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

In the depths of Beiming Abyss, as space gradually twisted, Lin Langtian’s body seemed to enter a strange new realm.

Within an ancient, silent hall filled with the dust of ages, he stared in a daze at streams of jet-black blood essence, momentarily lost.

Even he was surprised—hidden within Beiming Abyss was such a peculiar place.

”What is this place?”

He murmured softly, eyes filled with shock. He had intended only to explore Beiming Abyss using the Spatial Ancestral Talisman, yet he now found himself inside a colossal hall.

All around, figures sat cross-legged in eerie stillness.

Their auras had long since vanished; only dark blood droplets hovered above each head, quietly radiating a vast, steady power.

This place was like a burial hall.

”It seems this is the true key to obtaining Ancient Kunpeng Blood Essence…” Aunt Ling’s surprised voice sounded.

Lin Langtian nodded slightly. This burial hall was hidden deep within Beiming Abyss; to arrive here, one had to pierce the abyss using space itself.

Even most Rotary Realm experts might never find it. Only Lin Langtian, with the Spatial Ancestral Talisman, had managed to break through the suffocating abyssal waters.

This was clearly a profound test—only those with extraordinary mastery over space could reach this shrine and be granted the chance to acquire Ancient Blood Essence.

In truth, he had taken a shortcut. Without the Spatial Talisman, his current command of space was far inferior to the Kunpeng who were born to it.

”Heh, since we’re here, let’s search for the Ancient Kunpeng Blood Essence.”

He drew a deep breath, calming his stirred emotions, and gazed at the hall with a gleam of excitement.

For both Aunt Ling and himself, the Ancient Blood Essence held immense value.

He had to claim it.

His footsteps echoed faintly through the silence as he stepped deeper into the hall.

Blackened corpses sat unmoving, cross-legged, with droplets of black blood essence floating above them.

Though devoid of life, the essence still pulsed with terrifying might—even after a thousand years, they couldn’t be underestimated.

”These are all high-grade essences…”

Lin Langtian recognized the resemblance to the energies he had absorbed before. All were of superior quality.

As he continued onward, the blood’s color grew richer, even tinged with faint strands of gold.

This realization made his heart pound as his gaze burned toward the deepest end of the hall.

His steps quickened. He flashed across the hall and came to a sudden stop, his breath unconsciously heavier.

Ahead were nine stone platforms of bluish-green rock. Upon each sat a corpse, and above each corpse floated a single droplet of blood essence.

But these nine were not black. They were a deep, dark gold.

Dim golden light shivered within the essence, undimmed by time. A majestic and indescribable pressure rolled out from them, blanketing the hall.

”This is…”

Lin Langtian’s mouth went dry. These droplets were far stronger than the high-grade blood below.

They could only be the legendary Ancient Kunpeng Blood Essences.

Beside those nine platforms stood three additional ones.

On them also sat three corpses—but no droplets remained above.

”Their Ancient Kunpeng Blood must have been taken already…” Aunt Ling said quietly.

Lin Langtian nodded. ”So obtaining Ancient Kunpeng Blood requires absorbing these droplets and forging one’s own evolution.”

”Likely so. Even after their essence is taken, the corpses continue to absorb the abyss’s power,” Aunt Ling added. ”Given enough time, they may one day produce new Ancient Blood.”

Lin Langtian exhaled slowly. In theory, more essence could appear over the ages, but the time needed for such a rebirth was surely immense.

”There are twelve Ancient Blood corpses here, including those three emptied ones… The Kunpeng Clan has produced quite a few monsters over the millennia,” he mused.

Anyone capable of obtaining Ancient Kunpeng Blood could, at minimum, reach the Samsara Realm.

Twelve such corpses meant twelve Samsara-level experts—no small heritage indeed.

”The Kunpeng Clan has existed since ancient times; such foundation is to be expected,” Aunt Ling said calmly. ”Still, just finding Ancient Blood doesn’t mean success.

”Inside each droplet is immense power, but also the will of its former owner. With my strength, I could easily extract its energy—but you are human, and still too weak. If you slip even once, their wills could crush your mind rather than transform your body.”

Lin Langtian wasn’t surprised. If it were easy, Ancient Blood wouldn’t be rare.

”Well, since I’ve gotten this far, I won’t turn back. Even if it’s a blade mountain or a sea of flames, I’ll walk through it.”

With a faint smile, he stepped up to one of the dark-gold corpses, eyes burning.

The corpse sat cross-legged, slightly hunched. Above it hovered the dark-gold droplet, its gleaming surface flowing like ageless sunlight—mysterious, noble, terrifying. Just looking at it stirred a strange desire to kneel.

”Kneel?”

Lin Langtian’s eyes narrowed slightly. He turned to the countless corpses in the hall.

Every single black corpse also sat cross-legged, their posture identical—and all bowed in the same direction: toward the twelve dark-gold bodies.

The golden ones themselves, he now realized, also seemed to lean ever so slightly toward something.

He scanned the hall. Indeed, all twelve were bowed—toward the same point.

Caution sparked in his mind. With Lin Dong’s history as a lesson, he never dismissed any potential opportunity.

He retreated a step, then turned sharply to face where the twelve dark-gold corpses pointed.

A colossal pillar rose there, its strange material neither wood nor metal. Across its surface swam countless carved Kunpeng, soaring upward.

Such pillars were not unusual in the hall; he had passed many on his way. But only this one made his heart race uncontrollably.

”Langtian, look at the top!” Aunt Ling’s voice suddenly sharpened.

At once, he raised his head, sharp gaze piercing the gloom. At the peak of the thousand-foot pillar, there seemed to be a shadowy figure.

”What is that…”

With a single kick, he launched upward and alighted on the pillar’s summit in a few breaths.

The instant his feet touched down, his body sank under crushing pressure. His knees bent involuntarily, and he only barely stopped himself from dropping to both knees.

Even so, his heart trembled.

The aura was unmistakably Kunpeng—but it was stronger and more terrifying than anything he had felt before, even from Kunqiong.

At the center of the pillar’s top sat a thin, lone figure. Above its body, a mass of golden liquid floated serenely.

The golden fluid pulsed like a sovereign of heaven and earth, radiating boundless majesty and surging vitality. It writhed slowly, like living molten gold, sending out an awe-inspiring power that seemed to shake the world.

Its motion resembled a strip of shimmering golden silk dancing in morning light, every flow carrying an overwhelming might to suppress the heavens.

Though it was his first time seeing it, Lin Langtian instinctively knew—it was blood essence. A pool of blood with unfathomable potential and the kind of raw power that made his heart race.

Only the word ”perfect” fit this golden essence.

His eyes nearly glazed over simply watching it.

He jerked himself awake with effort, heart pounding. ”Whose blood essence is this? How can its aura be so terrifying?”

Kunqiong had said the pinnacle of Kunpeng blood was Ancient Essence.

But this… this golden liquid utterly surpassed the nine Ancient Essences below.

Lin Langtian’s shocked gaze fell to the corpse beneath. It carried not only the Kunpeng aura—but also the oppressive power of dragons.

”This is…”

Aunt Ling’s voice rang out, filled with astonishment. ”Beiming Dragon Kun.”

”Beiming Dragon Kun?”

Lin Langtian froze. The name was strangely familiar.

Aunt Ling continued, ”A divine beast bearing both Kunpeng and Dragon blood.”

Lin Langtian’s eyes widened with unfeigned shock.

To carry both Kunpeng and Dragon bloodlines?

The dragons and the Kunpeng were two of the four apex beast clans atop the pyramid of demonkind.

To combine their bloodlines in a single body was to merge the invincible flesh of the dragon with the supreme speed of the Kunpeng—a union of two ultimate strengths.

It was no exaggeration to call such a creature invincible.

Lin Langtian then recalled something else—somewhere in the Great Thousand World, the guardian beast of the Northern Cang Spiritual Academy that Mu Chen later joined was also a Beiming Dragon Kun.

That guardian even reached the Earth Sovereign level—a realm of true giants.

Even in the Great Thousand World, an Earth Sovereign could claim the title of supreme expert. For a Beiming Dragon Kun to break through to that level already proved the terrifying power of its bloodline.

And the pinnacle might still not be Earth Sovereign.

If the bloodline was already terrifying in the higher world, then in this lower plane, the Tianxuan Continent, it would be utterly overwhelming.

No wonder Aunt Ling was so stunned. Even the Nine Nether Bird’s blood might not outshine a Beiming Dragon Kun’s.

”To think the Kunpeng Clan had such a monster in their history… their legacy is deeper than it appears.”

Lin Langtian stared at the shimmering golden essence, feeling tidal waves of shock surging through his heart.

Now that he had forged a Kunpeng Body, he was close to a human Kunpeng himself.

Did that not mean he might be able to fuse even this divine blood?

Beiming Dragon Kun—the ultimate union of dragon flesh and Kunpeng speed.

If he could shape a Dragon Kun Body, his strength would take another terrifying leap beyond imagination.

(END CHAPTER)

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