I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 617 - 370: The Elderly on the Verge of Exhaustion

Chapter 617: Chapter 370: The Elderly on the Verge of Exhaustion

The mist dissipated, revealing a wide and open road ahead.

However, at the end was a stretch of ruins, full of decay.

The sky was dim, the blood-stained remnants of walls.

As for the Holy Land, Lin Yan had long heard about it.

Here, the birds sang and flowers bloomed, white mist lingered, and there was an abundance of crops, divided into six cities and twenty-four towns, with over a hundred villages.

In the past, this place was almost like a world of its own, untouched by the Deceit Night’s erosion, with no traces of Evil.

But now, a single glance showed a world shrouded in darkness, filled with a somber atmosphere, devoid of life.

"Master, something’s not right." The little White Ape whispered, "Should we go in?"

"Since we’re here, it was already known that something happened to the Saint Master; this scene isn’t unexpected."

Lin Yan rode the Jiao Linma forward, saying, "Having come all this way, and the Saint Master has waited until now, there’s no reason to turn back at his doorstep..."

The little White Ape whispered, "Fu Zhong said that this horse can remain unharmed, so we must always take this horse with us."

"Let’s go."

Lin Yan looked ahead, glancing left and right.

Even the flowers, grass, and trees here were withered, yet no sign of people, not even bodies.

Without the Mountain Guarding Disciples, the people of the Holy Land knocked from outside, but none responded from within.

Only the Saint Master could open this portal now!

Yet the little White Ape scratched its head, seeming a bit puzzled, and whispered, "Master, since the Saint Master is still here, why doesn’t he open the door for his own people? Why wait for us to arrive before opening it?"

"Why don’t you ask him later?"

Lin Yan cast a sidelong glance at it and said, "Once inside the Holy Land, listen carefully and don’t speak."

The little White Ape shrank its head, secretly thinking, "The Saint Master doesn’t see his family but only receives outside guests; clearly, something is wrong... The Master is obviously too careless, not as capable as me in understanding intrigues and perceiving traps."

Lin Yan rode forward along the road into the Holy Land, gazing distantly at the undulating mountains ahead.

The highest peak in the center was the main peak of the Holy Land.

The main lineage inheritance was on this mountain.

At the summit, there was the main hall of the peak, where successive Saint Masters resided.

From afar, on the summit, there was an elderly man in a white robe with a stooped figure.

The old man waved his hand, and suddenly a beam of light extended from the distant summit.

"Master, be careful..."

Before the little White Ape could speak, Lin Yan held its head down.

The beam of light approached in an instant.

Lin Yan remained calm as he watched the light extend to his feet.

The light was about a width of ten feet, with only a thin layer, from the summit extending here, roughly ten miles, like a golden bridge!

Lin Yan dismounted and stepped onto the golden bridge.

"Master, this horse is destined to be fine; take it along as an Amulet." The little White Ape couldn’t help but advise.

"No worries."

Lin Yan softly said, "He is the leader of the Human Clan in the Three Prefectures, and I, born in Qifeng Prefecture, came to see him for the last time; it’s proper to dismount as a sign of respect... He bears no ill will; you stay here with the Jiao Linma."

As the words fell, Lin Yan stepped onto the golden bridge.

In an instant, the golden bridge retracted.

In a moment, the scene swiftly retreated.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yan was standing before the old man in the white robe.

"Standing here usually, overlooking the Holy Land, one could see a magnificent view; unfortunately, the Saint Master came at an inopportune time, and there is no scenery left to admire now."

The old man in the white robe said this, turning to the side, "Please follow me into the hall."

Lin Yan looked him over, then sighed, bowing in salute.

"Greetings, Saint Master."

"The Saint Master is courteous."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

His robe was whiter than snow, his hair and beard white, appearing extremely clean and clear, meticulously tidy.

Lin Yan’s gaze fell on the great hall.

Even the open space in front of the hall was spotless, as if untouched by dust.

This starkly contrasted with the decay seen elsewhere below!

"Sorry to have amused the Saint Master."

As if sensing Lin Yan’s scrutinizing gaze, the old man slowly said, "Knowing the Saint Master was arriving, I cleaned up once."

"The Holy Land is vast, and in such decay, in a short time, with only my strength alone, it’s hard to clean it entirely, so I could only clean this reception area."

Saying this, he looked down at himself and spoke softly, "I just took a bath, burned incense, tidied up, trimmed my hair, changed into new clothes; I shouldn’t be too disheveled, and the bloodstains should be washed clean."

"However, my current condition isn’t really well, my energy is truly limited, there may inevitably be some overlooked places, and if there are any slight discomforts for the Saint Master, I ask for your understanding."

"Currently, there aren’t any good wines or dishes, but fortunately, there are some tea leaves left that weren’t spoiled, enough to make two cups of tea."

"Unfortunately, when the Saint Master leaves later, there aren’t any excess tea leaves to give you."

He looked at Lin Yan, his eyes showing a hint of apology.

Lin Yan fell silent.

Before this, whenever people mentioned the Saint Master, they revered him as if he were a deity.

As the leader of the Human Clan in the Three Prefectures, and the strongest human in the Three Prefectures, in Lin Yan’s impression, the Saint Master should be full of majesty, unfathomable, and imposing.

Logically speaking, such a person, at any time, should seem as stable as Mount Tai.

Logically speaking, even in the last moments of life, they should remain calm, facing death with composure.

However, at this moment, the old man before him did not possess an ounce of the authority of the highest leader of the Human Clan.

He was merely an old man at the end of his life.

This elderly man, already aware his time was near.