236: The Great Desolate Monument is opened, a reminder to Lin Dong! [Seeking follow-up reading]

Ying Xuanzi also turned around, looking in that direction, then gave a light smile and said,

"The Great Desolate Tablet has finally opened. Dao Sect is going to be lively this time..."

Deep within the Desolate Hall, there was an extremely massive mountain peak, its color a withered yellow.

There wasn't a trace of lush greenery adorning it; from a distance, desolation permeated the area.

And above this mountain peak, a giant Dan River roared past.

At this moment, the Dan River, which usually never stopped, exhibited some strange behavior; not only did its roaring speed slow down, but within the Dan River, vast and boundless Nirvana Qi continuously poured down.

It looked as if the Celestial River had split open with a giant hole... Nirvana Qi, like a roaring flood, poured down and finally irrigated the giant mountain peak.

Buzz buzz.

Under the irrigation of the Dan River, the mountain peak actually began to tremble, and broken stones continuously crumbled.

At the summit of the mountain, giant cracks began to appear.

Whoosh whoosh!

And as the mountain peak underwent drastic changes, countless sounds of rushing wind quickly came from the surrounding sky.

In just a few minutes, the surrounding sky, giant trees, and mountain peaks were almost entirely occupied by a dense sea of people.

This originally rather tranquil mountain forest instantly became incredibly lively.

All sorts of noisy sounds converged, spreading out piercingly.

Even the clouds in the sky were dispersed.

These figures included not only Desolate Hall Disciples but also Disciples from the other three halls.

Even the main and vice hall masters of the four great halls all appeared in the sky here.

Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan, the sister flowers, were no exception.

Behind them, more than a dozen Heaven Hall Disciples followed.

Ying Huanhuan's large eyes scanned around, but she didn't see that familiar figure. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she said, "Lin Fan, that guy actually didn't come? Does he want to miss this Opportunity?"

"Although Junior Brother Lin Fan has excellent talent, he only just joined the Desolate Hall. Perhaps he isn't sufficiently prepared for now, so it's not impossible for him to give up this Opportunity," Qing Ye said with a faint smile from the side.

"That guy joined the Desolate Hall precisely for the Great Desolation Scripture. How could he possibly give up such an Opportunity?" Ying Huanhuan rolled her eyes at Qing Ye and said.

Seeing Ying Huanhuan's posture of siding with Lin Fan, Qing Ye was filled with displeasure, but he couldn't show it. He could only turn his head away unnaturally and speak in a low voice with someone nearby.

Ying Xiaoxiao watched this scene, shook her head slightly, and said nothing, merely casting her gaze towards the vibrating mountain peak in the distance.

There, as the cracks spread, a super giant stele, presenting a grayish-yellow color, was slowly breaking out of the mountain.

A sense of desolation, originating from ancient times, quietly permeated this world.

Ying Xiaoxiao looked at the mountain peak, her expression somewhat complex.

She had a rather proud and aloof personality. In the past, she had also proudly attempted to comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture, but in the end, after sitting in meditation for several months, she still achieved nothing, which was quite a blow to her.

"Great Desolate Tablet!"

Looking at the super giant stele breaking out of the mountain, many people couldn't help but let out low exclamations.

"Sister, do you think someone from the Desolate Hall will succeed this time?" Ying Huanhuan's large eyes also looked at the colossal object breaking out of the mountain with some shock, then she pulled Ying Xiaoxiao's fair wrist and whispered.

"Jiang Hao and the other four, the chances are not great. Lin Dong is hard to say. As for Lin Fan... perhaps there's a slight chance," Ying Xiaoxiao looked at Ying Huanhuan and said.

"Oh..." Ying Huanhuan nodded quietly, her long eyelashes blinking, her small face showing a somewhat conflicted expression.

"What's wrong?" Ying Xiaoxiao asked curiously.

"If that guy really succeeds in comprehending it, then wouldn't I really have to do whatever he says...?" Ying Huanhuan said with a blush, stammering.

Hearing this, Ying Xiaoxiao was somewhat exasperated, rolled her eyes at her, and said, "Serves you right." Boom!

The violent trembling of the mountain peak finally gradually ceased.

Everyone looked up at the gigantic stone tablet that appeared at the summit of the mountain, its top almost touching the Dan River.

Before that stone tablet, they were as small as ants.

This was the Great Desolate Tablet!

The collapse of the mountain peak finally slowly stopped.

At the summit, a thousand-zhang-large stone tablet stood quietly. The withered yellow color on its surface was formed by the accumulation of years.

An exceptionally ancient and vicissitudes of life fluctuation emanated from the stone tablet, causing this world to be gradually permeated by a desolate Qi.

"It's finally opening again..."

Wu Dao looked at the incomparably huge stone tablet, and a trace of excitement couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

Chen Zhen, Qi Lei, and the other hall masters also looked at this scene with a hint of emotion.

After a long while, Chen Zhen said to Jiang Hao and the others beside him, "The time is almost up. Get ready. Remember, don't force it. This kind of Martial Art relies on Opportunity; it cannot be forced."

"Yes," Lin Dong, Jiang Hao, and the others all responded in unison upon hearing this.

Immediately, under the gaze of countless eyes, the five of them landed in front of the stone tablet at the mountain summit.

Unlike Jiang Hao and the other four, Lin Dong stepped forward to the stone tablet and carefully examined it, discovering some strange black spots scattered on the Great Desolate Tablet.

As the opening time of the Great Desolate Tablet approached, the crowd in the sky suddenly seemed to realize something was missing, and they all searched around for that anticipated figure.

Ying Huanhuan also furrowed her delicate brows, somewhat worried that Lin Fan would miss this Opportunity.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a sound of rushing wind abruptly came from the distant sky.

Immediately, gazes from all over the mountains and fields looked in that direction, and the atmosphere instantly became much more lively.

"That Lin Fan is finally here!"

"I wonder if he can comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture this time..."

"..."

Amidst the whispers of the crowd, Lin Fan rushed from Dao Peak and landed beside Chen Zhen and Wu Dao, "Sorry, I'm late."

"The timing is just right," Chen Zhen nodded with a smile, his gaze sweeping over Lin Fan, noticing Lin Fan's progress, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

"Since you're here, then go. Remember, don't push yourself too hard. Although the Great Desolation Scripture is powerful, the most powerful thing is still the Cultivator himself."

Wu Dao waved his hand and said with a smile.

"This Disciple understands," Lin Fan cupped his fists in salute to the two hall masters, then his figure shot towards the incomparably huge Great Desolate Tablet, finally landing on a green rock beside the Great Desolate Tablet.

"Brother Lin Fan, you're here," Lin Dong also breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Lin Fan arrive and greeted him.

"Mm," Lin Fan nodded slightly, then patted Lin Dong's shoulder and said,

"Feel the essence of desolation with your heart; perhaps you will have new discoveries. Furthermore, this Great Desolate Tablet, like people, has life, and perhaps it cannot escape birth, old age, sickness, and death."

Lin Dong felt a sense of thoughtfulness upon hearing Lin Fan's words.

[Ding! You touched Lin Dong and obtained one life profound spirit fruit!]

Just then, the familiar System prompt sounded again in Lin Fan's mind.

Lin Fan temporarily ignored the System and Lin Dong's thoughts, instead stepping towards the Great Desolate Tablet, somewhat expectantly placing his hand on the Great Desolate Tablet.