Chapter 805

"Not good!"

Ye Lin's face changed abruptly; he knew that the Emperor's Flag would be fierce after being repaired, but he hadn't expected it to be this fierce, actually punching a hole in the heavenly tribulation.

"Wind is tight, pull out!"

Ye Lin put away the Emperor's Flag and started running without hesitation.

He knew with his butt that such a large-scale thunder cloud must have attracted the attention of a bunch of people; he didn't want to become the public enemy of the continent.

And the moment a gap appeared in the tribulation clouds that pressed down for millions of miles, those old monsters who had been paying attention to the situation here noticed it immediately.

"Hmm? An anomaly has appeared in that thunder cloud in the Eastern Profound?"

"Wait! Is this old man's eyes playing tricks on him? I just seemed to see that there is a person in the center of the tribulation cloud!"

"It doesn't seem to be eyes playing tricks; I saw it too... and it seems to be a little guy who is only at the Great Perfection of the Dongyou Realm?"

"That thunder tribulation has been striking for ten years, and that is a thunder tribulation with Purple Heaven Divine Thunder; how could a low cultivation level like Dongyou survive? That thing is probably not a human!"

"Perhaps we can contact the Ancient Hall of Heavenly Secrets and ask them to make a deduction..."

Even though Ye Lin had run fast enough, he was still inevitably glimpsed by those old monsters.

And when Ye Lin ran to the periphery of the heavenly tribulation, his face turned green instantly.

There were tens of thousands of cultivators guarding outside the heavenly tribulation, and every one of them was extremely powerful.

Ye Lin even saw hundreds of existences not weaker than Granny Elder Kuanglong.

Ye Lin's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly; even if he still had an Escape Immortal Talisman in his hand, he couldn't run out under the eyes of these cultivators; he didn't even trust his Great Void Art.

As soon as the heavenly tribulation dissipated, catching Ye Lin would be as simple as catching a turtle in a jar for them.

"Haha, I'm dead."

Ye Lin had no other way and could only choose to die on the spot.

He directly used a Disintegration Great Art and dissipated between heaven and earth.

In the current situation, this was his only way to avoid the search and arrest of those great experts.

Sure enough, the moment the heavenly tribulation dissipated, powerful divine senses began to sweep in all directions like they were free, conducting a carpet-style search.

Under these circumstances, not even an ant could run out under the eyes of these great experts.

"Nothing? How is that possible?"

"Search carefully! It's impossible for there to be nothing; such a terrifying heavenly tribulation lasted for a full ten years; it must have been a heaven-defying object that was not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao!"

"Don't let anyone leave here; perhaps it was hidden by someone with ulterior motives!"

These top experts were wary of each other, afraid that someone had found the heaven-defying supreme treasure and secretly hidden it to leave.

And just when they were searching carefully, they also received news from the ancestors of their respective sects.

When they heard that there was a person deep in the center of the heavenly tribulation, everyone's face showed a look of astonishment, and even some horror.

Such a terrifying heavenly tribulation, could someone really survive in it for ten years? This is probably a horror story...

Time is like the object of one's secret love in youth; before one can say the words hidden in the bottom of one's heart, it hurries away.

After Ye Lin died, the cultivation experts gathered here dug three feet into the Withered Bone Wasteland, looking for that heaven-defying object that triggered the heavenly tribulation.

This search lasted for three years.

The ground of the Withered Bone Wasteland was plowed once and became extremely fertile.

After mortals moved here in later generations, whatever they planted in the fields grew very well; they called the land of the Withered Bone Wasteland a gift from Heaven, and the Withered Bone Wasteland was officially renamed the Land of Life.

Unfortunately, in these three years, those cultivators looking for things gained nothing.

As the search time grew longer, they even began to suspect each other whether the heaven-defying object had been secretly obtained by the other party.

In the blink of an eye, another three years passed; having gained nothing for such a long time, those cultivators backed by major forces had lost their patience and left this place, not wanting to waste time here anymore.

Instead, some loose cultivators gathered here to start treasure hunting, wanting to pick up leaks.

A man with triangular eyes and a wine-red nose held a compass, following the direction of the pointer, searching carefully on the Withered Bone Wasteland.

His name was Fang Fang Yuanliang, a genuine loose cultivator with cultivation at the Dongyou Realm; he usually made a living by picking up leaks and the like.

He had waited nearby until all the cultivators from the major sects had retreated before coming here.

And the compass in his hand was a supreme treasure he found when digging up someone else's ancestral grave.

This thing only had one ability, but this ability was extremely heaven-defying.

That is, it could find what he wanted to find based on luck.

"Hiss, strange, the compass doesn't turn here; it should be nearby..."

Fang Fang Yuanliang muttered in a low voice, not daring to alarm others.

After all, his strength couldn't be considered top-notch among so many treasure hunters.

Just when Fang Fang Yuanliang was puzzled, a figure slowly condensed behind him.

A trace of confusion appeared in Ye Lin's eyes; he didn't even know how long he had been dead.

Seeing someone in front, Ye Lin reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, buddy."

"Ghost!"

Fang Fang Yuanliang was so scared that he jumped up directly; he had clearly observed that there was no one nearby just now, why did a living person suddenly pop up behind him?

"Don't be afraid, buddy, I have no malice; what year of the Immortal Calendar is it in the age of end-of-law?" Ye Lin asked.

"What year of the Immortal Calendar is it now?"

Fang Fang Yuanliang widened his eyes.

This kind of question is as outrageous as someone suddenly stopping you on the street and asking you what year of the Common Era it is.

Fang Fang Yuanliang didn't really want to answer, but considering that the aura Ye Lin emitted was stronger than his, at the Great Perfection of the Dongyou Realm, Fang Fang Yuanliang still answered honestly.

"It is now the year 1159 of the Immortal Calendar in the age of end-of-law."

"1159?"

Ye Lin calculated, and by this count, he had been dead for six years.

Plus the time to repair the Emperor's Flag, he had disappeared for a full sixteen years.

However, thinking of the Emperor's Flag that had been repaired, a smile couldn't help but appear on Ye Lin's face.

This sixteen-year time was completely worth it!

"Fellow Daoist, if you are treasure hunting, go in another direction; I came to this place first," Fang Fang Yuanliang said.

"Sigh, you are being too formal; I didn't come to grab things with you; you are willing to answer my questions, you are a good person, and I am willing to bestow a fortuitous encounter upon you."

Ye Lin showed a kind smile and asked Fang Fang Yuanliang mysteriously.

"Do you want to obtain the power of the Four Saints' Fusion?"

Fang Fang Yuanliang widened his eyes upon hearing this.

On the Changsheng Continent, anything associated with the word "Saint" is, without exception, an extremely heaven-defying existence.

Four Saints' Fusion, could it be the joint inheritance of four Saints?

"What is the Four Saints' Fusion?" Fang Fang Yuanliang asked hurriedly.

Ye Lin cleared his throat, his gaze condensed.

"The eyes of Saint Ke Zhen'e."

"The buttocks of Saint Shiye."

"The limbs of Saint Shang Yang."

"The head of Saint Louis XVI."

"As long as you can withstand the power of these Four Saints, you can be immortal!"