Chapter 143: Meeting the Taboo Senior Again, Xiao Buwen!

"Retain a sliver of True Spirit, then... sacrifice everything!"

After Yuan An Zhi Shen finished speaking, his terrifying appearance was unusually calm, as if what he had just uttered was merely an insignificant murmur.

Subsequently, her body gradually became ethereal, surrounded by deep white mist, and a resolute, cold light flickered in her profound eyes. The surrounding space began to distort, as if unable to withstand the fluctuations of this power. A faint yet exceptionally bright ray of spiritual light slowly overflowed from her chest and merged into Lin Potian's body!

Originally, under the manipulation of the Holy Emperor, Lin Potian's body already possessed the equivalent of one body and two souls with Yuanhuan zhi Shen. Now that Yuanhuan zhi Shen had voluntarily sacrificed herself, that level of empowerment had reached an unimaginable degree!

"Ah... roar!"

Lin Potian's tiger-like body shook violently in an instant, his aura surging and billowing, rising and rising and rising!

His Original Force cultivation surged all the way, reaching the peak of God Monarch in almost the blink of an eye!

Yet this also had a drawback: his Immortal Power cultivation could not keep up with his Original Force at all, making it very difficult to coordinate in the later stages!

"Try to suppress it; I cannot break through to God Venerable directly!"

Lin Potian made a decision in an instant, using all his strength to suppress this breakthrough in his Divine Path cultivation.

Furthermore, Lin Potian did not forget the matter of helping the Holy Emperor take on a human form; he intercepted a piece of Yuanhuan zhi Shen's flesh and blood that possessed the most reproductive vitality, preserving it to cast a body for the Holy Emperor later.

And after Yuanhuan zhi Shen's sacrifice, her true appearance slowly revealed itself; she was actually an extremely sweet woman, no longer the terrifying figure from before!

Her figure was graceful, her long hair like a waterfall, gently draping over her shoulders and shimmering with a faint silver glow. Her face was as gentle as peach blossoms in spring, a soft smile carried between her brows and eyes. She wore a dress of flowing, iridescent gauze, the hem swaying gently with the breeze, emitting a dreamlike luster.

Her eyes looked toward Yuan An Zhi Shen, and she smiled faintly: "Husband, I have come to accompany you. To be together in this way is actually quite beautiful."

"One day, we will both be resurrected!"

Yuan An Zhi Shen's tone was resolute; clearly, he had his own methods.

"Good, I believe you." Yuanhuan zhi Shen smiled sweetly.

Subsequently, the two deities nodded at each other and exchanged no further words; everything was understood without speaking. The two True Spirits, now reduced to their final slivers, submerged into Lin Potian's body one after another and fell into slumber.

Boom!

"Suppress it for me!"

Lin Potian opened his eyes abruptly. The Original Force was simply too surging; if he did not use the excess directly, he could not suppress it at all. He immediately stood up, took a step forward, and used all the excess Original Force to cross the distance of these final three steps!

"Got it!"

Zhong Lin was so moved she shed tears. All her trump cards had been played, and fortunately, she saw that Lin Potian had already obtained the Wind-Fixing Bead!

Whoosh...

The wind seemed to have stopped.

The moment Lin Potian grasped the Wind-Fixing Bead in his palm, the hurricane that had been raging wildly and without restraint suddenly encountered an invisible barrier, one after another lowering their flags and silencing their drums, retracting their arrogant flames!

The gale gradually subsided, turning from violent to gentle, and finally transformed into wisps of breeze that brushed softly against Lin Potian's cheeks.

The Wind-Fixing Bead emitted a warm, moist light in his palm, like a tiny sun, illuminating the surrounding space.

The excess Original Force in Lin Potian's body was also almost completely exhausted from taking those three steps, and what remained was used by Lin Potian to repair his injuries; his flesh and blood were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His cultivation also reached a new height at this moment...

Quasi-God Venerable!

If he were in the Immortal Domain, Lin Potian might have broken one cultivation record after another!

Because although the Endless Divine Land and the Immortal Domain have different cultivation systems and different realms, the level of each tier is actually about the same; a Quasi-God Venerable is equivalent to a Quasi-Immortal Venerable!

Such a young Quasi-Immortal Venerable, if not the last, is at least the first in history!

"Lin Potian, you are only a little over one hundred and ten thousand years old this year, yet you have reached this height. This strength is already unprecedented, and I fear it will be very difficult for anyone to come after you." Zhong Lin's beautiful eyes flickered as she made the most objective evaluation.

Hearing this, Lin Potian remained silent. He knew a saying well: when the time comes, heaven and earth provide strength; when luck arrives, all things move in unison. This rapid rise today might just be because some great battle in the future requires him to participate.

Opportunity is always accompanied by high risk.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Throwing the Wind-Fixing Bead to Zhong Lin and taking back the fragments into the Heaven-Connecting Order to let it absorb them on its own, Lin Potian walked down step by step, the Huangjin Jieti paving the way. He stared at Zhong Lin and said in a deep voice:

"Now, can you tell me your identity?"

"Yuanhuan zhi Shen and Yuan An Zhi Shen doing so much shouldn't have anything to do with me, but rather out of consideration for you, right?"

Lin Potian was very clear that his relationship with Yuan Huan and Yuan An was more of a partnership, and could such a relationship make Yuanhuan zhi Shen willing to sacrifice herself?

Clearly, that was impossible.

As he finished speaking, Zhong Lin gave a bitter smile for a moment, shook her head, and held her forehead as she spoke: "It seems I still couldn't hide it from you. A large part of the reason they did this is indeed because I am here, but I cannot tell you my identity yet."

"At least not now, but you only need to remember that I will not be your enemy, and that is enough."

Lin Potian's gaze sharpened. He did not need such an answer, and he had had enough of such riddles. Changing the subject, he asked in a deep voice: "Fine, since you won't say, I won't force you, but I only want to ask two questions. With your mysterious identity, perhaps you will know!"

"Ask whatever you wish; as long as I can speak of it, I will tell you." Zhong Lin nodded, a smile on her face—a smile from the heart, not out of politeness.

Because the memories of her past life and the memories of this life had merged into one, affecting Zhong Lin too deeply; she held deep feelings for Lin Potian.

One could even say... a secret crush!

"First, is that God of Gods truly my biological father?"

"Second, is he good or evil, and what kind of person is he?"

Lin Potian took a deep breath. These were the only two questions he wanted to ask most; everything else could be set aside for the moment.

Zhong Lin did not hesitate, the answer to the first question spilling out immediately: "He is indeed your father, without a doubt! And his true name..."

Zhong Lin paused, fearing she might be detected, and used sound transmission to say: "His true name is Lin Dong!"

"Lin Dong..."

Lin Potian's mind was shaken violently. He recited the name several times, engraving it deeply into his memory.

Yet why, upon finding his biological father, did he not feel much joy?

Lin Potian fell into deep thought; perhaps it could only be blamed on... finding him too late.

"As for the second question, you might feel that I have a suspicion of slandering or smearing him, but what I say is the truth. If you insist on hearing it, I can tell you."

When answering Lin Potian's second question, Zhong Lin actually sought his opinion!

"No matter, speak freely!"

Lin Potian spoke immediately, mainly because all the evidence now pointed to his cheap father being a villain; if he could get further confirmation from the now-mysterious Zhong Lin, it would be enough to prove that even if he wasn't rotten to the core, he certainly wasn't on the side of justice!

Tall trees attract the wind, and flies do not bite seamless eggs!

"Since you want to hear it, then I will tell you." Zhong Lin parted her red lips slightly and spoke via voice transmission:

"Lin Dong, he is the most evil person in this world; no one is more indifferent, more heartless, more cruel, or more selfish than him! If it weren't for him, the Endless Divine Land would not have become like this, but would have been a Divine Domain capable of standing alongside the Immortal Domain!"

"If it weren't for him, the Twelve Pillar Gods would not have fallen apart; five turned into Original Beasts, three died and vanished, and like this God of Wind, turned into a Forbidden Zone!"

"As for the remaining four, he turned them into his most loyal servants, guarding the four great domains, while he alone sat firmly in the Central Province, enjoying all the incense and the Original Force of the world, and this... is your father—Lin Dong!"

The more Zhong Lin spoke, the more agitated she became, her face flushed with anger and her pink fists clenched tightly; seeing that Lin Potian was already stunned, she composed her emotions and said softly, "Apologies, I lost my composure."

After these words, Lin Potian did not react at all, standing in place as if he had become a fool; he truly could not digest what Zhong Lin had just said for a moment; if what she said was true, then his biological father was an out-and-out demon!

Although he would not acknowledge him, Lin Potian still could not accept that his biological father was such a person!

Bang...!

Lin Potian rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground...

"Lin Potian, what is wrong with you?"

Seeing this, Zhong Lin was startled and hurried over to support him, but the latter was like someone in a dead sleep, unable to be woken no matter how she called him.

The truth was indeed so; Lin Potian's consciousness gradually grew dim, drifting toward an unknown place; it seemed he had a dream?

In the dream, he saw a towering figure with his back to the masses; Lin Potian rubbed his eyes and immediately exclaimed, "Senior Xiao, it's you!"

After many years, Lin Potian saw the owner of the Tongtian Tower and the Tongtian Token again, the senior who had taught him the Red Dust Immortal cultivation method and the Great Saint Heaven Emperor Art—Xiao Buwen!

But this time it was different; this towering figure with his back to the masses actually turned his head!

This was also the first time Lin Potian had seen the true face of Xiao Buwen!