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Chapter 253 - 231: Pure Yang Immortal Sect, Ascension Ceremony (2/3)
Chapter 253: Chapter 231: Pure Yang Immortal Sect, Ascension Ceremony (2/3)
"Alright, then we’ll execute this man during the ascension!"
Song Lin stated decisively, leaving no room for compromise.
"You?" Li Chunfeng glanced at Song Lin with a hint of disdain. "We’ll see."
Ascension was a thousand-year plan.
The master and disciple had prepared for over a century, simulating millions of scenarios. How could they possibly let a minor figure like Song Lin disrupt it?
Li Chunfeng thought this guy was insane.
Initially, he believed the boy had some redeeming qualities, but it turned out he was just a madman.
"Moreover... after our ascension, we’ll just leave and won’t necessarily kill you all. Now that Li Zhan is dead, does everyone else have to die too?"
That was what puzzled Li Chunfeng the most.
They had no ambition to rule the world or sacrifice the lives of all cultivators to fulfill some unspeakable desire.
They simply wanted to use Dragon Qi to ascend.
Hadn’t they noticed how many hermits were keeping their distance?
"I refuse. What you’re destroying is a brilliant civilization. An entire civilization is being buried because of your selfishness. Do you feel no guilt at all?"
Before Li Chunfeng could respond, Song Lin threw cold water on him without hesitation.
"And what are you so happy about? Whether Yuann Tiangang succeeds or not, I will kill you. The ascension is not yours."
The smile on Li Chunfeng’s face froze instantly.
True, right now he was just a caged bird.
No matter how meticulously their plans were laid out, it no longer concerned him.
"So? My previous promise still stands—if you reveal the secrets, I will grant you a whole corpse!"
"A whole corpse?"
Li Chunfeng was stunned. That wasn’t the original condition at all.
"That’s correct, you didn’t mishear. When Li Zhan was alive, you could keep your life, but now it’s no longer possible. Li Chunfeng, you must die!"
When Song Lin spoke, his eyes showed no emotion, yet the chilling killing intent in his words made one’s scalp tingle.
Li Zhan had followed him for decades, shielding him during their retreat at the cost of his own life.
If he spared Li Chunfeng because of this, it would be a betrayal of Li Zhan’s sacrifice.
When it came to his savior, Song Lin held no notions of profit. Even if the enemy offered unimaginable benefits, revenge would always come first.
Li Chunfeng knew he was doomed, with no chance to escape.
Inside, his emotions swirled. No matter where he went before, he was an esteemed guest. Yet here, he was nothing more than a lamb led to slaughter.
He could only hope his master would save him in time.
If he managed to escape, he swore he’d imprison this man for a thousand years, torturing him to death.
As he contemplated his revenge, Li Chunfeng suddenly sensed an icy aura approach.
Looking up, he saw Song Lin approaching with a dragon-shaped treasure sword that exuded a bone-chilling cold.
"What are you doing?" Li Chunfeng’s heart sank, a sense of dread creeping in.
"Since you’ve chosen silence, I won’t even leave you a whole corpse."
The thousand-year Cold Chi Sword rested against Li Chunfeng’s neck, its hum like the murmur of a dragon.
The blade gradually began to pierce his neck.
Before his blood even flowed out, it was frozen solid.
He won’t dare kill me! How could he kill me!
Li Chunfeng couldn’t believe it.
He carried so many secrets.
Wouldn’t Song Lin want his supreme arts? Or the secrets of ascension?
Why was he so fearless? Surely because he was certain Song Lin wouldn’t dare kill him.
As the blade pressed deeper, Li Chunfeng panicked completely.
Could it really be true?
"Wait, wait! I’ll speak! On the condition you don’t kill me!"
No matter what, surviving came first.
Besides, this guy didn’t know his mastery of supreme arts. By altering some critical details, Song Lin would undoubtedly meet his doom.
As if sensing his inner thoughts, Song Lin let out a disdainful chuckle and pressed down harder with the blade.
Li Chunfeng felt icy cold seep into his heart.
His blood, organs, mana, and even soul froze; his vitality rapidly drained, and his vision blurred.
"Stop! I possess the geomantic secrets ’Emperor’s Extreme Volume’ and divination arts ’Six Nymphs Time Class’!"
Slash!
As soon as the words left his mouth, Li Chunfeng’s head hit the ground.
His head and body had become icy sculptures.
Looking at Li Chunfeng’s lifeless head filled with regret, Song Lin sheathed his divine sword and mocked, "Six Nymphs Time Class is lost forever!"
How many chances had he given him?
Even in the face of death, he refused to repent and even tried to trap Song Lin.
If such a person weren’t executed, how could he command respect?
"Well done!"
Feng Ying clapped excitedly, his purple beard twitching with delight.
Having endured them for over a century, seeing one finally beheaded brought unparalleled satisfaction.
Song Lin approached the Divine Servants and Zhai Qianyou, handing them the thousand-year Cold Chi Sword.
"Can the Chi Dragon within this sword be resurrected?"
Zhai Qianyou received the sword and scrutinized it carefully.
Its brilliance shimmered, and Dragon Qi flowed along the blade.
"Its spirit remains. Good, there’s hope for resurrection."
Zhai Qianyou remarked in astonishment.
Where on earth did Song Lin obtain so many extraordinary artifacts?
The Coiled Dragon, Kui Dragon, and Chi Dragon—all were alien dragons, far superior to the fifteen so-called True Dragons he’d encountered before.
Those "True Dragons" were nothing but oversized serpents or lizards in comparison.
"Alright, practice with them for now."
Song Lin retreated into seclusion, aiming to reach late-stage Core Formation.
Elsewhere, at the moment of Li Chunfeng’s death, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from the void.
Blood rain fell from the heavens.
Year seventy of the Upper Immortal era.
Zhu Wen usurped the throne, marking the fall of the Great Tang.
The three alien dragons grew to twenty zhang and awakened multiple Divine Skills, their combat power rivaling Core Formation cultivators.
Year eighty of the Upper Immortal era.
Warlords clashed, and civilians suffered immensely.
A poet wrote, "At night, I sleep surrounded by a thousand blades and spears; in the morning, I feast on human liver tartare," capturing the monstrous chaos of the time.
Absurd events proliferated, rivaling the horrors of the Five Barbarian Chaos.
Public resentment boiled over, and demon energy permeated the heavens.
The land teemed with lonely spirits and wandering ghosts.
Song Lin secretly sent people to traverse mountains and rivers, visiting hermits in renowned peaks, who, intimidated by Yuann Tiangang’s overpowering presence, refrained from acting, merely wishing for his swift ascension.
Year seventy-one of the Upper Immortal era.
Strangely, a group of Taoists emerged among the populace.
Claiming to hail from the Pure Yang Sect, they upheld the mission of combating demonic energies and rescuing the world.
With talisman water healing illnesses, slaying demons, exorcising evil, praying for blessings, and warding off disasters, they quickly attracted a large following.
Yet they didn’t establish an organization, continuing their travels and leaving behind countless legends.
Communities commemorated their deeds by building shrines in their honor.
Year ninety of the Upper Immortal era.
The Pure Yang Sect flourished nationwide, with believers spanning Jiangnan in its entirety. The sect revered Donghua as its founder.
The massive follower base caught the attention of the ruling powers. However, unlike the robustly organized Peace Dao, the Pure Yang Sect focused purely on curing and saving lives, shunning wealth and possessions.
Recognizing their modest abilities, officials refrained from persecution, instead praising them and even constructing Donghua Temples. They bestowed various titles upon the Pure Yang Taoists to garner public favor.
Year one hundred and two of the Upper Immortal era.
Song Lin broke through to Sixth Realm Immortal Hero in the South Sea, achieving late-stage Core Formation.
The milestone caused little commotion.
The Divine Sword Box remained hidden, stored within Lingxiao Palace.
Year one hundred and eight of the Upper Immortal era.
Yuann Tiangang, sensing something amiss with the Pure Yang Sect, ordered the cultivators planted in various nations to mobilize official forces and eradicate the sect.
Over three years of persecution, Pure Yang disappeared without a trace. The healing methods they left behind became the foundation for rural Taoists’ survival.
Learning of this, Song Lin gazed at the clear sky.
"You can destroy bodies, but can you shatter ideas?"
In his eyes, the entire nation appeared interconnected by inexplicable lines, reminiscent of Zhi Xin Sect’s method of harnessing Dragon Qi.
The Pure Yang Sect was Song Lin’s creation.
When choosing members initially, he repeatedly emphasized that the mission would mean certain death. Yet war-weary souls volunteered without hesitation.
Year one hundred and twenty-two of the Upper Immortal era.
The three dragons thrived, and Song Lin emerged from seclusion.
South Sea.
The one-legged Kui Dragon leapt between mountains, reshaping the terrain and shifting entire ranges.
The Coiled Dragon, its eighty-zhang body, rested within a dense, primal forest.
Annoyed by the earthquakes caused by the Kui Dragon’s antics, the Coiled Dragon opened its eyes. With a thought, countless roots burst from the ground, lashing toward the Kui Dragon.
Crash!
Suddenly, a column of water shot up from the sea.
The water exploded into a flurry of icy shards, blocking the advancing roots.
It was the transparent Cold Chi emerging from the sea.
Song Lin and Cui Qianyou looked on.
"Do you know the true identities of the Coiled Dragon and Kui Dragon?"
"What identities?" Zhai Qianyou asked, puzzled.
"They are two of the ancient Emperor’s Four Treasures. Each dragon possesses three forms: jade, artifact, and dragon."
"Oh? Then what about the Chi Dragon? As a jade form, does it also belong to the Emperor’s Four Treasures?"
Zhai Qianyou wondered aloud.
The Chi Dragon seemed to fit well with the others.
"Could it possibly be one of the Emperor’s Four Treasures?"
"Uh, the Chi Dragon White Jade is something I forged."
No choice—despite combing through ancient texts, information on the other two treasures remained elusive.
The Chi Dragon was quite exceptional, so he decided to create one himself.
"You forged it? Does that make you an Emperor?" Zhai Qianyou asked, perplexed.
"Kind of."
Song Lin’s thoughts stirred as he recalled the Heavenly Emperor granting him the title of Emperor.
His ability to traverse timelines—could it mean the Chi Dragon was indeed one of the Four Treasures he had forged?
It seemed a plausible answer.
This mystery, however, would have to wait for further revelation.
"Taoist Song, the Mystical Character research is complete," Xing Hepu suddenly appeared, his hair in disarray. The years spent studying Mystical Characters left him mentally exhausted.
Wang Jiao, beside him, was equally bedraggled.
Deciphering the Mystical Characters had proven far more challenging than previous efforts.
Mystical Characters represented the Great Dao, Thunder Skill Dao, becoming increasingly difficult to unravel as progress continued.
Song Lin took the booklet containing the research on Mystical Characters.
"Excellent..."
Storing the booklet away, Song Lin brightened with renewed determination, his aspirations feeling more attainable.
"Let’s go. We’re returning to the Central Plains."
Suddenly, Song Lin announced, catching everyone off guard with the abrupt shift in topic.
"Hua Mountain! I have a feeling the time is near."
"Are you ready?" Xing Hepu inquired.
Feng Ying, Wang Jiao, Xing Hepu, Zhai Qianyou, Divine Servants, and others stood by his side.
"No, he’s the one who’s ready."
Song Lin gazed into the distance, toward the heart of the Central Plains.
The grand chessboard was set—it was time to bring the game to its conclusion.
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