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

The heavy bronze gate slammed shut, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.

The three-hundred-year-old heritage of the Tang Dynasty gleamed with a breathtakingly eerie light under the firelight. To the left, within dozens of rows of ancient jade boxes, the Northern Cold Marrow and the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm emitted a white mist that froze the soul; to the right, within nine large bronze cauldrons, the Earth Core Fire Lotus and the Crimson Flame Fruit flowed with a crimson light like magma.

Ice and fire, within this closed treasury, have carved out two extreme battlefields.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged in the center of the main hall, his gray robes fluttering even without wind. He showed no reverence whatsoever; his eyes held only pure plunder.

Hands form a mudra, dantian resonates.

"boom!"

The Word of Power: Monarch's Flame erupted without reservation! A crimson sea of ​​fire, like a raging dragon emerging from the abyss, completely engulfed the jade box on the left. The indestructible jade instantly vaporized under the dimensionally reduced heat, unleashing an immeasurable torrent of extremely cold spiritual energy. Simultaneously, the flames abruptly reversed course, swallowing the bronze cauldron on the right and forcibly refining it into a raging crimson torrent.

One cold, one hot—two extreme energies powerful enough to tear apart a Grandmaster's body—collided violently in mid-air!

Just as the energy was about to spiral out of control and explode, Lin Yuan's eyes blazed with golden light. The invisible laws of the Nine Yin Manual transformed into countless chains, forcefully intervening with overwhelming power. The profound principles of Taoism brutally crushed, suppressed, and compressed these two diametrically opposed forces!

The impurities were burned away, and the two energies, one red and one white, intertwined into an extremely thick and pure beam of light, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, directly smashing into Lin Yuan's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head!

Within the dantian and dantian, the qi is churning violently.

The fragment of the Demon-Suppressing Sword, suspended above the lake of dark golden internal energy, emitted a sharp, dimensional-transcending sword cry. It was like an ancient, awakened behemoth, opening an invisible vortex of suction, greedily devouring this energy, which was on par with the national destiny of the Tang Dynasty.

Visibly, the mottled rust on the sword's surface peeled away like dead skin, revealing the ancient, dark golden blade. One by one, intricate and profound immortal runes lit up, and within the broken sword, an extremely pure and proud supreme sword heart was regrouping!

"Zheng—"

The high-dimensional sword intent burst forth uncontrollably. On the bronze wall of the national treasury, which was half a foot thick, crisscrossing, bottomless cracks were instantly cut by the invisible sword energy.

When the broken sword reached absolute saturation, the sword body suddenly trembled, and a [high-dimensional energy] that surpassed the world of low and medium martial arts surged out like a tsunami! This energy was extremely pure, carrying an unparalleled sharpness that could tear everything apart, and rushed straight into Lin Yuan's limbs and bones.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes tightly, his facial muscles twitching slightly from extreme pain and excitement. The seven innate diagrams of the "Longevity Manual" flashed wildly in his mind, and with superhuman willpower, he forcibly guided this high-dimensional energy to surge through his meridians.

The bones emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and the muscle fibers were torn apart inch by inch, only to instantly regenerate under the impetus of the dragon's blood.

The pinnacle of Tang Dynasty martial arts—the Grandmaster barrier—is like an iron gate standing deep within the soul, firmly blocking the way.

"Break!" Lin Yuan shouted in his heart.

The higher-dimensional energy transformed into an invisible giant sword, which slammed violently against the iron gate.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound exploded deep within his soul. The barrier shattered on the spot!

At this moment, the dark golden liquid internal energy within Lin Yuan's body underwent a complete physical transformation. It rapidly contracted, collapsed, and solidified towards the core of his dantian. In the blink of an eye, a dark golden [True Essence Crystal], as dazzling as a star and radiating a destructive aura, floated in the center of his dantian.

The level of power has been completely surpassed. The ultimate myth of Tang Dynasty martial arts, which had been unmatched for hundreds of years, has now been trampled underfoot by an outsider.

Shatter the void!

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, his pure golden vertical pupils bursting forth with a fierce light that pierced the darkness. A terrifying aura, almost tangible, exploded outwards from him, instantly turning the remaining gold, silver, jewels, weapons, and armor in the national treasury into dust under the crushing force of this aura!

At the same time, the will of Heaven in the Tang Dynasty plane finally noticed this "outlier" that was capable of threatening the origin of the world.

Power that exceeds the world's capacity must be eradicated!

Above Jiangdu City, the dark clouds that had dispersed due to the sword intent rapidly gathered at an abnormal speed, transforming into terrifying deep purple thunderclouds. Violent lightning bolts crisscrossed the clouds like angry dragons, and the entire city of Jiangdu instantly fell into extreme oppression and deathly silence. The 100,000 elite troops were all forced to kneel on the ground by the overwhelming power of the heavens.

"boom!"

Divine punishment descended. A bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a bucket, struck down with the destructive power of heaven! The glazed tiles of the palace hall were instantly obliterated, and the heavy bronze dome of the national treasury was directly pierced by the lightning, molten copper splashing everywhere.

The purple lightning bolt hurtled straight towards Lin Yuan's crown chakra, aiming to obliterate his soul and spirit.

Lin Yuan slowly stood up, tilted his head slightly, and stared directly at the lightning tribulation that represented the will of the world. There was no fear in his eyes, only a cold ruthlessness that transcended all things.

"You think you can judge me, a mere Zhongwu Tiandao?"

He didn't dodge, but simply raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together. Inside his dantian, the true essence crystal spun wildly, and a wisp of high-dimensional sword intent belonging to the Demon-Suppressing Sword emanated from his fingertips.

Lin Yuan formed a sword with his fingers and slashed upwards in the face of the heavenly tribulation!

"Sizzle!"

A ten-zhang-long dark golden sword beam rose from the ground! The sword beam collided violently with the purple lightning in mid-air. There was no stalemate or evenly matched confrontation; the high-dimensional sword intent sliced ​​through the purple lightning with the ruthlessness of a hot knife through butter!

The sword's momentum did not diminish, shooting back into the sky through the hole in the dome.

"Tear!"

The deep purple thunderclouds that represented divine punishment were cleaved in two by this sword! Sunlight poured down again through the smooth crack in the clouds, illuminating Lin Yuan's calm and composed face.

The obliteration of the plane's will was forcibly severed by his sword!

[His last wish has been fulfilled.]

[Forced deportation is about to begin.]

Crimson words appeared on his retina, and a blurred light, as if traversing dimensions, began to emanate from the edges of Lin Yuan's body.

His expression remained calm as he reached into his robes and pulled out the uniquely crafted "Longevity Manual." The true essence crystal spun slightly as he forcibly compressed his deciphered annotations of the latter half of the Longevity Manual, along with a wisp of the true meaning of the Nine Yin Manual's laws, into a dark golden stream of true energy, sealing it within the pages.

Then, Lin Yuan raised his hand and flicked his finger.

This stream of true energy, carrying the ultimate principles of martial arts, instantly pierced through the walls of the national treasury and traversed dozens of miles of space.

South of Yangzhou, outside the ruins of an abandoned Taoist temple, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling knelt in the snow, their expressions dazed. Suddenly, two dark golden streaks of light descended from the sky, precisely piercing between their brows.

A vast and profound memory of martial arts exploded in the minds of the two dragons!

"I've left a seed of the Tang Dynasty; how much trouble it can cause is up to you." Lin Yuan withdrew his hand, a cold, ruthless smile playing on his lips. The game had been played; the Tang Dynasty's resources would be harvested when he returned in the future.

In the center of the national treasury, the air violently distorted, emitting a teeth-grinding tearing sound. A black and red spacetime rift was forcibly ripped open, its edges flashing with violent dimensional lightning, connecting to an unknown abyss.

Without any hesitation, Lin Yuan stepped into the crevice.

The moment his body completely disappeared into the crack, the timeline of the Tang Dynasty world instantly froze.

Snowflakes falling from mid-air hovered in the wind; Yang Guang's terrified and contorted expression on the high platform froze; the two dragons' painful gesture of clutching their heads was still. The sound of the wind disappeared, and all things returned to absolute silence.

……

A feeling of weightlessness washed over me like a tidal wave, and endless darkness enveloped my entire body. The dimensional shift transcended the perception of time; it felt as if an eternity had passed, yet also as if only a fleeting moment had elapsed.

"Clatter".

My feet were firmly planted on the ground again.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

The night was extremely dark, and a cold wind brushed against my cheeks. The air no longer carried the bloody, icy smell of Yangzhou. Instead, it was filled with the earthy stench and the unique fragrance of pine needles from the Zhongnan Mountains.

Lin Yuan clenched his fist slightly, the true essence crystal circulated steadily within his dantian, and the fragment of the Demon-Suppressing Sword floated quietly. The realm of shattering the void was preserved perfectly, without a trace of power loss.

He looked up and, through the dense canopy of trees, could vaguely see the familiar outline of the eaves of Chongyang Palace in the distance.

On the retina, scarlet words slowly appeared, then gradually faded away:

[Current Dimension: The Return of the Condor Heroes.]

[The forced anchoring of the timeline has ended... Time has advanced: six years.]

Lin Yuan's deep gaze was directed towards the Tomb of the Living Dead, his dark golden vertical pupils glowing faintly in the night.

Six years.

"Yang Guo, your six-year promise has come to an end."