Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

Zhang Kuang stared at Li Muwan's confident expression, but his brows remained furrowed as he looked at the figure in mid-air who was drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"But the Alliance has eyes and ears all over the star field, and by now a message talisman has probably already been sent through the air."

Wang Lin patted Zhang Kuang on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Things have come to this point, worrying is useless. Since Senior Brother Lin dares to do this, he must have a backup plan."

As everyone looked up, they saw that the once clear sky was now tinged with a faint purple-gold glow, and countless visible points of spiritual energy were converging from all directions, flowing like a rushing stream into the depths of the Vermilion Bird Star's spiritual veins.

Suddenly, the ancient spring behind the Hengyue Sect gushed forth a height of ten feet, and tiny specks of light floated on the surface of the spring water, falling onto the bamboo forest nearby. The withered yellow bamboo leaves turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is... a gift from heaven and earth from an eighth-level cultivation kingdom!"

The fourth ancestor of the Immortal Remnant Clan suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with shock. "The concentration of spiritual energy is skyrocketing, and even the bottleneck that has been dormant in my body for many years is showing signs of loosening!"

Li Muwan gazed at the strange phenomena in the world, her smile deepening: "My husband said that rather than being trapped in a level six cultivation country and waiting for the alliance's charity, we should go all out and burn our boats."

"Since the people from the Luo Tian Star Region are coming, let's use the resources of this eighth-level cultivation country to truly establish the Vermilion Bird Star."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Che's voice resounded through the heavens and earth once again, this time with an undeniable authority.

"From this day forward, Vermilion Bird Star is no longer under the jurisdiction of the Cultivation Alliance. All cultivators of our Star Land can claim resources based on their strength. Anyone who dares to invade will be killed without mercy!"

The sound waves crashed against the clouds, stirring up bursts of thunder, while the people of Zhuque Star below, in their ecstasy, once again kowtowed and shouted, "Long live our Emperor!"

Mo Zhi, the envoy of the Cultivation Alliance, appeared here and looked at Lin Che, who was about to make a move, and said softly, "Brother Lin, I didn't expect you to want Zhao Kingdom to directly advance to the eighth level of cultivation kingdom."

Lin Che stopped what he was doing and bowed to Mo Zhi in front of him, saying, "Junior Lin Che greets Senior Mo Zhi."

Mo Zhi stroked his beard and stepped in, saying with considerable admiration, "I never imagined that in just a few hundred years, you would have advanced from the initial Nirvana Glimpse to the Shattered Nirvana Realm. You truly are remarkable."

"I've heard what you just said. If Zhao wants to advance to the eighth level of cultivation, it needs the approval of the Cultivation Alliance. But if you want to force an advancement, it won't be that easy..."

With one hand behind his back, Mo Zhi gazed at the azure sky, and after much deliberation, said, "Fine, since I've already promised you, I'll lend you a hand today."

"However, Brother Lin, once this is done, you will owe me a favor. If you need anything in the future, you can't refuse."

Lin Che shrugged, nodded and smiled slightly, "Senior, you flatter me. You have helped me so much, so it is impossible for me to break my promise."

Seeing that Lin Che had agreed, Mo Zhi didn't say anything more. He slowly turned around and looked at the Tower of Babel built by the Alliance in the distance.

Mo Zhi raised his hand and gently tapped his fingertip. A dazzling golden light burst forth from his fingertip and instantly disappeared into the top of the Tower of Babel.

Immediately afterwards, the Tower of Babel emitted a low humming sound, and the tower body began to tremble slightly, as if responding to the old man's power.

As the buzzing sound gradually intensified, the spiritual energy around the Tower of Babel began to gather frantically, forming a huge spiritual energy vortex that shot straight into the sky.

"The Tower of Babel has been opened, and the ceremony for Zhao Kingdom to advance to the eighth level of cultivation kingdom has officially begun."

Mo Zhi's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed in the ears of every cultivator.

As he finished speaking, a dazzling beam of light suddenly erupted from the top of the Tower of Babel, shooting straight into the sky. Within the beam, countless runes flickered, as if inscribing some ancient rule.

At the same time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the entire Zhao State began to fluctuate violently. The mountains, rivers, plants and living creatures seemed to feel the call of some power at this moment.

At this moment, a huge shadow suddenly emerged from the light column of the Tower of Babel. The shadow was like an ancient giant, holding a huge axe, stepping on mountains and rivers, with a majestic momentum.

The phantom slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as fast as lightning, scanning the monks below. The surging energy continued to spread out in all directions like a raging storm.

"Zhao monks, listen to my orders!"

The phantom's voice was like thunder, making everyone's eardrums ache: "Today, the Zhao Kingdom will advance to the eighth-level cultivation kingdom. It must undergo the test of the Heavenly Dao. If it passes the test, the Zhao Kingdom will advance to the eighth-level cultivation kingdom!"

As Mo Zhi's voice fell, the previously illusory right arm slammed into the ground, and indescribable energy shot straight into the sky, converging into a pillar of light and merging into the territory of the Zhao Kingdom.

Lin Che could clearly feel that the spiritual power here was rising crazily. In just a moment, the spiritual power here was more than double that of the Zhao Kingdom.

As this energy surged, the monks here immediately sat cross-legged and greedily absorbed this energy.

Moreover, when a cultivator advances, unimaginable spiritual power will burst out, and the cultivator's strength will definitely increase greatly after absorbing it.

Almost instantly, the strength of the cultivators here increased dramatically. Even the Chi Xiong and the Tongtian Tower envoy experienced a surge in their cultivation levels.

Sensing the energy in the air, Lin Che waved his right hand forward, and a golden dragon, a hundred meters long, appeared in the air.

And to everyone's astonishment, it transformed into a giant ancient tree a thousand meters tall, appearing out of thin air within the territory of the Zhao Kingdom, allowing countless cultivators to see the ancient tree before them.

"Brother Lin is truly generous, actually taking out a top-tier Void Treasure to protect Vermilion Bird Star. If it were anyone else, they would probably have taken it already."

Lin Che put one hand behind his back and said with a smile, "After all, Zhao is my home, and as the ancestor, I naturally have to protect this land."

Mo Zhi nodded slightly, then decided to come to Zhao State three days later to obtain the qualification for Zhao State to advance to the eighth level of cultivation.

After everything was resolved, Lin Che returned to his room and took out the portrait of his master that he had obtained in the Demon Spirit Land.

Looking at the portrait in front of him, Lin Che sighed softly. The moment his right hand touched it, the scenery before him instantly underwent a dramatic transformation.

The room, which was once brightly lit, was now completely dark, and the surrounding environment was no longer that of the Hengyue Sect of Zhao.

It was like a special kind of cage.

Lin Che looked around in confusion and walked towards the distance. When he saw the iron chain not far away, a look of shock appeared on his face.

This was none other than the place where his master, Huanglong Zhenren, had been imprisoned. The disheveled old man in front of him was none other than Huanglong Zhenren, the former head of the Hengyue Sect!
"Master...master!"

(End of this chapter)