Chapter 389: The Opening of the Lost Temple of the Goddess Luo
"Four demonic corpses?" Murmurs of shock rippled across the crowd as countless eyes locked onto the four demonic corpses at Lin Langtian's side. Many recognized their formidable nature and were visibly unsettled.
"How is this possible? How can he control four demonic corpses?" Among the Western Profound Domain's crowd, many disciples from puppet-controlling sects were even more stunned, understanding far better than most how difficult it was to command demonic corpses.
"So, anyone else want to try their luck?" Lin Langtian folded his arms, a playful glint in his eye as he looked beyond the three warlords from Tianxuan Sect, his gaze locking onto Tianxuan's main force. With four powerful demonic corpses backing him, Fire Division's power had surged, making it capable of holding its own even against the top sect of the Western Profound Domain.
Upon hearing Lin Langtian's provocation, the crowd fell silent, all eyes shifting to the gray-robed youth seated at Tianxuan Sect's head. His face was not particularly handsome, but there was a strength to his features, and he sat with a weight that gave the impression of a mountain, unyielding and immovable. This was Xuántiān, Tianxuan Sect's top prodigy and a renowned genius throughout the Western Profound Domain. His strength, fame, and victory over a Great Master in the Life Nirvana stage had made him a legend.
As Lin Langtian's challenge hung in the air, all eyes turned toward Xuántiān, waiting for him to make a move. True to expectation, Xuántiān slowly opened his eyes, releasing an intimidating aura that made everyone present feel a slight tremor. Even the four demonic corpses behind Lin Langtian seemed to retreat slightly, displaying a hint of unease.
"So, this guy's half a step into the higher levels of the Life Nirvana stage," Lin Langtian noted. Xuántiān's power was certainly formidable—tougher than Yuancang had been by a fair margin. However, Lin Langtian remained calm, seeing Xuántiān as an obstacle but by no means insurmountable.
"I've heard the one who ruined our Western Profound Domain's plans at the ancient battlegrounds joined Yuan Gate," Xuántiān said, his tone calm but his eyes flashing with regret. "Winning the Hundred Dynasty War and then defeating my rival Yuancang in Yuan Gate—it proves your talent is exceptional. I underestimated you back then."
Xuántiān continued, his tone sharp. "But even two years ago, Yuancang was beneath me. If you think you can challenge Tianxuan Sect with just Fire Division, I think you're simply deluded."
His voice carried a confidence that resonated with the crowd. Even though Lin Langtian had bested Yuancang, many believed luck played a role. Xuántiān, however, not only surpassed Yuancang but had defeated a seasoned Life Nirvana practitioner, earning him almost unanimous support in the crowd.
"Deluded? We'll see," Lin Langtian replied coolly. "During the Hundred Dynasty War, everyone fought for their own. As someone from the Eastern Profound Domain, I wasn't about to let you take our domain's relics. If your sect holds a grudge, then let's settle this with a fight."
At Lin Langtian's words, Song Yun and the others surged forward, drawing weapons and ready to fight.
Not to be outdone, Nálán and his allies signaled Tianxuan's large army, who came storming forward. The disciples on both sides were elites. Though Tianxuan Sect had a numbers advantage, Fire Division's four demonic corpses and the presence of Mó Yǐng, Lin Langtian's enigmatic bodyguard, leveled the field, bringing both forces close to a standstill.
Tension crackled as both armies squared off, sending energy rippling skyward and filling the air with an almost combustible energy. The gathered crowd fell silent, realizing a serious battle could erupt at any moment and ready to distance themselves if things turned violent.
Xuě Wǎn, watching, felt her confidence waver. She had thought Lin Langtian was insane to challenge Tianxuan Sect head-on. But seeing Fire Division's impressive power, she now had her doubts. Even Yuan Gate's Yuancang might not have the courage to act as Lin Langtian was now.
Xuántiān's eyes narrowed as he saw Lin Langtian and his fighters standing undaunted. "So, Fire Division insists on clashing with Tianxuan Sect?" His cold stare bore down on Lin Langtian, the chill in his eyes palpable. "Do not force my hand. A mere Fire Division won't be able to stop me, and I won't hesitate to ignore Yuan Gate's reputation."
Lin Langtian's smirk showed his disdain. "Then try to swallow my Division whole. If Tianxuan Sect can't handle us, maybe it's time you gave up your title as the Western Profound Domain's number one."
Xuántiān's face turned darker at the challenge. The three warlords at his side tensed, emanating waves of immense Yuan energy that rippled across the battlefield.
As tensions escalated, the Fire Division soldiers held steady, Mó Yǐng and the four demonic corpses positioned at Lin Langtian's back, while Song Yun and the others tightened their grips on their weapons, awaiting the signal.
Suddenly, from the center of the mountain range, a booming sound echoed, drawing everyone's gaze. They watched in awe as the space began to distort, and within the twisted space, the outline of ancient halls slowly emerged.
A feeling of ancient age emanated from the space, permeating the atmosphere.
"The Lost Temple of the Goddess Luo!" Excited shouts erupted as people's eyes grew bright and eager, even greedy. Many here were not interested in watching Fire Division and Tianxuan Sect battle it out; they had gathered for one purpose—the Lost Temple.
Up until now, they had merely been biding their time. But with the temple beginning to open, the true treasure had appeared, and attention quickly shifted.
"The ancient temple is opening…" Lin Langtian narrowed his eyes at the distortion in the space. He hadn't expected it to reveal itself at this moment. According to the map he possessed, the secret of the Evil God's Eye was hidden within the temple.
"You're lucky this time," Xuántiān sneered, his eyes glinting as he turned to the newly revealed gateway. "We'll settle our score later, after the temple is dealt with."
The temple was his primary objective; dealing with Fire Division could wait. There would be plenty of chances in the Abyssal Domain.
"You're the one who's lucky. If you want to avoid this, don't run—let's settle things now," Lin Langtian replied evenly.
Xuántiān's cold face flashed with anger, but he quickly suppressed it, his gaze icy as he fixed on Lin Langtian. He signaled to his three warlords, then turned and left, his voice laced with malice as he walked away. "Enjoy yourself while you can, Lin Langtian. We'll see if you're still smiling next time we meet."
The Tianxuan Sect disciples followed suit, throwing resentful glares at Fire Division before retreating. As the tense atmosphere dissipated, the disciples of Fire Division relaxed, many releasing clenched fists, their palms damp with sweat. But their eyes shone with pride—they had forced the Western Profound Domain's top sect to retreat, a feat that would undoubtedly bring Fire Division honor back at Yuan Gate.
"Once we enter the temple, stay alert," Lin Langtian reminded his disciples. Even in their excitement, he wanted them cautious.
"Yes, sir!" the Fire Division disciples responded respectfully, admiration for Lin Langtian clear in their eyes.
Lin Langtian looked up as the twisted space began to tear open, revealing a surge of misty blue light that emanated an ancient, almost prehistoric aura. As the rip in space widened, the air grew electric with anticipation.
The Lost Temple of the Goddess Luo was famous in the Abyssal Domain for its treasures. Legends spoke of ancient martial techniques, rare spiritual artifacts, and relics from a lost era within. Supposedly, the temple even contained a Primordial Yuan Treasure—a rare item that heightened the interest of all those gathered.
Swish!
The silence broke as silhouettes closest to the spatial tear darted forward, racing to claim the temple's treasures. Lin Langtian raised a hand, stopping his own eager disciples from moving.
As he held them back, a group rushed into the misty blue world beyond the tear. But just as they entered, their bodies were pierced by a barrage of water arrows. Agonized screams echoed as they fell, their life force extinguished, swept away as if they had never existed.
This brutal scene was like a cold dousing for the crowd, dousing their greed and striking fear into many. It was clear the Lost Temple would not welcome everyone.
At the front of the pack, the Tianxuan Sect disciples paused, pulling back until only a select few remained. These disciples were strong, all at the Eighth Yuan Nirvana stage or above, and led by Xuántiān himself, they finally entered the temple without incident.
"Eighth Yuan Nirvana stage disciples, follow me into the Lost Temple. The rest of you, wait here!" Lin Langtian commanded decisively. Though some looked disappointed, they understood the risk. Those who tried to enter without sufficient strength would likely meet the same fate as those who had fallen moments before.
Only ten of Fire Division's members had reached the Eighth Yuan Nirvana stage. Though their numbers were modest, they included Mó Yǐng and the four demonic corpses, which added considerable strength.
As the chaotic scramble subsided, each faction selected their best disciples. Soon, the sound of whistling wind filled the air as waves of figures darted toward the temple like locusts. This time, no water arrows flew.
"Go!" With a final look at his chosen team, Lin Langtian shot forward, leading the group into the temple. Behind him, his disciples followed closely, their figures cutting through the sky.
As they crossed the distorted space and entered the blue world, Lin Langtian took a deep breath, drawing in the ocean-scented mist. His eyes shone with anticipation. While the temple held countless treasures, he was most eager to uncover the link between the temple and the Evil God's Eye.
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