The God of Heavens

Chapter 141 The Immortal Abode Small World

The two great dynasties were destroyed in one fell swoop, vanishing into thin air.

The Yao Guang Holy Land reaped a bountiful harvest this time, with divine resources piling up like mountains and countless precious medicines. Not only did their wealth increase dramatically, but their strength also advanced by leaps and bounds. A dozen elders led their disciples in counting the spoils of war, and exclamations of surprise could be heard from time to time.

While clearing out the ancestral lands of the Assassin Dynasty, the group discovered the remains of many ancestors from various holy lands within an ancient hall. Each holy land wishing to reclaim these remains would inevitably have to pay a price. Lin Yu entrusted all these trivial matters to the Holy Lord Li Daoqing for handling.

The most precious of all is a small world of deities. In this world, the immortal mountains are majestic, the divine springs flow gently, and it is shrouded in celestial mist all year round, with radiant glow and auspicious beasts appearing within.

Legend has it that this is a secret realm left behind by ancient gods, which was later discovered by the Hell organization and used as its ancestral foundation. This realm is solid and indestructible, with perfect order, making it a rare treasure land for cultivation.

Lin Yu sealed this realm, making it one of the foundations of the Yao Guang Holy Land. Through the Gate of Hell, the Holy Land can travel to and from it at any time.

At this moment, he is in seclusion in this world, his body radiating holy light, shining brightly, and resonating with the laws of the entire small world.

Within the realm of the gods, nine waterfalls cascade down from the suspended mountain peaks, their colors vibrant and varied under the sunlight. Cranes soar through the clouds, their clear cries echoing.

At the summit of the central main peak, the Heavenly Palace stands majestically, radiating divine brilliance. The spiritual energy here is ten times richer than outside, and breathing it in refreshes the mind and body.

Lin Yu sat cross-legged in the center of the Heavenly Palace, under the ancient tea tree, where three thousand tea leaves of different shapes exuded Daoist charm.

Before him lay the Primordial Battle Chessboard, seized from the Heavenly Emperor's son, and he was pondering the true meaning of battle contained within it. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would drift by, carrying the rich fragrance of more than twenty ancient medicinal herbs from the distant herb garden.

This small realm of deities, which has existed for millions of years, has now become the most hidden foundation of the Yao Guang Holy Land, and also an excellent place for Lin Yu to cultivate.

The Hellish Plane expanded to a radius of eight hundred miles due to the absorption of the Killing Saint's essence, and the Heavenly Palace shone with divine brilliance, resembling a celestial realm.

Lin Yu comprehended what he gained from the battle with the Killing Saint, pushing the "Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique" to a new level. He awakened four thousand particles again, bringing the total number of particles in his body to forty-five thousand. His physical body was as clear as jade, and he could shatter the void with every move he made.

Lin Yu bid farewell to the Holy Lord Li Daoqing, explaining his desire to travel to the Central Plains for training. Li Daoqing readily agreed: "With your abilities, you are more than capable of dominating the world; traveling to the Central Plains for training is perfectly timed."

Yao Xi and Weiwei came to see him off. Yao Xi's eyes sparkled, and she smiled charmingly: "The Central Plains are filled with beauties, Holy Son, you mustn't forget your homeland while you're enjoying yourself." Lin Yu smiled, flicked a tea leaf of enlightenment into her brow: "Cultivate diligently, and await my return."

Lin Yu stepped onto the void array platform, and silver light shot into the sky.

In the void passage, Lin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering. The True Dragon Divine Medicine within his body emitted a clear and melodious dragon roar, echoing the Imperial Dragon Qi emanating from the direction of Central Continent. When the silver light dissipated, he was already on the land of Central Continent.

In the Central Plains, there are four immortal dynasties, colossal entities that have remained at their zenith for hundreds of thousands of years, from ancient times to the present, and no one can rival them.

At the same time, there are nine ancient kingdoms, which are not as powerful as the four great dynasties, but are still incredibly formidable, having existed for seventy to eighty thousand years.

In addition, there are the various schools of thought and religions, which are also unparalleled and immortal traditions. Some of them are even older than the four great dynasties and their foundations are no less impressive. The Yin-Yang Sect, which was destroyed by Lin Yu, is one of them.

"brush--"

With a flash of clear light, Lin Yu stepped out of the void passage. The scene before him made even this holy son, who was used to grand occasions, raise an eyebrow.

On the vast, red earth, two armies were locked in fierce combat. To the east was a legion of cultivators clad in bronze armor, each warrior standing atop clouds formed from dragon energy.
To the west was a massive army of Xuanjia warriors piloting mechanical puppets. These puppets gleamed with a cold light, and their chests were inlaid with divine energy crystals unique to the Central Plains.

"boom!"

A hundred-foot-tall mechanical puppet wielded a giant axe, cleaving three dragon-transformation cultivators in two at the waist. In the sky, two powerful beings were locked in combat; one wielded a bronze halberd, drawing upon the dragon energy of the earth's veins, while the other summoned a mechanical city tower to suppress all directions.

"The fighting style in the Central Plains is indeed very different from that in the Eastern Wilderness."

Just as Lin Yu was about to leave, a streak of dark light suddenly pierced through the air. It was a powerful cultivator who had taken advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack, his magic mirror emitting a beam of destructive divine light.

"court death."

Without turning his head, Lin Yu unleashed a wisp of celestial pure fire from his sleeve. Before the man could react, he and his magical artifact were reduced to ashes. The aftershocks silenced the battlefield below, and all the cultivators looked up at the sky in terror.

"It's the Holy Son of Yao Guang from the Eastern Wilderness!" Someone recognized the figure in white.

Among the cultivators below, an elderly man holding a compass hurriedly flew over and respectfully bowed: "Many thanks to the Holy Son for his assistance. I am Zhao Wuyai from Anping Kingdom. I was unaware of the Holy Son's arrival and have failed to greet you properly."

Why did they fight so violently?

"Reporting to the Holy Son..." The old man swallowed hard. "Three days ago, Anping Kingdom and Chiyang Kingdom fought a fierce battle over a newly discovered dragon vein, with even five powerful figures from the Sendai realm being dispatched."

The Central Plains are rich in dragon veins, and dragon marrow is formed from the essence of all veins. It is extremely rare and precious, but difficult to find. In the eyes of powerful beings whose lifespans are about to run out, it is a priceless celestial treasure.

Dragon marrow can usually extend one's life by a few years, but to extend it by a hundred years is extremely rare, perhaps only once every few decades. Fighting over this item was commonplace in the ancient kingdoms of Zhongzhou.

Anping Kingdom is one of the ancient kingdoms of Zhongzhou. Lin Yu's purpose for this trip is to visit the Sacred Abode in this kingdom. Legend has it that it was the dwelling place of a great emperor in his later years, and he eventually passed away there.

The Central Plains are vast, and the territory ruled by the ancient Anping Kingdom spans a million miles. Lin Yu asked the old man for a map, cast an array pattern with his hand, gathered the power of heaven, and chose a direction to cross over.

"Buzz——"

Ripples spread through the space, and Lin Yu took a step forward, already reaching the edge of Lucheng. The scene before him suddenly changed; the sounds of battle from just moments before still echoed in his ears, but now he found himself in a celestial paradise.

The majestic Mount Ling, where the Qishi Mansion is located, boasts a cascading silver waterfall, towering red cliffs and strange rocks, ancient divine trees, and the fragrant aroma of millennia-old medicinal herbs. "It is indeed a fine place."

Lin Yu's eyes gleamed with golden light, and his Heavenly Eye pierced through the faint spatial barrier.

Lucheng is adjacent to Qishi Mansion, nestled in a sacred mountain. The stone platform is pristine, a Qilin lies peacefully, and spiritual herbs accompany it. Purple mist rises from the cliff face, orchids and magnolias exude fragrance, and colorful phoenixes dance in the air.

The mountains are full of life, with rare flowers blooming, exotic trees swaying, deer and foxes appearing, and birds and cranes flying.

This is the source of all veins, the nest of the ancestral dragon, shrouded in auspicious energy, like a dream.

However, the Qishi Mansion has not yet been opened and will remain shrouded in spatial power for several years. Lin Yu looked up with his Heavenly Eye and saw purple qi filling the sky, as if ten thousand dragons were leaping into the air.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind. Three cultivators dressed in feathered robes arrived on rainbows, the words "Extraordinary Warrior" embroidered on their chests. The leader bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist, the Extraordinary Warrior's Palace is not yet ready to open, please..."

The words abruptly stopped. Upon recognizing Lin Yu's face, the man's expression changed drastically: "The Holy Son of Yao Guang?!"

Lin Yu nodded slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the fluttering colorful phoenixes. The flight paths of these spirit birds were in harmony with the laws of nature, which gave him some new insights.

“If the Holy Son wishes to enter the mansion ahead of schedule, we can convey the message on his behalf,” the cultivator said cautiously.

"No need," Lin Yu said, withdrawing his gaze. "I have other important business to attend to on this trip. I will visit the Lord of the Manor another day."

After that, he turned and left.

Lucheng, adjacent to Qishifu, is a small and dilapidated city with only a few thousand inhabitants, equivalent to a small town. When Lin Yu arrived here, he quickly discovered an ancient village. Legend has it that this place was where an ancient emperor built his hermitage, making it extremely mysterious.

The village is surrounded by a large grove of ancient locust trees, each with a unique shape and age. The village is small, with about fifty households, and the villagers have lived here for generations without ever moving.

Lin Yu stood before the ancient locust grove, his gaze sweeping over the vigorous and ancient forest. The gnarled old trees coiled like dragons, their dry bark marked with the marks of time, many trunks long since hollow, yet still stubbornly growing.

"rustle--"

He reached out and ran his hand over the mottled bark, feeling the rough texture on his fingertips. He leaned down close to the thickest ancient locust tree, his ear lightly touching the trunk, but he could only hear the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the tree hollow.

"Is it not yet time to begin?"

Lin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. If it were during the time when the Immortal Abode Small World was open, this place would be connected to the Immortal Abode Small World, and sounds from inside could be heard, such as shouts of people and neighing of horses, roars of dragons and cries of phoenixes, and even the roar of the Fighting Saint Emperor.

He stood before the thickest ancient locust tree, his fingertips lightly touching the hollow trunk. The wood at the edge of the trunk had turned jade-like, gleaming with a faint bluish light. Lin Yu took a deep breath, and suddenly a golden mark split open between his brows, his Lord's Eye blazing open, its dazzling golden light illuminating the void.

"I see."

Within the Eye of the Lord's vision, the tree hollow was crisscrossed with dense spatial runes, extending like a spiderweb into unknown dimensions. Suddenly, angelic wings unfurled behind Lin Yu, their pure white feathers swirling with divine runes.

"Whoosh——"

He leaped into the tree hollow, his figure instantly swallowed by the spatial ripples. Only a slowly spreading ripple remained in place before everything returned to normal.

dark.

Endless darkness.

Lin Yu felt as if he had fallen into a crack in spacetime, enveloped by a viscous spatial force. At this moment, time lost its meaning—perhaps a fleeting instant, yet also like millennia. Just as he was about to lose his way, a sudden burst of light shone before him.

"This is the Immortal Abode Small World?"

What comes into view is a clear, deep blue sky, so pure that not a single cloud is visible, like a giant sapphire inverted on the earth.

"Croak—"

A piercing cry, sharp enough to split rocks, made Lin Yu's eardrums ache. Looking up, he saw a gigantic bird, its five-colored feathers shimmering with light, sweep across the sky, its outstretched wings completely obscuring the sun. The shadow it cast covered an area of ​​ten miles, as if night had suddenly fallen.

"The Golden-Winged Roc?"

Lin Yu's pupils contracted slightly. This legendary ancient ferocious bird had long been extinct in the outside world, yet he unexpectedly saw it here. Even more chilling was that there were several similar "dark clouds" on the horizon, clearly other kinds of primordial creatures soaring among the clouds.

"Boom!"

The earth suddenly trembled violently. In the distance, a "mountain range" stretching for miles suddenly rose from the ground, soil falling away to reveal dark blue scales beneath. That was no mountain range at all; it was clearly a colossal serpent that had slumbered for countless ages!

Ancient trees, towering high and growing from the soil covering the giant python, snapped and fell as it soared into the sky. It charged straight into the heavens, engaging the golden-winged roc in fierce combat. Scales and feathers flew everywhere, and scalding blood poured down like a torrential rain.

"This is the true legacy of ancient times."

Lin Yu's angelic wings fluttered slightly, dodging the falling limbs of a ferocious beast. Looking around, this world was filled with ancient trees reaching for the sky, old vines like dragons, and mountains and rivers that retained their most pristine appearance. In the distance, a great river rushed ceaselessly, and within the mist, the phantom image of a dragon could be faintly seen.

(End of this chapter)