Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 452 Sitting and Watching the Trees
Seeing the enormous palace crashing down in his direction, the Taoist priest's face showed obvious surprise.

He immediately tried to turn his body, attempting to move out of the package.

But Daoist Yongli immediately discovered that Lin Jiang's sleeves were covered with chaotic qi techniques, which almost formed a shield, forcibly binding him to this place.

The consequences of Lin Jiang's actions were also very obvious.

If he wanted the statue to fall on him, he certainly wouldn't be able to move.

This method of sharing life and death truly startled Daoist Yongli.

"You want to die with me?"

"It's still uncertain whether I'll die."

Lin Jiang chuckled twice.

He knew very well that what Daoist Yongli said was the truth.

With his current wealth and skills, Lin Jiang could indeed be considered a hero in Daxing. If Tianmian's aura were taken into account, even if Zhao Liulang fought Lin Jiang, Lin Jiang believed that he could suppress the opponent simply by relying on his superior strength.

but,

This is at best a case of great force causing bricks to fly.

Faced with someone of similar strength but with a significantly more refined method, could Lin Jiang defeat them?
The answer is clearly no.

What can be done then?

It seems that taking a risky approach is the only option left.

Seeing that the palace behind him had already collapsed, Daoist Yongli finally frowned.

"Why is that so?"

Lin Jiang remained silent.

"We've already come this far, why insist on doing this?"

Lin Jiang remained silent.

"This is at most an avatar projected from my consciousness. Is it worth risking your own life to fight this avatar?"

A barely perceptible trace of agitation crept into the artifact of the Eternal Departure Daoist:

"And even if you kill this avatar, what will happen to my soul outside? If even you die, the legacy of the Celestials will be completely interrupted, and then you will have no way out. I may still need some time, but my soul has already begun to approach the coffin, and one day, I will be able to return to my body."

“But at least I bought some time.” Lin Jiang finally spoke: “It will take more than a hundred years for your soul to reach the coffin. Although it is not a long time, they will definitely be able to find another way in these years.”

"...Placing our hopes on future generations?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"..."

The Taoist priest finally stopped struggling.

The last palace that fell from the distant sea also hit his back.

The magnificent palace enveloped the figure, and fiery red light ignited at its surrounding boundaries as it crashed into the celestial body created by the celestial beings.

The palace ruins erupted in a burst of brilliant light the instant they touched the sun's corona.

Like waves on the ocean.

The intense heat licked at every brick and stone of the palace. The materials that once contained the essence of Taoism were now like glass thrown into a furnace, twisting, melting, and vaporizing in the blazing white flames.

Along with them came the physical bodies of Lin Jiang and Yongli Daoren.

Under the immense impact, their protective spells seemed to fail, and flames began to scorch their bodies.

Large patches of golden marks emerged beneath Lin Jiang's skin, while Yongli Daoist was enveloped in wisps of mist.

Ultimately, the building crashed completely onto the sun.

Large swaths of Qi scattered in all directions like shooting stars.

……

In a hazy, dreamlike state, Lin Jiang felt as if he were having a very, very long dream.

In the dream, he did not choose to stay, but instead chose to obey the words of the Taoist Master Yongli and leave.

As promised, Daoist Yongli told Lin Jiang the location of his hometown and how to get back.

Lin Jiang collected twelve stars in the boundless sea of ​​stars, arranged them in a specific order, and then ignited them with his Qi. A large gate naturally appeared in the middle of the ignited stars.

A door that leads to his original hometown.

Lin Jiang returned to his hometown with this strength, where he met his parents and his original relatives.

He was indeed missing for a year, and his family searched for him for a year. When they were reunited, they wept uncontrollably.

Of course, this deep sorrow eventually came to an end, and Lin Jiang and his companions displayed their newly acquired power.

After that, Lin Jiang did not choose to openly display his power, but instead chose to remain hidden and use this Taoist sect to benefit himself more safely.

Gradually, he used the method to gain money, status, and power in his hometown.

He made slight modifications to the Taoist practices he cultivated and then spread these methods throughout the world.

His original hometown gradually transformed into a place where many magical techniques could be practiced, and the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing the overall structure and overall situation) began to undergo many different changes under his influence.

This dream was very long, yet very short. Lin Jiang felt as if he had only experienced it for a moment, and then it vanished in the blink of an eye.

As he was enjoying everything he could have in his dream, the intense heat coming from behind him made him open his eyes.

Lin Jiang woke up.

He blankly pushed himself up from the ground, feeling intense pain in his back and head, as well as a burning sensation throughout his body.

Looking around carefully, he found that the area was now littered with debris from buildings. The palace that had fallen from the sky was now a scene of utter devastation, with most of the structure burned to ashes by the sun's flames. Only a few core structures, still imbued with Daoist principles, remained relatively intact.

And right beneath that boulder, half a body was burning fiercely.

The flesh and blood of that body had been completely burned into bones, and the head had become a skeleton, blackened by the flames.

But within that skeleton, there was still a pair of eyes, staring intently at Lin Jiang.

"you're awake."

The voice of the Eternal Daoist, unchanged, rang out, startling Lin Jiang, who immediately went into battle mode.

But as soon as he moved, intense pain shot through his entire body.

Looking down, he saw that his body was also mostly burned by the flames.

The skin had completely disappeared, and the flesh had turned into a carbon paste. Internal organs could be vaguely seen emerging from within, gleaming with a golden light.

His body is extremely weak now. Let alone rushing over to fight against the Daoist Yongli, whose life and death are uncertain and whose methods are unknown, if he doesn't leave the sun as soon as possible, Lin Jiang will probably be burned to ashes by the flames.

But Lin Jiang is now hesitant to make any rash moves.

For someone with cultivation at Yongli's level, as long as they haven't completely passed away, they are practically indistinguishable from someone in perfect condition.

I put in all my strength to deliver such a blow, but in the end it seems to have had little effect.

After all, this is not a real star, and its interior is not liquid, but a solid like crystal. Although the flames above are towering, they are still far from the real sun.

To truly kill someone of such skill, I'm still lacking the necessary finesse.

However, the expected attack did not come, and Yongli, lying on the sun, seemed to be exhausted.

He looked up at the sky, at a floating rock still drifting among the distant stars.

There was a tree growing there, drifting along with the border sea.

"Why didn't you just smash the entire palace down?"

Yongli asked in an extremely calm tone.

It was as if the two were not on this blazing fireball, but rather on a pleasant afternoon, sitting on a carved wooden bench, chatting about the weather like two friends who had met by chance.

Lin Jiang stared intently at Yong Li.

Yongli has been burned so badly that he has no facial muscles left, and his eyelids have long since turned into charcoal in the flames. In his current state, he can't even see the other person's expression.

Staring intently at this half of Eternal Departure, it even felt like watching some kind of grotesque movie.

But for some reason, Lin Jiang just felt...

Yongli simply wanted to chat.

I have no other thoughts. I don't want to fight, I don't want to lecture, I don't want anything.

Just chatting.

So Lin Jiang dragged his tired body, enduring the heat and pain, to Yong Li's side.

He simply sat down with Yongli on the sun, amidst the ever-burning, blazing flames, watching the tree floating in the sky.

"That was the core that controls the rotation of the sun and moon. If that thing is destroyed, the person in the coffin is beyond saving."

"That's it."

"I've never actually seen this scene before, and I never thought I would see it." Lin Jiang also wanted to say a few more words: "Indeed, I've never had your level of expertise, and there are many things I haven't seen. Your perspective is indeed lacking."

"Someone like you is already quite rare."

Yongli paused for a moment after saying this, and placed his only remaining movable left hand on his chest.

With a gentle push, his entire left hand pressed directly into his chest cavity.

The next moment, he took out a circular, pulsating source of Qi.

Lin Jiang turned his head to look at the source of Qi.

This energy is subtly resonating with the energy within Lin Jiang's body.

like……

It's Tianmian!
"My current physical body is failing. If my Qi source is incomplete, I will not be able to activate the Divine City Summoning Formation."

Yongli's tone remained completely unchanged:
“Take it back down here. My soul will find you again sooner or later, but before that, there are some of my memories inside. I hope you will look at it carefully before making a decision.”

Lin Jiang remained silent for a long time.

"You won't accept it? If you don't, you might have to perish in this sea of ​​fire with me."

"You have a truly awful temper."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Lin Jiang finally reached out and grasped the ball of Qi in his hand.

Only after seeing this scene did Yongli finally smile.

His mangled body completely dissipated into ashes, disappearing into the flames in mid-air.

Lin Jiang sighed softly.

He stood up, reached out and beckoned to the giant tree in the sky, and his body flew directly in that direction.

Arriving beside the giant tree, I leaned against its top and looked down at the world below, where the starry sea had vanished, and everything seemed to have returned to peace.

It's time for him to go back.

Return to that place where someone is still waiting for you.

(End of this chapter)