The Prodigies War
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chapter-1625
“From now on, we have to change our attitude towards Lin Xun...”
Many ancient orthodoxies had realized that the present Lin Xun was no longer the same as before.
He had become an overlord-like figure of the Supreme Saint Stage, the ‘Number One of the Nine Domains Battlefield’ as recognized by all nine domains!
In the entire Ancient Wasteland Domain, throughout the ages, only he had this glory.
“He alone could establish an orthodoxy!”Some Saint-Kings sighed.
Lin Xun might only be at the True Saint Stage now, but his accomplishments in the future would no doubt surpass those of any Saint cultivator!
The word ‘supreme’ was already enough to make many of the True Saints in the Ancient Wasteland Domain bow their heads to him!
“In the past, I snorted with contempt when that kid was regarded as a legend of the world, but now…I can’t deny it anymore!”
“Times have changed. In the future, the Ancient Wasteland Domain will become dominated by the supreme younger generation, and Lin Xun is undeniably the leader among them.”
Similar conversations continued to ferment. As time went by, the entire Ancient Wasteland Domain also learned about Lin Xun’s feats on the Nine Domains Battlefield.
Everyone was shaken by the news, and everyone was discussing Lin Xun!……
Divine Apparatus Pavilion.
Mister Miaoxuan laughed loudly, his joyful laughter resounding through the sky.
His tensed heart finally relaxed completely, and he never felt so at ease, high-spirited, and invigorated.
“Lin Xun! The Number One of the Nine Domains Battlefield!
“Senior brother, you were right. The glimmer of hope in changing the outcome of the Conflict of the Nine Domains indeed lay with him. Your predictions have come true.”
Mister Miaoxuan had always exuded an elegant, gentle, and mellow demeanor, but at this moment, he was laughing without restraint.
He even took a wine jar and started to chug. Then, he shouted, “Tong’er, bring me the book and brush!”
Very quickly, a boy came over and respectfully presented him with the Spring Autumn Brush and the Annals of History.
Mister Miaoxuan sat on the ground, held the brush and swirled it in his hand.
“Three years later, the Conflict of the Nine Domains has come to an end. Lin Xun dominated the battlefield and single-handedly conquered the eight domains…”
Words were flowing out onto the paper. Columns of handwriting like the stamp of the great dao were imprinted on the thick Annals of History.
“This victory is the first of its kind in the history of the Ancient Wasteland Domain, and it wiped away the accumulation of hatred and resentment over the years. With this achievement alone, Lin Xun will be remembered throughout the ages of the Ancient Wasteland Domain…”
Strokes, words, sentences, each were born from emotions, and were written onto the Annals of History by Mister Miaoxuan in one sitting.
He seemed to complete and end it with as much effort as possible. “His merits will live through all eternities, the greatness of Lin Xun!”
He finished writing.
He raised his head and drank hard, laughing heartily.
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While the Ancient Wasteland Domain was stirred up, on the Immortal Sacred Mountain, Lin Xun, Zhao Jingxuan, Toady, A’lu, and the big black bird were exchanging battle merits for Heaven-Bestowed Luck.
Three years ago, their group entered the Nine Domains Battlefield from here.
According to the spirit servant of the Immortal Sacred Mountain, the Ancient Wasteland Badge that was worn by each cultivator had the magical function of storing battle merits for killing enemies. The more enemies one killed, the more battle merits one accumulated.
Battle merits could be exchanged for Heaven-Bestowed Luck.
The Immortal Sacred Mountain was one of the blessed places where great dao luck had gathered since ancient times. It was shrouded in true great dao luck.
When Lin Xun participated in the Little Giants List competition, he had experienced the wonderful benefits of great dao luck on cultivation.
This opportunity should not be wasted.
“I didn’t expect you to actually do something that the past sages never achieved—winning a great victory for the Ancient Wasteland Domain in the Conflict of the Nine Domains.” The spirit servant marveled.
Transformed by the laws of the Immortal Sacred Mountain, he never let his emotions ripple in the slightest, but he also knew very well that this victory was an earth-shattering event for the Ancient Wasteland Domain.
After sighing with emotion, he pointed to the mountain summit in a delighted manner. “A platform sits atop the mountain and by sitting cross-legged on it, one can exchange the Ancient Wasteland Badge in your hand for corresponding great dao luck. Who will go first?”
Before the voice even faded, with a swoosh, the big black bird rushed up and shouted, “I will go first!”
“So shameless!” Toady and A’lu glowered.
The big black bird did not care at all and just seated himself on the platform.
Instantly, invisible waves of great dao energy spread outwards from the Immortal Sacred Mountain.
It was visible even to the naked eye that thousand wisps of magnificent light were sprinkling onto the platform, bathing the big black bird in a sacred glow.
“Is that great dao luck?”
Lin Xun’s expression altered. Luck was always intangible, mysterious and elusive.
But now, the power of the great dao luck transformed into a shower of auspicious light rays, as pure and as illusory as the glow of celestial beings.
It was impossible to sense anything when he tried to investigate closer. It seemed very mysterious.
“Everyone has luck on them. The more talented a person is, the stronger their luck and the greater their harvest on the path of cultivation.
“On the other hand, those with poor luck will not be able to seize an opportunity even if presented in front of them. Even if they do, they unfortunately will not be able to enjoy it.”
The spirit servant explained, “Some cultivators are originally dull-witted people, and if they encounter a great opportunity, it will instead be a misfortune for them.”
“The heavens are so unfair,” Toady lamented.
“When have the heavens ever been fair?”
A’lu said aloud, “For us who cultivate the dao, whether we seek immortality or power that transcends the world, we are basically fighting against the heavens, refusing to accept our fate. Everyone knows that fate and luck have always been closely connected.”
Lin Xun nodded to himself. What Toady and A’lu said is right. Since ancient times, those able to achieve great success on the path of the dao all possessed incredible courage and ambition, believing that they are the master of their own destiny.
It was no exaggeration to say that every step of the cultivation path, from an ordinary person to becoming a Saint, to becoming an Emperor, defied the heavens!
It was just that some people were born with great luck, extraordinary talents, and superior aptitude, while others were as dense as rotten wood.
This was the difference between fate and luck.
The so-called ‘All living beings were created equal’ had always been nothing but a misperception.
Were the born Chosens, fairies and imperial sons equal to the children of Feiyun Village?
The moment that they were born, their destiny was already different!
Before long, the big black bird stumbled down the platform as if he was drunk and mumbled like he was yearning for more, “So this is luck, containing the secrets of heaven and earth, too mysterious to be fathom, too wonderful to be described…”
“Thieving Bird, do you feel anything different?” asked A’lu impatiently.
The big black bird was stunned for a moment, before his eyes regained clarity, and he muttered, “I can’t explain it, but I seemed to feel that I am closer to the great dao of heaven and earth, and there’s a comfortable and pleasant feeling...like I am a fish in water.”
“I’ll go try.”
Toady could not resist anymore and sprinted over.
Soon, wisps of auspicious light formed from great dao luck rushed forth, enveloping Toady.
Zhao Jingxuan took advantage of this moment to ask, “Brother Xun, what are your plans after leaving Immortal Sacred Mountain?”
The big black bird immediately pricked up his ears.
Now that the Conflict of the Nine Domains had come to an end and Lin Xun had become a supreme Saint with his own dharma art, no one in the entire Ancient Wasteland Domain, even Big Saints, could threaten him.
Unless there was a Saint-King!
However, terrifyingly powerful beings such as Saint-Kings would have either gone to the frontline battlefield of the Ancient Wasteland Domain or were in closed-door cultivation. They would not show up in the world unless their clan or sect was at risk of being destroyed.
What would Lin Xun do?
Would he seek revenge from powerful forces such as the Black Nightmare Sky Dog Clan, Heaven Axis Holy Land, Earth Treasury Temple, Sea Soul Clan, and the Golden Crow Clan?
The big black bird was also curious.
It should be noted that Lin Xun had been oppressed by those powerful forces several times back when he was in the Ancient Wasteland Domain, and this created an irresolvable blood feud between them!
Lin Xun thought for a moment before he answered, “I plan to make a trip to the Divine Apparatus Pavilion.”
Divine Apparatus Pavilion?
His answer surprised Zhao Jingxuan, the big black bird and A’lu.
“Yes.” Lin Xun nodded. Back when he was at the Blood Kill Battlefield of Mulberry Woodland, he promised the golden cicada youth to do something that involved the situation on the Frontline Battlefield. Now it was time to fulfill his promise.
“I thought you would storm the Earth Treasury Temple and launch a revenge attack… It turns out that you just plan to head to the Divine Apparatus Pavilion. I feel more at ease now.” The big black bird sighed with relief.
Lin Xun asked, “If I really did that, are you going to stop me?”
The big black bird answered without thinking, “Of course. That terrible place is very dangerous. With your current strength, you might still be captured. Even if those baldies show mercy, I guarantee they will still lock you up forever.”
Lin Xun raised his eyebrows. “How dangerous is it?”
The big black bird hesitated to speak, but finally he let out a long sigh, “You should know very well how powerful Saint Monk Duji is, but did he not...also meet with disaster in the end?”
Lin Xun gasped. “Didn’t Saint Monk Duji decide to walk a supreme road, which violated a taboo and set off a taboo tribulation?”
“That’s just part of it.”
The big black bird seemed unwilling to explain more and just said vaguely, “In short, don’t underestimate the Earth Treasury Temple. You might be invincible at the Supreme True Saint Stage, but if the Earth Treasury Temple uses tactics to deal with you, they can still crush you like a fly.”
Then he added, “I don’t mean to scare you, but I just want to let you know that the Earth Treasury Temple is different from other Hidden Holy Lands. Those baldies...there are people above them.”
The big black bird stretched out his talons and pointed at the sky.
“The Ancient Nebula Road?” Lin Xun narrowed his dark eyes.
The big black bird silently confirmed it and let out a long sigh, “Actually, the forces behind people like Kun Shaoyu, Xue Qingyi and Jian Qingchen who you met on the Nine Domains Battlefield are also connected to some forces on the Ancient Nebula Road.
“Of course, some sects in the Ancient Wasteland Domain also have a similar connection, and the Earth Treasury Temple is just one of them. Also, from what I know, the Divine Apparatus Pavilion should also be connected to a certain sect on the Ancient Nebula Road.”
This was the first time that the big black bird had revealed so many secrets.
Lin Xun’s expression visibly changed. He never imagined the Earth Treasury Temple and Divine Apparatus Pavilion to have such deep roots!
