98: Three-color golden elixir, world-famous

Time.

Space.

Both seemed to be completely frozen in that clear "gulp" sound.

Between Heaven and Earth, there was dead silence.

Everyone seemed to be under a paralysis spell, maintaining the posture of looking up, their minds blank, completely losing the ability to think.

That Chaotic Tribulation Eye, which contained the wrath of the Heavenly Dao and was enough to flatten mountains and slay Nascent Soul Old Monsters.

He... swallowed it... in one gulp.

This action could no longer be described by the word "madness."

It was the ultimate blasphemy against the word "madness."

The Grand Elder of Qingyun Sect's mouth hung open, his cloudy eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

A "ho ho" sound came from his throat, like a broken, leaky bellows, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He had lived for nearly a thousand years and had never seen such an absurd, world- subversioning, and unreasonable sight.

He had cultivated for a lifetime, and believed in the Heavenly Dao for a lifetime.

But today, someone, right in front of him, treated the Heavenly Dao as an after-dinner dessert.

His Dao Heart wasn't just shattered.

It was directly ground into powder, and then that figure, with a flick of his wrist, blew it away.

Boom--!

Just at the end of this dead silence, a muffled sound, like the creation of Heaven and Earth, came from Lin Gou's body.

It wasn't an explosion.

Instead, a Universe within him completed its final collapse before creation.

His entire being suddenly lit up.

The light didn't come from outside, but from within, radiating outwards from every corner of his body, projecting ten thousand rays of divine light!

White!

Purple!

Gold!

Three ultimate glows burst forth from every pore, condensing into a pillar of light that pierced through Heaven and Earth, soaring straight into the sky!

The tribulation clouds that had just dispersed were re-dyed into a magnificent three-colored canopy by this pillar of light!

Above the sky, the firmament, which had been ravaged by the tribulation lightning, was completely purified at this moment.

Golden lotus flowers bloomed out of thin air in the Void Realm, swaying gracefully.

Streaks of sweet dew descended from the sky, carrying an intensely rich and unresolvable aura of life, sprinkling over the entire Qingyun Sect.

The injured Disciples' wounds healed at a visible speed.

The Elders stuck at their Bottleneck felt a sudden clarity in their minds, and the long-standing obstacles that had troubled them for years showed signs of loosening.

Roar--!

Chirp--!

A high-pitched Dragon roar and a clear Phoenix cry simultaneously resounded through the nine heavens.

The huge phantom of a Dragon and a Phoenix, condensed from pure auspicious Qi, circled the main peak of Qingyun Sect, soaring and dancing, emitting joyful long cries.

Ten thousand rays of rosy light.

A thousand streams of auspicious Qi.

At this moment, the entire Tiannan County, no matter where one was, could see the endless auspicious phenomena rising from the direction of Qingyun Sect, almost piercing a hole in the sky, as long as they looked up.

Within Tiannan County, all Sects, all aristocratic families, all Immortal Caves.

Countless old monsters who were in secluded cultivation, attempting to break through the barrier between life and death, were all awakened from their deepest meditation by this astonishing Heaven and Earth phenomenon!

At the bottom of Ten Thousand Sword Prison in Tianjian Mountain.

An old man with white hair and beard, a withered physique, and his entire being seemingly merged with the stone sword beneath him, suddenly opened his eyes.

In his pupils, there were no whites, only two continuously rotating golden Sword Intents.

"This... this is... the sign of a Dao-grade Golden Core!"

"No!"

"An ordinary Dao-grade Golden Core only has sweet dew descending from Heaven and golden lotuses emerging from the ground."

"Dragon and Phoenix singing in unison, ten thousand miles of rosy light... This is... the legendary rank that only exists in the most absurd conjectures within the founding Ancestral Master's hand-written notes!"

He exclaimed in shock, his voice carrying the sharpness of metal striking metal, making the entire Sword Prison hum.

He disregarded the critical moment of impacting the Late Stage Nascent Soul and abruptly formed a sword incantation, attempting to deduce the Heavenly Dao.

Puff!

A mouthful of golden blood spurted out, and the pupils formed by Sword Intent dimmed a few shades.

"The Heavenly Dao... is obscured by Chaos!"

"Only one name... is vaguely discernible amidst the myriad Karma..."

"Lin... Gou?"

The old man uttered the name, his face filled with extreme confusion and disbelief.

That junior from Qingyun Sect who sacrificed himself for the Dao?

Didn't he already die?

...On the other side, in the depths of Myriad Poison Valley, in a blood pool constantly emitting colorful poisonous miasma.

A female cultivator, whose entire skin was an eerie purple, slowly emerged from the blood pool.

She felt the pure and peaceful aura between Heaven and Earth, and an expression of extreme disgust appeared on her face.

But soon, this disgust was replaced by a deeper shock.

"Who is it?"

"Who formed a Core that could trigger such a Heaven and Earth congratulatory gift?"

"This aura is pure Yang and righteous, yet it subtly contains a hint of domineering destruction, and also a supreme Demonic Intent that even this Venerable One's Myriad Poison Demonic Technique feels a tremor from..."

"Three auras in one body, Dao and Demon coexisting?"

"How could such a monster be born in this world!"

...Similar scenes were constantly playing out in various parts of Tiannan County.

Those high and mighty Immortal Masters of Golden Core and Nascent Soul Old Monsters who often went into secluded cultivation for a hundred years, today, were all 'blown out' of their seclusion.

They used various secret techniques, consumed their Origin, and deduced at all costs.

Ultimately, all clues pointed to the same place.

Qingyun Sect.

All Heavenly Dao pointed to the same name that should have already disappeared from this world.

Lin Gou!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Didn't that kid named Lin Gou perish with the Demonic Lord to protect Qingyun Sect?"

"How can a dead person form a Core?!"

"Resurrection from the dead? And forming a three-colored Dao-grade Golden Core, unprecedented in all ages? What an absurd rumor!"

The news, like a super hurricane of magnitude twelve, swept across the entire Cultivation World of Tiannan County at an unimaginable speed.

Initially, no one believed it.

Everyone thought it was fake news deliberately released by Qingyun Sect to stabilize public morale.

But the auspicious phenomena in the sky, which lingered and even intensified, were slapping the faces of all doubters with the most irrefutable facts.

Countless powerful Divine Thoughts, spanning thousands of miles, probed towards Qingyun Sect.

They saw a scene that would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Qingyun Sect's back mountain.

Amidst the golden lotuses and Dragon and Phoenix phantoms, a figure slowly descended from high in the sky.

He didn't ride the wind, nor did he control a Magic Treasure.

He simply walked, as if there were invisible steps beneath his feet, unhurried and at ease.

His tattered clothes, under the illumination of the auspicious light, disintegrated into dust inch by inch.

A brand new, cyan robe woven from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and the Law of Dao, automatically draped over his body.

The domineering and unparalleled aura that surged from him rapidly converged with each step he took.

By the time his feet finally touched the solid ground.

All the auspicious phenomena, all the rosy light, like tired birds returning to their nests, completely merged into his body.

Heaven and Earth returned to clarity.

As if the earth-shattering anomaly that had just occurred was merely an illusion.

But he stood there.

His entire being became the most undeniable reality in this Heaven and Earth.

His aura became as profound as the sea, yet as gentle as jade.

His eyes were as calm as an ancient pond, yet seemed to reflect the birth and death of stars and the Reincarnation of the Universe.

He stood steadily before the three women.

Zhao Linger.

Li Hanyue.

Su Meier.

Zhao Linger's body trembled violently.

She looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar man before her, at his real and tangible outline, feeling the warm and stable aura emanating from him.

The string that had been taut for three days and three nights, already on the verge of breaking, finally snapped completely.

What modesty.

What demeanor of a Junior Sister.

What shyness in public.

All were thrown to the winds.

She didn't even make a sound.

She just abruptly, like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, used all her strength to pounce into the embrace of the man she had missed to the point of heartbreak.

"Woo..."

Only when she was caught by a firm and warm chest did she finally let out a long-suppressed whimper, filled with endless grievance and lingering fear.

Immediately after.

It was a flood of tears, like a mountain collapsing and a sea roaring.

She cried loudly, like a child who had suffered a great injustice, completely losing her composure.

She buried her face deep in Lin Gou's chest.

All the fear accumulated over three days.

The despair of three days.

The longing of three days.

And at this moment, the overwhelming ecstasy that almost suffocated her.

All transformed into hot, surging tears.

Her small hands gripped Lin Gou's robes tightly, tightly, her knuckles turning white from the effort, as if she was afraid that if she let go, this embrace would turn into an empty dream again.

Lin Gou's body stiffened slightly.

Then, he extended his arms and, with equal force, tightly, tightly embraced the soft and trembling body in his arms.

He could feel her body trembling.

He could feel the warmth of her tears rapidly soaking through his clothes, burning all the way to his skin.

He could even clearly feel her heart, beating violently due to the intertwining of ecstasy and sorrow.

Once.

And again.

Each beat seemed to question his Soul.

Lin Gou lowered his head, his chin gently resting on Zhao Linger's crown, smelling the familiar scent in her hair, a mixture of faint herbal fragrance and the saltiness of tears.

In his heart, the Dao Heart that had become cold and aloof from devouring the Tribulation Eye, at this moment, was completely melted by this softness.

He didn't say any grand words.

Nor did he explain why he could return from the dead.

He just, in a tone more gentle than ever before, softly, again and again, repeated in her ear.

"I'm back."

"I'm sorry, I made you worry."

"I'm back."

"Don't be afraid, it's alright now."

"I won't leave again this time."

His voice was very soft.

But it seemed to possess the most powerful magic in the world.

Every word transformed into the warmest current, washing over Zhao Linger's frightened heart, soothing all her fear and unease.

Zhao Linger's crying gradually changed from wailing to soft sobs.

She didn't look up, still burying her face in his arms, and with a heavily nasal, muffled voice, she forcefully "mm-hmm"ed.

This embrace seemed to last as long as a century.

Li Hanyue, who was standing nearby, almost instinctively and quickly turned her head away the moment Zhao Linger pounced into Lin Gou's arms.

Her gaze fell on a charred tree in the distance, broken by the power of the lightning, her eyes seemingly cold and without any ripples.

But her tightly pursed lips, and the corners of her eyes, which had turned slightly red at some point, betrayed the tumultuous waves within her heart.

Her hand gripping the sword hilt made a cracking sound as her knuckles tightened.

She could feel her Sword Heart, which had just been re-adhered by the true meaning of Law, now trembling with an unprecedented intensity, almost breaking free from its restraints.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

Sourness.

Envy.

And a trace of... an inexplicable sense of loss that even she herself was unwilling to admit.

She looked at the embracing couple, the scene so beautiful that it seemed out of place in this cruel Cultivation World.

So... this is... the feeling of the mortal world?

Her Sword Dao was to sever everything and advance without hesitation.

But his Dao seemed to be able to embrace the softest warmth in the world after destroying everything.

Who was right? Who was wrong?

Li Hanyue's heart, for the first time, was in turmoil.

On the other side, Su Meier was completely different from Li Hanyue's avoidance.

She stood there, arms crossed, her mesmerizing peach blossom eyes scrutinizing Lin Gou at this moment, inch by inch, with great interest.

Her gaze was filled with undisguised aggression and scrutiny.

As if she wanted to pull his Soul out from beneath that gentle, jade-like body and examine it thoroughly.

This man.

This madman.

This monster.

Each time, he was like a book completely opened, making you think you had seen through everything.

But the next time, he would inexplicably have countless new pages of content that you couldn't understand at all.

A moment ago, he stepped on thunder, devoured heavenly might, a divine demon who disdained all living beings.

Now, embracing his beloved woman, his eyes full of tenderness, he was like a young man returning from next door.

This extreme contrast.

This indefinable mystery.

Made the fascination in Su Meier's eyes grow even stronger.

She licked her scarlet lips, and the idea of treating him as a "perfect plaything" had quietly changed.

No.

He was not a plaything.

He was an abyss.

A sweet abyss that could make you willingly fall, and in that fall, see an endless, brilliant starry sky.

She suddenly wanted to know what that secret about the "Transmigrator" was.

Could that secret explain all this?

In this strange atmosphere interwoven with warmth and undercurrents.

The acting Sect Master of Qingyun Sect and several Elders finally recovered from their immense shock.

They looked at each other, seeing the awe and reverence in each other's eyes.

They tidied their attire and quickly stepped forward.

They stopped three zhang in front of Lin Gou.

The acting Sect Master opened his mouth, but the familiar address of "Junior Martial Nephew Lin" or "Saint" simply wouldn't come out.

The man before them, though still having that youthful face, had undergone an earth-shattering change in his essence.

Having formed the legendary three-colored Dao-grade Golden Core, his potential and future achievements were beyond what these old fellows could imagine.

To address him as an Elder would not be presumptuous, but rather courting death.

After a moment of hesitation.

The acting Sect Master took a deep breath and, facing Lin Gou, facing the young figure still holding Zhao Linger, respectfully and deeply bowed.

This was a bow between peers.

In fact, his waist was even lower than Lin Gou's.

"Acting Sect Master of Qingyun Sect, greets... Junior Martial Uncle Lin."

He ultimately used the title "Junior Martial Uncle."

In the Cultivation World, the capable come first.

Lin Gou's current achievement and his limitless future status were enough for him to sit as an equal with the Grand Elder, the most senior member of the Sect!

At his bow, all the Elders behind him also reacted, uniformly bowing to Lin Gou.

"We, greet Junior Martial Uncle Lin!"

Their voices were uniform, carrying genuine and undisguised reverence.

From today onwards.

From this moment onwards.

Lin Gou's status in Qingyun Sect had already transcended all Disciples and all Elders.

Equivalent to a Grand Elder!