39: Chapter 39 Respectfully Sending Marshal Lin to His Death

You stepped into the sky and flew above the heavens.

"General Lin?!" A Martial Saint suddenly looked up, gazing at the figure suspended in the air.

You did not answer.

The world began to tremble in an instant.

"Martial Arts Myth?"

"Is General Lin about to Breakthrough to the Martial Arts Myth?"

...

Those who can Cultivate to become a Martial Saint have all experienced countless storms, and among them, there are those who study Formation.

When the twelve flags lit up but the Demon-Sealing Array was not repaired, some had already noticed that there was a problem with that Martial God Golden Core.

They were very anxious at the time, but you said decisively that there was no failure.

At that time, they were still wondering if Master Wu Suanzi had left any backup plan for you.

But at this moment, everyone understood that you wanted to Breakthrough to the Martial Arts Myth and then use your own Golden Core to repair this Demon-Sealing Array.

The majestic Spiritual Qi within Master Wu Suanzi's Golden Core was absorbed by you.

You frantically compressed the Spiritual Qi within your body.

The Spiritual Qi gathered inside your Dantian, slowly condensing into a small, round sphere.

The pressure around you became stronger and stronger.

The small, round sphere in your Dantian also slowly condensed into a solid entity.

"There shouldn't be many Geniuses who have broken through to the Peak of the Martial Saint Realm, right?" A relatively young Martial Saint looked at the figure in the sky and swallowed hard. "Can he succeed?"

An elderly Martial Saint knocked the young Martial Saint on the head. "He will, he will succeed."

Although his tone was certain, his hands were gripping his clothes, trembling uncontrollably.

Breaking through two Realms in less than five days—not to mention a Martial Saint breaking through to a Martial God, even a Transcendent breaking through to Innate wouldn't be enough.

Your actions are, in the entire history of the Dragon Kingdom's martial arts, if not unmatched by future generations, then definitely an unprecedented miracle!

Just then, you suddenly opened your eyes.

At your Dantian, that small sphere completely finished condensing.

The next instant, the small sphere suddenly erupted with a dazzling golden light. The golden light shot into the sky, and the entire God Realm shone at this moment.

That aura, unique to a Martial God, erupted from your body.

Martial God Golden Core!

You succeeded.

At this moment, you broke through—Martial Arts Myth!

"He succeeded, he succeeded!" Martial Saint after Martial Saint roared, looking at you and shouting, "Martial God!"

"Martial God! It's a Martial Arts Myth!"

A Martial Arts Myth of about fifty years old! This is an unprecedented miracle in the entire history of the Dragon Kingdom, and today, they witnessed the birth of this miracle with their own eyes!

The boiling roars had not yet dissipated when an indescribable sorrow quietly rose from the bottom of every Martial Saint's heart. The fanaticism on their faces gradually faded, replaced by heaviness and heartache.

They knew why you broke through to Martial God, and they knew what you were going to do next.

The moment you broke through, you did not hesitate at all; a long sword appeared in your hand.

"Rip—!"

The long sword was incomparably sharp, slicing through your stomach without any resistance. Blood instantly gushed out, staining your robes red.

Your face turned pale instantly, and beads of cold sweat seeped from your forehead.

"Damn it!" The figure of Master Wu Suanzi instantly appeared in your mind. "Why didn't that old man tell me that I didn't need to slice open my stomach to extract the Golden Core!"

But never mind; with your current Martial God Realm body, you would recover after resting for a while.

The moment the Martial God Golden Core left your body, you felt an incomparable weakness.

It was as if that powerful strength had just left you in an instant.

You knew your current strength was still stronger than when you were at the Peak of the Martial Saint Realm, but it was far inferior to the Martial God Realm you had just possessed with the Golden Core inside you.

Fortunately, you had just broken through and soon adapted to it.

"I wonder what it felt like when Master extracted his Golden Core," you couldn't help but think.

You did not hesitate at all. With a gentle flick of your fingertip, your Golden Core flew toward the center of the Formation.

"No problem this time." You looked at the Golden Core, a smile appearing on your face.

You formed hand seals, Spiritual Qi surging at your fingertips. Under your control, the twelve flags' faint golden light converged with the golden light of your Martial God Golden Core.

The originally cracked Formation patterns began to heal rapidly under the nourishment of the Golden Core's power.

"It's over." Looking at the slowly repairing Formation, you smiled.

That's right, it's all over.

Your figure fell from the sky.

"General Lin!"

"General Lin!"

...

Watching your figure fall from the sky, the crowd of Martial Saints hurriedly flew into the sky, wanting to catch you.

You felt so tired... truly so tired.

"Am I going to die?"

You didn't know.

"General Lin!"

"General Lin!"

"General Lin!"

...

So noisy, so noisy.

You felt yourself being held, being shouted at by a bunch of middle-aged and elderly people.

"Can't someone come and feed me a few Medicinal Pills!!!!!" You coughed a few times and shouted, "I'm not dead yet!"

Your roar instantly caused the Martial Saint holding you to freeze in place.

But he soon reacted. "Medicinal Pills! Medicinal Pills, where are the people from Danwang Valley!"

"Idiot! You're from Danwang Valley yourself, hurry up and take out the Medicinal Pills."

"Oh, oh, oh! Right, right, right!" The Martial Saint instantly came to his senses, his cheeks turning bright red. He hurriedly rummaged through his pockets, took out an exquisite jade bottle, and poured out a few Medicinal Pills.

Once the Medicinal Pills entered your mouth, you felt much better.

You looked at the sky; the sunlight was a bit dazzling, and there was still the smell of blood in the air.

But it seemed you wouldn't die for a while.

You hadn't guessed wrong; the disappearance of the Martial God Golden Core would not cause you to die immediately.

However, you felt your cultivation slowly disappearing; you were becoming a Mortal.

Moreover, your body was getting worse and worse; you were afraid you were even worse than a Mortal.

You were conferred the title of Marshal, and people respectfully addressed you as General Lin!

A year later, you left the God Realm.

You no longer even had the cultivation of a Grandmaster; your hair was gray, and you looked like an old man about to die.

To be honest, you didn't want to die in the God Realm.

Although you strongly requested that you didn't need company, the Dragon Group still arranged for two Peak Grandmaster powerhouses to be by your side.

You returned to your hometown.

Police cars cleared the way, and helicopters roared in the sky.

The surrounding villagers all poked their heads out, wanting to see what big shot had arrived.

"Cough, cough, cough!" You coughed a few times, somewhat afraid to get out of the car.

To be honest, you were a bit afraid to see the person in front of you.

The seventy-something-year-old woman in front of you froze for a moment when she saw you, then burst into tears. "You are... Heng'er."

Your eyes dodged; to be honest, you looked much older than her.

In the end, you made up your mind and revealed a smile. "Mom... I'm back!"

She hugged you tightly, touching your aged face. "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

You stayed at home for two years.

From the second year onwards, you could no longer take care of yourself; your legs couldn't walk, and you couldn't lift your hands.

To be honest, you were someone who didn't want others to take care of you.

"No need, I can do it myself. If I really can't, there are people over there who will take care of me."

"Lie down!" The old woman in front of you knocked on your head sternly. "You are my son! How dare you not listen to Mom!"

"Yes~"

You felt you were acting a bit spoiled, but you didn't feel embarrassed at all.

That year, just as spring began, you felt your eyelids were very heavy; you wanted to sleep.

So sleepy.

Really very sleepy.

It seemed like someone was talking in your ear.

"My child, my child!"

I'm sorry, Mom, I actually left before you.

You seemed to hear the sound of firecrackers, as well as shouts one after another.

"Respectfully sending off General Lin to the Heavens!"

So noisy!

"Respectfully sending off General Lin to the Heavens!"

So noisy!

Really so noisy!

You died!