125: Chapter 125 Thunderous Cleansing, Lin Aotian Finally Descends to the Mortal Realm

Central Region, Taiyi Holy Land's Back Mountain Forbidden Ground.

A dull roaring sound echoed from deep underground.

The heavy Dragon-Severing Stone slowly rose, and a large amount of gray Death Qi spewed out from within.

The Taiyi Holy Master, along with dozens of Elders, knelt outside the entrance of the Forbidden Ground.

Three withered old men stepped out of the stone gate.

They wore ancient Daoist robes, their skin clung tightly to their bones, and their eyes were sunken, yet they emitted the pressure of the Undergoing Tribulation Stage that made the surrounding space tremble.

These were the three Foundational Old Ancestors who were barely clinging to life within the Taiyi Holy Land.

Ancestor Tianshu, who was in the center, scanned the kneeling crowd, his voice raspy and cold.

"Why have you awakened us? If there is no danger of the Sect being destroyed, disturbing our Death Seclusion is a capital offense."

With his forehead pressed to the ground and his voice trembling, the Taiyi Holy Master quickly recounted the descent of the Heaven Burial Palace, the appearance of the Ice Snow Fairy, and how Su Yun suppressed the entire field with his words manifesting as Law.

After hearing the account, Ancestor Tianshu not only showed no fear but instead let out an angry shout.

"Absurd!"

He took a step forward, his entire body's Death Qi surging, crushing the surrounding rocks into powder.

"My Taiyi Holy Land has a Legacy of ten thousand years, and our foundation is unfathomably deep. A mere Soul Transformation junior of unknown origin, relying on some shady parlor tricks, thinks he can make our ten-thousand-year foundation bow and submit?"

Ancestor Tianxuan on the left had a gloomy face and immediately agreed.

"That so-called Ice Snow Fairy likely only used a one-time consumable secret treasure."

"As for words manifesting as Law, the Heavenly Dao of the Lower Realm is fragmented; there simply aren't any Cultivators who have mastered such a Dao. For you all to have your minds clouded by mere illusions is a complete disgrace to the face of the Taiyi Holy Land!"

Ancestor Tianji on the right was even more hot-tempered, directly raising his hand to condense a ball of blinding lightning.

"Lead the way! This old man wants to see just what kind of sacred being dares to make my Taiyi Holy Land act like a dog. Today, I shall extract his Soul and refine his spirit, then hang him at the Sect gate for all to see!"

The Aura of the three Undergoing Tribulation Old Ancestors erupted, their murderous intent soaring to the heavens.

The Taiyi Holy Master was forced back repeatedly by this pressure, his heart filled with despair.

He did not believe it was an illusion.

That was a fear that truly dominated the Soul.

"Old Ancestors, please do not be impulsive, the Master..." The Taiyi Holy Master tried to speak and dissuade them.

"Shut up!" Ancestor Tianshu flicked his sleeve, and a powerful gust of wind directly sent the Taiyi Holy Master flying.

The Taiyi Holy Master slammed heavily against the stone wall, coughing up a large mouthful of blood.

The three Old Ancestors were about to take to the air and charge toward the main hall.

Just then.

An ancient rune flashing with golden light suddenly emerged at the center of the Taiyi Holy Master's forehead.

That was the spiritual imprint Su Yun had left deep within the Taiyi Holy Master's Sea of Consciousness.

The moment the imprint lit up, the surrounding air suddenly solidified.

The wind stopped. The falling leaves were frozen in mid-air.

A cold, calm voice that carried an unyielding will transmitted from the imprint.

"Kneel."

Just two words. No fluctuations of spiritual power, no leakage of pressure.

But when they fell into the ears of the three Undergoing Tribulation Old Ancestors, it was no different from Nine Heavens Profound Lightning exploding within their Sea of Consciousness.

Word Spirit: Imperial Edict activated.

Ancestor Tianshu's body, which had just ascended ten feet into the air, suddenly froze.

His pupils dilated wildly, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

A supreme power of Law directly penetrated his cultivation defenses, forcibly stripping away his control over his body.

"No..."

Ancestor Tianshu roared frantically in his heart, pushing all his Undergoing Tribulation cultivation to its limit in an attempt to resist this will.

It was useless.

*Bang!*

Ancestor Tianshu's knees slammed heavily onto the ground, smashing two deep pits into the hard bluish-black rock layer, the sound of bone-cracking being incredibly ear-piercing.

Immediately after, Ancestor Tianxuan and Ancestor Tianji also fell straight to their knees.

The upper bodies of the three men leaned forward uncontrollably, their foreheads slamming heavily against the stone slabs.

Their muscles spasmed violently, cold sweat instantly soaking their ancient Daoist robes, and they could not even lift a single finger.

Absolute dominance. Dimensional suppression.

Outside the Forbidden Ground, there was a deathly silence.

All the Elders watched as the three previously insufferably arrogant Undergoing Tribulation Old Ancestors were now pinned to the ground kowtowing, their minds going completely blank.

The Taiyi Holy Master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.

He looked at the Old Ancestors on the ground who couldn't even lift their heads, and the last trace of lingering hope in his eyes completely vanished.

"By my command."

The Taiyi Holy Master turned around, his voice carrying an extreme coldness and decisiveness.

"Ring the Soul-Lamenting Bell. All those belonging to the Holy Land are to be mobilized."

"Within twenty-four hours, sweep through all forces in the Central Region that refuse to submit. All who oppose the Master's will are to be uprooted root and stem, leaving not even a chicken or dog alive."

The Taiyi Holy Land had completely become the sharpest butcher's knife in Su Yun's hand.

At the same moment, in the sky above the Eastern Region.

The azure sky suddenly split open with a thousand-zhang-long black rift.

Violent spatial turbulence poured out from it, shredding the mountain ranges below.

The Heavenly Dao Laws sensed the invasion of powerful outsiders, and blood-red thunderclouds quickly condensed in the sky.

Ten thousand thick blood-red lightning bolts churned within the clouds, locking onto the rift.

Three figures forcibly stepped out from the rift.

The leading youth wore a white robe, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his brow filled with arrogance.

It was none other than Lin Aotian.

Facing the blood-red lightning of the Heavenly Dao, he did not retreat but instead advanced, letting out a cold snort as he directly operated the forged version of the "Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body" Cultivation Technique he had obtained from Liu Qingyan.

A layer of dark-golden halo covered his entire body.

"To think a mere fragmented Heavenly Dao of the Lower Realm dares to block me!"

Lin Aotian raised his right hand, curled his fingers into a claw, and fiercely tore at the sky.

A dark-golden claw projection soared into the sky, directly tearing the blood-red thunderclouds in half.

The residual lightning struck his protective halo, but it failed to stir even a single ripple.

Lin Aotian withdrew his hand, feeling the surging power within his body, his expression full of pride.

The Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body was indeed formidable; even with the Heavenly Dao's suppression, he could still exert combat power capable of sweeping through the Lower Realm.

He took a deep breath, then wrinkled his brow in disgust.

"The Spiritual Qi of this Lower Realm is truly thin enough to be nauseating compared to before."

Lin Aotian brushed off non-existent dust from his sleeves, his tone utterly contemptuous.

Ye Qingyu pressed herself closely to Lin Aotian's side, hugging his arm with both hands.

She wore a pink Liuxian Skirt, her face sweet and obedient.

"If Brother Aotian finds this place boring, once we finish our business and kill all those people, let's hurry back, okay?"

An extremely hidden crimson flash appeared in the depths of Ye Qingyu's eyes, her voice becoming even softer.

"As for that bad woman who betrayed you, Qingyu will pull out her tongue, gouge out her eyes, and then peel off her skin bit by bit to spread on the ground as a carpet for you."

Hearing these bloody words, Lin Aotian did not feel repulsed; instead, he reached out and pinched Ye Qingyu's cheek.

"As expected, Qingyu is the one most supportive of me. Since Nangong Xue dared to betray me and seize power, This Seat will let her know what it means to suffer a fate worse than death."

Standing behind them, Liu Qingyan wore a white dress, her temperament cold and gentle.

Looking at Lin Aotian's insufferably arrogant appearance, her eyes were filled with cold ridicule.

Fool.

The Cultivation Technique you take such pride in is nothing more than a death warrant tailored by my Master.

The faster you operate it now, the more miserably you will die.

Liu Qingyan lowered her eyelids and silently took out a Mother-Child Heart-Linking Jade from her sleeve with her left hand.

She slightly released spiritual power from her fingertips.

She packaged the landing coordinates, Lin Aotian's strength and status, and the presence of Ye Qingyu into a segment of Divine Thought information and sent it out.

Once the information was sent, the jade pendant crumbled into powder and slipped through her fingers.

Liu Qingyan looked up, her expression as usual, her tone gentle with a hint of concern.

"Junior Brother, this Lower Realm is fraught with danger after all. What is our first step?"

Lin Aotian looked into the distance, his murderous intent solemn.

"To the Heavenly Sovereign Alliance."

"I want to bestow despair upon them in the place they consider safest."

Lin Aotian let out a long cry and, leading the two women, transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the Heavenly Sovereign Alliance.

Half an hour later.

Lin Aotian's group hovered in the air above the Heavenly Sovereign Alliance's Sect gate.

The expected scene of heavy guards waiting in battle array did not appear.

What met their eyes was a silent expanse of ruins.

The base of the Mountain-Protecting Formation was broken, and the light barrier was completely extinguished.

The grand main hall had mostly collapsed, and countless buildings had been turned into scorched earth.

The ground was covered with massive sword scars and deep pits left by technique bombardments.

There was no Aura of any living person.

The entire Sect was deserted.

Lin Aotian's face instantly darkened, the veins on his forehead bulging.

"Nangong Xue! Where are the people?!"

He let out a furious roar and struck a palm toward the broken main peak below.

A massive golden palm print descended from the sky, slamming fiercely onto the ruins.

*Boom!*

The earth shook and the mountains swayed as large amounts of rubble and dust soared into the sky, obscuring their vision.

As the wild wind blew past, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

A layer of the plaza at the center of the main peak had been forcibly shaved off.

At the very center of the plaza, an extremely discordant scene appeared.

Amidst the ruins stood a square Huanghuali wood table of exquisite craftsmanship, along with two Grandmaster Chairs.

A set of celadon tea set was placed on the table, and a small red clay stove was boiling water, steam rising from it.

A youth dressed in a Mystic black brocade robe was leaning back in one of the Grandmaster Chairs.

The youth had an upright posture, and his features were as picturesque as a painting.

With one hand resting on the armrest and the other holding a freshly poured cup of Spiritual Tea, he lowered his head to blow away the foam on the surface, then leisurely took a sip.

Despite the surrounding mess, he sat there quietly sipping tea.

Lin Aotian's figure suddenly landed ten feet away from the table, his eyes fixed firmly on the youth.

The moment he saw the other's face clearly, Lin Aotian was stunned.

He had seen this face before.

It was Lin Rou's good-for-nothing, trash of a nephew, Lin Chen.

How could he be here? Where did the people of the Heavenly Sovereign Alliance go?

Lin Aotian frowned deeply, his eyes flashing with a hint of absurdity and extreme disdain.

"Lin Chen?"

Lin Aotian raised his chin, looking down at the youth from a height.

"Why are you here? Where is that bitch Nangong Xue hiding? Don't tell me that a piece of trash like you could actually survive here."

Faced with Lin Aotian's murderous and contemptuous questioning,

Su Yun did not show the slightest panic.

He slowly set down the celadon teacup in his hand. The bottom of the cup clicked against the wooden table, making a soft sound.

Su Yun interlocked his fingers, rested his elbows on the table, and looked up to meet Lin Aotian's gaze.

Deep within his eyes was the coldness of a hunter looking at prey caught in a net.

An extremely dangerous smile curled at the corners of Su Yun's mouth.

"Great Genius Lin."

Su Yun's gaze swept over Lin Aotian and Liu Qingyan behind him, his tone casual, yet carrying a composure that suggested he controlled everything.

"You are an hour late."