94: Chapter 94 The Ancient Palace Chooses Its Master, The Mystery of Haotian!

The moment the ancient hall touched his palm, it emitted a low hum.

It was like an old friend who had waited for countless epochs, finally reuniting.

Xu Chen was stunned.

He looked down at the small hall in his hand, which radiated a faint golden luster.

His mind went blank.

"This..."

"What's going on?"

He looked up at Lin Yi with a face full of confusion.

"Big brother, I just said that casually!"

"I was joking!"

"How could you... you really gave it to me?"

Lin Yi rolled his eyes at him, pointed at the small hall, and said:

"I didn't give it to you; it chose you itself!"

At this moment, the entire valley entrance erupted in an uproar.

"The ancient desolate hall... flew into that fatty's hands?!"

"No way! That's the Ancient Desolate Emperor's natal imperial weapon!"

"How could it choose him? Who is he?"

"That's a Disciple of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land named Xu Chen, apparently the Fourth Sequence."

"Fourth Sequence? Him?"

"What's wrong with the world today? Do imperial weapons no longer follow common sense?"

The Cultivators on the periphery were talking animatedly, faces full of disbelief.

Even Peak Master Lei Wanjun was stunned for a long while, his eyes wide open.

"This kid... what's with him today? Has he stumbled into dog-shit Luck?"

Lin Yi's expression, however, showed no surprise.

To be more precise.

He had anticipated this.

Earlier, when that scene occurred at the entrance of the ancient desolate hall.

Xu Chen had clutched his head, squatting on the ground in pain, saying, "Someone is calling me."

And then there were Su Yuxi's memory fragments regarding the "Lord of Destiny."

All sorts of signs overlapped.

Lin Yi already had some conjectures in his heart.

He locked his gaze onto Xu Chen.

A panel emerged.

[Name: Xu Chen]

[Identity: Tianxuan Disciple, Will of Haotian (a wisp, sealed)!]

[Physique: Mortal Physique!]

[Recent Luck Changes: A dream of ten thousand years, memory recovering, obtained extreme dao imperial weapon — ancient desolate hall!]

Lin Yi's pupils suddenly constricted.

Will of Haotian.

These two words were like a thunderclap exploding in his mind.

In the original plot.

Haotian!

That was the name of the Heavenly Dao of the high-level Immortal Realm.

The Incarnation of the world's will.

The supreme existence that suppressed the strong and maintained the rules.

And Xu Chen...

This heartless little fatty who followed him around, giggling foolishly all day.

Was actually a wisp of Will of Haotian?!

Lin Yi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

The panel stated "sealed."

In other words, Xu Chen himself currently didn't know about this.

Or rather, he only had some vague sensations.

But he was far from Awakening.

"The ancient desolate hall was once the weapon of the Lord of Destiny!"

Su Yuxi's previous words surfaced in his mind again.

Lord of Destiny!

The Dominator of the Immortal Ancient Era.

The panel showed that Xu Chen was a wisp of Will of Haotian.

So the question arose.

Xu Chen, the Lord of Destiny, the Will of Haotian.

What exactly was the relationship between the three?

Did the ancient desolate hall recognize Xu Chen as its master because it sensed...

...the wisp of Will of Haotian inside Xu Chen?

The deeper Lin Yi thought, the tighter his brow furrowed.

Just then, Su Yuxi's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"This hall... I've seen it!"

Su Yuxi's beautiful eyes became somewhat glazed.

She stared at the Exquisite Ancient Hall in Xu Chen's hand, her gaze drifting as if she were looking at a very distant scene.

"A long, long time ago."

Her voice became trance-like, carrying a sense of vicissitude that didn't belong to her age.

"This ancient desolate hall once followed a person to battle across the heavens."

"Sweeping through ten thousand domains."

"Wherever it passed, the myriad Daos would submit."

Lin Yi looked at her.

"The Lord of Destiny?"

Su Yuxi nodded.

"Yes!"

Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat.

The Lord of Destiny.

The Will of Haotian.

The ancient desolate hall.

Xu Chen.

Su Yuxi's past life.

All the clues were pointing in the same direction.

The Immortal Ancient Era.

That terrifying epoch that even the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm would be moved by.

Lin Yi looked at Xu Chen.

At this moment, the little fatty was looking at the small hall in his hand with a bewildered expression, turning it over and over.

"Big brother, do you think this thing recognized the wrong person?"

"Should I give it back?"

"Wait, give it back to whom? It flew here on its own..."

He muttered to himself for a while.

But soon, his expression changed.

On that fat face that was always grinning, a rare look of seriousness appeared.

"Big brother."

Xu Chen looked up, his chubby face carrying a trace of solemnity that even he couldn't explain.

"I can't say why."

"But this imperial weapon... I feel like it's from the same source as me."

"It's like a part of my body that was cut away a long, long time ago."

"And now it's back."

As he spoke, he gripped the ancient desolate hall tightly.

And the ancient desolate hall also emitted a soft hum, as if responding to his words.

At this moment, a subtle change occurred in Xu Chen's temperament.

That heartless, simple-minded energy was still there.

But deeper down, something was Awakening.

Like a spark that had slept under a glacier for ten thousand years, it faintly revealed its first ray of light.

Lin Yi saw all of this.

He didn't speak of the information on the panel.

Now was not the time.

Xu Chen's Seal was still there.

The truth was too heavy and not suitable to be revealed at this juncture.

He simply walked forward and patted Xu Chen on the shoulder.

"Take good care of it."

"We'll talk about some things once you remember them yourself."

Xu Chen scratched the back of his head.

"Remember what?"

"Big brother, why are you talking like a fortune teller..."

"I'm just an ordinary person; what could I remember? Whose debt did I owe in a past life?"

Lin Yi didn't respond.

He turned around and walked toward the exit of the valley.

Imperial Fall Valley was dyed golden-red by the setting sun.

The wind was strong.

It made his robes flap loudly.

He could be certain.

Xu Chen was definitely not an ordinary person.

He never had been.

This little fatty who followed him around all day eating and laughing foolishly.

The burden he carried was likely beyond common imagination.

The wind kicked up the dust of Imperial Fall Valley.

Xu Chen, clutching the ancient desolate hall, caught up with Lin Yi's pace.

"Big brother! Wait for me!"

"Why are you walking so fast!"

"By the way, big brother, do you believe that feeling I just mentioned?"

Lin Yi paused slightly.

He glanced at him sideways.

"I do."

Just one word.

Xu Chen grinned.

"Hehe, I knew big brother understands me best!"

He followed along jauntily, returning to his heartless manner.

But Lin Yi noticed that the hand he used to hold the ancient desolate hall never loosened.

He held it very tightly.

As if he were afraid it would fly away again.

Su Yuxi followed behind, looking at Xu Chen's back with her brow slightly furrowed.

The Lord of Destiny.

That blurry figure.

That mass of impenetrable Chaos Qi.

She always felt that there was some inexplicable connection between that figure and Xu Chen.

But when she tried to capture more memories.

Only a blur of white light remained in her mind.

She could see nothing.

She rubbed her temples.

"Let's go."

Lin Yi's voice came from ahead.

"Home."

Su Yuxi stepped forward to follow.

Chu Wanqing skipped along, holding her imperial zither.

Shen Qingyue walked quietly at the very back.

The figures of the five were stretched long by the setting sun.

Cast upon the riddled earth of Imperial Fall Valley.

Like a very simple painting.

Yet hiding too many unseen undercurrents.