171: Flying Immortal Origin

The Lin Familys Small World, core Martial Arts Arena.

A massive arena, built entirely of Chaos Stone, rose from the ground and hung high in the air, emitting an ancient and boundless aura.

Array patterns were densely etched around the arena, ensuring that the residual energy from the battles would not leak out.

Above the arena, Lin Huan stood with his hands behind his back.

His figure was tall and straight, his aura restrained, yet the faint Chaos radiance flowing around him, coupled with eyes that seemed capable of seeing through the Origin of all things, all revealed his extraordinary nature.

His cultivation of the Second Heaven of Saint King Realm was undisguised, and even without actively activating it, the Primal Origin Body naturally exuded a pressure that surpassed ordinary Saints.

Below the arena, people gathered in a bustling crowd.

Not only were there young disciples of the Lin family, but also many young Prodigies who had rushed from the Myriad Heavens and Myriad Realms via the teleportation arrays opened by the Lin family.

Among them were sharp-willed Sword Cultivators, Body Cultivators with boundless vitality, Mages who controlled the elements, and even prodigies from special races.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Lin Huan in the arena.

The Primal Origin Body!

The Saint King Realm!

Either of these terms alone was enough to shake an entire Star Domain.

And when they were concentrated on one person, especially such a young person, they brought an unparalleled attraction and... desire for challenge.

"Today, I, Lin Huan, have set up this arena here to challenge the Prodigies of the same generation across the Myriad Realms."

Lin Huan's voice was calm, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire Martial Arts Arena.

"Regardless of background or cultivation, I seek only a battle to verify what I have learned."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fiery red figure leaped onto the arena, radiating a scorching aura, clearly at the Peak of the Saint Realm.

"From Lihuo Heaven, the Blazing Sun Tribe, Yang Jin, I ask for guidance!"

The newcomer cupped his fists, and the surrounding Fire Law boiled, transforming into a roaring fire Dragon that charged towards Lin Huan.

Lin Huan's expression remained unchanged; he simply raised his right hand and gently pointed his index finger forward.

The roaring fire Dragon suddenly halted three zhang away from him, as if hitting an invisible wall, then disintegrated inch by inch from head to tail, reverting to its purest fire-element Spiritual Qi, which was silently absorbed by the Primal Origin flowing around Lin Huan.

Yang Jin's face paled, he gave a muffled groan, retreated three steps, his eyes filled with shock.

He felt that his connection with the fire Dragon had been forcibly severed and purified by a higher-level power.

"Thank you for the concession."

Lin Huan withdrew his finger and said calmly.

Yang Jin took a deep breath, suppressed his surging Qi and blood, cupped his fists in salute, and stepped down from the arena dejectedly.

He couldn't even make the opponent move a single step.

This scene caused many restless Prodigies below the stage to feel a chill in their hearts.

"I'll give it a try!"

Another figure stepped onto the stage. This person had a cold aura and specialized in Divine Soul attacks. Silently, an invisible Mental Spike shot towards Lin Huan's Sea of Consciousness.

Lin Huan didn't even look at him, merely frowning almost imperceptibly.

The Mental Spike, the moment it reached the periphery of his Sea of Consciousness, was enveloped and dissolved by a pure and vast power of Primal Origin, vanishing like a clay ox into the sea.

Instead, the attacker screamed as if struck by lightning, clutching his head and rolling off the arena, his Divine Soul severely damaged.

The subsequent battles almost became a display of Lin Huan's personal strength.

No matter how exquisite the opponent's Divine Ability, how strange their Law, or how ferocious their attack, Lin Huan always stood firm in the center of the arena, effortlessly dissolving all attacks with a finger, a palm, or a flash of divine light in his eyes.

His Primal Origin seemed capable of restraining and assimilating all methods; any energy-based attack that approached him would have its power greatly reduced, or even become nourishment for his Origin.

His fighting style was not about overwhelming others with brute force, but rather a form of absolute control, like "Ten Thousand Laws cannot invade me; I stand firm."

"Too strong... they are not on the same level at all."

"Is this the Primal Origin Body? It's practically the Source of Ten Thousand Laws; all Divine Abilities and techniques look pale before him."

"He's only at the Second Heaven of Saint King Realm! If he reaches the Quasi-Emperor or even Great Emperor stage..."

Below the stage, discussions buzzed. The Prodigies from all sides, who were initially unconvinced and eager to try, gradually became solemn, astonished, and even felt a sense of powerlessness.

Lin Huan stood on the stage, his eyes calm.

His purpose in setting up the arena was not to show off his military might, but to further familiarize himself with and control the Physique he had just undergone Awakening, verify the Profound Truths of the Primal Origin Scripture, and simultaneously declare to the Myriad Heavens and Myriad Realms that the younger generation of the Lin family had risen powerfully... Just as Lin Huan was establishing his reputation in the Lin family arena.

Far beyond the endless Star River, in a desolate area named the "Ethereal Star Domain."

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Violent energy explosions erupted one after another, thoroughly disrupting this previously silent Star Domain.

Two figures struggled to move and resist amidst the wreckage of shattered stars.

One of them, dressed in white robes stained with blood, still possessed an elegant, immortal-like posture—it was Lin Qingyi.

Her face was pale, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her Flying Immortal Body was pushed to the limit, sending out streams of immortal light to barely resist the attacks coming from all directions.

Her cultivation had clearly also achieved a Breakthrough to the mid-stage saint realm, but she appeared precarious under the current siege.

The other person was a woman who looked about sixteen years old, with peerless beauty and an ethereal temperament, as if she didn't belong to the mortal world.

She was surrounded by even purer and more ancient Flying immortal light, but her aura was somewhat chaotic, indicating she was injured.

She was none other than the Original Flying Immortal Body who had awakened from the Divine Source—Jiang Li!

They were being besieged by two powerful forces.

One side wore silver-white battle armor and drove ancient war chariots, with the characters "Nine Heavens" embroidered on their battle standards.

They were Cultivators from the Nine Heavens Divine Palace. Their Cultivation Technique was grand and righteous, yet they carried an undeniable tyranny. Their attacks were vicious, streams of divine light resembling heavenly punishment, specifically targeting Jiang Li's ancient Flying Immortal Origin.

The other side was hidden within black robes, their figures like ghosts. The Divine Abilities they used were strange and malicious, carrying the power to corrode the Divine Soul.

They were people from the Netherworld Sect, skilled in sneak attacks and curses, clinging like maggots to the bone, constantly wearing away at Lin Qingyi's and Jiang Li's vitality and magic power.

"Jiang Li! Hand over the Flying Immortal Origin, and we can spare your residual soul for Reincarnation!"

A leading elder of the Nine Heavens Divine Palace shouted coldly. He was a powerhouse at the Quasi-Emperor Third Heaven, holding a Divine Mace flashing with lightning. Every swing summoned Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, possessing astonishing power.

"Heh heh... If the Original Flying Immortal Body is refined, our Sect's Old Ancestor might be able to continue the Emperors Road for another lifetime! And that little girl, the Acquired Flying Immortal Body, though her Origin is weak, she's still a great tonic!"

A black-robed Quasi-Emperor from the Netherworld Sect laughed sinisterly, shaking a Soul-Summoning Banner in his hand, causing countless vengeful spirits to roar and rush out.

Jiang Li's expression was cold and aloof, her eyes holding a trace of exhaustion and resolve: "How dare mere monsters and demons like you covet the Flying Immortal Body Origin!"

She formed a hand seal with her jade hand, and ancient Flying Immortal runes shone, turning into a world-shocking Immortal Rainbow that temporarily forced back the attacking divine thunder and vengeful spirits.

Lin Qingyi gritted her teeth, standing back-to-back with Jiang Li. Their Flying Immortal Physiques resonated, and their immortal lights intertwined, barely supporting a defensive Domain.

"Qingyi, I have dragged you into this."

Jiang Li whispered. Since her Awakening, she had traveled with Lin Qingyi. Their Physiques mutually attracted and verified each other, forming a deep bond, but she hadn't expected them to be targeted by these two major forces.

"Sister Jiang, there's no need to say more. Since we are fellow Daoists, we should naturally fight side by side!"

Lin Qingyi's eyes were firm. She knew what her and Jiang Li's Flying Immortal Body Origin meant to certain desperate ancient existences—it was a temptation capable of driving people mad.

The battle grew fiercer.

The Nine Heavens Divine Palace and the Netherworld Sect had clearly reached some kind of tacit agreement, joining forces in a siege, determined to capture the two women.

They mobilized one Quasi-Emperor Third Heaven, one Quasi-Emperor Second Heaven, and dozens of Saint King and Great Saint Realm Cultivators, setting up an inescapable net.

Although Jiang Li was strong, she had only just awakened and had not recovered to her Peak strength, and the opponents were using Secret Treasures to suppress her Flying Immortal Power.

Lin Qingyi's cultivation was even shallower; she relied entirely on the miraculous nature of the Flying Immortal Body and Jiang Li's protection to hold on.

Crack!

Under the combined bombardment of the two Quasi-Emperors and many masters, the defensive Domain finally showed cracks.

"Pfft!"

Lin Qingyi bore the brunt of the attack, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her aura instantly weakening.

Jiang Li was also invaded by a malicious curse power, letting out a muffled groan, her face turning even paler.

"It's over!"

The Quasi-Emperor elder of the Nine Heavens Divine Palace flashed a fierce look. The Thunder God Mace erupted with brilliant light, transforming into a thousand-zhang Thunder Dragon that roared and charged towards the two women whose Domain had shattered.

The Quasi-Emperor of the Netherworld Sect also shook the Soul-Summoning Banner, condensing a Soul-Devouring Black Spear that silently stabbed towards the back of Jiang Li's heart.

Lin Qingyi looked at the roaring Thunder Dragon and felt the fatal chill behind her, a hint of despair flashing in her eyes.

In her mind, the Lin family flashed, followed by the Old Ancestor, and her older brother Lin Hao... Was she really going to perish here today?

Jiang Li also closed her eyes, preparing to burn her last bit of Flying Immortal Origin for a desperate fight.

However, right at this critical moment of life and death—

Buzz!

A subtle, almost imperceptible spatial fluctuation appeared on an ancient Jade Pendant worn on Lin Qingyi's waist.

That was a Protective Talisman Old Ancestor Lin Dao had casually bestowed upon her when she left the Lin family. She had worn it close to her body, having almost forgotten about it.

On the Jade Pendant, an almost invisible Chaos rune quietly lit up.