The God of Heavens

Chapter 219 Raising a Hand to Annihilate a Cult
With a clear, resonant chime, ripples suddenly spread across the entire battle platform. Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and when they came to their senses, they found themselves back in the palace of the Jade Emperor's Blessed Land.

Everyone instinctively looked down at themselves. The wounds from the fierce battle had vanished, and their tattered robes were restored to their original state, as if the earth-shattering battle had never happened. But the boiling fighting spirit within them and the clear memories of the battle vividly reminded them of everything that had just occurred.

"This... this transformation of heaven and earth, this combination of reality and illusion, what kind of technique is this?" An old cultivator stroked his perfectly intact Daoist robe, his voice trembling. He had cultivated for hundreds of years and had never seen such a profound technique of transforming reality and illusion.

The young cultivators exchanged bewildered glances, both astonished and impressed. Zhan Yifan subconsciously stroked his flying sword; the lingering vibrations on the blade told him that every exchange with Long Xiaoque had truly occurred.

Long Xiaoque clenched his fist, feeling the surging demonic power within him. The insights gained from that life-or-death struggle were undeniable, yet he didn't even have a scratch on his body. He looked up at Lin Yu, who sat in the main seat, and for the first time, a look of awe appeared in his eyes.

If the Yao Guang Holy Land used such methods to train its disciples on a regular basis, how many extraordinary talents would it have created?

"You all performed well," Lin Yu said in a gentle yet authoritative voice. "Especially Long Xiaoque, Zhan Yifan, Huang Tiannv, Kunlun Shuangyu, and Zhang Qingyang—each of you has your own strengths."

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, sending several streams of light flying toward the six people: "This is the Azure Lotus Void Pill, a secret recipe of the Yao Guang Holy Land, which can expand the Bitter Sea and forge an unparalleled foundation. There is also a Body Tempering Pill, refined from the essence blood of a powerful savage beast, to help you advance further."

All the cultivators present were filled with envy, and some of the older generation were secretly astonished: using the essence blood of powerful savage beasts to refine pills—such a feat truly befits the Northern Dipper Holy Land. They should know that their own cultivation was only at the first level of the Immortal Platform Realm.

In the end, young talents such as Zhan Yifan, Long Xiaoque, Kunlun Shuangyu, and Xiao Tianshi, as well as some outstanding geniuses, were all taken under Lin Yu's wing.

Lin Yu's recruitment of numerous disciples is actually a grand scheme to unfold on Earth.

These young geniuses who have cultivated to such a level in the Dharma-ending Age, including the older generation of cultivators, are all unpolished gems. With just a little polishing, they will surely shine brightly after going to the Big Dipper, and they all have the hope of becoming saints in the future.

At the same time, the power of faith of billions of beings on Earth is an important resource for him to improve his cultivation.

These young talents are connected to various sects and families. Taking them as disciples is tantamount to controlling the lifeline of the entire cultivation world on Earth.

His path of cultivation is all-encompassing; whether it be spiritual energy, dragon veins, or the beliefs of all living beings, he can transform them all into his own.

Lin Yu's gaze swept over the disappointed cultivators in the hall, and he said gently, "Please do not be discouraged. When I open the gate to the Big Dipper star field in the future, anyone who wishes to go is welcome to join me."

He then changed the subject, his tone carrying a deeper meaning: "However, the Big Dipper is currently in a turbulent period, with the ancient races roaming freely, making it extremely dangerous." These words were spoken tactfully, but in reality, they were a reminder to everyone that with their current cultivation levels, venturing there rashly would likely be fraught with peril.

Even so, a spark of hope still ignited in the eyes of the cultivators present. After all, the spiritual energy on Earth was depleted, and the path of cultivation was almost cut off. Even if the Big Dipper was dangerous, it was better than wasting time here.

As the banquet drew to a close, the leaders of various sects stepped forward, extending invitations to Lin Yu, some openly and some covertly. Master Xuechen, the leader of Kunlun, said, "Within our Kunlun Forbidden Land, there are still several ancient ruins leading to the legendary immortal mountains. I have pondered them for many years without finding their solution. I wonder if Brother Lin would be willing to go and take a look?"

The leader of the Lingbao Sect was even more direct: "Our sect's inherited scriptures have many omissions, and we hope that Sage Lin will not hesitate to give us guidance."

Even the reclusive elders of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect spoke up, saying, "The Great Sage Chisongzi once left behind a Sword Washing Pool, which may be related to Brother Lin."

Lin Yu surveyed the crowd in the hall, a smile playing on his lips yet carrying an undeniable air of authority: "Since you have all extended such a warm invitation, I will certainly pay you a visit on a chosen day. However, there is another matter at the moment—"

His voice suddenly turned serious: "I have heard that the barbarians of the Western Lands plundered countless ancestral artifacts of our Central Lands back then. How can we sit idly by and watch such a great humiliation be borne?"

These words shocked everyone present, and the hall fell silent for a moment before erupting into low gasps. The older generation of cultivators' eyes gleamed with excitement, while the younger generation clenched their fists, their blood boiling with fervor.

"It is our duty to welcome back the ancestral artifacts, and this old Taoist is willing to be the vanguard!"

Daoist Qi Ri abruptly stood up, taking the lead in responding, his white hair flying beneath his purple-gold crown. When his lifespan was nearing its end, it was Lin Yu who extended his lifespan with the Divine Spring; now, the other party was willing to open up a new realm for the cultivation world of the Central Plains. Such a life-saving grace and grand ambition made him step forward without hesitation.

Master Xuechen of Kunlun stood up, the pearl on his jade crown tinkling: "All of Kunlun is willing to obey the orders of Master Lin!"

"Longhushan seconded it!"

"I'm willing to go to Maoshan!"

"The Shu Mountain Sword Sect awaits your command!"

In an instant, voices of agreement echoed throughout the hall. Even the demon clans such as the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the Vermilion Phoenix Clan, and the Dragon Sparrow Clan were filled with fighting spirit: "The cultivation world of the Central Plains is one family. We are equally willing to take up arms and lead the charge to protect the ancestral artifacts and bring them home!"

In fact, over the years, it's not that they didn't want to welcome back the ancestral artifact, but the top cultivators in the Central Plains were not as powerful as those in the West, so they were willing but unable to do so!

In those ancient times, the cultivation world of the East was incredibly glorious. Sages emerged in great numbers, Great Sages vied for supremacy, and even Quasi-Emperors occasionally appeared. Meanwhile, the cultivation world of the West was weak and isolated, forced to band together for survival.

However, times change and the world shifts. Since Earth entered the Dharma-ending Age, many powerful beings from the East have traveled to the stars, instantly reversing the balance of power between the two sides. More importantly, the Western cultivation world, with its unique faith-based cultivation system, has thrived in an environment devoid of spiritual energy.

They can gather the power of faith from all living beings to cultivate a few exceptionally strong individuals, while the cultivation world in the Eastern Lands gradually declines and eventually falls into a predicament of being suppressed.

Since ancient times, the cultivation world in China has been filled with numerous sects. The Taoist sects have branched out into more than a hundred schools. Even the Three Pure Ones lineage, which is revered, is merely the result of compromises among various sects.

Not to mention the fact that demon forces also occupied a region, and the various forces checked and balanced each other, thus failing to form a unified belief system.

In contrast, the Western spiritual community has revered a single pantheon since ancient times, with a pure and focused faith.

Their path of cultivation relies on the power of the will of sentient beings, and in this degenerate age, they thrive, able to gather the faith of sentient beings to cultivate a few exceptionally strong individuals.

Lin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the excited crowd. A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and pressed down, and the hall immediately quieted down.

"I am very pleased by your enthusiasm. However, we do not need your assistance in dealing with the Westerners."

Lin Yu spoke calmly, saying that apart from the lost ancestral artifacts of the Central Plains, there was little else that could attract him.

Inviting a thousand cultivators from the Central Plains was merely to let them witness his strength firsthand, so as to completely dispel any improper thoughts they might have.

As for how much these people will gain in the future, that depends on their own fate. After all, once those top Western experts are gone, no one else can stop the crowd present.

"Master Lin, wait!" Several senior Daoist elders hurriedly advised, "The three great holy lands of the West have profound foundations. Not only do they have great supernatural beings cultivated with the power of faith, but there are also rumors of ancient gods lying in wait, and they may even possess sacred artifacts."

The old Taoist priests were worried, fearing that this newly appointed saint would underestimate the enemy and act rashly. They took turns listing various rumors from the West.

Jinling suddenly jumped out from behind Lin Yu, her delicate face full of disdain: "You frogs in a well, how could you know how powerful our master is!"

With her hands on her hips, she said in a clear voice, "This mere Western cultivation world, let alone my master taking action, I alone could sweep it all away!"

Only then did everyone in the hall notice the four seemingly innocent and carefree children. They had been standing quietly behind Lin Yu, and everyone assumed they were just ordinary Taoist disciples.

As soon as Jinling spoke, a suffocating pressure suddenly erupted from the four little ones. The cultivators present turned pale, as if they had fallen into an abyss, and even their breathing froze.

"Sage Lin, who are these four...?" Kunlun Sect Master Xuechen asked tremblingly, his hand holding the whisk almost shaky. The aura of the four little ones was even more terrifying than the ancient ferocious beasts he had sensed in the Kunlun Forbidden Land.

"It's alright, it's alright." Lin Yu waved his hand, looking at the somewhat uncomfortable crowd. "It's normal for children to act up, you don't need to pay attention to them. I'll capture the Western Cultivation World right here and retrieve my Central Plains Ancestral Artifact."

As he was speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and threw a punch.

“Bang!”

The heavens and earth trembled violently, the void shattered, and everyone present felt disoriented, their vision going black. When they regained their senses, they saw a passage piercing through the heavens and earth appear beneath Lin Yu's fist, leading straight to the depths of the Western Lands, with many images flashing by.

In less than a breath, the image froze. On the horizon, a colossal city, as if cast from black gold, shimmered with a cold, eerie metallic luster, radiating a holy glow, solemn and sacred.

Ancient trees tower outside the city, and wild beasts roar, as if the ancient wilderness has been recreated, a world completely different from the mortal world.

"This is the sacred land of the Western Lands?" Daoist Qi Ri's Adam's apple bobbed, feeling so insignificant for the first time in a thousand years.

Lin Yu remained calm as he intertwined his hands to create a magnificent portal, which, upon appearing, traversed the endless void and descended directly above the black holy city.

"boom--"

The gates swung open, and boundless divine light descended. Under the illumination of this divine light, the colossal black city, known as the "Holy City of the West," finally revealed its true form.

The city walls are as majestic as mountains, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, reaching thousands of feet high and stretching for hundreds of miles. The entire city is more like a blessed land enclosed by the walls, with numerous temples, ancient mountains reaching the sky, and giant trees supporting the heavens, exuding a pure ancient Taoist charm.

Outside the city, the wilderness stretches endlessly, with ancient medicinal herbs growing in abundance, boundless mountains and rivers, ancient vines like dragons, and the cries of monkeys and roars of tigers.

Cultivators came and went in droves, and each one of them was no ordinary person; otherwise, they would never have been able to enter this place.

(End of this chapter)