The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

"Junior Uncle, what exactly is that millstone?" Ni Jinxuan asked after Lin Du came over.

Yan Qing stepped ahead of Lin Du and raised his hand wrapped in gauze again. "I once read in an ancient book that in ancient times, there was a cultivator who carried a stone mill every day. Later, he attained enlightenment, and the stone mill incorporated the rules of power, which was called 'Turning the Heavens.' However, it has been lost for a long time. I never expected it to appear in this Heavenly Dao Secret Realm."

Lin Du didn't speak, but asked, "How is it? The wound on your leg hasn't reopened, has it?"

Ni Jinxuan nodded, "It's okay, it'll be fine in half a day. We've already passed several pillars."

Lin Du was relieved upon hearing this, raised his hand to pat her head, and looked up at the inheritance array in the distance.

There is still a tree there, but its canopy stretches and floats out strangely.

Lin Du pondered seriously, "I have a feeling that time and space are about to appear as well as heavenly lightning and gravity. Let's go first. No matter how difficult it is, the six of us can get through it."

The group of six upheld the fine traditions of the Supreme Sect and entered the fifth pillar, where they were met with a howling wind that sent them flying far away.

"Guess what treasure it is this time?" Lin Du was in a relatively relaxed mood.

Yan Qing raised her hand and plunged it into the wind-stabilizing artifact, barely managing to hold it off for a while. "Related to wind, I guess it's... the Flying Blade Horn?"

He activated the magical artifact and determined the origin of the wind.

"Found it!" Yan Qing excitedly held it up. "I feel like my reading skills are now comparable to my junior uncle's!"

Lin Du smiled slightly, "Keep it safe. Your footwork has never been very good. Now that you've incorporated the Flying Horn, your speed should improve."

Yan Qing's smile vanished instantly. "Old Huangli, Junior Uncle, you still remember that!"

The group entered the sixth pillar without any difficulty.

Yan Qing couldn't help but sigh, "Ever since I chose not to follow the rules of the game, entering the secret realm has become much easier. I don't even want to pass through; I just want to take everything down without any pressure."

"That's what they call 'progressing much faster since morality disappeared'," Yuan Ye remarked, turning to his junior uncle. "Don't you think so?"

Lin Du didn't speak immediately, looking at the chaotic and hopeless layout around him. "Don't you think something's wrong?"

"Is something wrong?" Yuan Ye glanced around. "Nothing's wrong, it's just a bit cold? But it seems normal next to you, Junior Uncle."

"This formation is of the Yin nature, neither auspicious nor inauspicious, neither life nor death, so we may not be able to get out and could be trapped to death." Lin Du said, conjuring up the Cold Moon Spirit. "But it doesn't matter, we can just consume its core power."

"This time it's a proper meal, wanna come?"

Han Yueling was already incredibly excited without Lin Du saying a word. Following her own senses, she dashed out like a wild dog, shouting, "Taiyin Power! I'll devour you alive!!"

A quarter of an hour later, the surrounding array illusions dissipated, and a huge beast resembling a snow wolf, but even taller, stronger, and more majestic, appeared before the six members of the Supreme Sect.

The beast was still faintly bathed in the moonlight, its tail was incredibly fluffy in the moonlight, it had three silver stripes on its forehead, and its eyes were bright and piercing. After seeing the group, it raised its front paw and wiped its mouth.

The five people were stunned and instinctively wanted to attack.

Lin Du simply crossed his arms and slightly raised his chin. "Why did you turn out like this? Is it because you look intimidating? Could you add another tail? It would look better that way."

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"I'll eat you alive!" Chu Guanmeng bared her teeth, then roared, "I think it's better to be bigger, because when you're bigger, you'll be eaten more slowly."

Lin Du turned and walked away, saying, "Then walk by yourself, don't get on my shoulder."

With a howl, Chu Guanmeng lunged forward. Under the tense gazes of the Wushang Sect members, who were ready to make a move at any moment, she leaped forward and transformed into a tiny creature, draping herself over Lin Du's shoulder with a thud, becoming a scarf.

Mo Lin, gripping his sword: ...

Yan Qing, who raised his knife: ?

Yuan Ye blurted out, "What strange thing!"

Ni Jinxuan exclaimed, "Is that the little white fluffy ball that Junior Uncle usually carries around?"

"Han Yue Ling doesn't have a specific form; it can become whatever it wants," Lin Du explained. "So most of the time, its cuteness is just an act."

The group all turned to look at Han Yueling, and began to murmur, "Eh..."

Han Yueling was so angry she wanted to bite someone, but Lin Du reacted quickly and summoned the Floating Life Fan. Han Yueling let out a howl and almost broke her teeth.

The seventh pillar is the Yang Formation.

Lin Du sighed, "I thought I could conserve my energy until the very end."

"Do not leave without permission. Stay with me. This formation holds both good and bad fortune, and may even bring life-or-death danger."

As Lin Du spoke, he spread his divine sense, his mind racing for a moment. He then made a plan, and with a flick of his wrist, he struck a spot with the Floating Life Fan. He then twisted the folding fan to open the fan surface, pried open the strange branches in the void, and nimbly stepped to one side. The Floating Life Fan flew out of his hand and towards the other side, catching the core force that was lifted by the lever formed by the branches.

The entire sequence of movements took less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and the surrounding array energy had already dissipated.

Lin Du looked at the lump of something, pondered for a moment, and decided to seal it up and take it back to see who was cultivating the ultimate Yang technique. It wouldn't be good to throw it away, so he packed it up and took it with him. Feeding his own people was the most important thing.

"Only two golden pillars are left!" Ni Jinxuan exclaimed excitedly.

The six people emerged from the pillar and looked at the remaining golden pillar.

"But these last two golden pillars..." Yan Qing thought for a moment, "Junior Uncle, do you think it might be..."

"Time, space." Lin Du raised his eyes. "The Nine Sources of the Heavenly Dao."

"I wonder what kind of test it is?" They were about to release their divine senses to contact the golden pillar when they found that Lin Du did not move.

"Junior Uncle?" Xia Tianwu looked at Lin Du. "What's wrong?"

Lin Du suppressed the strange premonition rising in his heart and pointed to another one, "Let's go with this one first."

None of them objected, "Okay."

As soon as they entered, Yuan Ye's grin vanished. "There are traps! Follow my instructions!"

Arrows flew everywhere, amidst mountains of knives and seas of fire, rolling boulders, and compressed stone slabs—a perilous situation loomed large.

The group of men often joked with each other, but none of them were less skilled than the others.

A flash of light appeared, and the group tumbled and leaped, cooperating with each other, passing through more than a dozen checkpoints in a row, yet it seemed like there was no end in sight.

Yuan Ye's mind raced. In his panic, it was extremely difficult for him to grasp the key points, so he could only try his best to point out each mechanism.

He glanced to one side unintentionally, and the starry sky before him converged into a beautiful, streamlined vortex.

Yuan Ye grumbled inwardly, "If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have been better off just being a musician. Playing the violin would have been nice. These contraptions are such a pain..."

Wait, that sound? I think that was the sound coming from the border crossing.

Almost simultaneously, Yuan Ye and Lin Du shouted, "It's a spatial jump! We've been on this loop mechanism all along!"

"We have to jump out!"

Almost simultaneously, space distorted, and Lin Du's feet suddenly lost their footing, as if he were sinking into a quagmire.

In a moment of extreme tension, Lin Du instinctively pulled everyone into the Cold Moon Secret Realm, determined to save everyone.

The surrounding space shifted, and when she opened her eyes again, she was under a tree.

That tree was half-grown and half-withered, half-alive and half-dead, with yin and yang flowing and wind and thunder surging, as if it existed for everything and contained everything.

However, a person stood quietly under the tree at that moment, wearing a silver mask and a black robe. His figure and face were not clearly visible, only his eyes remained calm and lifeless.

Lin Du staggered for a moment before straightening up, then looked up, rapidly circulating his spiritual energy into the Floating Life Fan. His face wore an almost radiant smile. "Long time no see, Eighth Brother, you're still alive?"