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

Two days later, with the cool dawn sunlight spreading across Wanxiang City, the entire city was filled with excitement that had been brewing for days, reaching a fever pitch. Every person’s gaze burned with intense anticipation.

They had all left their home dynasties to enter this fiercely competitive Ancient Battlefield, training hard for a year, all for the opportunity to shine in the Hundred Dynasties War. Ultimately, their goal was to catch the eye of a super sect and elevate their dynasty’s prestige. Today, the long-awaited war was finally beginning.

From countless dynasties, talents and young prodigies had gathered and honed their skills for a year. Now, it was time to determine who would rise as the top contender among the younger generation of dynasties in the Eastern Profound Region.

Amid the city’s bustling excitement, nearly a hundred people emerged from the grand estate in the city center—members of the Flame Alliance led by Lin Langtian himself. Looking up at the brilliant sun overhead, Lin Langtian allowed himself a small smile. Entering the core region marked the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.

Standing beside him were Lin Dong, with a steadfast expression; the lazy yet sharp-eyed Xiao Diao; Xiao Yan, his black staff resting on his shoulder; and Jinwu, whose unwavering gaze never left Lin Langtian. Following closely behind them were the rest of the Flame Alliance.

Lin Dong glanced at Lin Langtian, recalling how, just days ago, he had seen a second Devouring Ancestral Symbol appear in his cousin’s possession. The thought still filled him with amazement. The Eight Ancestral Symbols held legendary power on the continent and were considered rare treasures, even in ancient times, with their wielders ranked among the superpowers. But who would have imagined a way to duplicate such symbols?

Even Xiao Diao, the young Sky-Martial Mink, had looked at Lin Langtian in awe, realizing that this power set Lin Langtian apart in ways he couldn’t ignore. This openness between them had made the five brothers even closer, increasing Lin Dong and the others’ admiration for Lin Langtian.

Nearby, Su Rou’s eyes followed Lin Langtian’s tall silhouette. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she gazed at him, feeling a sense of strength from him that seemed capable of bearing the weight of the sky itself—stronger even than her brother’s protective presence had once been.

With a cough, Su Kui gently nudged his sister, breaking her reverie. Startled, Su Rou quickly looked down, her ears blushing pink. Su Kui sighed, amused by the obvious admiration she had developed for Lin Langtian over the past two days, thanks to his protection and the powerful balance fruit he had provided, which had allowed her to gain control over her formidable inner power.

”Let’s go!” Lin Langtian ordered, opening the doors, and the Flame Alliance members quickly followed him outside.

At the city’s eastern gate, the crowd was vast, an endless sea of black as people filled every available space, all waiting to enter. Beyond the city wall lay a high slope, and past that, a massive ring-shaped light barrier stretched across the horizon. Beyond the light barrier, one could glimpse the wild forests beyond, exuding a faint, ominous atmosphere.

Every Hundred Dynasties War took place here, where unknown talents would rise, and some would fall, their names giving glory to others. Many felt their blood racing; soon, they would enter the core area to engage in the final, decisive contest.

Just then, the sound of wind slicing through the air was heard. A few figures appeared on the city walls, drawing gasps from the crowd.

”It’s the Flame Alliance!”

With that announcement, thousands of eyes focused on the group that had just arrived. The Flame Alliance, now a dominant force in the Ancient Battlefield, had emerged from the northwest as an unstoppable dark horse. No dynasty dared ignore this powerful newcomer.

Lin Langtian and his companions stood at the forefront, looking calm and unshaken, projecting an aura of steady confidence.

”Attention, everyone.”

A powerful, resonant voice echoed from above, and all eyes turned to see Song Tai floating midair. He cast a quick glance at Lin Langtian’s group before clearing his throat.

”Everyone here who has obtained a Nirvana Seal is eligible to enter the core area. You all know that the super sects will only choose the best, and the only way to prove your excellence is to defeat your competitors and take their Nirvana Seals!”

”When you absorb enough Nirvana Seals, the seal on your palm will turn a rich purple-gold color. And when you finally attain a pure purple-gold Nirvana Seal, you’ll be eligible for the Nirvana Golden Roll and a chance to gain the attention of the super sects!”

”The Hundred Dynasties War values only victory and defeat—life and death don’t matter. If you’re ready, then begin. Today marks the test of your year-long journey.”

With those words, Song Tai pointed toward the glowing light barrier that seemed to bridge the heavens and earth, his voice ringing in everyone’s ears.

As they stared at the light barrier, a glimmer of eagerness rose in their eyes—there was no turning back now.

In a split second, the silence erupted into a roar. Waves upon waves of people surged forward, filling the sky as they rushed toward the light barrier, ready to face the final challenge in the Ancient Battlefield.

”Well then, let’s move out as well!” Lin Langtian motioned, leaping forward and slicing through the air toward the barrier, with Lin Dong and the Flame Alliance following close behind, filled with fighting spirit.

Song Tai watched as Lin Langtian and his group charged into the barrier with immense confidence. Despite Lin Langtian’s refusal to join his Sword Sect, Song Tai knew there was no denying the young man’s talent.

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