The God of Heavens

Chapter 138 Shocking the Five Regions

The news of the destruction of the Yin-Yang Sect was like thunder exploding in the sky, and instantly spread throughout the five regions of Beidou.

"The Yin-Yang Cult was destroyed by one person?!"

In an ancient divine city, several saint-level figures gathered. The jade cup in the hand of one of them shattered with a "crack", and the wine splashed out, but he was completely unaware.

"That's a supreme sect with a heritage of 200,000 years. Even the most powerful forces are wary of it!"

The voice of another dynasty ancestor trembled, as if he was talking about a nightmare that should not exist.

"A young emperor is rising!"

All the major dynasties and ancient families in Zhongzhou were shocked. The Yin-Yang Sect possessed a great dragon vein formation, and even the ancient sacred weapon Yin-Yang Mirror suppressed its foundation, but was crushed alive by Lin Yu with the dragon-patterned black gold tripod, even the ancient saint was killed.

Such achievements can no longer be described by the word "young genius", but the true "supreme", one level higher than the Holy Lord, and on par with the ancestors of all the holy places!

After news of the Yin-Yang Cult's demise spread, the situation shifted dramatically. Some dynasties, seizing the opportunity, secretly prepared generous gifts in an attempt to form an alliance with the Yaoguang Holy Land and cling to this rising star.

Once the Yin-Yang Sect fell, his interests in the Eastern Wilderness naturally fell into the hands of the Yaoguang Holy Land, including many source mines in the Northern Territory, as well as the Holy City Stone Shop, Auction Pavilion and other businesses.

The land of Zhongzhou was temporarily out of reach, so Lin Yu could only plunder it and sell the land left after the demise of the Yin-Yang Sect to the four great dynasties. Anyway, the biggest gains were in the small world.

Nan Yao, the peerless genius of Nanling, emerged from seclusion, his gaze deep and pensive. The last time I heard about him was when the Holy Son of Yaoguang slew the Slashing Dao King. Could he have destroyed a great sect in just a few days?

"Could it be that the Holy Son of Yaoguang is the reincarnation of an ancient emperor?"

Born in an ancient temple, the young monk from the Western Desert, carrying the supreme Dharma, known as the "Incarnation of Buddha," his fame surpassing even that of the Western Bodhisattva Jue Youqing. At this moment, he was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

The Yin-Yang Sect is very famous, and there are also legendary holy soldiers guarding the sect, but Lin Yu easily uprooted it!
In the ethereal Eastern Wasteland, the Yaochi Holy Land was shrouded in mist, like a veil. A saintly maiden, clad in white as white as snow, gazed at the vast sea of ​​clouds while pruning peaches. Upon hearing the news, she paused with her golden scissors, her eyes narrowed slightly as she murmured, "Brother Yaoguang...you are still so stunning."

In Beiyuan, in the Wang family's magnificent temple, the Wang family's head paced anxiously. Wang Teng was extremely talented and had many opportunities. He was said to have the potential to become an emperor.

But now, Lin Yu suddenly appeared, like an insurmountable mountain, making him lose his composure for a moment.

Wang Teng frowned, feeling the pressure of despair from his peers for the first time. He had originally planned to challenge Lin Yu after successfully practicing his magic skills, but now it seemed like a joke.

Although the Beiyuan Wang family was powerful, their foundation was far inferior to that of the Yin-Yang Sect. The Yaoguang Saint had even killed a Saint, so destroying the Wang family would be effortless.

At this time, the Yaoguang Holy Land was filled with an extremely lively and magnificent scene.

Seventy-two dragons dragged the golden chariot across the sky like an arrow shot from a bow. The dragons roared to the heavens, their roars so deafening that they seemed to shatter the clouds.

Within the holy land, thirty thousand silver-armored monks lined up in a neat formation, ready for battle. Their blood-stained spears gleamed icy in the sunlight, demonstrating the might of the Yaoguang Holy Land.

Li Daoqing held the Jade God Pagoda in his hand, looking majestic. He took a step forward, and his aura exploded, shaking the very air.

Then, he shouted loudly, "After this battle, our Yaoguang Holy Land will be proud! But the road ahead is still long, and enemies are everywhere. All disciples must practice diligently and improve their skills! Once our Yaoguang Holy Land is as powerful as clouds, we will surely conquer the world and glorify our Dao!"

The sound roared like thunder, rolling across the entire holy land, igniting the blood in the hearts of countless disciples, and everyone was filled with passion and high morale.

That night, the Yaoguang Holy Land held a grand celebration banquet. Inside the immortal palace, pearls hung high, the air was filled with the fragrance of spiritual fruits, and envoys from all corners presented generous gifts.

At the banquet, Yao Xi wore a gorgeous dress, her skin whiter than snow, like a fairy descending to earth. Her eyes were full of radiant light, reflecting the stars, a breathtaking beauty.

She moved lightly with lotus steps and poured wine for Lin Yu personally. Then she opened her red lips and said softly, "The Holy Son's bravery in this battle will surely be recorded in the history of Yaoguang and become a legend."

The Black Emperor was also standing by, grinning wildly with his fangs bared in his mouth, looking quite comical.

It tore into a piece of divine bird meat with big mouthfuls, its mouth full of grease, and shouted incoherently: "I have long said that if you follow Lin brat, you will definitely have a good life!"

These words caused everyone present to burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Lin Yu smiled and raised his glass. He looked around at everyone with a gentle gaze and said sincerely, "The great victory in this battle is not the result of my own efforts, but the result of the concerted efforts and unity of all the people in Yaoguang Holy Land."

Not long after, Prince Douzhan Sheng and Princess Shencan came to visit.

"I didn't expect so many things to happen in such a short time. Ye Fan broke through the Four Extremes, and you even destroyed a holy land."

The Holy Prince was surprised. He knew that it would be difficult to fight with Lin Yu.

The two drank and talked, and the Holy Prince said that they had found the lineage of the Divine Silkworm Leader that had been sealed in ancient times.

"It seems that the ancient myriad races will emerge in the next few years."

Lin Yu thought to himself that because of him, the holy land did not attack Zishan, but the road to becoming an immortal in this world would be opened. It was the golden age deduced by many ancient emperors and supreme beings, and the emergence of the ancient myriad races was still inevitable.

As the two left, the armor on the Holy Prince's body clanged with each step. He turned to look at Lin Yu and said loudly: "When the ancient clan appears in the world one day, I hope you can still be as invincible as you are today!"

The night was as dark as ink, dotted with stars. Lin Yu stood alone on the highest observatory in the Yaoguang Holy Land, his robes rustling in the night wind. His gaze pierced the endless void, seeming to glimpse the myriad mysteries of the vast universe.

"Strength is still not enough after all."

Lin Yu's eyes fixed, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared in the depths of his own palace. This place was shrouded by the power of the Hell Plane, independent of time and space, and unable to be seen by the outside world. In the center of the palace, a huge furnace was suspended in the void, completely black, its surface engraved with ancient runes, and the furnace mouth gushed out transparent celestial pure fire. This was the embodiment of the Hell Furnace, capable of refining all energy in the world.

Lin Yu raised his hand and waved it, and countless divine sources poured out like galaxies, piling up into mountains. These divine sources were crystal clear and brilliant, containing a great deal of essence. They were one of the foundations he had plundered after destroying the Yin-Yang Sect.

"Refining!"

He shouted softly, and the furnace of hell shook violently. The pure fire of heaven surged, engulfing all the divine source. In the blazing flames, the divine source quickly melted, turning into the purest source of life, pouring into Lin Yu's body like a torrent.

"boom--"

His body seemed to have transformed into a bottomless pit, every inch of flesh and blood greedily devouring energy. The particles within his body trembled violently, awakening one by one and emitting brilliant divine light.

Ten thousand... eleven thousand... twelve thousand...

The particles awakened faster and faster, and Lin Yu's aura rose steadily. His skin was as crystal-clear as jade, his bones clanged, and it seemed as if thousands of divine elephants were roaring in his body.

"not enough!"

He formed seals with his hands, and the yin and yang energies in the hell plane rose up and transformed into two giant dragons that circled his body.

The power of the moon is like frost in the cold abyss, and the power of the sun is like fire burning the sky. The two blend and flow, interweaving outside his body to form an endless chaotic picture.

"Taiyin Sutra, Taiyang Sutra, combine!"

Lin Yu's eyes shone with divine light, and the immortal platform between his eyebrows shone into the sky. His soul sat upright in it, his left hand holding up the lunar moon, and his right hand holding the golden flame of the sun.

Two completely opposite forces converged in his body. Instead of repelling each other, they connected head to tail like a yin and yang fish, evolving a perfectly balanced Tai Chi rhythm.

Amidst the swirling chaotic energy, his flesh, blood, and bones glowed with a jade-like luster, his internal organs resonated like thunder, and every inch of his skin showed innate Taoist patterns.

For a whole month, Lin Yu was immersed in the mysterious realm of yin and yang. His soul was bathed in the light rain of the avenue, and the runes around his body gradually lit up, as if the stars in the sky were blessing him.

Finally, at a certain moment——

"Boom!"

A resounding sound echoed from his body, as if the heavens and earth were being created. The energies of the moon and sun merged completely, transforming into a pure, flawless chaos. His immortal platform was crystal clear, and his primordial spirit sat cross-legged within it, surrounded by chaotic energy, like a young immortal king.

"Thirty-five thousand giant elephant particles, the Chaos Immortal Platform... is complete!"

Lin Yu opened his eyes, and in his eyes there seemed to be the rotation of the sun and the moon, and the birth and death of chaos. He raised his hand lightly, and the void suddenly twisted. Countless avenue divine patterns automatically appeared, densely packed, filling the sky and the earth.

"it's time."

With a flick of his hands, he transformed the divine runes of the Great Dao. A portal appeared in the void, and he stepped through. When he reappeared, he was already in the Southern Territory's Great Wilderness. This place was uninhabited, with rolling mountain ranges, making it the perfect place to transcend the tribulation.

"boom!"

As soon as he appeared, deafening thunder echoed from the sky. Endless calamity clouds gathered, and the golden sun's true calamity descended. Blazing lightning poured down like a river in the sky, instantly razing several mountain ranges to the ground.

"The sun is really a disaster?"

Lin Yu's eyes fixed, without dodging or avoiding, he let the golden lightning submerge his body. His precious body shone brightly in the thunder tribulation, and every lightning strike seemed to be tempering his flesh and blood and soul.

"Three human-shaped lightning bolts...as expected."

From the sea of ​​thunder, three golden figures stepped forward, their aura overwhelming, like the arrival of the sun god. Wielding divine weapons, they struck, the void crumbling and all things annihilated.

"Well done!"

Lin Yu roared, the Spear of Hades in hand, angel wings spread behind him, and he charged directly into the sea of ​​thunder. He merged with the golden light and shadow, and wherever the spear pointed, the thunderbolts shattered. The furnace of hell hung overhead, absorbing all the power of the thunderbolt and feeding it back into him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The battle shook the world, and the area within a thousand miles was reduced to scorched earth. Lin Yu became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and his Chaos Immortal Art was running to its extreme. The power of the moon and the sun rotated, and he actually neutralized the attacks of the human-shaped lightning one by one.

Finally, the thunderbolt dissipated. Lin Yu stood in the void, his divine light restrained, but his aura was several times stronger than before.

"The first level of the Immortal Stage, the sixth level is perfect."

He sensed his own body, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. Immortal light swirled around him, as if a god had descended.

As his strength continued to increase, he gained more and more from the heavenly tribulation. This time, six thousand particles in his body awakened again, bringing the total to forty-one thousand giant elephant particles.

"As expected, in this world, the only way to advance is to keep fighting."

Lin Yu was very satisfied with his own cultivation speed. Before, he had hoped to rely on Monkey Brother and the Divine Silkworm Clan to form an alliance to deal with the ancient tribes. But now with his cultivation speed, when they come out, the offensive and defensive situation will be different.

(End of this chapter)