Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

The sky, filled with a vast and ancient aura, was split by a streak of fiery light flashing like lightning, sending faint echoes through the air as Lin Langtian shot across it on his powerful energy hawk. The flames in his eyes had now entirely faded.

After spending the previous night forging his body under the power of the Blazing Sunstorm, Lin Langtian had finally mastered the peak of his Black Flame Physique, vastly enhancing his physical strength.

”Now, even without the Stasis Seal Formation, I should be able to finish off someone like Ling Lie with my raw strength alone.”

Clenching his fists and feeling the sheer force surging through his muscles, Lin Langtian let a satisfied smile cross his face. His spiritual energy might still be at the Great Success level of the Creation Stage, but his overall combat power had skyrocketed.

”It’s a pity I can’t immediately start training in the Black Flame Overlord Physique,” he muttered. When he’d first completed the Three-Mark Black Flame Physique, he’d asked Aunt Ling for guidance on training the Black Flame Overlord Physique. However, she had refused, citing that he was only just mastering the Black Flame Physique and needed more strength first.

”I suppose reaching the Nirvana stage is a must before I can practice it,” he thought as he continued toward his destination.

Looking out over the ancient stele’s vast inner space, Lin Langtian marveled at its size. It must have taken a massive amount of power to construct such an endless space—something even the Eastern Profound Region’s eight great super sects couldn’t do today.

After nearly a day of nonstop travel, he noticed the surroundings changing, the landscape slowly giving way to a fiery red hue and an intense warmth radiating through the air.

”The core of the ancient stele’s space should be close now,” he thought, eyes glinting with excitement. If his memory served him correctly, this core area was the likely location of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol—one of the Eight Great Ancestral Symbols of the Sky Profound Continent and a treasure of unparalleled power. Securing the Devouring Ancestral Symbol would not only vastly increase his combat strength but potentially even allow him to absorb other ancestral symbols in the future.

However, Lin Langtian couldn’t ignore his doubts. After all, he was cultivating a path of dark arts based on the powers of the foreign demonic races, and the Ancestral Symbols were created by the Symbol Ancestor to counter such demonic forces. These powers were natural enemies, and he wasn’t sure he could harness both.

After a moment, he pushed his worries aside. ”I’m already here; whether it works out or not is up to fate. I can’t leave without even trying.”

Resolute, Lin Langtian flew for a few more minutes before slowing down, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the vast plain up ahead. The ruins of an ancient sect, grand beyond measure and shrouded in ancient mystery, stretched out to the horizon.

The grandeur of the ruins was staggering. Temples, towers, and practice pavilions stood tall, forming lines that extended to the edge of his vision, their aged appearance conveying an immense history. At the center of it all lay a towering mountain, shrouded in powerful energy that seemed almost tangible.

In this moment, Lin Langtian recalled an incident from three years ago. This ancient stele had been opened numerous times, and various factions in the Great Wilderness County had explored it dozens of times, becoming quite familiar with its inner workings. In the previous timeline, the Shadow Puppet Sect had discovered and seized the Devouring Ancestral Symbol three years ago, leaving Lin Dong’s pursuit of it fruitless.

If it hadn’t been for the Shadow Puppet Sect leader’s inability to refine the symbol, the symbol’s ownership might have been finalized.

But thanks to Lin Langtian’s intervention, things had played out differently in this timeline. Just after being reincarnated three years ago, he had schemed not only to claim Lin Dong’s ancestral stone talisman but also plotted to interfere with the Shadow Puppet Sect’s discovery of the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.

Though he couldn’t wrest the symbol from the sect at that time, he had leveraged his status in the Lin clan to enlist a family elder loyal to him to hinder the Shadow Puppet Sect’s exploration of the stele space. This effort prevented them from securing the symbol as they had in the original timeline.

As Lin Langtian neared the mountain, he felt a deep sense of anticipation rising within him. This was the reward for his foresight and scheming all those years ago.

The mountain was enormous, and potent energy had condensed to the point of forming dense mist that obscured his view. As he touched down, wary gazes fell upon him from every direction. Lin Langtian’s name was well-known throughout the Great Flame Kingdom, and his presence here filled many with a mix of reverence and caution.

Remaining composed, he entered the dense forest, navigating his way through the mist-shrouded mountain toward a faint but unmistakable energy source.

After nearly half an hour of traversing the foggy forest, Lin Langtian halted, his eyes widening at the sight of a massive stone door before him. The door was ancient, moss-covered, and exuded an overwhelming sense of age and mystery.

Pushing through the stone door, he entered an expansive chamber resembling a beehive, at the center of which was a massive black pit extending deep into the earth, its walls lined with countless honeycomb-like alcoves. Severed limbs and remnants of puppet limbs lay strewn across the chamber, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

”This is the lair of the Symbol Puppets. If I’m right, the symbol should be somewhere within,” he muttered, a grin forming as he stepped forward into the dark abyss.

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