107: Chapter 107 Celestial Soldiers Knock on the Door, Descending for Love!

Rumble—

The distant thunder grew closer.

It wasn't heavenly thunder.

Something was pounding on the Chu Family’s protective great formation.

Inside the Ancestral Hall, everyone’s gaze simultaneously shifted from Chu Wanqing.

All looking towards the entrance of the great hall.

The first impact.

The entire Ancestral Hall trembled slightly.

The incense burner on the offering table swayed, and a few wisps of ash fell.

Someone among the Disciple seats frowned.

“An earthquake?”

The second impact.

The tremor was ten times stronger.

The imperial phoenix inscriptions on the walls on both sides of the great hall flickered violently.

Hundreds of Disciples simultaneously lifted their buttocks from their seats.

“Something’s wrong! It’s the great formation! Someone is attacking the great formation!”

The third impact.

Boom!!!

This sound wasn't a tremor.

It was an explosion.

A terrifying wave of Qi, powerful enough to make even a Quasi-Emperor change color, swept in from the direction of the Chu Family mountain gate.

The Ancestral Hall’s main door was directly blown away by the Qi wave, smashing onto the plaza thirty feet away and shattering into pieces.

A strong wind poured into the great hall.

Everyone’s robes flapped wildly.

The more than three hundred people who had stood up in the Disciple seats were pressed back down by this Qi wave.

A few with lower cultivation even slid back two feet, chairs and all.

Chu Wanjun’s expression suddenly changed.

He was a Peak Quasi-Emperor.

He could clearly perceive the state of the Chu Family’s protective great formation.

That great formation, jointly reinforced by dozens of generations of Chu Family patriarchs.

A protective great formation that had consumed countless Imperial Clan resources and been maintained for a million years.

At this moment.

It had actually been forcibly torn open from the outside.

Not deciphered.

Not infiltrated.

Nor was it dismantled by some clever means of dissolving the formation’s foundation.

But purely, unreasonably, smashed open with immense force!

“Who?!”

Chu Wanjun abruptly stood up, his Quasi-Emperor Qi exploding.

“Who dares to attack my Chu Family’s great formation!”

No one answered him.

Answering him was the fourth loud bang.

This sound was even more terrifying than the previous three combined.

All six peaks of the Chu Family were shaking.

Several Imperial Clan Dragon Veins emitted a mournful resonance.

Large amounts of dust fell from the Ancestral Hall’s dome.

A huge bronze-colored light projection pierced through the clouds, appearing above the Chu Family’s ancestral land.

Everyone looked up.

Then, everyone’s pupils simultaneously constricted to the extreme.

A coffin.

An ancient bronze coffin.

It hovered directly above the Chu Family Ancestral Hall, obscuring the sky and sun.

Ancient patterns on the coffin’s surface glowed with an eerie, ominous light, and a deathly stillness, enough to make all living beings tremble, emanated from within the coffin.

That aura was not Killing Intent, nor Evil Qi.

It was something of a higher level than Killing Intent and Evil Qi.

It was Immortal Burial Qi!

A terrifying pressure that could bury even Immortals, surpassing the understanding of all living beings in the world.

Among the Disciple seats, the few Disciples with the lowest cultivation directly fainted.

Those with higher cultivation had pale faces, weak legs, barely managing to stand without falling.

Even the several Quasi-Emperors in the Elder seats stood up in unison, their expressions grave.

Chu Ningshuang’s tears still hung on her face.

But her expression was no longer one of grief.

It was fear.

Pure, bone-deep fear.

She recognized this coffin.

In the ancient desolate hall within the Imperial Fall Valley.

Lin Yi had used this very coffin to refine Xuan Ye and Wang Teng.

“No… impossible…”

Her voice was trembling.

“How could he come? How could he come so quickly?”

No one paid attention to her.

Because everyone’s attention was drawn to something else next to the ancient coffin.

An imperial carriage.

An imperial carriage pulled by nine Thunder Dragons, followed closely behind the ancient coffin, entering the Chu Family’s airspace through the breach in the great formation.

Only powerhouses of the Holy Lord level were qualified to ride in an imperial carriage of this specification.

And these nine Thunder Dragons were a unique symbol of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land.

“Heavenly Profound Holy Land?!”

“It’s the imperial carriage of the Holy Lord of Tianxuan!”

“The Holy Lord of Tianxuan? Why is he coming to our Chu Family?”

“No, look at that figure, it seems to be…”

The murmuring had just begun when it was interrupted by an even greater commotion.

The imperial carriage door opened.

A figure walked out.

White clothes, black hair.

Tall and slender, with unhurried steps.

From the imperial carriage to above the ancient coffin, he only took three steps.

Each step landed in the Void Realm.

With each step, Primordial Qi burst from beneath his feet, transforming into golden lotus flowers that bloomed and dissipated in the air.

He stood above the ancient coffin, looking down upon the entire Chu Family Ancestral Hall.

Looking down upon the hundreds of horrified gazes within the Ancestral Hall.

The morning light shone from behind him, gilding his silhouette.

That face was excessively young.

An eighteen-year-old countenance.

But what was in those eyes was deeper than any Old Ancestor of the Chu Family.

“It’s him!”

Among the Disciple seats, a Chu Family Disciple who had been to the Imperial Fall Valley suddenly stood up, his voice cracking.

“The Holy Son of Tianxuan! The top of the three thousand extreme dao list!”

“Lin Yi!”

This name fell into the Ancestral Hall.

Like a stone dropped into a calm lake.

No.

It was a meteorite crashing into a puddle.

The puddle was obliterated.

“What?! Lin Yi?! The top of the three thousand extreme dao list?!”

“The Lin Yi who annihilated Xiao Fan, intercepted Ye Chen, and crushed Xuan Ye and Wang Teng?!”

“Why is he here? What is he doing at the Chu Family?”

“Have you forgotten? The imperial zither of Her Highness the Imperial Daughter was given to her by him in the Imperial Fall Valley!”

Buzz—

The atmosphere of the entire Ancestral Hall changed in an instant.

From judgment, it turned into terror.

On the high platform.

The moment Chu Chengdao saw Lin Yi, his heart sank.

Immediately, an indescribably complex emotion surged within him.

There was confusion.

There was surprise.

But more than that.

There was a subtle sense of relief that he hadn't anticipated.

“This kid… he came really fast.”

He mumbled to himself.

His tone was neither happy nor unhappy.

But the fist he had clenched for three days had unknowingly relaxed.

Chu Wanjun’s expression was not as pleasant.

His pupils were contracting violently.

He knew all about Lin Yi’s identity, strength, and background.

Top of the three thousand extreme dao list.

Hongmeng Chaos Body.

Holy Son of Tianxuan Holy Land, future Holy Lord of Tianxuan.

His Revered Master, Luo Qinghan, was a Peak Quasi-Emperor and the Peak Revered Master of Tianxuan First Peak.

Behind him also stood Zhou Qing, the Holy Lord of Tianxuan Holy Land.

This was someone he could not afford to offend.

But the deed was done.

The arrow had left the bowstring; it couldn't be retrieved.

Chu Ningshuang took half a step back.

A trace of panic flashed across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.

She took a deep breath and raised her voice several octaves.

“Lin Yi!”

“As the Holy Son of Tianxuan, you trespassed into my Imperial Clan Chu Family, shattered our great formation, what is your intention?”

“This is an internal affair of my Chu Family! The Bloodline verification concerns the Chu Family’s million-year foundation!”

“As an outsider, what right do you have to interfere?”

Her voice echoed in the great hall.

Every word and phrase was meant to pressure others with righteousness.

Lin Yi looked down at her.

Just one glance.

Chu Ningshuang’s voice abruptly stopped.

That gaze held no anger, no Killing Intent.

Not even any emotion.

He just looked.

Like a person looking at an ant by the roadside.

Not disdain.

But simply not caring.

Chu Ningshuang’s back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Lin Yi withdrew his gaze.

His sight passed over Chu Ningshuang, over Chu Wanjun.

Over more than three hundred Disciples, over everyone.

Finally, it landed on the lone figure in the center of the great hall.

Chu Wanqing!

She was still standing there.

The golden Imperial Phoenix patterns on her Imperial Daughter dress had dimmed considerably.

Her tightly bound hair bun was slightly loose, and the Phoenix hairpin was a little crooked.

Her face was as pale as a sheet of white paper.

Her eyes were red, but without tears.

She stubbornly swallowed all her tears.

Only her lips were trembling slightly.

Also revealing the true state of her heart at this moment.

She was looking at him.

With an incredulous gaze, as if afraid he was just an illusion.

Lin Yi’s figure vanished from above the ancient coffin.

The next moment, he appeared out of thin air before Chu Wanqing.

The distance between them was very close.

So close that Chu Wanqing could smell the faint Primordial Qi on him.

Could see his jawline clearly.

Could feel the warmth of his breath.

Lin Yi raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing her eye corner.

There were no tears there.

But he knew there must have been three days ago.

“Wanqing.”

His voice was very soft, as light as the wind.

But in this silent Ancestral Hall, everyone heard it clearly.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m here!”