Chapter 75: They

In the mountain forest, Wang Ye stared blankly at the spot where Lin Yu had vanished.

After a moment, he snapped back to himself and gazed at Zhou Sheng’s back, softly asking: “Master’s Senior Ancestor, if I didn’t misread it, that was the Eight Gates Transport Technique, wasn’t it?”

Zhou Sheng murmured: “Mm.”

The Eight Gates Transport is one of the Strange Gate arts, capable of opening spatial passages at the positions of the Eight Gates—Opening, Rest, Life, and so on—allowing objects to shuttle freely between them.

But the problem is, the Eight Gates can only be opened within a Strange Gate formation.

Lin Yu moved instantly using the Eight Gates Transport technique—how vast is his Strange Gate formation?

Wang Ye fell silent for a while, then couldn’t help asking: “Master’s Senior Ancestor, isn’t the correct use of the Wind After Strange Gate supposed to be internal transformation? Why is he using the incorrect external transformation method?”

“… ”

Zhou Sheng, facing away from Wang Ye, spoke in a hazy tone: “When did I ever say external transformation was wrong?”

Wang Ye froze at these words.

Zhou Sheng lifted his head, gazing at the empty sky and murmuring: “Only after seeing him did I realize… there is no true or false distinction between external and internal transformation…”

“We cultivate because we are limited—any external formation, no matter how vast it becomes, will always have an end.”

“An end means a bottleneck. That’s why fixing the Central Palace within the body is the proper path for ordinary mortals like us.”

“But he is different…”

Zhou Sheng gazed at the sky with an expression full of complexity, whispering: “At the moment he established his Central Palace, I seemed to see a Strange Gate formation covering the entire universe—nearly infinite…”

Covering the entire universe?

Is that really possible?

Wang Ye widened his eyes, incredulous.

Zhou Sheng paid no attention to Wang Ye’s reaction.

His eyes gleamed strangely as he kept muttering one word:

“Baiyu Jing…”

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…

Zhou Sheng was not mistaken—but Lin Yu’s Strange Gate formation was not nearly that extravagant.

Human vision has limits; from the ground, the visible sky correlates with height—the lower you are, the smaller your field of view.

Lin Yu’s position was below the cloud layer, so what Zhou Sheng perceived as a universe-spanning Strange Gate formation was merely a hundred kilometers or so.

This range was already astonishing—but to Lin Yu, it was merely the limit of this clone body!

In the Furi Lian world, Lin Yu’s true body closed his eyes and sank his spirit into his inner universe.

In an instant, all changes within the universe appeared clearly in his mind.

With a single thought, things shifted at his will; as his spirit rose and fell, time and space responded—accelerating, slowing, or freezing entirely…

Of course, the Wind After Strange Gate itself was not this powerful.

The true power lay in Lin Yu himself; the Wind After Strange Gate merely gave him clearer awareness of his own authority.

Take an imperfect analogy: before, Lin Yu had relied instinctively on counting with his fingers; now, he had finally mastered Arabic numerals, enabling far more precise and complex calculations.

This insight fed back into his inner universe, granting him control over all transformations within it.

If he wished, he could even manipulate the universe’s rate of evolution, accelerating the birth of stars and galaxies.

With this thought, Lin Yu stirred—and the universe beyond the deep blue barrier began accelerating its evolution.

Soon, this acceleration reached its limit.

Lin Yu calculated: the current maximum time acceleration was roughly five hundred million times.

At this rate, his inner universe would produce its first generation of stars and galaxies in just two or three years!

Thinking of this, Lin Yu smiled, then withdrew his spirit from the inner universe and shifted it to his clone.

After obtaining the Wind After Strange Gate, Lin Yu gained deeper insight into the principles and rules of this world.

This understanding was not solely due to the Wind After Strange Gate—it also came from the Six Storehouse Immortal Thief technique and the methods he had acquired from numerous other extraordinary individuals.

The diverse perspectives of different sects and schools deepened Lin Yu’s grasp of this world’s power system.

Some techniques mentioned in the original novel no longer needed to be acquired—he could now research them himself.

For instance, now, Lin Yu closed his eyes and floated silently ten thousand meters above ground.

Soon, he opened his eyes again—and golden qi-light spread across his body.

“Is this the Golden Light Spell?”

Lin Yu gazed thoughtfully at the golden light on his skin.

In the original novel, the young Zhang Zhiwei once said the Tian Shi Mansion’s Golden Light Spell was not meant to produce a protective golden aura.

Its true purpose was to elevate the cultivator’s entire life and spirit by entering a certain state.

The protective golden aura was merely an accidental byproduct, triggered by rituals and incantations during the process!

In the Nason Island arc, the Western extraordinary person “The Hanged Man” also gained this protective golden aura by adjusting his body and mind to achieve a state of “correctness.”

This proved that anyone could generate golden light, as long as they knew the method and held a righteous heart.

Lin Yu had already witnessed Zhang Chulan’s Golden Light Spell at the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley—he had memorized the qi-circulation method, and now, with a simple attempt, he produced the protective golden aura.

“Interesting…”

Lin Yu smiled; without any visible motion, the golden light on his body swiftly faded and vanished completely.

Having done this, he turned his gaze toward a certain direction.

With the Wind After Strange Gate in hand, next comes the Heaven-Piercing Scroll.

So far, only Lu Jin and Zhang Lingyu possess the Heaven-Piercing Scroll.

The problem is, both the old man and the boy are stubborn—forcing them would mean only soul-searching…

“Then don’t force them. Getting used to soul-searching isn’t good for me.”

Thinking this, Lin Yu decided on another approach—and vanished in a flash from the sky.

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…

Two hours later, Lin Yu met the other four group members, and under San Hao’s guidance, boarded a luxury yacht.

In the opulent cabin, San Hao dismissed all servants and maids, then respectfully approached Lin Yu and the others.

Lin Yu smiled and asked: “What’s the plan now?”

San Hao replied respectfully: “Your Divine Majesty, Er Hao has designated a stretch of sea for the meeting’s security.”

“Once we arrive, his men will come in speedboats to escort me to the ship where the meeting will be held.”

“Throughout the entire process, I cannot bring any personnel—security is entirely Er Hao’s responsibility…”

Lin Yu, intrigued, asked: “You trust Er Hao so completely? Aren’t you afraid he’ll turn on you?”

San Hao explained: “Of course not. Er Hao’s responsibility for security comes with one condition—he forfeits his voting rights in this meeting.”

“Moreover, during the meeting, he must remain alone on a raft, under surveillance from all other vessels—if he makes any hostile move, our people will strike him immediately.”

“That’s reasonable,” Su Haoming nodded, then teased, “But what if he sends a decoy?”

“Impossible,” San Hao shook his head, revealing a spear tattoo on his wrist. “All high-ranking members of the Spear of God bear this tattoo, imbued with oath-binding power—even Er Hao could never forge it.”

“So it’s like a chastity mark, then~”

Xiang Yunye turned to He Jing and asked: “Do you have one?”

He Jing’s face darkened; he shook his head.

Su Haoming teased: “Looks like they never really considered you a high-ranking member!”

“Enough, don’t rub salt in his wounds.”

Lin Yu turned, smiling, and asked San Hao: “Is there anything else noteworthy?”

San Hao thought for a moment, then replied respectfully: “If your goal is to capture alive, you should take down Er Hao first.”

“Why?”

“Because Er Hao possesses a life-monitoring device. If anyone in the meeting loses vital signs, he will immediately attack everyone else.”

Fan Xian frowned: “Won’t that kill him too?”

San Hao shook his head: “No. The device was crafted by one of Yi Hao’s alchemists—it can activate a protective barrier under specific conditions…”

Fan Xian understood: “The specific condition is detecting a loss of vital signs, right?”

San Hao shook his head again: “Only Yi Hao knows the exact trigger. Er Hao only knows the general idea—so he dares not use poison or assassination tactics.”

“If he acts but the barrier doesn’t activate, he dies.”

“And we dare not act against each other either—because if this extreme scenario occurs, Er Hao automatically inherits all of the Spear of God’s assets. That’s something none of us want…”

Su Haoming suddenly understood: “No wonder he’s willing to take such a risk to handle security.”

These were just brief explanations—behind them lay far more complex Boyi and calculations.

In short, to ensure their own safety, these people had exhausted every possible scheme…

As the group reflected, they began reviewing the high-level profiles prepared by San Hao.

Aside from Yi Hao, the true identities of all Spear of God high-ranking members were listed in this document.

Naturally, none of them were ordinary figures—there were tycoons like San Hao, former Stasi directors stationed in West Germany before German reunification, and ex-KGB spymasters, among others.

“They’re all talents!”

Lin Yu and the others exchanged glances, their interest surging.

(End of Chapter)