212: Chapter 212 The three women nodded, facing each other calmly!

Three gazes fell upon Lin Yi simultaneously.

Lin Yi remained silent for a moment.

Xu Chen, behind him, also fell silent for a moment.

The next moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Hong, his face clearly saying, "I think I understand, but I dare not say it."

Wang Hong covered his mouth with one hand and dragged him backward.

"We are going to check the rear path."

Xu Chen struggled and reached out.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"

Chu Wanqing's cheeks flushed red, and she looked sharply at Su Yuxi.

"Sister Yu Xi, when you left the Seal in your previous life, did you not consider that people in the future would be embarrassed?"

Su Yuxi's ears also turned hot, but she forced herself to remain calm.

"Back then, I only considered whether I could survive."

"I had no time to think about this."

Shen Qingyue lowered her eyelashes, her voice so soft it was almost blown away by the wind in the underground palace.

"Therefore, the first failure was very valuable."

"At least the conditions for locking the door were exposed."

Lin Yi looked at the three women.

He looked again at the gray stone door that was still trembling.

The black Qi behind the door was still spying.

Outside, the army of Ghost Spirits was still crashing against the light curtain.

There was indeed no time for sentimentality here.

He raised his hand, and the god-slaying sword returned to its sheath.

"Since we know what is missing."

"Then we shall make up for it!"

Chu Wanqing's eyes widened.

"Brother Lin Yi, isn't that a bit too direct?"

Lin Yi looked at her.

"Otherwise what?"

"Reason with this door and let it open itself?"

A muffled laugh came from afar from Xu Chen, but he was immediately pressed back down by Wang Hong.

Su Yuxi looked at Lin Yi, the redness on her cold, clear face not yet faded, but she did not retreat.

Shen Qingyue gently gripped her sleeve with her fingertips, showing no intention of retreating either.

Chu Wanqing bit her lip, holding the imperial zither as she stood in place, her eyes beginning to wander.

Deep in the underground palace, the stone door suddenly vibrated again, and a wisp of thin black Qi seeped out from the crack.

Lin Yi raised his palm and struck; the engulfing power of the immortal burial coffin descended, sweeping the black Qi away directly.

He turned to look at Wang Hong and the others.

"Elder Wang."

"Guard the rear."

"From now on, do not allow anyone to approach!"

Wang Hong immediately cupped his hands.

"Rest assured, Saint."

"Unless this old man dies here, no one will be able to pass."

Xu Chen poked his head out.

"Big Brother, what about me?"

Lin Yi glanced at him.

"You guard with Elder Wang."

"Don't ask unnecessary questions."

Xu Chen immediately raised his hand.

"Understood."

"I specialize in being mature, steady, and tight-lipped."

Wang Hong sneered.

"You had better be."

Lin Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at the stone door.

Although the first attempt at the door failed.

But the true keyhole on the door had been completely revealed.

The silver-white Empress Dao Rhyme, the cyan-white Tai Chu Primordial Origin, and the incomplete Dao Mark of Tai Su.

As well as the Grandmist main furnace that could carry all three; the four were indispensable.

Chu Wanqing held the imperial zither and asked in a low voice:

"So, where are we going next?"

Lin Yi flipped his palm, and the imperial carriage appeared.

"Of course, it is to first merge the dao rhyme."

"And then open the door!"

As his voice fell, the imperial carriage landed in a corner of the underground palace, and light golden curtains draped down from its body.

The black-gold Dao Patterns of the immortal burial coffin added another layer, isolating all outside spying.

Xu Chen held the ancient desolate hall, standing straight with his mouth shut tight.

But his eyes darted from the imperial carriage to the stone door, and then to Wang Hong.

Wang Hong glanced at him sideways.

"If you keep glancing around, this old man will cover your eyes."

Xu Chen immediately held his head high and chest out.

"Elder Wang, you misunderstood me."

"I am observing the enemy situation."

Wang Hong snorted coldly.

"The enemy situation is behind the door."

Xu Chen coughed dryly.

"I call this a global perspective."

Wang Hong couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him; he unleashed his Saint King Law, directly sealing the rear passage.

The sound of the black tide crashing against the Ancient Hall continued to come from outside.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

One after another, as if something was unwilling to be blocked outside the door.

In the center of the underground palace, the hundred-foot gray stone door was also trembling slightly.

The silver-white Dao Patterns, cyan-white Dao Patterns, and incomplete Dao Mark of Tai Su on the door flashed alternately.

A wisp of black Qi squeezed out from the crack in the door, only to be forced back by the god-slaying sword intent.

Lin Yi stood in front of the imperial carriage and looked at the three women.

Su Yuxi's cold, clear face still carried a flush of red.

She tried to maintain the dignity of the Empress Dao Fruit having just returned to its place, but the heat on her earlobes could not be hidden.

Shen Qingyue was quieter.

She lowered her eyes, her fingertips resting on the edge of her sleeve, while the cyan-white Tai Chu Primordial Origin circled her wrist bone again and again.

Chu Wanqing held the imperial zither, her eyes wandering, but her mouth remained stubborn.

"Brother Lin Yi."

"Let me say this first."

"I am not here to join in the fun."

"If this door lacks the Imperial Phoenix power, and it starts fighting halfway again, who will take the blame?"

Lin Yi looked at her.

"The door will take the blame."

Chu Wanqing choked.

"Your answer really leaves one speechless."

Su Yuxi gently pursed her lips.

Shen Qingyue also raised her eyes to look at Lin Yi, and the tension in her eyes eased slightly.

Lin Yi raised his hand, and the curtains of the imperial carriage parted on their own.

Inside was a layer of soft cloud-patterned cushions, with calming jade lamps hanging from the four corners.

The lamps were not bright, but they could stabilize the Divine Soul.

"Go in."

"We will only perform the dao rhyme connection."

"No need to let your imagination run wild."

Chu Wanqing's footsteps faltered, her cheeks becoming even hotter.

"The more you say that, the easier it is to let my imagination run wild."

Su Yuxi said softly:

"Wanqing."

Chu Wanqing immediately muttered in a low voice.

"Alright then."

"I'll shut up."

The three women followed Lin Yi into the carriage.

The curtains fell.

All sounds from the outside were largely muffled, but the vibration of the stone door could still be felt inside.

The door seemed to be urging them, and also warning them.

Lin Yi sat cross-legged in the center, and the Hongmeng Chaos Qi surged out from his body, first forming a hazy sea of stars behind him.

Between the stars, green veins of vitality lit up bit by bit.

This was the change brought about after the evolution of the Hongmeng Vision.

Every vein was feeding back Divine Power, and the Divine Fire burned even brighter at this moment.

Su Yuxi sat in front of his left, the silver-white Empress Dao Rhyme overflowing from between her eyebrows, forming a phantom of the Dao Fruit.

The Dao Fruit was no longer cold and lonely; it circled gently around Lin Yi's Hongmeng Qi, its sharp edge restrained, yet it still possessed the power to suppress the heavens.

Shen Qingyue sat in front of his right, and the cyan-white Tai Chu Primordial Origin condensed into a Taiji diagram behind her.

The two Qi of life and death rotated alternately, and the Tai Chu Primordial Origin, like a clear stream, actively connected to the edge of the Hongmeng sea of stars.

Chu Wanqing sat behind Lin Yi, the imperial zither resting across her knees.

The Nine Nether Lotus pattern between her eyebrows shone brightly, and the Imperial Phoenix power transformed into crimson gold light feathers, falling between the three's dao rhymes.

The zither music sounded softly.

"One sound!"

"Two sounds!"

"Three sounds!"

The several forces that had originally repelled each other were pulled into thin threads by the zither music.

Lin Yi closed his eyes.

"Do not resist."

"Surrender your Divine Soul to me."

Su Yuxi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Mm."

Shen Qingyue's voice was even lighter.

"I trust you."

Chu Wanqing bit her lip.

"Brother Lin Yi, don't laugh at me."

Lin Yi's tone was steady.

"I won't."

"Begin."

The Hongmeng Chaos Qi rose, first supporting Su Yuxi's Empress Dao Fruit.

The silver-white Dao light fell into the Hongmeng sea of stars; at first, it still had a sharp edge, as if unwilling to be touched by any power.

But as Lin Yi released his own aura.

Those scenes of fighting side by side quietly emerged along the Divine Soul connection.

In the Holy Land hall, he protected her in public.

After the Holy Son Trial, he specially selected a prize to give to her.

On Burial Emperor Island, he blocked the door alone, the god-slaying sword slaughtering all the Ghost Spirits.

When Su Yuxi saw these scenes, her chest suddenly grew hot.