201: Chapter 201 The Immortal Burial Coffin Emerges, Refined in an Instant!

Lin Yi looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"You talk too much."

Lin Yi raised his right hand, and Hongmeng Chaos Qi gathered in his palm.

It slowly condensed into a Chaos light sphere the size of a fist.

Inside the light sphere, the Grass Sword Intent and Heavenly Emperor Fist Intent intertwined and merged.

The two vastly different powers reached a brief balance under the wrapping of the Primordial Qi.

He had never used this move before.

Because the consumption was too great, and also because there was no need.

But now, it was enough.

Aotian also felt the terror of that aura, and his vertical pupils constricted sharply.

But he had no way out; the power of the Dragon scale could only sustain one strike.

"Lin Yi, die!"

Aotian roared, and the twelve Dragon shadows merged into one, transforming into a hundred-zhang dark-gold giant Dragon.

The giant Dragon opened its mouth, and its Dragon breath condensed into a destructive beam of light, blasting directly at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi met it head-on, and the Chaos light sphere in his palm flew out of his hand.

The two forces collided in the center of the Dragon Domain.

There was no sound.

Or rather, the sound was too loud, exceeding the range that ears could receive.

The entire world seemed to have been pressed on the mute button.

One breath.

Two breaths.

After three breaths.

BOOM!!!

The Dragon Domain exploded.

Dark-gold fragments flew in all directions like a rainstorm.

Waves dozens of zhang high rose from the sea, the black lotus was uprooted, and large sections of the Ancient Hall's outer wall collapsed again.

Xu Chen was knocked over by the air wave, rolling several times before grabbing onto a stone pillar.

"Damn it!"

Chu Wanqing pressed her hand on the imperial zither, while her other hand gripped the frame of the palace door tightly.

Shen Qingyue fully expanded her Hunyuan light curtain to protect the palace entrance behind her.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

The Dragon Domain had disappeared.

Aotian knelt half-way on the shattered lotus platform, his entire body's Dragon patterns dim, and that Dragon scale had already crumbled into powder.

The wound on his chest had completely split open, Dragon blood gushed out uncontrollably, and his entire aura had plummeted to the bottom.

Lin Yi stood three zhang away from him; apart from his robe being mostly torn, there wasn't a single scratch on his body.

Aotian raised his head to look at Lin Yi, the golden light in his vertical pupils almost extinguished.

"You... how is it possible..."

Lin Yi looked down at him, his tone indifferent.

"I said it."

"You aren't leaving here alive today."

A mouthful of Dragon blood overflowed from the corner of Aotian's mouth, his expression switching repeatedly between anger and fear.

He suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his laughter hoarse and unpleasant.

"So what if you kill me?"

"I am merely the ninth Clone!"

"When the Master reaches the ninth-turn Great Perfection in the Immortal Ancient Realm, all of you will die!"

Xu Chen poked his head out from behind the stone pillar and cursed.

"What does your master being awesome have to do with you?"

"You're just a dying mud loach right now!"

Aotian's laughter stopped abruptly.

He stared at Xu Chen, his eyes full of venom.

But he didn't even have the strength to stand up anymore.

His body twitched violently, half-kneeling on the lotus platform fragments, Dragon blood mixed with black water flowing out, staining the ground beneath him red.

But he was still laughing.

That kind of laughter was not composed, but insane.

"Lin Yi!"

Aotian raised his head, the last bit of golden light in his vertical pupils flickering.

"Let's all die together!"

As soon as the words fell, Aotian spat out another mouthful of Dragon blood, his body beginning to crack inch by inch.

The originally immensely powerful Dragon body was on the verge of shattering, and the remaining True Dragon power within his body completely lost control.

Like an unbridled, world-destroying torrent, it frantically slammed into the surrounding world.

Fierce winds howled, and the world lost its color!

The shattered lotus platform debris danced in the storm, and dark black clouds pressed down across the sky.

Aotian burned his Dragon Essence and shattered his own Dao foundation, willing to pay the price of his Divine Soul being annihilated to detonate his entire life's cultivation.

He wanted to drag this world, along with Lin Yi in front of him, into the endless abyss.

At the same time, Lin Yi finally moved.

He raised his hand, and the immortal burial coffin descended from the Void Realm.

The coffin was pitch black, with dark patterns flowing on its surface, and an aura that devoured all things overflowed from the coffin's opening.

Aotian's pupils constricted violently.

"You want to..."

Lin Yi's tone was indifferent.

"Want to drag me down with you?"

"You are not worthy!"

The lid of the immortal burial coffin popped open, and a terrifying suction force erupted from within the coffin.

The remaining Dragon blood, Dragon patterns, and fragments of his Divine Soul inside Aotian were all torn by this force.

He wanted to resist, but his body had long been crippled, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

"No!"

Aotian roared, his voice carrying real fear for the first time.

"You cannot refine me!"

"I am a descendant of the Immortal Ancient True Dragon!"

"The Master will not let you go!"

Lin Yi watched him being dragged bit by bit toward the coffin's opening, his expression unchanged.

"Rest assured!"

"Even if your master comes, This Holy Son will kill him just the same!"

Aotian's body was sucked into the coffin.

At the final moment, his voice came from inside the coffin, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

"Lin Yi, you wait!"

"See you in the Immortal Ancient Realm!"

Lin Yi flicked his finger.

The coffin lid fell shut.

Click!

The front of the Ancient Hall instantly fell silent.

Those Cultivators who were still watching from the periphery all turned pale, their legs trembling.

Just a moment ago, some people had wanted to take advantage of the Chaos to rush the door.

Now?

Who would dare?

Xu Chen let out a long breath, placed the ancient desolate hall on the ground, and slumped down.

"Whew—"

"Finally got rid of this pest."

"Big Brother, you are truly ruthless!"

"You didn't even leave a scrap of him behind!!"

Chu Wanqing put away the imperial zither and couldn't help but smile.

"Xu Chen, that bit about the mud loach you said earlier was quite on point."

Xu Chen chuckled.

"That's a must."

Shen Qingyue stood by the palace door, the Hunyuan aura still circulating.

She looked at the immortal burial coffin, a trace of complexity in her eyes.

Those things Aotian said, about the Shen Family, about guarding the gate.

She remembered them all!

Lin Yi walked to her side; he didn't say any words of comfort, just patted her shoulder.

Shen Qingyue looked up at him and nodded gently.

"Lin Yi, I'm fine."

Lin Yi gave a grunt of acknowledgement and turned to look inside the Ancient Hall.

The palace door was wide open, and silver-white Dao light flowed inside.

Su Yuxi sat cross-legged in the center of the palace, surrounded by a faint golden halo.

The crystalline Dao fruit had already merged into her palm and was slowly integrating into her body.

Her aura was changing, bit by bit, from familiar to strange, and from that strangeness, a deeper sense of familiarity emerged.

It was as if someone, across countless years, had finally opened their eyes.

Lin Yi walked to the palace entrance but did not go in.

He stood with his back to Su Yuxi, facing the Black Sea outside.

"Elder Wang."

Wang Hong arrived with several Elders; they were all wounded, but their spirits remained high.

"Saint!"

Lin Yi raised his hand and pointed to the perimeter.

"Clear the surroundings."

"Yu Xi needs time to fuse with the Dao fruit and cannot be disturbed."

Wang Hong immediately took the order.

"Understood!"

He turned and waved his hand at the several Elders.

"You heard him!"

"Anyone who dares to approach within a hundred zhang of the Ancient Hall is to be killed without mercy!"

Several Elders responded in unison, dispersed, and completely sealed off the perimeter of the Ancient Hall.

Those Cultivators who were still lingering in the distance saw this display and retreated one after another.

Someone whispered.

"The Empress's Dao fruit is right inside!"

"If I could obtain it, I could also become an Emperor!"

"You want to go and snatch it?"

"That Dragon from just now was put into a coffin; are you tougher than a Dragon?"

The whispering soon vanished.

Inside the Ancient Hall, Su Yuxi's Fusion continued, and the memories sealed within the Dao fruit surged into her Sea of Consciousness in segments.

She saw her past life; it wasn't blurry fragments, nor scattered images.

But a complete, clear life belonging to Empress Daoxi!