation in order to keep their lives, and on top of that had to give away several divine herbs!

The reason why Wang Ziying targeted Zhao Jingxuan with a mindset of taking revenge.

Since Lin Xun was dead, they might as well take it out on his woman.

This was what Wang Ziying thought.

He suddenly said, “Even if Lin Xun was alive, His Highness would personally kill him anyway!”

These words were filled with resentment.

The group traveled until they soon saw a grass hut.

The hut was clean and tidy behind a flower garden and an herb field.

A person was sitting under the eaves, lost in thought.

Wang Ziying took a deep breath and said, “Zhao Jingxuan?”

The woman did not answer. As she raised her head and looked over, there was nothing but emptiness in her eyes.

Wang Ziying’s heart inexplicably trembled, as if he was not facing a stunningly beautiful woman, but a soulless shell!

“What are you looking at? Obediently come with us or today is the day you die!” a youth yelled.

“So beautiful!” The man with narrow cheeks revealed a lustful and infatuated expression as he looked Zhao Jingxuan up and down without restraint. The thought that she was the renowned Lin Xun’s woman gave rise to an indescribable feeling of excitement and tyranny in his heart.

The woman turned a blind eye to all of this. She withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and said, “I’m already a living corpse, so why would I be afraid of death…”

Her voice was dry and low like she hadn’t spoken in a long time.

A living corpse?

Wang Ziying was stunned, then his face sank. “Cut the act! Let me tell you, even if you are a corpse, you still have to go with us!”

The others gasped as they’d never expected that a character like Wang Ziying would say such vicious words.

He wouldn’t even spare her if she was already dead?

Zhao Jingxuan no longer said anything. Having waited for four years and sitting here day and night in withering silence, her heart had long sunk into darkness.

In fact, she wasn’t a fool to blindly believe that Lin Xun was still alive.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

Over the past four years, she had been asking herself a question.

Why was it that when she had learned of Lin Xun’s death, she had chosen to search and then wait for him against all odds, unwilling to believe that he had passed away?

She had gotten the answer the moment she had decided to settle here and wait.

It was just…she realized this a little too late.

She regretted that she hadn’t taken this answer seriously from the start.

Under the lonely hut, the delicate figure sat in silence. She had never once shown panic, fear, or any emotion at all.

As if, as she said, she was already a living corpse. How would she fear death?

This was not what Wang Ziying wanted to see!

In his mind, Zhao Jingxuan should be trembling and pleading for mercy, or angrily and strongly resisting.

That was what he wanted to see. That was what would give him the thrill of vengeance.

But in reality, it was completely absent!

Wang Ziying felt indescribably upset and at a loss, and there was also an unspeakable rage.

He swung his hand and shouted, “Capture her!”

Hearing this, his impatient companions immediately charged toward the grass hut.

Boom!

The fence surrounding the grass hut collapsed, and the flourishing flower garden and herb field were trampled on.

The hut shook violently and eventually crumbled.

The place that had been a pretty, secluded world was reduced to ruins.

From beginning to end, Zhao Jingxuan had not moved a trace.

She was still holding the little treasured tripod branded with the pattern of nine dragons roaming.

This was the Nine Dragons Cauldron, which Lin Xun had crafted for her, and it had also been the reason for their first meeting at Qinglu Academy.

At that time, she had dressed up as a man, neat and dashing, her eyes bright as stars while he had only been a rune master who had just been appointed at the academy and a low-level cultivator.

Now, he had been silent for four years, his state of life and death uncertain. She had also been silent for four years, fearless of life and death.

Whoosh!

A wind blade was fast approaching. It came from the man with narrow cheeks, whose eyes were gleaming with a frenzied, lustful, and greedy light.

The attack was close at hand.

Zhao Jingxuan remained oblivious, only sitting there like a beautiful sculpture.