The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with a Suicide Note and Conquering All Realms

The morgue.

The heavy coffin lid was pushed open from the inside. The stone slabs scraped together with a harsh, muffled sound.

Lin Yuan climbed the steps and stepped out of the stone coffin.

His gray Taoist robe was completely dry, without a trace of water from the underground river. The extremely cold air of the underwater chamber, enough to freeze one's bones, left no mark on him.

On the contrary, the temperature inside the morgue suddenly rose upon his arrival.

The air underwent noticeable refraction and distortion of light. An invisible yet extremely intense aura spread outwards from Lin Yuan's center.

The Little Dragon Girl, standing five steps away, narrowed her eyes slightly. She instinctively took half a step back.

The true energy of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra circulated automatically within her body, attempting to resist the invading pressure. But it was useless. The scorching aura directly penetrated her protective true energy, pressing down on her respiratory tract.

Grandma Sun's hand holding her cane trembled. She had lived most of her life and witnessed the martial arts of Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying, but she had never felt such a soul-chilling pressure.

This is no longer a matter of profound internal strength. It is an absolute crushing defeat on a level of life itself.

Lin Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He closed his eyes. Within his dantian, the Nine Yin Laws forcibly restrained him. The dark golden dragon blood and the inner fire of the Sovereign Flame rapidly retreated, sinking into the depths of his dantian.

The distorted air returned to normal. The temperature dropped back to freezing.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes. The pure golden vertical pupils had disappeared, replaced by a pair of deep, murky black eyes. His aura was extremely restrained, and not a trace of true energy leaked out.

But standing there, he was the absolute master of this ancient tomb.

Without wasting any words, Lin Yuan walked straight to the stone table in the corner of the morgue.

There was pen and ink on the table. They were left behind by Lin Chaoying.

Lin Yuan picked up a shriveled wolf-hair brush, dipped it in thick ink, and spread out a sheet of yellowed Xuan paper.

He picked up his pen. He put down his pen.

The brush moved swiftly across the rice paper. Without pause, without hesitation, Lin Yuan meticulously copied the outline of the Nine Yin Manual, which Wang Chongyang had left in the underwater chamber, word for word onto the paper.

The ink seeped through the back of the paper.

After writing the last line, Lin Yuan casually tossed the Xuan paper away.

The paper glided smoothly through the air and landed precisely in front of Xiaolongnu.

Little Dragon Girl raised her hand to catch it. Her gaze swept across the paper.

After reading only three lines, her perpetually cold and expressionless face suddenly changed color. Her breathing became rapid.

"The way of Heaven is to take from those who have too much and give to those who have too little..."

This is the most authentic Taoist internal cultivation manual. Every word is precious, pointing directly to the origin of martial arts. Xiaolongnu had been practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra since childhood, but was trapped by the intractable problem that the technique required two people to practice together and to open their clothes to dissipate heat. Now that this manual has come into view, the martial arts fog that had blocked her mind for many years has been forcibly torn open instantly.

Yin and Yang complement each other, and water and fire harmonize.

With this general outline as a foundation, she could forcefully break through the cultivation barrier on the Jade Bed all by herself, without any risk of going astray.

"Transaction complete." Lin Yuan tossed the brush back onto the inkstone. "This is enough to make up for the deficiencies in your cultivation technique."

Little Dragon Girl carefully folded the Xuan paper and put it close to her body.

She looked up, and her gaze towards Lin Yuan completely changed. It was no longer the indifference one would show towards an intruder, but rather a hint of awe.

"The Ancient Tomb Sect will remember your kindness." Little Dragon Girl's voice was cold, yet extremely earnest.

Lin Yuan ignored her thanks. He turned his head and looked at Yang Guo, who was standing next to Granny Sun.

"Guo'er, come out with me."

Lin Yuan stepped out of the morgue.

Yang Guo immediately followed.

The two walked through two dark passageways and stopped in front of an abandoned stone chamber.

There were no torches. It was pitch black all around.

Lin Yuan turned around and looked at Yang Guo in the darkness.

"I'm leaving."

Lin Yuan spoke, his tone calm.

Yang Guo suddenly looked up and grabbed Lin Yuan's sleeve.

"Where are we going? Brother Lin, take me with you! If those Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect cause any more trouble, I'll protect you!"

Yang Guo's voice was urgent.

Lin Yuan grabbed Yang Guo's wrist with his other hand and exerted force.

Yang Guo winced in pain, and his hand was forced to open.

"You can't stop it."

Lin Yuan's voice was extremely cold, "With your current strength, any one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen could easily crush you."

Yang Guo gritted his teeth, his eyes reddening.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he hated himself for being useless.

"You can't interfere with what I do. Following me will only be a burden."

Lin Yuan's words pierced Yang Guo's heart like a knife.

Yang Guo lowered his head.

His fists were clenched tightly.

The fingernail pierced the palm, and blood dripped onto the stone slab.

Lin Yuan looked at him, his tone softening slightly.

"This ancient tomb contains the most advanced martial arts in the world. The Jade Bed will allow your internal energy to advance by leaps and bounds. The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra counters all the moves of the Quanzhen Sect. This is the path I've paved for you."

Lin Yuan held up one finger.

"Six years."

"I'll give you six years. Stay here and train with Little Dragon Girl."

"You are not allowed to step out of the ancient tomb for six years. Today, six years later, I have come to pick you up."

Lin Yuan took a step closer, his gaze fixed on Yang Guo.

"By then, if you're still a useless piece of trash who can't even protect yourself, I'll avenge the Quanzhen Sect for you. Then, you can go back to Jiaxing and beg for food."

Yang Guo suddenly raised his head.

The tears in his eyes were forcibly held back, replaced by a fierce, beast-like determination.

"Bang!"

Yang Guo slammed his knees onto the hard bluestone slab, giving a loud, resounding thud.

"Don't worry, brother! Six years! If I, Yang Guo, don't make a name for myself, I won't need you to rush me; I'll jump off the cliff myself!"

Lin Yuan did not help him up.

He turned and walked deeper into the passageway.

"Remember your words."

The footsteps faded into the distance. Yang Guo knelt in the darkness, staring intently at that retreating figure, etching the six-year promise into his very bones.

late at night.

Second room.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the cold stone bed.

Li Mochou was still locked in a side room, unconscious.

The crisis at the ancient tomb has been resolved.

With the Nine Yin Manual in hand, the three techniques were combined into one.

He squeezed all the value out of the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes at the very beginning.

Now, all we're waiting for is the right opportunity.

"Click."

Suddenly, a very crisp sound of glass shattering echoed from the depths of my mind.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes.

On the retina, scarlet words began to spread over a large area.

The handwriting collided and rearranged.

[Host detected breaking the world's power node.]

[The fourth suicide note has been reconstructed.]

[The time-space anchor point has been established: Parallel Dimension: The Legend of the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty.]

Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed.

A world of high-level martial arts. Grandmasters, Heavenly Blade, Evil Emperor's Relic, War God's Manual. The power system is a whole level higher than that of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

The blood-red text continued to scroll.

[Cross-boundary Law Activated: Differences in the Flow of Time Across the Heavens.]

[After the host enters the new world, the current timeline (The Return of the Condor Heroes) will be forcibly anchored.]

[No matter how long the host spends in the new world, upon return, the current plane will be precisely advanced by six years.]

Lin Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

Six years.

It coincides perfectly with the timeline of Yang Guo coming of age, Li Mochou returning to the Ancient Tomb, and the full-scale outbreak of the main storyline of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

The mechanism of this cheat code is meticulously calculated.

In the center of the stone chamber, the air suddenly distorted violently.

A black and red crack was forcibly torn open. Violent spatial turbulence flickered at the crack's edges. Dimensional storms spilled from the crack, instantly extinguishing the torches within the stone chamber.

An extreme sense of danger permeated the entire space.

Lin Yuan stood up.

He did not look back at the ancient tomb, nor did he linger over the peace he had just gained.

To survive in the myriad realms, one must constantly climb upwards. To stop is to die.

Lin Yuan took a step forward, stepping into the space-time rift.

"boom!"

The crack closed instantly. The stone chamber returned to deathly silence. Not even a trace of life remained.

weightlessness.

Extreme darkness.

The body seemed to be disassembled into countless particles, and then forcibly reassembled in another dimension.

This feeling lasted only a moment.

cold.

Extremely cold.

A cold wind, mixed with ice shards, rushed into Lin Yuan's collar.

Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Underfoot were snow-covered flagstones. On either side stood tall, dilapidated brick walls.

This is a dark, narrow dead end.

The sky was overcast, and snow was falling heavily. The temperature was frighteningly low.

Lin Yuan immediately circulated his Quanzhen internal energy, and the heat of the Junyan flowed along his meridians, instantly dispelling the chill on his body.

Just then, the scarlet letters on the retina were completely fixed.

It was transformed into a complete farewell letter.

"By the time you read this letter, I will have frozen into an ice sculpture."

"The wind in Yangzhou is so cold..."

"Remember! Never go through the pockets of that dead man in front! That booklet sewn with black gold thread isn't some martial arts manual at all. It's a death warrant that Yuwen Huaji used to lure people into a trap. The moment I touched that booklet, my heart meridian was instantly frozen and shattered by the lurking Ice Profound Energy..."

"Also, at the bottom of the dry well in the abandoned Taoist temple in the south of the city, there is actually hidden..."

The blood-written message ends abruptly here.

Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Yangzhou City.

Yuwen Huaji.

Ice-Piercing Force. Mysterious Gold Scroll.

The Secret to Longevity.

Lin Yuan raised his head, his gaze piercing through the flying snow.

Ten steps ahead, in the snow, lay a corpse. The corpse was dressed in night clothes, and had been struck in the back with a palm strike; the wound was covered with thick blue ice.

From the half-exposed pocket of the corpse, a thread shimmering with a dark golden luster could be vaguely seen.

The deadly trap has been set. The hunter is watching from the shadows.