The Prodigies War

The operation to find the Underworld River had ended, and news about what had happened around it quickly spread.

Three people took the spotlight.

The first one was Lin Xun. The ancient genius Wu Shanlin, the Golden Crow Clan’s thirteenth prince Wu Lingdao, as well as many other supreme figures had lost their lives in his hands, which wrote his brilliant record.

However, this only made it more regrettable that such a dazzling character had perished in the Underworld River. No one could remain calm when they heard the news.

The second was Underworld Son, a terrifying figure who had emerged from the Divine Underworld Altar after an ancient slumber. His strength was undoubtedly powerful as he had defeated even Wang Xuanyu in just two moves!

Moreover, he possessed the Underworld Emperor Spirit Refining Kettle that was feared and coveted by everyone as it had many heaven-defying fortunes sealed within.

However, Underworld Son was not invincible.

Demon God Lin had heavily injured him and joined hands with a shameless big black bird with a black wok to snatch his Underworld Emperor Spirit Refining Kettle!

Unfortunately, Demon God Lin had died before he could enjoy the fruits of his victory…

The third one in the spotlight was Ancient Buddha Son.

And that was because he was the main person responsible for Lin Xun’s death!

Was Demon God Lin strong?

Absolutely!

Whether it was in the Ancient Wasteland Domain or the Supreme Realm, the three words ‘Demon God Lin’ were enough to strike fear into people and cause faces to pale.

But in the end, he had died in the plan that had been carefully arranged by Ancient Buddha Son!

Therefore, it was difficult for Ancient Buddha Son not to attract attention.

While Ancient Buddha Son had already been prestigious before this event, he had remained mysterious and there had been very little information about him.

Now, he could be said to have achieved widespread fame with a single victory, stepping on the corpse of Demon God Lin to gather the attention of all and sundry!

Apart from these three characters, there was other shocking news as well, but their influence obviously couldn’t compare.

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“Demon God Lin is dead! Hahaha, Seventh Brother and Thirteenth Brother, this is the will of heaven! You guys can finally rest in peace!”

In front of Flying Star Divine Mountain, the Golden Crow Clan’s ninth prince Wu Lingfeng cried and laughed, his voice sorrowful but filled with an indescribable pleasure.

Behind him, his clansmen all looked thrilled and mournful at the same time.

For Demon God Lin, the man who had slaughtered countless of their kind, to have finally suffered, it felt as if they had gotten their revenge.

……

“Very good!”

“The Heavens have eyes! The bastard is dead!”

“Well deserved! Wonderfully done! Who would have thought that Demon God Lin would be plotted to death? Hahahaha…”

On this day, the disciples of the Thousand Beast Spirit Mountain, Mysterious Metropolis Sect, Sea Soul Clan, Moon Worshipper Sect, and other great powers gathered to celebrate.

When chatting about Lin Xun’s fall, their faces beamed with joy and satisfaction, as if the heaviest weight had been taken off their hearts.

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“The world says Lin Xun is dead, but I don’t believe it,” said Ji Xingyao softly, looking delicate and pristine in her snow-white clothes.

“Senior Sister, we’ve waited outside this Blood River Forbidden Land for half a month now, but he’s never shown up. Do you think he’s still alive?” Mo Tianhe sighed.

“He is!” declared Toady, his manner unusually calm as he stared intently in the direction of the Blood River Forbidden Land. His voice was low, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions. “He’s my big bro Jin Duyi. How could he die just like that?”

Then, Toady withdrew his gaze and resolutely strode away.

“Where are you going?” asked Ji Xingyao.

Seeing this, Mo Tianhe’s expression suddenly changed.

“Quickly, stop him. He must be going to find Ancient Buddha Son to avenge Lin Xun!” he shouted.

The two chased after Toady, but he had long disappeared.

……

Wood Wind Realm. In a gray swampy area.

Whoosh!

A brilliant sword qi suddenly appeared and transformed into thousands of streams that rained down.

Immediately, successive wails and screams rang out, interspersed with splatters of blood.

When the silence finally returned to the area, seven or eight bloody corpses had appeared on the ground.

Clang!

The only one standing – a man clad in gray – put away his three-foot green sword and left.

Demon God Lin was dead!

When hearing the news upon his return from the swamp, he froze, and his fists unconsciously clenched so hard that the veins on the back of his hands popped out!

“Back then, you took me, Yue Jianming, as your brother. Today, I will use my life to avenge you!”

The gray-clad man finally moved after a long time, silent and resolute as he traveled on his lonely path.

You’ve treated me with kindness, so I’ll do the same for you!

……

In the Mythic Fire Realm…

“Demon God Lin is already dead, Junior Sister Jingxuan. Why can’t you let go?” Yan Zhanqiu frowned.

Ever since hearing the news of Lin Xun’s death, Zhao Jingxuan had traveled to the Mythic Fire Realm without stopping as if she was possessed.

It was seven days and seven nights without rest.

She refused to believe that Lin Xun was dead!

Amidst the heavy feather-like snow falling from the sky, Zhao Jingxuan looked lonely as she silently moved forward. She pursed her lips, her face pale, her clear eyes gloomy and hollow.

She had always been like a bright moon with peerless beauty and bearing, but now, they were all but lost.

This made Yan Zhanqiu’s heart ache, and his hatred for Lin Xun deepened. Being dead was one thing, but to cause his Junior Sister Jingxuan to be so heartbroken was simply unforgivable!

Of course, if Lin Xun was still alive, Yan Zhanqiu would personally finish him anyway.

……

“Among the current supreme figures, there are only two that I admire. One of them is Yun Qingbai, who was born with a sword bone and matchless natural talent. He’s unrivaled to this day, and well versed in the Way of the Sword. And the other is Lin Xun.”

In a mountainous blessed land, Mi Hengzhen of the Moon Sun Sacred Palace unhurriedly spoke.

“Yun Qingbai has been gifted with exceptional aptitude since his childhood, and was accepted into the Omega Sword Sect. In his path of cultivation, he has been ruthless and decisive and ever rising. An impeccable cultivator I may say, enough to make his peers dim in comparison. To be born in the same era as him is, without a doubt, an unfortunate thing for the other experts.

“I had always thought that there would never be another character in this world that could compete with Yun Qingbai, but when Lin Xun rose to prominence in the Ancient Wasteland Domain, I saw this possibility!”

This was undoubtedly an extremely high evaluation.

The Moon Sun Sacred Palace disciples listening were all startled.

Mi Hengzhen was the leader of the young generation in Moon Sun Sacred Palace, rivaled only by Wang Xuanyu, Ye Mohe, Yan Zhanqiu, and a handful of others. Therefore, his high evaluation of Yun Qingbai and Lin Xun came as a surprise.

Yun Qingbai had become famous very early on, and his strength had been known for a long time, so it was understandable and acceptable.

Meanwhile, the case of Lin Xun was quite controversial, and it was unconvincing and upsetting for the Moon Sun Sacred Palace disciples that Mi Hengzhen truly regarded Lin Xun as someone who was as powerful as Yun Qingbai.

“You don’t understand. Lin Xun had been conquering left and right since his rise and killing non-stop to pave his dao path through predicaments. He had yet to suffer a true defeat, which was a miracle in itself.” Mi Hengzhen’s gaze was complicated.

He hadn’t paid attention to Lin Xun in the start, but when he started to know and the more he had learned about the latter, the more astonishing it had been.

Lin Xun’s cultivation path was definitely worthy of being called ‘full of hardships yet unbeatable!’

“But he still died anyway,” someone whispered.

Mi Hengzhen fell into a long silence before letting out a sigh.

“Without Demon God Lin, won’t you find the world of cultivation uninteresting?” he commented, and then seemed to be startled by something. Looking around, he asked, “Where is Junior Brother Xiao?”

Everyone knew that he was talking about Xiao Qinghe.

A woman stepped forward and presented a letter. “Reporting, upon hearing about the death of Demon God Lin, Senior Brother Xiao left the mountain alone after leaving a letter for you.”

Mi Hengzhen opened the letter. It read, “I have made many friends my whole life, but very few confidantes, and Lin Xun was one of them. Now that I have received the terrible news, I know that I won’t be able to rest easy until I demand an explanation for this. I hope you understand, Senior Brother.”

Mi Hengzhen sighed softly. He was worried, but also comforted.

On the long and slow road of cultivation, if one could have one or two confidants to treat with absolute sincerity and to trust with their life, it would be the greatest fortune possible!

……

The news of Lin Xun’s death was far more influential than predicted.

Everyone was surprised as to why the news could be heard in every corner of the Upper Nine Realms, and only then did it dawn on them that unknowingly, Lin Xun’s influence had already grown to the point it could tug at everyone’s nerves!

How was this not a kind of power?

Regrettably, this kind of power was only displayed after his fall…

This drew lamentation from many people.

He was like the sun in the sky that had always been there, and people had long been accustomed to its existence, but one day when it fell to never appear again, they would finally realize how unique it was!

Time was relentless, and as it passed, the attention on the news of Lin Xun gradually waned.

In the Upper Nine Realms, sensational events occurred every so often.

There was a supreme figure who rose to prominence and had all the spotlight.

There were burial sites for heaven-defying fortunes that appeared and invited experts from all over to explore.

Slowly, there were fewer and fewer conversations about Lin Xun. In the times that he was mentioned, there would be either sighs of pity or laughs of schadenfreude.

The Mythic Fire Realm was the same as it had always been, with frequent wars and tragic clashes.

On this day, a group of cultivators arrived at Flying Star Mountain.

“Kill everything that breathes!”

The order came from their leader Ye Chen, his gaze icy-cold.

The cultivators behind him immediately rushed out.

It didn’t take long for the mountain to echo with shocked, furious, tragic, and resentful shrieks…

Blinding radiance, rains of light, dao sounds, and glowing treasures intertwined, illuminating the whole sky.

The area quickly turned into hell with rivers of blood and intense killings everywhere.

Clad in a violet robe, his hair fluttering, Ye Chen’s tall and lean figure looked like a sword that could pierce the heavens.

His eyes reflected the light and tragic scenes on the distant mountain, but not a single ripple of emotion was stirred up, making them indifferent and cold.

A long time later, the Golden Crow Clan’s ninth prince Wu Lingfeng stumbled out and fled Flying Star Mountain.

Poof!

Before he could have gone far, his chest was impaled by a violet sword, and only then did he see Ye Chen in the distance.

Of course Wu Lingfeng recognized the famous Sword Demon from Crape Myrtle Mountain in the South Wonder World!

He just didn’t understand why Ye Chen would attack his Golden Crow Clan.

“Why?” Wu Lingfeng’s eyes seethed with resentment and hatred.

“When Lin Xun was alive, he had many enemies. Now that he’s gone, I dislike seeing those enemies of his still roaming about, so I’ve decided to find them all and take revenge in his stead, and settle his unfinished business,” said Ye Chen indifferently, his clothes fluttering in the wind.