The God of Heavens

Chapter 166 Sun God Cult
Divine light flowed, and the aroma of meat filled the air, permeating the entire Taiqing Sacred Realm. Lin Yu and the four little ones sat around the Eight Trigrams Furnace, enjoying a hearty meal.

The golden and crispy Golden Crow Sacred Meat was torn apart, and the crystal-clear flesh flowed with the divine essence transformed from the sun's fire. Each bite was like swallowing a small sun.

Their bodies were surging with intense energy, causing every pore to glow with a radiant light, as if they were about to ascend to immortality at any moment.

The banquet lasted for a long time. During this time, Luzhou was greatly shaken, and the news spread to other continents at the speed of light. Then the whole of Ziwei was in an uproar.

The Golden Crow Ancient Saint, accompanied by his clan's legendary holy weapon, came to attack the master of the Eight Views Palace. His divine might was awe-inspiring, and it was expected that there would be at least a great battle. However, he also perished here.

Outside the Eight Views Palace, the surrounding tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were reduced to scorched earth. The remaining power of the Quasi-Emperor's weapon raged, the earth cracked, chaotic energy lingered in the void, and the laws of heaven and earth were in complete disarray.

The power displayed by the master of the Eight Trigrams Palace in this battle was terrifying. Even the high-ranking members of various immortal lineages, including sect leaders and emperors, were all terrified by the news of the appearance of a quasi-emperor artifact.

The villain's identity remains a mystery, as he uses a Saint-level God-Slaying Insect as his child, adding to his mystique and terror.

The cultivators who had visited Xuandu Cave revealed that the four attendants accompanying this ruthless man possessed identical auras. As the news spread, the once bustling Ziwei Ancient Star instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Two Saint-level beings wielding Quasi-Emperor artifacts suppressed the ancient Saint of the Golden Crow Clan, even the clan's heirloom Saint Weapon could not escape its wrath, turning thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into ashes. And now, there are still two child-like beings of the same level yet to emerge, are they even letting anyone else live?

On that day, a cultivator with keen spiritual senses claimed to have heard the mournful howl of the Golden Crow Ancient Saint outside the restrictions of the Taiqing Sacred Realm.

Someone used their divine eye to glimpse a blurry scene within the barrier: several figures were surrounding a Bagua furnace that spewed divine flames, as if they were roasting something. Divine light emanated from it, shooting straight into the sky, accompanied by the aroma of meat.

"Heavens! He's... roasting a Golden Crow! That's a saint of the Golden Crow Clan!" A cultivator collapsed on the spot, his voice trembling.

The news swept through Ziwei like a storm, even alarming the foundations of various sects. Several powerful beings who had broken through the seal stood outside the heavens, observing the Eight Trigrams Palace with their supernatural powers, and were so frightened that they almost fell from the void.

"I...I can't believe my eyes, can I? He's eating a Saint-level Golden Crow?!" A king's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This...this is a recurrence of the mythological era? The gods of the ancient times fed on golden crows and rocs, what is his origin?!" Another person's voice trembled.

Once they regained their senses, these powerful figures turned and fled without a word! They vanished from Luzhou at the speed of light, not daring to look back.

Just kidding! Even the Golden Crow Saint was roasted, so if these "minor dishes" are targeted, they'll probably be crunched and swallowed up!
The entire ancient star was instantly plunged into unprecedented shock. Human cultivators were dumbfounded, and powerful demons trembled in fear.

The essence of the Golden Crow Ancient Saint's flesh and blood was completely devoured by Lin Yu and the four little ones. The rich and mellow flavor spread on their tongues, making the four little ones eat to their heart's content and exclaim that it was so satisfying.

However, for Lin Yu, this feast brought not only the satisfaction of his appetite, but also the complete explosion of the hidden power within him!
"boom--!"

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, as if ten thousand volcanoes were erupting simultaneously within him. Every inch of his flesh roared, his bones vibrated like thunder, and his blood surged like a celestial river. An ancient, boundless aura awakened within him, as vast as a starry sea and as heavy as a divine mountain!

"Roar--!"

In the void, the roar of an ancient giant elephant seemed to echo. Dense divine patterns appeared on Lin Yu's body, each pattern seemingly carrying the will of an ancient giant elephant.

Deep within his origin, 100,000 particles awakened simultaneously, transforming into 100,000 ancient giant elephants, roaring to the sky and shaking the eight wastelands!
"Master... has broken through again?!" The four little ones were pale-faced and trembling. Although they were Saint-level God-Slaying Insects, they were like natural enemies in the face of Lin Yu's divine aura. The terrifying majesty crushed down on them, making their souls tremble and almost suffocate.

In their perception, Lin Yu's aura was rising at an incredible speed, as if a sleeping ancient god was awakening!

"Four hundred thousand giant elephant particles... finally done!" Lin Yu opened his eyes, and deep in his pupils seemed to see the primordial world vanish. The phantoms of ancient giant elephants appeared around him, each with a different shape.

Some leisurely absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, some sleep like mountains, some suck water with their long noses, stirring up rivers, and some raise their heads to the sky and roar, shattering the clouds!

Above his head, a vast primordial continent appeared in phantom form. On the continent, 400,000 ancient giant elephants stood tall, each one lifelike, as if real flesh and blood had been condensed, radiating a terrifying power that could suppress hell!
"Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique... This is the true divine-level qigong!" Lin Yu whispered, his voice like thunder, distorting the void.

At this moment, his body, meridians, blood, hair, and even every inch of skin were flowing with tangible divine energy, heavy as a mountain. With the slightest movement, it emitted a muffled rumbling sound, as if thousands of divine mountains were moving.

With the power of 400,000 ancient giant elephants attached to him, his physical strength reached an unbelievable level. With every move he made, he possessed the power to suppress mountains and rivers and shatter stars!

"boom--!"

The Sendai Secret Realm roared, and his cultivation level surged like a raging tide. The shackles of the second level of Sendai were as fragile as paper before this primordial power.

His cultivation level also rose step by step from the fourth small step of the second level of Sendai Heaven to the seventh small step, with unstoppable momentum!
Each breakthrough was accompanied by the roar of the giant elephant within him, its trunk soaring to the sky, its feet shattering the shackles of the Dao, crushing all obstacles into dust.

In the pitch-black, cold universe, the sea of ​​lightning resembled an inverted celestial river, and purple lightning bolts lashed out like dragons, each strike powerful enough to shatter mountains. Yet Lin Yu remained unmoved, letting the lightning strike him.

Behind him emerged the phantom images of 400,000 ancient giant elephants, their trunks raised to the sky, roaring and swallowing the heavenly lightning as if it were a precious elixir!

"Crack—!"

Lightning flowed within the colossal elephant particles, refining them into even purer divine power. As the final bolt of tribulation lightning was absorbed, radiant light burst forth from every pore of his body, and another 30,000 colossal elephant particles awakened within him, bringing the total to a staggering 430,000!

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The Purple Star, the ancient star, in the Eastern Divine Continent.

The Sun God Cult, one of the oldest traditions of humankind, was once an unparalleled holy land in ancient times, flowing with the supreme bloodline of the Sun Holy Emperor.

However, since the loss of the True Scripture of the Sun, this glorious lineage has gradually declined, and now it is almost extinct, with even the mountain gate teetering on the brink of collapse.

Lin Yu, accompanied by Jin Hao and Jin Yue, stepped into this place, and all he could see was desolation.

This place shows no signs of its former glory; an aura of decay hangs in the air like spiderwebs. Although the mountain gate is clean and the vegetation is tidy, it cannot conceal the desolate emptiness.

Ancient pines with gnarled branches line the jade-paved path, while the main hall complex stands solemnly in the distance, its bronze base and eaves gleaming with a restrained radiance in the morning light.

He shook his head slightly and continued walking.

"Master, it's so deserted here." Jin Hao suddenly stopped, tilted his head to look at the ground in front of him, his two little tiger teeth shining in the sunlight. "It's nowhere near as nice as our Yao Guang!"

Jin Yue gently tugged at Lin Yu's sleeve and whispered, "Master, this place... must have been very powerful before, right?" She tilted her head up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Lin Yu walked slowly, his gaze sweeping over the empty palaces. Although they were spotless, the marks of time were undeniable. Bronze wind chimes tinkled softly in the breeze, recounting past glories.

"This place was once the ancestral home of the Sun Emperor." He gazed at the empty eaves of the palace tower, his tone tinged with emotion. "Every brick and tile records the oldest glory of humankind."

In the distance, mountains surround the area, lakes are like mirrors, islands float, and several ancient palaces are hidden in the clouds and mist. Although they are not magnificent, they have their own ancient and vicissitudes charm.

After walking for a long time, a majestic mountain gate finally appeared in front of us. It was based on ancient and strange stones, and the texture of the stones showed traces of time. It was heavy and solemn.

At the top of the mountain gate, a bronze plaque covered with mottled rust bears the powerful and majestic four characters "Sun God Religion," which remain as awe-inspiring as ever despite the passage of time.

"Young man, what brings you here?"

Suddenly, an aged voice rang out. Beside the mountain gate, an old man with a hunched back slowly walked out. His hair and beard were all white, and his face was withered. Only in the depths of his cloudy eyes did a faint glimmer of the sun's essence fire flicker.

When he finally saw Lin Yu's face and the child beside him, his cloudy eyes widened suddenly, his heart trembled, and his withered fingers trembled slightly.

The man in blue robes before them possessed an extraordinary bearing, and the two boys following behind him were even more remarkable. Though they appeared to be exquisitely beautiful, their brows and eyes concealed a fierce power. Were these not the very same Eight Views Palace Master and his boys who had recently shaken Ziwei?!
"Old man, there's no need to panic." Lin Yu smiled slightly, cupped his hands, and said, "My name is Lin Yu, and I've come to pay you a visit."

The old man hurriedly returned the greeting, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times before he could speak: "I am Jiang Yuan, the gatekeeper of the Sun God Cult. I was unaware... unaware of your arrival, senior..." As he spoke, his gaze couldn't help but drift towards the two boys.

Seeing this, Jin Hao grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth: "Grandpa, why are you staring at us like that?"

"Hao'er." Lin Yu gently scolded, and the little boy immediately shrank his neck and stood obediently.

Jiang Yuan broke out in a cold sweat. He had heard that all four children of the Eight Views Palace were at the Saint Realm, and two of them had joined forces to suppress the Golden Crow Clan Saint. Although the child in front of him had a youthful face, he was surrounded by a terrifying pressure, just like the rumored fierce and evil aura.

"Senior, please forgive me, it's really..." Jiang Yuan wiped his sweat, "This old man will go and inform the sect leader immediately..."

"No need."

A deep, steady voice came from inside the mountain gate. A middle-aged Taoist priest strode out, wearing a faded sun-themed Taoist robe, with a dim sun god mark on his forehead. Several young disciples followed behind him, all looking tense.

"Jiang Mingyuan, the current leader of the Sun God Sect, respectfully welcomes you, senior." The Taoist bowed deeply, and as he stood up, his gaze lingered for a moment on the purple-gold gourd hanging at Lin Yu's waist, his pupils slightly contracting.

Lin Yu nodded: "You're too kind, Master Jiang."

Jiang Mingyuan forced himself to remain calm, but his hands trembled slightly inside his sleeves. The disciples behind him were even more pale-faced, and one of the younger disciples even staggered back half a step.

Jin Yue tilted her head curiously: "Master, why are they so scared?"

Lin Yu smiled warmly and said, "Master, there's no need to be nervous. I have no ill intentions in coming here." As he spoke, a brilliant golden light suddenly shone from between his brows, and a blazing miniature sun slowly emerged, its scorching solar holy power distorting the surrounding void.

"This...this is pure solar holy power!" Jiang Mingyuan trembled all over, his eyes wide open. The older elders behind him were even more excited, trembling all over, and they all knelt down on the ground.

Lin Yu suppressed the strange phenomenon and said gently, "I come from the Big Dipper and by chance obtained the Ancient Scripture of the Sun. I heard that your sect is descended from the Holy Empress of the Sun, so I have come to pay you a visit."

"Your kindness is immense, senior!" Jiang Mingyuan's voice trembled with excitement as he quickly stepped aside, "Please come inside and let's talk!"

In this pure land, the environment is beautiful, the energy is abundant, the sun's power is plentiful, and golden rays flow. The ancient palaces are arranged in a pleasing manner; though not luxurious, they exude an aura of vicissitude and sanctity.

Lin Yu followed the crowd into the main hall, but what he saw along the way made him sigh inwardly. The disciples of the sect were sparse, most of them with aged faces and unsteady steps. There were a few young disciples, but their cultivation was only at the Sea of ​​Wheels and Dao Palace realms, far from the former prestige of the Sun Saint Emperor.

"Please forgive me, senior. My teachings have indeed declined." Jiang Mingyuan looked ashamed and invited Lin Yu to take a seat.

Several elders stood respectfully inside the hall, their eyes filled with both awe for the powerful and a hint of hope. Their highest cultivation level was no more than the fifth level of the Great Power realm, their lifespans were nearing their end, and their vital energy was declining.

Lin Yu looked around and said gently, "The Sun Emperor's might shakes the universe, and his legacy should not be so withered. Now that I have obtained the Ancient Sun Scripture, I am destined to be associated with your sect."

Having said that, he raised his hand and waved it, and nine small golden suns appeared in the hall, showering down pure solar holy power. The elderly elders were immediately invigorated, and their depleted solar power showed signs of revival.

"This..." An elderly man with white hair trembled with excitement, "My cultivation, which has stagnated for a hundred years, is actually starting to loosen!"

Jiang Mingyuan was moved to tears and immediately knelt down: "Please have mercy, senior, and save my Sun God Sect!"

Lin Yu's gaze was deep as he slowly swept over everyone in the hall, finally settling on Jiang Mingyuan. He sighed softly and said, "The descendants of the Sun Emperor, have they stopped even cultivating ancient scriptures?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mingyuan's body trembled slightly, and a complex look flashed in his eyes. He remained silent for a long time before finally giving a bitter smile and saying in a low voice, "Senior has keen insight... However, my sect... does indeed have unspeakable difficulties."

Lin Yu said calmly, "The inheritance of the Sun Saint Emperor should not be so timid and hesitant."

Jiang Mingyuan took a deep breath, as if struggling, and finally slowly shook his head: "The Ancient Scripture of the Sun... has long been lost in the turmoil of the past, and we... are powerless to retrieve it."

Lin Yu stared at him, his gaze piercing, as if it could see right through him. Jiang Mingyuan dared not look him in the eye, and simply lowered his head in silence.

The atmosphere inside the hall was heavy, and the elders also looked somber, as if they were suffering from unspeakable pain.

"I see." Lin Yu's mind raced, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

The Sun God Cult naturally possesses Sun scriptures, but they dare not reveal them for fear of attracting death.

Years later, Ye Tong was born, possessing the same physique as the Sun Saint Emperor. Before destroying the sect, he implanted the Ancient Sun Scripture into his young son's Sea of ​​Wheels, and was eventually taken in as a disciple by Ye Fan.

Lin Yu arrived too early; many years will pass before this child is born.

With the Taiyin Divine Sect serving as a cautionary tale, and now that the Taiyang Divine Sect's imperial weapon is lost abroad and it lacks sufficient resources, cultivating the Taiyang Ancient Scripture is the source of chaos.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Mingyuan's heart tightened, fearing that Lin Yu had noticed something.

Lin Yu did not expose him, but simply said, "Since your sect no longer possesses the Ancient Sun Scripture, I will return the scripture today to help you revive your lineage."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mingyuan was both delighted and worried. He quickly bowed and thanked him, saying, "I will never forget your great kindness, senior!"

Lin Yu said no more, gathering a point of dazzling golden light at his fingertips and gently touching it between Jiang Mingyuan's eyebrows. In an instant, the entire Ancient Scripture of the Sun transformed into a golden torrent that surged into his sea of ​​consciousness, condensing into an undying, blazing sun deep within the Sendai.

(End of this chapter)