Chapter 62: 【That Year, the Four Extremes Seized the Imperial Weapon】 (Bonus Chapter!)

Lin Xian utilized the Five Thunders Orthodox Method, supplemented by the Demon Emperor’s essence blood and medicinal herbs, to break through the Dao Palace realm and charge into a brand-new world.

In this realm, every movement he made was filled with Daoist techniques, finally possessing a bit of the demeanor of an immortal; the previous Sea of Bitterness realm felt more like that of a martial artist.

There are no years in the mountains, and a thousand years have passed in the world. As Lin Xian’s cultivation grew daily and stabilized at the first heaven of the Dao Palace, a piece of bad news arrived.

"The Ji family, which has been passed down since the Desolate Ancient era, is showing signs of movement. We suspect they may be about to make a move against us."

Yan Ruyu personally visited to inform Lin Xian and discuss a solution.

"This matter is easy; what is a mere Ji family worth worrying about?"

Lin Xian smiled indifferently, his chest filled with confidence as he said, "Let the Desolate Ancient family come!"

A glimmer of brilliance appeared in Yan Ruyu’s eyes, and she couldn't help but ask, "What method do you have?"

"Go quickly to the western border of the valley and invite the Heavenly Pivot Saint!" Lin Xian said without a moment's hesitation.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Old Madman has not yet entered Nirvana and seclusion, we must quickly have this Saint step forward to exert the great deterrence of an Imperial Weapon. Only then can the descendants of the Green Emperor and the Heavenly Pivot Sacred Land gain a foothold on the Eastern Wasteland.

The foundation of a Saint and an Ultimate Imperial Weapon—these two things are like nuclear weapons to a Sacred Land or a great family. You may not use them, but you absolutely cannot be without them.

Losing one would cause them to decline into a third-rate force; once both are lost, then destruction is not far off.

"A Saint wielding an Imperial Weapon to strike." Yan Ruyu whispered, murmuring, "I fear it will sink the Eastern Wasteland."

"The Big Dipper is sturdy enough; even a Quasi-Emperor cannot break it." Lin Xian shook his head, his expression solemn. "Our goal is not to pierce through a Desolate Ancient family, but to exert deterrence—to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, to serve as a warning to others!"

This battle requires the Old Madman to display the majesty of an Ultimate force so that it can deter other great sects and Sacred Lands, preventing them from stifling geniuses and heroes.

"Good!" Yan Ruyu also nodded decisively. A figure like a fairy also possesses thunderous methods; otherwise, she would be unable to govern an Imperial lineage.

Lin Xian’s orders were passed down, and the entire lineage of the Green Emperor began to turn like a precision machine. The younger generation of the demon race was escorted away to seek refuge with a great demon expert.

The older generation of the demon race remained behind to act as bait, luring the Ji family’s experts step by step into the trap, drawing the enemy deep.

Both groups fought and retreated until they reached a desolate ridge in the west of the State of Wei. The mountain range was endless, with very little vegetation, mostly scorched earth. Legend has it that a heaven-shaking battle occurred here in ancient times, turning it into a barren land.

Scattered stones, scorched earth, broken mountains... all told of the desolation and silence of this ancient battlefield.

"My Divine Body has just been formed. Hearing that the descendants of the Demon Emperor are here, I have come specifically to challenge you."

The Ji family had many experts, sealing off all four directions. A man in purple robes fluttered, like a god descending to earth. He looked to be only about twenty years old, his eyes as bright as stars. He stood with his hands behind his back, blocking the way alone.

"The Ji family’s Divine King Body, Ji Haoyue!"

The demon experts’ pupils constricted, filled with wariness. In an era where the Dao is difficult, a single Divine King Body is the foundation for a Desolate Ancient family to roam freely. A Great Accomplishment Divine King exerts pressure on the world for four thousand years; he is invincible.

Divine blood flows within the bodies of the Desolate Ancient families, ensuring that there is no gap between generations.

"Our Highness is unwell and cannot fight. Please reschedule your challenge for another day," a Four Extremes expert of the demon race said in a deep voice.

Ji Haoyue said indifferently, "Since that is the case, I will not force it. Please leave the Demon Emperor’s weapon behind. Since my Divine Body was formed, there are few divine weapons in the world that I fancy; I lack a handy weapon."

"That’s right, that’s right." A crisp, melodious voice came, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate. A young girl in purple robes giggled, "With the Divine Body newly formed, only the Demon Emperor’s weapon is worthy of it."

"Leave the Imperial Weapon?"

"As expected of the Big Dipper; this year, Four Extremes experts want to seize the Green Emperor’s weapon."

Suddenly, a leisurely voice rang out. A youth of fifteen or sixteen years old arrived, stepping with strange footwork, and teased, "It seems that this time, you don't have a great expert by your side."

The Ji family members’ pupils shrank. The youth’s realm was not high, only at the Dao Palace level, but his figure was ethereal, and his footwork was mysterious; it was very difficult to capture his position.

"Whether we do or not, what does it have to do with you!" The girl in purple robes waved her pink fist. "This time, you demon race will surely lose."

"You answer my question first." Lin Xian smiled slightly and asked, "Does the head of your Ji family know about this operation?"

"Do you want to use the family head to pressure us?" Ji Haoyue said indifferently, "I am determined to obtain the Demon Emperor’s weapon."

"In other words, the high-level members of the Ji family don't know about this operation at all."

Lin Xian clapped his hands and laughed, saying with regret, "Young people, still too young."

"Can you only rely on your sharp tongue?"

Ji Haoyue’s indifference carried a hint of disdain. For a true expert, the Great Dao is only in their hands.

Night fell suddenly, dim and dark. Behind him, a blue sea surged, as if a bright moon were pressing down, shedding holy silver radiance. The aura of the young Divine King forced the Four Extremes experts to retreat, temporarily avoiding his edge.

"The Moon Rises Above the Sea!" Everyone exclaimed, recognizing this phenomenon.

The Four Extremes retreated, but Lin Xian did not. Although he was alone, his aura covered the mountains and rivers, his steps trod upon the universe, and he firmly occupied the upper hand. Instead of retreating, he advanced, rushing toward the Ji family’s Divine King Body, and shouted, "Ji Haoyue, do you recognize this technique?!"

"Technique?"

Ji Haoyue was slightly stunned, looking at Lin Xian in confusion. He saw him point one finger to the sky and one to the earth, take seven steps forward, perform a great lion’s roar, and say loudly, "Heaven! Pivot! Saint! Hand!"

A palm wind brushed past, like a gentle breeze slapping Ji Haoyue’s face, blowing his hair.

For a moment, the Divine King Body Ji Haoyue just wanted to laugh and ask, "Brother, are you here to be funny?"

The speed was okay, but the attack power...

"Brother... brother, there is someone behind you."

However, the next second, Ji Haoyue’s goosebumps rose. Behind him came the girl’s terrified voice.

An old man with white hair, looking somewhat insane, had one hand resting on Ji Haoyue’s shoulder.

In an instant, all the Ji family experts broke into a cold sweat, because they hadn't sensed the old man’s approach in the slightest. This was simply unbelievable.

"Let go of the Young Master!"

A Ji family expert shouted and charged up. However, before he could even get close to the Old Madman, the old man just raised his eyes.

The Ji family experts within his gaze all turned into ashes and dissipated with the wind.

A Saint can blow up a star; they are separated by a dimension from the life level of ordinary cultivators.

Lin Xian smiled slightly. The so-called supreme divine ability, the Heavenly Pivot Saint Hand, was truly summoning a Saint’s great hand.

He, Lin Mou, does not play with fakes; he is always real.

"I announce that you are surrounded by me." Lin Xian chuckled and directed the crowd, "Ye Fan, go and grab that little moon too. We are going to the Ji family to demand a ransom!"