216: Chapter 216 True Immortal

"Whoosh!" Dongfang Lin moved like an arrow released from a bow, grabbing Dongfang Meng as the two vanished in a flash.

Below, many Cultivators of the Heavenly Court who had just emerged from their Cultivation upon hearing the sound looked up at the sky, feeling bewildered.

"What is going on? Did someone just pass by?"

"I didn't see anyone..."

"Maybe it was just a prank..."

...

Chen Ping and Shi Hao stared in astonishment at the plain-looking old man before them.

"Sen... Senior, was that really an Immortal?!"

"I suppose so!" the Lord of Sacred Heart Mansion said with a faint smile, "Why have you come?"

Chen Ping and his companion turned solemn and relayed the news brought by Dilireba Nazha.

"Oh?" After hearing this, the Lord of Sacred Heart Mansion began to calculate with his fingers, but his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Did that kid really play himself to death? That can't be, right? That old bird is by his side..."

"Senior, how is it?" Seeing his expression, Shi Hao and the other became even more nervous.

"It's fine..." After a few breaths, the Lord of Sacred Heart Mansion sighed lightly, "In three to five years at the shortest, or one or eight hundred years at the longest, your Revered Master will naturally return. Go back and Cultivate diligently!"

Chen Ping and Shi Hao exchanged glances, their unease not dissipating.

Three to five years is but a fleeting moment for an ordinary Cultivator.

However, they knew their Revered Master; he had not even been Cultivating for five years yet, let alone a thousand or eight hundred years!

But since the other party had said as much, they could only leave helplessly.

Watching their retreating backs, the Lord of Sacred Heart Mansion shook his head and smiled bitterly.

It was not that he wanted to deceive the young ones, but he truly could not find any trace of Lin Bei; it was difficult to even determine if he was alive or dead.

"Leaving them with some hope is always good... Regardless, the Great Destruction is coming, sigh!"

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, Dongfang Lin finally stopped, his eyes filled with suspicion.

"What is going on?" Dongfang Meng asked, puzzled.

"Your Highness..." Dongfang Lin still felt lingering fear, "The person who called out from the Heavenly Court just now is at least a True Immortal!"

"A True Immortal? Are you certain?!" Dongfang Meng's gaze flashed, "The Heavenly Court actually possesses such an expert?"

"I am eighty percent certain. Your Highness, we should return to the Immortal Realm sooner rather than later..."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Meng's expression immediately darkened, "No! I am not going back!"

Dongfang Lin was stunned.

However, when his gaze swept over Jiao Yufeng, he immediately understood, and his stomach churned.

What kind of disaster was this...

"Your Highness, this old... this Miss Jiao has not reached the Emperor realm, and she is not a native Cultivator of the Immortal Realm; it is indeed very difficult for her to go to the Immortal Realm with us..."

"However, you could first return to the Immortal Realm and then have the Emperor help bring her over. The Emperor would surely have a way..."

Hearing this, Jiao Yufeng's body trembled as she put on a sickeningly pathetic expression, "Meng-lang, Lin-lang, are you going to abandon me?"

"Impossible!" Dongfang Meng felt his heart ache instantly at her appearance and pulled her into an embrace, "Unless I go with Feng'er, I will never return to the Immortal Realm!"

Dongfang Lin began to taste something sweet in his throat again, and he took a deep breath, suppressing his agitated blood.

"Before descending to the Lower Realm, the Emperor considered that some accidents might occur and bestowed a set of Formations capable of slightly obscuring heavenly secrets. Perhaps, it could be used to bring Miss Jiao back to the Immortal Realm together..."

"Really?" Dongfang Meng was overjoyed, "Then let's go quickly!"

Dongfang Lin shook his head, "Your Highness, in order not to increase the pressure on the Lower Realm, what the Emperor gave me was not a ready-made Formation, but merely the method of arrangement. I will need some time..."

As they spoke, spatial fluctuations appeared not far away, and several figures emerged.

This was a group of Saints on their journey, and they were just about to use teleportation again.

The leader suddenly paused, looked at Dongfang Meng and the other two, and revealed an expression of disbelief.

"Immortal Venerable?" He immediately stepped forward, his face full of sycophancy.

Dongfang Lin glanced at him, "This Venerable remembers your name is... Erha?"

Saint Erha immediately became excited, "Yes, yes, yes! This lowly one is indeed Erha of the Yinyue Dynasty!"

"Hmm!" Dongfang Lin looked at him and said nothing more, the intention to dismiss him was obvious.

Saint Erha, however, did not leave immediately. After hesitating for a moment, he gathered his courage and said, "Immortal Venerable, this lowly one guesses that you have just arrived in the Ancient Continent and might lack some servants by your side..."

"We of the Yinyue Dynasty have already made preparations and welcome the Immortal Venerable to visit at any time. We ask that the Immortal Venerable give us an opportunity to show our filial respect!"

Dongfang Lin was just about to refuse, but then he had a second thought.

He did indeed need many cumbersome Materials to set up the Formation; he couldn't possibly go looking for everything himself, right?

"Fine, this Venerable will visit your Yinyue Dynasty for a period of time!"

Erha opened his mouth, almost doubting if he were in a dream. He had only been trying his luck and had not dared to think he could actually succeed.

"Still not leading the way?" Seeing him still in a daze, Dongfang Lin shouted coldly.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Saint Erha was servile, nodding repeatedly.

...

"Ding! Host's death-seeking attempt successful! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the reward: Chaos Holy Water!"

"Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the reward: 50 million yinming stones!"

"Ding! Please note, Host, the cooldown time for this death-seeking attempt is..."

After half a breath, Lin Bei did not hear the sound he wanted and curled his lips in frustration, "Good luck has finally run out..."

His consciousness immediately expanded, constantly observing the surroundings to guard against Dongfang Lin catching up again.

"Wait! Where is this?"

In an instant, he detected an abnormality. The sky here was vastly different from the Ancient Continent, appearing to be shrouded in a layer of grey mist.

Not far away stood a massive city that also looked somewhat gloomy.

Lin Bei knew the layout of all the major cities on the Ancient Continent by heart, but he simply could not recognize which city this was.

"Holy Zombie City?" He arrived at the city gate, looking at the large characters above, feeling completely baffled.

"Thankfully, it is still the script of the Ancient Continent. I thought I had Transmigrated again..."

Lin Bei walked into the city at a leisurely pace.

"Da da da..." A strange creature came hopping towards him and scrutinized him oddly.

After a few breaths, it hopped away again.

"Zo... Zombie?"

Lin Bei's physical body and Cultivation had both reached the Saint Peak; he could put up a fight even against a Great Saint Peak Cultivator.

Yet, seeing this creature with only Void Soaring strength, his legs still felt inexplicably weak.

The pale face, sharp fangs and nails, and that hopping movement—it was clearly the zombie he had been familiar with since childhood!

And! It was not just one!

As far as Lin Bei's gaze could reach, there were no fewer than hundreds of zombies on the streets of the city!

Many zombies had set up stalls and were doing business on the roadside, and the customers visiting them were also various zombies of differing Cultivation levels...

"This... damn it..." he muttered to himself, "I wonder what Revered Master Lam would think if he came here..."

Just then, a team of zombie guards spotted Lin Bei and immediately rushed over.

However, they were not hopping forward, but floating through the air.

"Who are you? Which city do you come from? Show your identity token!"