213: Chapter 213 Shared Origin, Stone Gate Opens!

The sense of isolation from sealing the gate in her past life was peeled away, bit by bit.

Back then, she stood before the grey gate with no one to rely on behind her.

Now, standing before the gate again in this life, Lin Yi was by her side.

This time, she would never have to shatter her Dao alone again!

The silvery-white dao rhyme no longer resisted; it actively descended into the center of the Hongmeng Vision.

Lin Yi reached out and took hold of Shen Qingyue's Tai Chu Primordial Origin.

The moment the blue-white radiance entered his body, he saw a tattered banner.

He saw Shen Qingyue standing in the empty passage of time, guarding a surname that had been all but forgotten by the world.

She had awakened from the ancient divine source.

The world outside had changed; the Imperial Shen Family was no more.

Only she remained, carrying those old blood debts and burdens, continuing to walk forward.

She was usually gentle, caring for others, and would be the first to act when anyone was injured.

But beneath that gentleness lay a coldness that refused to bow.

When Lin Yi's Divine Soul drew near to her, Shen Qingyue's fingers trembled slightly.

It was as if someone had pushed open a door that had been sealed for many years.

She whispered, "Lin Yi."

"Don't leave me alone again."

Lin Yi replied, "I won't."

"I will accompany you to eradicate all old enemies."

The blue-white Primordial Origin Qi surged, the Tai Chu dao rhyme merged into the Primordial Qi, and the veins of Life Qi stretched out wildly.

Finally, there was Chu Wanqing.

The power of the Imperial Phoenix appeared lively, but when truly approached, it carried a deep sense of stubbornness.

Lin Yi saw the Chu Family gathering; he saw her standing with her back straight amidst the doubts of the crowd.

He saw her smiling and calling out "Brother Lin Yi," yet when she turned away, her fingers gripped the strings of the imperial zither, refusing to let go for a long time.

She did not like to show her vulnerability; she was more accustomed to covering up all her grievances with a smile.

Chu Wanqing also saw Lin Yi; she saw him standing in front of them time and time again.

She saw how decisively he gifted treasures, and how ruthless he was when slaying enemies.

She also saw how, when no one was watching, he would always first check to see if they were injured.

Chu Wanqing's eyes grew warm, though she still muttered under her breath.

"It's over."

"I'm really going to be spoiled rotten now."

Lin Yi chuckled, "Being a little spoiled is fine."

The tips of Chu Wanqing's ears turned bright red as she plucked the imperial zither, and the crimson-gold light feathers completely merged into the three dao rhymes.

The four forces formed a ring within the imperial carriage.

Grandmist served as the furnace, Empress Dao Rhyme as the lock, Tai Chu Primordial Origin as the guide, and the Imperial Phoenix zither sound as the bridge.

The incomplete traces of Tai Su, tugged by the Taisu Origin that Shen Qingyue had refined, finally stopped colliding chaotically.

It was like a bone that had been broken for many years and then set back in place.

Although still rough, it could support the operation of the door patterns.

Lin Yi raised his hand, his palm landing on the Void Realm.

Outside the imperial carriage, the grey stone gate suddenly lit up.

Wang Hong and the others looked over simultaneously.

Xu Chen's eyes widened. "It lit up!"

Wang Hong slapped the back of his head. "Keep it down."

Xu Chen covered his head, his face full of grievance. "I'm just excited, aren't I?"

The silvery-white Dao Patterns on the stone gate moved first.

They spread upward from the center of the gate, like a lock being slowly picked.

The blue-white Tai Chu patterns followed closely behind.

They lifted upward from the base of the gate, mending the nodes that had previously shattered.

The incomplete Dao Mark of Tai Su in the middle should have continued to backlash.

But this time, the Hongmeng Chaos Qi passed through them, firmly locking both ends in place.

The sound of the zither resonated on the gate. Ding!

The stone gate trembled slightly, and the Dao Patterns did not clash.

Xu Chen's eyes brightened even more. "This time it's right!"

Wang Hong also couldn't help but grip his Saint weapon tightly. "Stay steady. Don't get distracted!"

The black tide outside seemed to sense something and crashed even more frantically. Thump, thump, thump!

A cracking sound came from above the Ancient Hall.

Several Elders immediately took action, shattering the eerie black threads that had broken through the edge of the light barrier.

Xu Chen also rushed over, swinging the ancient desolate hall with a whistling sound.

"Want to cause trouble? Have you asked this young master's brick?"

The ancient desolate hall smashed down, and a large patch of black threads was reduced to dust.

Wang Hong's mouth twitched. "If the ancient desolate hall had a spirit, it would be angered awake tonight."

Xu Chen argued righteously. "The hall doesn't care about nicknames. The hall only cares about its battle record!"

On the other side of the underground palace, the aura within the imperial carriage grew stronger and stronger.

A drop of sweat fell from Lin Yi's forehead.

This was no ordinary expenditure.

The four of them had their Divine Souls covenanted, their blood and Qi circling together, and their dao rhymes interchanging; every inch of power had to be precise to the extreme.

A fraction too much would shatter the door patterns, and a fraction too little would fail to suppress the black Qi behind the door.

Su Yuxi raised her hand, her palm gently resting on the back of Lin Yi's hand, as silvery-white dao rhyme flowed into his body.

"Don't hold on alone!"

Shen Qingyue also reached out and pressed onto his other wrist, the blue-white Life Qi flowing over with it.

"We are in this together!"

Chu Wanqing approached from behind, and the power of the Imperial Phoenix circled the three of them along with the zither music.

Her voice was very soft, yet carried a rare solemnity. "Brother Lin Yi. Don't leave me behind this time."

The Divine Fire in Lin Yi's chest surged, and the aura of the four of them completely merged into one ring.

Deep within their Divine Souls, their emotions were laid bare without reservation.

Su Yuxi's isolation. Shen Qingyue's coldness. Chu Wanqing's stubbornness.

The slaughter and protection Lin Yi had experienced all along the way converged in this covenant.

At this moment, no one had a path of retreat, and no one wanted to retreat.

The four minds became one, completely breaking down individual barriers, and opening a Realm of shared Origin and covenant for their Physical Bodies and Dao bodies.

Su Yuxi, Shen Qingyue, and Chu Wanqing all moved closer simultaneously.

Without a single distracting thought, the four of them had their bones, flesh, blood, and spiritual energy completely interwoven into one.

There was you in me, and me in you, with their respective source spiritual powers nourishing one another.

The vigorous and pure unified power steadily reached out to the stone gate, simultaneously feeding back into their four Dao bodies.

Two hours later, outside, the Dao Patterns on the stone gate were unlocked inch by inch.

The first Seal fell. The second Seal shattered. The third Seal transformed into four beams of light—blue, white, silver, and crimson—that surged back into Lin Yi's body.

Boom! The Hongmeng Vision behind Lin Yi suddenly expanded.

The green veins between the stars lit up in large swaths, like spring thunder passing through.

The dead stars began to sprout points of light.

Divine Fire Realm Middle Stage! Divine Fire Realm Late Stage! Divine Fire Realm Peak!

His aura surged all the way up, yet it did not lose control.

The Hongmeng Chaos Body was like a bottomless furnace, swallowing all this feedback and converting it into an even more solid Foundation.

The three women were also blessed by this wave, their Saint bodies all reaching Perfection.

Chu Wanqing and Shen Qingyue benefited even more, their Realms also rising to the Peak of the Divine Fire Realm!

Xu Chen felt this fluctuation from the outside, his entire being going numb.

"Big Brother and Sister Wanqing and the others are all at the Peak of the Divine Fire Realm now?" "They just leveled up while opening a door?" "Is this reasonable?"

Wang Hong looked at the stone gate, his throat bobbing. "The talent of the Saint and the young ladies cannot be viewed by conventional logic."

Xu Chen's mouth twitched. "Elder Wang, let me translate that for you. It means it's absurd, but we should get used to it, right?"

Wang Hong was silent for a moment. "More or less."

The stone gate finally stopped vibrating, and all the Dao Patterns on the gate lit up at the same time.

From within the hundred-foot gate body, a heavy mechanical sound emerged. Click, click, click!

A gap slowly cracked open from the center.

Behind the gap, there was no treasure light as imagined. Only darkness. And a strange aura carrying the lingering rhyme of the Immortal Ancient era.

But the instant the gap widened, a strand of eerie black Qi lunged out violently.

It had been hiding extremely deep, as if waiting for the very last moment.

The black Qi rampaged, its target not Wang Hong and the others, but Lin Yi and the three women.

Su Yuxi's eyes turned cold. "It's here! Everyone, be careful!"

Shen Qingyue immediately raised her hand to form a Seal, and a blue-white halo of light protected the four of them.

Chu Wanqing's imperial zither sounded urgently, the music turning into blades that slashed toward the edge of the black Qi.

But the black Qi split into countless thin threads, bypassing the zither music and drilling inward along the Tai Chu halo.

Lin Yi opened his eyes, the Hongmeng Immortal Light erupting in his pupils. He raised his hand and grasped, and the god-slaying sword flew into his palm.

The sword blade descended. There was nothing flashy. Only one strike. Ssh!