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

As the wind swept through, the faint mist that filled the palace was instantly dispersed, and countless tiny points of light flew out from his palm, enveloping most of the palace like a sky full of stars.

With the help of these points of light, Lin Che finally saw the scenery further away. The moment his gaze fell upon those scenes, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the shock in his heart intensified.

Outside the area surrounded by tens of thousands of cultivator corpses and eight giant cauldrons, eight towering mountains of corpses stood out!

Countless corpses were piled up in layers, and the dried, dark red blood had congealed into thick, hard lumps on the surface of the mountain of corpses, emitting a pungent, putrid smell.

Each mountain of corpses is hundreds of feet high, with broken swords, shattered knives, and other weapons stuck in its surface. Occasionally, a few relatively intact corpses can be seen struggling, clearly indicating that an extremely fierce battle once took place here.

However, that's not all.

Lin Che's gaze continued to extend outwards, and after passing the eight mountains of corpses, he saw an even more shocking scene.

Between heaven and earth, eight colossal dragons, each tens of thousands of feet long, were suspended!

These dragons have ferocious scales, claws as sharp as divine weapons, and white fangs visible in their open mouths, exuding a world-destroying ferocity.

But strangely, all eight dragons had turned to stone, their bodies stiff and suspended in mid-air.
Only an indescribable, strange power surrounded them, allowing them to maintain their soaring posture and not fall.

Even more chilling is that all the dragon heads are facing the stone platform, as if in the distant past, they once roared angrily at the being on the seat, but were frozen into stone statues at some moment.

Behind the dragon, rows of enormous magical chariots came into view on the ground of the Endless Palace.

Each of these chariots was a thousand feet in size, with its body made of black metal and its surface covered with sharp spikes.

The sides of the chariot are carved with ferocious demon patterns, and dark brown bloodstains remain on the chariot body. It is clear that these chariots had played a great role in the battles of yesteryear, reaping countless lives.

Around each chariot floated dozens of cultivators riding on flying swords.

These cultivators also turned into stone statues, some still in the posture of wielding swords and slashing, while others formed hand seals as if casting powerful spells.

Although their bodies had long since turned to stone, they still exuded a strong killing intent, as if they would regain their life and continue fighting at any moment.

Behind these petrified cultivators, as far as the eye could see, there were countless figures everywhere.

No fewer than hundreds of thousands of cultivators were scattered throughout the main hall in various poses.

Some of the cultivators, wielding long swords, were charging forward.

Some cultivators sat cross-legged, their hands forming hand seals, as if to defend against attacks.

Some of the cultivators looked crazed, clutching their enemies' bodies as if they wanted to die together... They all retained their last actions before death, forever frozen in this great hall.

What's even more alarming is that among these cultivators, there are nearly a hundred towering figures, each a hundred feet tall.

These figures had strange appearances; some had three heads and six arms, while others had wings on their backs. They all had their backs to the stone platform, waving their huge arms as if to drive away the cultivators in front of them and prevent them from getting close to the stone platform.

The moment Lin Che's gaze swept over the enormous chair, his body suddenly trembled violently. An irresistible force emanated from the chair, forcibly pulling his body forward. Immediately afterward, Lin Che's body expanded rapidly at a visible speed, transforming into the true form of an ancient god hundreds of feet tall in just a few breaths.

His skin had a faint golden hue, and his muscle lines were full of explosive power. Every inch of his skin exuded the unique majesty of the ancient god race.

Seven pale golden ancient god stars slowly materialized at the center of his brow, rapidly rotating around the central point of light and radiating a rich ancient god power.

However, at that moment, a powerful demonic aura suddenly emanated from inside the seat, flowing into Lin Che's body like a rushing river along his left hand.

It traveled rapidly along the meridians and finally converged in his left eye, condensing into seven illusory silver star points.

Almost simultaneously with the influx of demonic energy, a monstrous surge of demonic energy followed closely behind, roaring out from the seat and instantly rushing into Lin Che's body through his right hand. The black demonic energy, completely different from the demonic energy, surged within him, eventually condensing in his right pupil, where it also conjured seven illusory black star-like points.

Although the star points in the left and right eyes are illusory, they form a strange connection with the seven ancient god star points in the center of the forehead the moment they appear.

The three rotating trajectories suddenly became exactly the same, like three intertwined galaxies, forming a perfect cycle within Lin Che's body.

In an instant, Lin Che's mind was filled with a thunderous roar, and an indescribable feeling swept over his entire body.

It was as if time was rapidly reversing on him, and past memories were receding like the tide. He gradually forgot who he was and what he had experienced, leaving only a blank in his mind.

Gradually, an aura of majesty slowly emanated from Lin Che.

This aura contains an overbearing kingly presence, a domineering might to conquer the world, and a resolute determination to face all calamities with a cold eye, even if the heavens and earth crumble and the seas change.

Lin Che gazed calmly ahead, his expression gradually becoming indifferent and dignified, while his aura continued to accumulate and rise.

In the end, that majesty became so terrifying that even a mere ripple was enough to make a powerful cultivator at the third stage of cultivation tremble before him, as if he had transformed into an unparalleled being who controlled the rules of heaven and earth.

Just then, Lin Che suddenly felt a splitting headache, collapsed to the ground, clutching his head and trembling all over.

"what………"

A sharp pain surged through Lin Che's mind like a tidal wave, a pain that felt like tearing him apart from his memories.

As the arrow whistled through the air, blood flowed from Lin Che's left eye, and the nine borrowed demonic stars within his left eye collapsed with a deafening roar.

"According to the Daoist legend, Li Guang shot out my left eye. Within that left eye lay half a lifetime of memories and longing for my hometown..."

The voice that had appeared before floated into Lin Che's mind. At this moment, under the intense pain, he seemed to have completely forgotten himself and transformed into Dao Gu Ye Mo!
"Young friend, I never expected that after so many years, it would be you who would come here..."

Lin Che frowned slightly, his vision suddenly blurred, and then an old man in a magnificent robe appeared before him.

"You are... Dao Guyemo!" (End of Chapter)