The whole class transmigrates to cultivate immortality, and I return with a sacred weapon.

A farmhouse courtyard in the eastern suburbs of Ningjiang City.

Chen Lin opened his eyes, and what he saw was a bluestone slab stained red with blood.

More than thirty young corpses lay in the courtyard, and the stench of blood was overwhelming.

There was no heartbeat, no breathing.

Some people bled from all seven orifices, some had their skin ruptured, and blood flowed all over the ground.

All of these deaths were caused by the dissipation of the soul.

Just a moment ago, Chen Lin was in the Yin-Yang Holy Land in the northern region of the Tianheng Continent, with tribulation clouds shrouding his head and thunder rumbling overhead.

The next moment, he was back on Earth.

This is the place where the class held their graduation party after the college entrance examination, and it is also the place where he traveled back in time two hundred years ago.

Chen Lin felt unwell all over, and a sense of emptiness swept over him.

The laws of life and death that had surrounded him disappeared.

The vast magical power within his body also vanished without a trace.

The laws governing the universe on Earth are almost imperceptible, and its spiritual energy has long since dried up.

However, there was good news: a black shaft with a bluish-white surface lay quietly within his dantian, radiating holy power.

This scroll was originally a sacred weapon forged by Chen Lin using black gold with dragon patterns as the shaft and woven with lapis lazuli and divine silkworm silk.

It is called the Heavenly Ranking of Life and Death.

As his memories from two hundred years ago gradually became clearer, he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket.

Time: June 27, 15:25.

Two hundred years after traversing the Tianheng Continent, his soul returned, and only twenty minutes had passed on Blue Star.

Chen Lin composed himself, stood up, and looked around at the other survivors. The familiar faces brought a flash of reminiscence to his eyes.

At that moment, a cry of wild joy rang out.

"I actually made it back to Earth!"

This is his former classmate, Zhao Minghui, with whom he had a casual relationship.

After the initial surprise, the other person suddenly grabbed at their chest with their right hand.

A dark red longsword appeared out of thin air.

"A natal spirit weapon..." A girl exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the sword in Zhao Minghui's hand.

Upon hearing this, Chen Lin raised an eyebrow.

It seems that these two, like myself, have traveled to the Tianheng Continent.

The others were probably the same; although they had lost their cultivation, they all brought back their natal weapons.

He recognized the person who spoke; it was Li Xinran, the English class representative in his high school class.

The shock in Li Xinran's eyes hadn't faded yet. "Zhao Minghui, you time-traveled too?"

Zhao Minghui turned his head to the side, his pupils slightly contracting.

"Li Xinran, is that you too?"

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and nodded slowly.

Chen Lin stood to the side without saying a word.

Besides the corpses lying on the ground, there were fourteen living people in the courtyard.

Since everyone had lost their cultivation, Chen Lin was unable to detect anything unusual about them.

Zhao Minghui and Li Xinran exchanged a glance and looked at the other classmates who had gotten up from the ground.

"Who are you all?" Zhao Minghui asked tentatively.

A silence fell over the room, and then everyone nodded in unison.

Lin Yu stepped forward and said, "It seems we're all in the same boat, having spent two hundred years on the Tianheng Continent."

His skin was dark, and his eyes, unlike those of an ordinary young boy, were quite aggressive.

"Although we have lost our cultivation upon our return, we are still extraordinary beings on Blue Star thanks to our natal spiritual weapons."

A short-haired girl frowned. "What are you trying to say?"

Lin Yu pointed to the more than thirty corpses on the ground.

"They must have died on the Tianheng Continent, and their souls could not return to their original places."

"With so many deaths, it can't be hidden anymore. The law enforcement bureau and the Public Security Bureau will get involved soon."

He glanced around.

"If we fight each other, we're unlikely to fare well against high-yield firearms."

"But if we can unite, we might be able to dominate this world without supernatural powers."

Chen Lin shook his head inwardly.

What a foolish ambition. If they only relied on their innate spiritual weapon, someone could wipe them all out with a single mushroom bomb.

He looked up and his gaze fell on the eaves on the left side of the courtyard.

There is a red dot that is flashing faintly.

Is it being monitored?

Lin Yu's remarks will eventually get out.

Chen Lin took a half step back without making a sound, shielding everyone in front of him.

Twenty minutes have passed, and so many people have died; they must have been discovered long ago.

"Your idea has a fatal flaw."

Then someone else spoke up, and everyone turned their heads to see a slender figure walking out from the crowd.

The blue dress swayed gently in the breeze.

Chen Lin glanced at her.

Ren Ke, the former class monitor, now possesses an outstanding demeanor and is clearly doing quite well in the Tianheng Continent.

Her voice was clear and pleasant.

"Blue Star has no spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing through the arrogance that had just risen among the crowd.

Everyone immediately closed their eyes to sense it.

Ten seconds later.

Zhao Minghui opened his eyes, his face deathly pale.

"It really has no spiritual energy."

Without spiritual energy, one cannot escape the sea of ​​suffering.

Therefore, they would be unable to embark on the path of cultivation.

Unless one forcibly breaks through by consuming their life essence, which is suicidal for ordinary cultivators.

Beside him, another classmate, Xu Mingyuan, pushed up his glasses.

"Without replenishment of mana, the power of your natal spirit weapon will be greatly reduced, and it will become weaker with each use."

He looked at Lin Yu.

"To try to fight against the entire world's power system with just your natal spirit weapon is tantamount to suicide, unless you cultivate to the third level of the Immortal Platform in the Tianheng Continent, reach the realm of the Dao-Slaying King, and possess a King's Divine Weapon."

Ren Ke nodded in agreement, "The gods within the King's Divine Weapon have been revived and have begun to possess intelligence. They can suppress mountains and rivers without the support of their master's magic power."

A deathly silence fell over everyone.

In two hundred years, being able to step into the Four Extremes Secret Realm is already a genius.

The King Who Slays the Dao?

That's a realm that only the holy sons and daughters of the major holy lands dare to dream of.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth, trying to regain control of the conversation.

"That's why we need alliances even more."

He loosely clenched his right hand.

A large, jet-black sword appeared in his palm.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light.

Let me state my position first.

"I am a disciple of a mid-level sect in the Eastern Region of Tianheng Continent."

"After two hundred years of arduous cultivation, before returning, I first entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm."

"This is my natal spirit weapon, Po Jun, forged from millennium-old black iron."

A few soft gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd, filled with envy.

Four Extremes Secret Realm cultivators.

For most students who are still struggling in the Dao Palace Secret Realm, he is already an absolute powerhouse.

Lin Yu enjoyed the gaze.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on Chen Lin.

Because at this moment, Chen Lin's gaze was fixed on the outside of the courtyard, seemingly lost in thought, and not on him.

Lin Yu spoke up, "Chen Lin, why have you been hiding in the back? Is something on your mind?"

Chen Lin looked at him, knowing he couldn't avoid it.

He also knew that Lin Yu's mentioning of him was simply an attempt to establish his authority.

"I have no objection. I'll join if you dare to start a group."

Chen Lin smiled and replied.

Lin Yu gripped the Broken Army Blade in his hand. "Since it's an alliance, we need to be frank."

Chen Lin glanced at the black iron broadsword that gleamed with a cold light.

"it is good."

He opened his right hand.

An ordinary dark blue-green spool appeared in his palm.

However, the reel was closed at this moment and had not been unrolled.

The aura of the Heavenly Ranking of Life and Death was suppressed deep within the axis, and on the surface it appeared to be just a crude magic artifact.

"I was previously at the Dao Palace Realm, and this is my magic weapon."

After Chen Lin finished speaking, he immediately retracted the scroll into his body.

A barely perceptible hint of contempt flashed in Lin Yu's eyes.

"A spiritual weapon at the Dao Palace Realm is sufficient even on Blue Star."

He turned his head and continued to urge the others to reveal their cards.

Chen Lin was happy to have some free time.

The objective has been achieved.

An ordinary Dao Palace Realm, an unremarkable scroll.

He remained perfectly invisible in front of Lin Yu, who was at the Fourth Extreme Realm.

He felt there was something strange about the fact that he had traveled through time and returned, and even brought back his natal weapon.

Don't be the first to stick your neck out; observe first before making a move.

Next, everyone's signature weapons were revealed one after another.

Until Ren Ke took action.

An ice-blue arrow hovered at her fingertips.

The moment the arrow appeared.

Zhao Minghui's dark red longsword let out a mournful cry and trembled incessantly.

Everyone was horrified and quickly sheathed their weapons.

"Shaking Light Arrow".

Ren Ke's voice was cold and clear.

"Before my return, the four cardinal directions were perfect."

Chen Lin stared at the ice-blue arrow.

It gave a true assessment from the bottom of my heart.

This is not a spirit weapon of the Four Extremes Realm.

It is a supreme treasure of the highest level, and its power is comparable to that of a divine weapon of kings.

Ren Ke has most likely concealed his cultivation level and should have already entered the Dragon Transformation Realm.

Such treasures of the highest level are generally regarded as the most precious treasures of large sects, and only disciples of the level of holy sons and holy daughters in holy lands may be bestowed with them.

Moreover, there was a very familiar aura on this Yao Guang Arrow.

interesting.

Chen Lin withdrew his gaze.

He was certainly not the only one who wanted to hide his true abilities, but the one who displayed the highest level of cultivation at the moment was Ren Ke.

Just then.

The piercing sound of sirens rang out.

The red and blue lights of the police car illuminated the courtyard of the farmhouse.

"What happened?"

Lin Yu's expression changed drastically, and he gripped the Broken Army Blade tightly.

The others also held their natal spiritual weapons horizontally in front of them, watching the outside world warily.

More than 30 fully armed law enforcement officers had completely surrounded the courtyard.

The heavy combat boots pounded on the bluestone slabs with a dull thud.

Above the courtyard wall, a dozen dark gun barrels peeked out.

The red laser beam instantly landed on the foreheads and chests of everyone in the courtyard.