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

Although Lin Langtian hadn’t managed to kill the Deathly General, he was more than satisfied with the outcome of their battle. This fight had not only proven his ability to defeat a Five Yuan Nirvana Stage opponent but also demonstrated the incredible power of the Wood Emperor’s Threefold Art.

By now, Lin Langtian was undoubtedly ranked among the top-tier fighters of the Ancient Battlefield. With several months still remaining before the end of the Hundred Dynasties War, he knew that by the time of the final battle for the Nirvana Golden Ranking, his power would likely be even greater. He dismissed the Deathly General’s threats with little concern. The Western Mysterious Region’s meticulously planned schemes were destined for failure, so there was no reason for him to worry. Should anything change, his strength would ensure he could go anywhere he pleased.

With a glance at Jinwu, Lin Langtian turned to leave. This area, bearing marks of their intense battle, would inevitably attract prying eyes. Although he wasn’t worried about minor inconveniences, he preferred not to be disturbed unnecessarily.

Not long after they departed, groups from other dynasties arrived, drawn by the commotion. After all, even from miles away, one could feel the intensity of Lin Langtian’s fight with the Deathly General. Seizing the chance to gain from others’ conflicts was always a tempting thought, so these opportunists had come to see if they could take advantage. But Langtian and the Deathly General had long since left, leaving behind only the startling remnants of their clash.

”Such power—could it have been a fight between two super dynasties?” they murmured, stunned.

The next morning, Lin Langtian and Jinwu, having rested briefly, resumed their journey. Against the backdrop of a clear blue sky, the sound of wind echoed as the two figures sped forward like flashes of lightning, heading straight for the heart of the Ancient Battlefield.

After days of relentless travel, interspersed with clashes with the Great Zhao Dynasty and the Deathly General, Lin Langtian was drawing ever closer to his destination. Glancing at Jinwu, Lin Langtian’s lips curved into a slight smile. ”Come on, let’s pick up the pace. If I’m not mistaken, we’re almost there.”

This place held the final goal of his journey through the Hundred Dynasties War, the Demonic Spirit Elder’s inheritance. Once he obtained it, his time in the Ancient Battlefield would be almost complete. Jinwu nodded, his determination unwavering. Despite Lin Langtian’s speed, he could keep up with ease.

Throughout the day, they raced ahead without pause, only interrupted by brief encounters. By the time dusk fell, the sky darkening to a blood-red hue, Lin Langtian noticed more and more powerful presences converging nearby. With the Hundred Dynasties War now in its later stages, champions from across the land—north, south, east, and west—were all gathering in the core region for the final battles. The closest stronghold in this central area was naturally the mighty City of Myriad Forms.

Sitting near the core of the battlefield, the City of Myriad Forms was one of the last entry points to the heart of the region. Enormous and bustling, it was unlike any other city on the battlefield. The city was so vast it encompassed an entire mountain range, and unlike the chaotic regions outside, it was governed by strict laws. The forces in control were not from any dynasty but from one of the super sects, who had stationed their members here to maintain order. Even the most arrogant of geniuses knew better than to behave recklessly within the city.

However, Lin Langtian’s objective lay beyond the city walls. Gazing briefly at the massive city that stretched across the mountains, he moved on without hesitation, leading Jinwu northward. He was uninterested in obtaining the Nirvana Imprint right now, as he was focused solely on reaching his destination. As his journey neared its end, the anticipation only grew stronger.

After traveling through the night without rest, Lin Langtian and Jinwu showed traces of fatigue. But their eyes remained bright, their spirits lifting as they finally reached their destination.

Hovering high above the land, the two looked down below, where a massive chasm cleaved through the mountains. Stretching over a thousand feet wide and shrouded in darkness, it emanated waves of sinister energy that seemed to shake the ground itself.

This was the Abyss of the Demonic Spirits.

Floating in midair, Lin Langtian and Jinwu stared down into the abyss, an eerie, winding darkness spreading below like a sleeping, coiled serpent. The seemingly endless sea of black mist that filled the chasm was, in fact, concentrated demonic energy. Wisps of black fog roiled within, giving rise to shrill cries, and occasionally forming into giant black serpents that slithered wildly.

”According to my information, this is indeed the Abyss of the Demonic Spirits, and the Demonic Spirit Elder’s legacy lies within,” a voice echoed in Lin Langtian’s mind, courtesy of Ling Yi.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Lin Langtian could sense the potent concentration of demonic energy here. No other place in the Ancient Battlefield could compare to this one. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of respect; no wonder so few dared to accept the Demonic Spirit Elder’s inheritance—just the sight of this place would be enough to scare off most Nirvana experts.

But Lin Langtian’s keen perception noticed something peculiar—the demonic energy, while abundant and ferocious, seemed contained within the chasm, unable to spread. This invisible restraint spoke to the Demonic Spirit Elder’s mastery over the demonic arts.

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