[Wuxia] Hunting Beauties in the Qin Dynasty (Complete) - Chapter 37

Chapter 225 Eternal Cold (
Updated: 9-29 13:41:42, 3139 words)

As Long Lin and Bing Lingyu stepped outside, they heard Situ Hongyun exclaim in surprise.
"Not good!"
Long Lin thought to himself, glancing at Bing Lingyu before rushing out of the Xuanyuan chariot.
At that moment, the Flying Cloud Beast hovered in the air, roaring incessantly. In the clouds ahead, a vast ice forest had appeared.
Huge ice pillars, each as thick as a person, stood in mid-air, densely blocking the Xuanyuan chariot's path.
"What the hell is this?"
Long Lin exclaimed in a low voice.
The clouds below the Xuanyuan chariot were thick with mist, obscuring the view, and the ice forest was so dense that it was impossible to see anything ahead.
"This ice contains a fishy smell; the smell is emitted by some kind of monster!"
Bing Lingyu said, staring intently at the ice forest.
At this moment, Situ Hongyun had already unleashed her magical whip, shooting it towards the ice dragon. A flash of light streaked across the sky, and countless ice formations were smashed down. A deafening roar suddenly erupted from beneath the ice.
"What happened?"
Ouyang Ran, who was resting inside the carriage, rushed out and asked urgently.
Everyone shook their heads, confused about what had occurred. Just then, Situ Hongyun cried out, "Retreat!"
Before her voice even faded, a storm of ice shards swept over them. The leading flying cloud beast couldn't retreat in time, and its massive head was instantly frozen into an ice block.
"Whoosh…!"
Another flying cloud beast reacted, its enormous wings flapping violently, soaring into the sky, taking the leading beast with it.
A sharp whistling sound filled the air as a cold wind swept past the bottom of the carriage. Even those with their magical powers felt a chill.
Above the ice pillar, there was only emptiness.
Clearly, the ice pillar didn't reach the sky; it simply stopped growing at that height.
However, only then did everyone notice that the area within a ten-mile radius below was completely frozen. Xuan Yuanfeng hovered above, as if flying over a sea of ice.
The ice layer was extremely thick, appearing below like a massive, magnificent blue crystal.
"That was close!"
Lin Mubai exclaimed, finally breathing a sigh of relief as the ice pillar stopped growing. At that moment, Lin Muzhong, wielding fire-elemental magic, quickly channeled his power, sending a warm current across the Flying Cloud Beast's head, slowly thawing it.
Because the freezing time was short, the Flying Cloud Beast shook its head, shedding a shard of ice, exhaling a long breath, and recovering.
"What a nuisance!"
Long Lin glanced down and couldn't help but gasp.
It turned out that many flying magical beasts, numbering over a thousand, were already frozen within the vast ice pillar below.
"Is this a cold current or some kind of monster…?"
Long Lin wondered to himself.
"You cultivators above, you've managed to evade my icy aura, which shows you have some skill... Enough! I'm exhausted, and these demonic beasts are barely enough to fill my stomach. You may leave!"
A voice, like muffled thunder or a thunderclap, echoed in the air amidst the rumbling sounds.
"Thank you for your great kindness, senior! Lin Mubai and the others will remember this favor!"
Lin Mubai, hearing the shout, assumed it was a senior expert present and immediately returned the greeting with a bow.
"Hahaha... You call yourselves juniors, quite clever... Although I've released you, there are still a few old monsters ahead. Whether you can escape their clutches depends on your fate!"
The booming, thunderous voice laughed wildly.
Hearing this, Lin Mubai and Long Lin exchanged glances, their faces filled with fear.
Without hesitation, Lin Mubai let out a long shout, and two flying cloud beasts shot out like arrows, disappearing from the area covered by the ice ball in the blink of an eye. Their speed was several times faster than usual, clearly indicating that these two beasts had barely escaped death and were terrified by the sudden freezing power.
Long Lin looked back and saw a gigantic shadow, spanning dozens of miles, faintly visible beneath the shimmering blue ice pillars and the reflection of the lake's surface. Countless long tentacles extended and pierced into the ice pillars above. Just as
they were marveling at the monster's enormous size, a piercing, teeth-grinding cracking sound suddenly rang out. In mid-air, the ice pillars shattered with a deafening roar, crashing down like giant boulders into the Heavenly Pool, sending up splashes a hundred meters high.
Without the obstruction of the blue ice, everyone could now see clearly that what was in the Heavenly Pool was actually a gigantic octopus. Obviously, the ice pillars were the work of its tentacles.
"Heavens!"
Even the Holy Maiden of Prayer and Situ Hongyun, with their vast knowledge, had never seen such a gigantic and ferocious demonic beast. What was most terrifying was that it had actually gained sentience and could speak human language; it was an ancient monster that had lived for hundreds of millions of years.
"Hun Tian, do you know what this is?"
Long Lin asked the Ancestor Hun Tian in his mind.
"Hmm, I seem to have some impression... Ten Thousand Year Cold Chapter?"
Ancestor Hun Tian replied, pondering for a moment before adding, "It seems that this old monster existed during the great war between immortals and demons. It has devoured countless cultivators from both the immortal and demonic paths, but no cultivator dared to fight it. After that, the old monster disappeared without a trace! Now, this guy has gained sentience; it must be an ancestor of demons!"
"Ancestor of demons..."
Long Lin murmured, suddenly remembering his Myriad Demon Cauldron. He wondered if the cauldron could subdue this old monster. But as soon as this thought arose, he dismissed it. Their current goal was the immortal tomb deep in the desolate land; it was not advisable to cause any trouble here.
Moreover, this old monster's strength is unfathomable. If the Ten Thousand Demon Cauldron fails, they won't be able to escape even if they want to.
The Flying Cloud Beast rushed out of the icy pillar area, and a vast expanse of water returned to before them. Only then did they realize that this Heavenly Pool Swamp seemed even wider than the sea.
"There are two other swamps as large as this Heavenly Pool Swamp in the Wilderness, but they're not on our route. Crossing this great swamp should take us not far from those places!"
said the Hun Tian Ancestor.
"Hmm... but I wonder what those other old monsters that the Ten Thousand Year Cold Chapter mentioned are!"
Long Lin murmured to himself. The Hun Tian Ancestor was a Nascent Soul cultivator and had been to this Wilderness many times, so his familiarity with it far surpassed that of Long Lin and the others.
"Hehe...that depends on your luck. If you run into them and they're in a bad mood, then..."
Old Ancestor Huntian chuckled, but immediately realized his words were inappropriate and quickly changed the subject, asking, "Young Master, how was Bing Lingyu's experience?"
A strange smile appeared on Long Lin's face, but he secretly glanced at Bing Lingyu, who was currently talking to Situ Hongyun and completely unaware of what Long Lin was doing.
"Truly, she's like a wolf at thirty...if it weren't for my profound skill, I probably wouldn't have been able to withstand her!"
Long Lin said sullenly.
"How much of her Yuan Qi did Young Master absorb?"
Old Ancestor Huntian continued to ask.
Long Lin shook his head. In reality, he and Bing Lingyu had only barely fought to a draw. He hadn't actively absorbed her vital energy, but he had gained some during their friendly exchange, though not much.
"Only a little..."
Long Lin said honestly.
"Not a little at all! That woman's magical power is no less than yours; she wouldn't be so easily subdued!"
The Hun Tian Ancestor said, "Young Master, you should now enter a quiet room and calmly cultivate to fuse that vital energy with the wood elemental energy. This will greatly benefit your magical power!"
Long Lin nodded, then bid farewell to the others and returned to his carriage alone. He activated the array's restrictions and began to cultivate in solitude.
At this moment, his willpower and spiritual power had already merged, becoming pure magical power, and his mental power was extremely strong, so he could easily enter a meditative state. However, to be on the safe side, he didn't practice the Hun Tian Ancestor's techniques; Long Lin was somewhat resistant to that method of defeating enemies by dripping blood. After all, if he had to drip blood to break his magic in every fight, wouldn't he bleed to death?
Of course, Long Lin didn't know that the method of defeating an enemy with a drop of blood was only used against powerful figures. If one cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, they would be virtually invincible, so why would they need such a method?
*Hoo...*
Long Lin exhaled three breaths of turbid air, drawing a wisp of pure air into his body through his nose, slowly circulating it along his meridians. At this moment, within his dantian, on the surface of his condensed, lake-like sea of magical power, swirled a ball of spiritual energy the size of a grain of rice, brimming with icy coldness—the very energy absorbed when merging with Bing Lingyu.
With a thought from Long Lin, a wave surged within his sea of magical power, the liquid of magical power rising high like a dragon sucking water, instantly enveloping the ball of Bing Lingyu's energy.
The icy coldness dissipated, while the warm, moist spiritual liquid of magical power slowly absorbed it, gradually infusing the icy coldness into the liquid.
...
A beautiful scene appeared in Long Lin's mind. Scenes of his fierce battle with Bing Lingyu replayed like a movie.
Long Lin felt his blood boiling, his entire body surging with a wild and domineering power.
"I didn't expect refining the dual cultivation energy to have such an effect... It's really quite powerful and monstrous..."
Long Lin murmured to himself, but immediately used his will to erase those images from his mind without leaving a trace. Although he thought this, he was also clearly aware that this was the so-called cultivation inner demon, also called an illusion, which could easily cause cultivators to fall into it without realizing it, becoming so immersed in it that they could not extricate themselves, even to the point of going into qi deviation and falling into danger.
If an ordinary person were to calmly enter this place, they would already be in extreme danger. However, Long Lin's willpower was already no less powerful than that of a Nascent Soul stage expert. Therefore, he was able to appreciate it for a while before calmly erasing it.
At this time, the spiritual liquid bead filled with cold energy was almost completely absorbed by his magic power.

Chapter 226 Immortal Tomb Land
Update Time: 9-30 11:49:07 Words: 3467

Three days passed in a flash, and the Flying Cloud Beast had already traversed the entire Heavenly Pool Swamp. Fortunately, along the way, only some low-level groups of demonic beasts blocked their way, and they did not encounter the old monsters mentioned by the Ten Thousand Year Cold Chapter.
As for Long Lin, apart from guarding the Xuanyuan Carriage every day, he spent the rest of his time meditating and cultivating in the quiet room. Since that battle, Bing Lingyu had not come to disturb him, and Situ Hongyun, knowing that he was cultivating, kindly stayed by his side.
Long Lin took this opportunity to practice the Blood Drop Technique of the Chaotic Ancestor. Although he could not reach the level of the Chaotic Ancestor, he had made some progress. If he did not use the Wood Spiritual Energy, a drop of his blood could easily penetrate the magical attacks of cultivators of the same level. Such a trump card was quite a gain.
Flying out of the vast Heavenly Pool Swamp, they came upon a dense forest filled with towering ancient trees and cascading waterfalls. However, in the plains between the mountains, bare boulders still remained, bearing the marks of the ancient war between immortals and demons.
A map lay flat on the table, and Lin Mubai was pointing at it.
"This is the location my uncle pointed to!"
he said, pointing to a red circle on the map. They were now less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to reach that point.
"Alright... fellow Daoists, you've had a long journey. Since the situation there is unclear, let's rest here for the night and decipher the mechanism tomorrow!"
Lin Mubai said.
He had already surveyed the terrain and found that the place his uncle had mentioned was currently shrouded in mist, obscuring the view. That was why he had made this arrangement.
Long Lin and the others were his guests, so they naturally had no objections to his plan. Immediately, Lin Mubai and Lin Muzhong summoned their flying cloud beasts and descended from the clouds.
Beside a dry, withered tree, the group finally stepped onto solid ground again. Although flying in mid-air was incredibly pleasant, it wasn't as reassuring as being on the ground.
"That fog is a bit eerie!"
Lin Mubai, Lin Muzhong, Bing Lingyu, and Ouyang Ran were casting spells in the woods to catch some small animals and build a fire to roast some game, while Long Lin and Situ Hongyun flew up a nearby hill to observe the location of the Immortal Tomb.
Looking at the misty fog, without a single demonic beast appearing, Long Lin murmured.
"Yes… I also feel a vague sense of foreboding. I wonder what the future holds!"
Situ Hongyun said.
Long Lin pulled Situ Hongyun into his arms, stroking her beautiful hair, and said, "Don't worry, no matter what, I will protect you!"
"Mmm!"
Situ Hongyun nestled against Long Lin's chest, nodding in response, her voice filled with warm happiness.
The two then watched the red sun disappear behind the mountains, dyeing the remaining clouds crimson. The setting sun cast a beautiful glow, and the two were momentarily immersed in its afterglow.
"Brother Long, there's something I've been wanting to ask you!"
After a long while, Situ Hongyun suddenly looked up and asked. A ray of sunlight slanted across her hair, turning it a golden hue.
"What is it? Ask away!"
Long Lin, gazing at the sunset, was already considering the current state of Liu Bang's army. Although he now possessed considerable magical power, he absolutely needed the Five Emperors Bell.
"I remember when we first met, your magical power was still very weak. How did you reach the Core Formation stage in such a short time? Did you have some extraordinary encounter?"
Situ Hongyun asked.
Long Lin smiled slightly and said, "Of course! One day I was wandering in the mountains, casually picked a fruit and ate it, and then I found my magical power had increased significantly. Later, I obtained a cultivation scripture, which is why I have achieved what I have today!"
Of course, he wouldn't reveal the true story behind his experiences; he was just speaking casually. Fortunately, such things weren't uncommon in the cultivation world, so there was no possibility of being exposed.
"I see!"
Situ Hongyun nodded, then smiled sweetly, "Brother Long, after this mission is completed, how about we find a secluded paradise with green mountains and clear waters and live in seclusion?"
"Great..."
Long Lin laughed, pulling Situ Hongyun into his arms, and added, "And give me a precious son!"
"Mmm..."
Situ Hongyun blushed, but lowered her head and softly agreed.
Just then, a distant shout was heard; it turned out the small beasts were cooked, and Lin Mubai and the others were calling to them.
After enjoying a delicious meal, the group rested in the Xuanyuan carriage. That night, Long Lin and Situ Hongyun were deeply entwined, both lost in the pink throes of love.
Nothing more was said that night, and the next morning, instead of boarding the Xuanyuan carriage, they used their magical powers and magical artifacts to travel directly to the Immortal Tomb.
Passing through the mist, they found themselves in a clear, open space. However, the dilapidated ruins and the once enormous stone carvings and pavilions indicated that it had once been a very prosperous place.
"This must have been an immortal palace during the war between immortals and demons!"
Lin Mubai said, gazing at the vast plaza.
However, the once magnificent Jade Palace was now reduced to rubble and ruins, a desolate sight. Why then is such an immortal palace called an Immortal Tomb?
It turns out that during the great war between immortals and demons, countless immortals and demons perished. Besides the battlefields littered with countless white bones, the heaviest casualties were found in these immortal palaces and demonic caves. Therefore, these former immortal palaces became burial grounds for the dead cultivators, hence the name "Immortal Tombs" for later generations.
"This is it!"
At this moment, Lin Muzhong took out a jade slip from his robes and carefully compared it with the surrounding scenery before speaking. Without any attempt to conceal anything, he handed the jade slip to everyone to examine in turn.
Long Lin took the jade slip, infused it with a wisp of magic power, and a scene immediately appeared in his mind, identical to this place—indeed, the very place where Lin Feifan, the Lin clan's uncle, was trapped.
"That's the entrance to the mechanism!"
Lin Mubai carefully surveyed the surroundings and pointed to a broken wall.
Immediately, everyone stepped forward to examine it closely. A sloping staircase extended downwards from the broken wall, its depth unknown. The broken wall was covered in dust, but as the wind blew through it, a line of writing appeared.
At that moment, Situ Hongyun subtly used her magic, and a gust of water and wind swept across, washing the stone wall clean. They then discovered that it was covered in ancient writing.
The group, all Core Formation stage cultivators, were well-versed in various ancient scriptures and classics, so this writing was familiar to them. Bing Lingyu immediately read the text aloud:
"The Nine Illusion Tower, nine levels above, nine levels below, each level like an illusion, illusion upon illusion..."
This was followed by an explanation of the Nine Illusion Tower. The group then understood that this was originally a base for testing the magical power of cultivators. The upper nine levels were tests of magical power, while the lower nine levels were tests of inner demons; the more levels there were, the more difficult it became. Later, after the war between immortals and demons broke out, all the mechanisms and spiritual treasures of the upper nine levels of the Nine Illusion Tower were moved underground. Many righteous immortal cultivators were stationed on the upper level, vowing to protect this underground illusion tower to the death. This stone wall was built at that time, and cultivators inscribed it with records of the events.
However, the demons were powerful, and after sweeping through the area, they naturally discovered the underground Nine Illusion Tower. However, the Nine-Layered Illusion Tower contained both illusions and real magical mechanisms. After the demons entered, they were all killed or wounded; not a single one emerged alive.
Therefore, the Nine-Layered Illusion Tower became a dead zone, treated as just an ordinary ruin and forgotten.
"I'll go in and take a look!"
Lin Muzhong said, taking out a half-foot-tall bronze figure from his sleeve. After channeling his magic power into his palm, it grew to two feet long, its eyes blazing with fire, its nostrils billowing smoke, and every movement accompanied by billowing winds—it was like a human torch.
"Hmph!"
Lin Muzhong uttered a spell, and the little figure walked step by step down the stone path.
Seeing the surprised looks on everyone's faces, Lin Muzhong laughed, "This is a toy I made in my spare time, called the Fiery Bronze Man. It's usually good for setting fires from a distance, but now I'll just have to use it to scout ahead! And if there's no fire below, it can be used as a torch!"
Long Lin and the others praised it. Although they all had the ability to see in the dark, a torch was still better than complete darkness. Moreover, this didn't cost him any magic power, so he was naturally happy to take advantage of the situation.
The Fiery Bronze Man descended the stone steps, a wisp of Lin Muzhong's soul attached to him. Soon, it relayed a message from below: Lin Muzhong said, "Nothing unusual, let's go down!"
With that, he led the way.
Long Lin followed second, Situ Hongyun third, Bing Lingyu, and Ouyang Ran. Lin Mubai, despite having the highest magic power, lowered his position and descended in turn.
After descending the stone steps, they walked only a hundred paces to an open space. In the center stood a three-foot-tall fiery figure, its flames illuminating the surroundings.
The open space, about an acre in size, was paved with bluestone, but littered with the remains of many demons and the damaged spiritual energy of some magical artifacts. Clearly, a fierce battle had taken place here.
This must be the first level of the Nine Illusions Tower.
"Wait, it seems someone has been here recently!"
Bing Lingyu, a woman with a keen mind, remarked from the shadows. Sure enough, everyone looked and saw a scattered array plate. There was no dust on the plate, and the spirit stones in the array's core still retained a faint trace of spiritual energy, indicating it had only recently been destroyed.
"Not good! Retreat!"
Long Lin's mental energy swept across the area above the stone steps, where he felt a flash of white light. Startled, he shouted and immediately summoned his Qian Yuan Sword, leaping towards the steps.
Boom…
The Qian Yuan Sword's light collided with the white light and was instantly bounced back. Long Lin was shocked to find that the original entrance had been sealed off by the spiritual light.
"*! How could this be?"
Long Lin and the others were also astonished. Logically, a single thrust of Long Lin's Qian Yuan Sword would be enough to overwhelm even a Core Formation cultivator, and could easily break through even a small to medium-sized array. But now it was all in vain, which chilled him to the bone.
At this moment, they were unaware that the empty plaza was already filled with swirling clouds and flashing spiritual light, as if an extremely powerful array had been activated.
"Yes... not a single detail is wrong!"
Lin Mubai exclaimed sadly. It turned out that the restrictions here were incredibly profound; anyone who descended was inevitably blocked by the array and could not return. Those outside, unaware of this, could freely descend, but would naturally be trapped inside as well.
This was the mystery of the Nine Illusions Tower; its array was exquisite, reaching the level of even celestial beings.
After Lin Mubai's explanation, everyone understood why their ancestor, the Lin family's grand-uncle, had asked the Lin family to find at least five mid-stage Core Formation cultivators to come here.
Without immense power, it would be a one-way trip for ordinary cultivators.
"Hmm... Look here!"
Ouyang Ran suddenly said in a deep voice. Not far behind the Fire Bronze Man, on the bluestone ground, lay a blood-dripping limb.

Chapter 227 Ghost Spirit Escape
Update Time: 10-1 9:37:12 Words: 3706

"Could someone have been here?"
Lin Mubai stepped forward and used his sword to pull out the limb. It was dripping with blood, having just been severed.
"Roar..."
Just as everyone was wondering, a loud noise suddenly came from the base of the Illusion Tower, and faintly, it seemed as if someone was shouting.
Everyone exchanged glances, each with a hint of surprise and doubt.
Obviously, someone had arrived here earlier and was engaged in a fierce battle with the mechanisms and demons in the Illusion Tower. However, they seemed to have extremely high cultivation levels. Judging from the battle on the first floor, all the mechanisms and demons on the first floor had been wiped out, and only one of them was injured.
This was also the reason why Long Lin and the others were not attacked when they descended to the first floor of the Illusion Tower.
"Let's go, follow them!"
Long Lin pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice. Regardless of whether the newcomer was friend or foe, everything would be more complicated once they met. However, if he managed to break through the tower's mechanisms first, things might get complicated.
"Let's go!"
Lin Mubai and the others nodded and immediately rushed towards the corner emitting a burst of spiritual light. That was the passage leading to the second level.
Lin Mubai and Long Lin walked in front, Situ Hongyun and Bing Lingyu in the middle, and Lin Muzhong and Ouyang Ran at the back. The six of them each held their magical weapons, unleashing their full mental power, and cautiously entered the spiritual light, heading towards the second level.
A white light enveloped them, and they felt their bodies flying rapidly before landing in the center of a plaza.
"Ah..."
Seeing the scene on the plaza, Long Lin couldn't help but gasp.
The plaza, which was over three acres in size, was littered with the remains of strange demonic beasts, and among them lay the corpse of a burly man in black.
Clearly, a far more brutal battle was about to unfold.
A late-stage Core Formation demon…
When the group clearly saw the corpse of the burly man in black, they exchanged glances, their expressions filled with worry.
This burly man's body wasn't covered in human skin, but rather coarse black fur, clearly that of a bear-like monster. However, even from his corpse, it was evident that his cultivation had subtly reached the late-stage Core Formation realm.
Although the cultivation of demons often stemmed from years of honing their skills, and their true strength was often less than their cultivation level, the death of such a demon here was still a significant shock to Long Lin and the others of the same level.
"The mechanism has been activated, and some have already descended to the third level!"
At this moment, Situ Hongyun glanced at the spiritual light passage and said.
Everyone was shocked. It seemed this Nine Illusion Tower was indeed extraordinary! Even a late-stage Core Formation demon had perished here, demonstrating the power of the mechanisms and monsters.
It should be noted that Core Formation cultivators, unless instantly killed by a higher-level Nascent Soul cultivator, were practically immortal, as they could easily escape even if defeated. Most Core Formation stage cultivators have a set of trump cards to protect themselves, and these demonic cultivators are even more extraordinary. Besides their terrifying speed, they often possess a coat of incredibly strong fur, almost equivalent to immortal armor, making them extremely difficult to kill.
"Swoosh!"
Lin Mubai's longsword pierced through the body of a gray wolf demon beast, leaving a bloody gash. This gray wolf demon beast was only at the late Foundation Establishment stage. With their numbers, even a large number of these demonic beasts should not be a match for the dead demonic cultivator.
However, this bear demon cultivator had a large gash on his neck, dying before his spiritual consciousness could even leave his body. There were several other wounds on his body, all inflicted by demonic beasts.
"Could this guy have been killed by his companion?"
Bing Lingyu said.
Long Lin shook his head, his gaze falling on the bear demon cultivator's left hand, where he held a longsword made of some kind of animal bone.
He stepped forward, took the longsword, and placed it against the bear demon cultivator's neck; the wound fit perfectly.
"Suicide?"
Ouyang Ran frowned and said in a deep voice.
"Never mind! The entire second floor is already destroyed, let's go to the third floor!"
At this moment, Lin Mubai said after surveying the entire second floor. He found that all the demonic beasts had been killed, and there were traces of damage to the remaining array mechanisms by magical artifacts.
Everyone was speechless and nodded as they walked towards the entrance of the passage. However, the tragic state of the bear demon cultivator left a shadow in their hearts.
The third floor of the Nine Illusions Tower was shrouded in a mist from which no one could be seen.
Long Lin released all his mental power, but found that it seemed to have no end, and even his mental power could not find the end.
"What's going on?"
Situ Hongyun clung tightly to Long Lin and asked nervously.
"Don't worry, it might be some kind of array! Maybe the one who came down earlier was that cultivator, and no one has been to this third floor before!"
Long Lin comforted her.
"Everyone be careful, something strange is going on here!"
Lin Mubai said, and the six of them gathered together, using their mental power to scan the surroundings and be on high alert.
At this moment, a wisp of Long Lin's spiritual power seemed to touch a round, bead-like object in the mist. The bead emitted a faint red light, and upon closer inspection, its surface appeared almost transparent.
"Boss, why did Third Brother just commit suicide?"
a wolf-headed, human-bodied demon cultivator howled, his face filled with sinister murderous intent. He wielded a spiked club emitting a pale white light, fiercely smashing it against a stone figure at the center of the bead. Sparks flew, but the stone figure, made of some unknown stone, didn't even shed a single fragment.
"Damn it… that's the legendary Ghost Spirit Escape! It seems those old fogies from ancient times were truly cunning; they even managed to bring something that only exists in the Demon Realm into the Nine Illusions Tower!"
a hawk-nosed demon cultivator shrieked. He too wielded a wooden club-like magical weapon, attacking the stone figure at the center with thunderous roars.
"Ghost Spirit Escape? No wonder Third Brother fell for it!"
the wolf-headed cultivator sighed. However, after thinking for a moment, he added, "Legend has it that this Nine Illusions Tower was a training ground for those old guys to fight against the Demon Realm. It's not surprising that there are things from the Demon
Realm here." "Yes... what a pity for Third Brother! He was hit by the Ghost Spirit Escape and lost his mind. But he was loyal enough to commit suicide and seal his spiritual aperture. Otherwise, if that ghost spirit had been released, we probably wouldn't have fared much better if we hadn't been on guard!"
the eagle-nosed cultivator said. A staff slammed hard into the stone man's nose. A white light burst forth, and the stone man shattered. A large hole appeared where the stone man had stood.
"Second Brother, it's done! Let's go to the fourth floor!"
the eagle-nosed cultivator exclaimed happily. Immediately, two gray beams of light shot into the cave. Inside the transparent stone sphere, the two figures had disappeared.
"So that's how it is! It seems that the Nine Illusions Tower is fraught with danger!"
Long Lin withdrew his mental power and muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a series of clicking sounds came from the mechanism. The mist around Long Lin and the others was blown away by a strong wind and slowly dissipated. At this moment, Lin Muzhong leaned against the wall not far away, reaching out to pry open a white tooth from the gaping maw of a tiger-head statue.
"The Thousand Illusions Mist Array! This is no challenge for me!"
Looking at the receding mist, revealing the bluestone ground and some damaged mechanism diagrams, Lin Muzhong smiled.
However, Long Lin's brows furrowed slightly. Looking around, this area, which wasn't large to begin with, should have been easily reached by his mental power. Moreover, the transparent stone sphere he had seen with his mental power was nowhere to be found in the empty plaza.
A passageway emitting spiritual light was located in the center of the plaza.
"What's going on? Was what I saw just now an illusion?"
Long Lin murmured. But he quickly dismissed the thought. Looking at the dense array of mechanisms around him, he seemed to understand. Presumably, after coming down from the second-level teleportation array, the wolf-headed cultivator and the eagle-nosed cultivator entered one mechanism, while they entered another.
"Brother Long… what's wrong?"
Seeing Long Lin's somewhat dazed expression, Situ Hongyun asked with concern.
"Oh...it's nothing! Let's go!"
Long Lin agreed and headed towards the entrance to the third-level spiritual light cave. However, judging from the appearance of the entrance, it was clearly different from the one the two demonic cultivators had entered, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious. Could there be more than one entrance to the fourth underground level?
At this moment, they had all entered the passage. The spiritual light teleportation array automatically activated.
However, just then, the teleportation array shook violently, and several exclamations were heard from Situ Hongyun and the others. When Long Lin landed, he found that there was no one around him.
"Not good!"
Long Lin was secretly startled.
The six of them had come all this way, and if it weren't for the three demonic cultivators clearing the way ahead, they probably could have passed through smoothly. But here, they were separated by the teleportation array, and he himself didn't even know where he was.
A wisp of yellow sand swirled up from the ground, forming a small whirlwind that howled and swept far into the distance, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
All around, as far as the eye could see, was a yellow light, and beneath their feet were undulating yellow sand dunes.
Long Lin felt as if he were in the very center of this desert, with no end in sight. This desert was devoid of water, trees, birds, and beasts; apart from the howling wind, there was only deathly silence. He released his mental power, only to find that it could barely extend to a radius of thirty feet, even less than the naked eye could see.
"An illusion?"
Long Lin's heart sank.
From the moment he and the two demonic cultivators entered this fourth underground level through two separate entrances, Long Lin had sensed something was amiss, and now he seemed to understand.
"Hun Tian..."
Long Lin called out.
"Young Master... uh... this is an illusion?"
The Hun Tian Ancestor floated out from the Qian Yuan Sword, surveyed the surroundings, and said in astonishment.
"Yes, it should be an illusion. Do you have any way to break through this illusion and escape?"
Long Lin asked.
The Hun Tian Ancestor shook his head and sighed, "An illusion, an illusion. The so-called illusion is actually the mind. Only you can find a way out of your own mind; I am powerless to help..."
"Hmm..."
Long Lin nodded.
"However, young master, since you already know this is an illusion, you've already broken half of it!"
the Hun Tian Ancestor said at this moment.
"What do you mean?"
Long Lin asked.
"An illusion is a realm of deception. You already know it's deceptive, so why would you fall for it?"
the Hun Tian Ancestor laughed.
"Hmm, so that means I can completely ignore it?"
Long Lin said.
"That's right... this illusion probably hasn't truly activated yet. In a moment, young master, you must guard your mind and not be moved by any outsiders or things. You must know that they are all illusions created by your own inner demons."
the Hun Tian Ancestor said.
"Alright, I understand... but is merely guarding my mind enough? How do I break through this illusion?"
Long Lin nodded, then frowned. Guarding one's mind isn't difficult, but it's still a passive defense. Given his nature, being passive is never as good as being proactive.
The Old Ancestor of Chaos floated above the Qian Yuan Sword for a moment, then said after a moment's thought, "There is a method, but I wonder if you dare to try it, young master!"
"What method?"
Long Lin asked.
"In this illusion, mind is body, and body is mind... To break through the mental barrier, one must first break through the physical barrier. I wonder if you have the courage!"
the Old Ancestor of Chaos said.
"You mean..."
Long Lin was shocked and subconsciously gripped the Spinning Dragon Halberd in his hand.
"That's right. In this illusion, killing oneself is to destroy the inner demon! If not, I'm afraid you will be trapped in this illusion forever."
"Suicide?... Hmm, never mind..."
Long Lin pondered for a moment, glanced at the Spinning Dragon Halberd in his hand, bit his lip, held the Spinning Dragon Halberd upside down, closed his eyes, and stabbed it into his heart!

Chapter 228 Enlightenment in the Illusion
Update Time: 10-2 9:25:48 Words: 3800

"Swoosh—"
The sharp blade of the Spinning Dragon Halberd pierced Long Lin's chest, and blood flowed out.
Just then, the sharp pain made Long Lin gasp, his mind jolting.
"What am I doing?"
Long Lin instantly awoke, realizing he was in an illusion. Clearly, the method the Chaotic Ancestor had suggested for him to sacrifice himself to escape was just a figment of his imagination.
The dead cannot be brought back to life; what difference is there between escaping a predicament and not escaping it at all?
Long Lin's powerful willpower quickly activated, though he remained within three zhang of the original distance, ensuring his safety.
"Brother Long...save me!"
Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in the distance of the desert—it was Situ Hongyun.
Her clothes were disheveled, and she lay prone in the desert, seemingly parched and without any strength to walk; even her cries were weak and feeble.
Seeing her pitiful state, Long Lin's heart tightened, and he was about to rush over and pick her up. However, a sliver of clarity remained deep within his mind, and his powerful willpower suppressed his surroundings. He suddenly realized he was in an illusion. Gritting his teeth, he turned away from Situ Hongyun.
"Brother Long..."
Situ Hongyun's voice faded, and the spot where she had been suddenly empty.
"You beast, give me back my arm!"
a shout rang out! Long Lin felt a gust of cold wind beside him, and abruptly turned to the side, a long sword already slashing through the air.
The blade's light was eerie and sinister, incredibly sharp, radiating a bone-chilling cold.
"How dare you!"
Long Lin roared, looking closely to see a towering, bear-faced monster with a face as black as charcoal, wielding a large polearm, glaring angrily at him.
"Heh heh... give me back my life!"
Seeing Long Lin dodge the attack, the bear-faced monster let out a strange laugh, then lunged forward, its large sword slashing down towards Long Lin's head.
Long Lin shuddered, for he now knew this bear monster was the bear demon cultivator who had committed suicide on the third level!
How could he suddenly come back to life?
Looking at his single, gnarled arm, it dawned on him that the severed limb on the first level belonged to this bear-demon cultivator.
A late-stage Core Formation cultivator.
Whoosh… The long blade came down on his head, as fast as lightning, and the sound of thunder faintly appeared above Long Lin's head.
"Damn it, I'm not afraid of you now that you're dead!"
Long Lin muttered, closing his eyes without dodging, letting the long blade cleave down on his head.
Just as the blade reached Long Lin's hair, the bear-faced demon suddenly flashed and disappeared without a trace into the desert.
"Hehe… So that's how it is, it was just an illusion after all. But it's also thanks to my strong willpower that I'm not afraid of this so-called illusion!"
Long Lin smiled inwardly, then sat cross-legged on the ground, channeling the mental power techniques taught by the wizard Edward. His mental energy protected his body, and he remained motionless.
A fragrant breeze drifted in from afar.
"Brother Long...come here...I've missed you so much..."
An extremely alluring voice sounded in his ear, and a warm, fragrant breath wafted from his earlobe. A snow-white, boneless hand had already caressed his chest.
Although Long Lin's eyes were closed, he seemed to be able to clearly see Bing Lingyu's voluptuous body draped only in a light pink, gossamer-thin veil, leaning lazily against him, her eyes curved like crescent moons, blinking at him with electric light.
"Mmm...Brother Long, come here!"
Her voice was like a midnight cat's call, sending chills down his spine. Her hands slid down his chest, the smooth, warm sensation making him unsteady on his feet.
However, Long Lin was completely still, his mind and body in a deep meditation, letting Bing Lingyu do as she pleased.
"You... what are you doing?"
A clear and surprised voice rang out. A flash of white light appeared, and a woman with a slender figure suddenly appeared in the desert. Her beautiful face was now contorted with anger as she angrily rebuked Bing Lingyu.
"Hehe, I'm willing, what's it to you!"
Bing Lingyu chuckled calmly, still half-embracing Long Lin, and said to the woman.
"Qing'er..."
Long Lin's mind already reflected the woman's face.
"Long Lin, you've entered an illusion, come with me quickly!"
Qing'er ignored Bing Lingyu and stepped forward to grab Long Lin, saying urgently.
"Wait... what illusion! I think you're the demon!"
Bing Lingyu retorted angrily.
"Get out of the way!"
Qing'er shouted, waving her snow-white hand, sending a powerful burst of emerald green magic towards Bing Lingyu. Bing Lingyu was caught off guard and struck squarely, letting out a scream before vanishing into thin air.
"Long Lin, run! Otherwise, you'll die in this illusion!"
Qing'er knelt before Long Lin, speaking urgently.
Long Lin remained motionless. His senses swept around him, but the surroundings were empty, devoid of anything.
"Long Lin… if you won't leave, I'll pull you!"
Qing'er cried anxiously, grabbing Long Lin and pulling him backward with all her might. Long Lin
didn't move, but Qing'er had vanished without a trace.
In that instant, the crystalline light of Long Lin's mind emitted a burst of white light, absorbing all the surrounding mental energy. Long Lin felt as if he had suddenly fallen into a void.
Darkness reigned, with a few twinkling stars in the sky.
"Boy… not bad, not bad… you've finally arrived!"
Standing before him in the dark void was an old man in green robes, composed of countless points of light—the Azure Emperor of yesteryear. Looking at Long Lin, he chuckled.
Long Lin's mind jolted, but he quickly regained his composure and remained silent.
"Good… Quiet contemplation is the true path of cultivation for us! However, do you know why I took you as my last disciple?"
The Azure Emperor nodded and smiled slightly.
Long Lin sat there, his mind still focused on one point, completely ignoring what was being said outside.
"You are born with the Three Talents, so being able to join my sect is a great opportunity. One day you will surely achieve enlightenment and fulfill your wishes!"
the Azure Emperor said to himself. However, after he finished speaking, his figure had already vanished into the dark void.
Long Lin exhaled a long breath, the crystalline light in his mind constantly washing away the intruding impurities, restoring its original brilliant radiance. In the boundless void, he floated there like a wooden sculpture, motionless.
Suddenly, he abruptly opened his eyes, gazing into the void and uttering a clear "Du!"
Like a thunderclap, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the entire void, and bright sunlight shone in like snow.
At this moment, the boundless desert and endless void around Long Lin were gone. He was now sitting on a huge blue stone, surrounded by a plaza shrouded in mist.
The plaza was vast, with over a dozen huge blue stones scattered haphazardly. On each of those stones sat a person.
"Not good... Hong Yun!"
Long Lin's eyes swept around and instantly landed on a large blue stone not far from him.
On the large blue stone, Situ Hong Yun was weeping, her hand gripping the Seven Star Sword upside down, slowly plunging the tip into her heart.
"Clang..."
Long Lin immediately flicked his finger, and a beam of magical energy shot out, striking the Seven Star Sword precisely, creating sparks as it fell from Situ Hong Yun's hand to the ground.
Situ Hongyun was startled awake by the sound. She looked around, still half-asleep, rubbed her eyes, and asked Long Lin, "Brother Long, where are we?"
Long Lin smiled slightly and said, "The fourth level of the Nine Illusions Tower!"
"The fourth level?"
Situ Hongyun's eyes were still somewhat dazed. She glanced around, her expression momentarily dazed again. Fortunately, Long Lin quickly channeled his mental energy to protect her, preventing her from falling back into the illusion.
"Jump down quickly!"
Long Lin noticed something strange and immediately leaped down from the large blue stone, calling to Situ Hongyun.
Situ Hongyun immediately jumped down as instructed. Standing side by side, they looked at the large blue stones and saw that each stone was engraved with a character, shimmering with spiritual light. The characters were:
anger, joy, sorrow, worry, grief, grief, lust, wealth, anger, emptiness, and killing…
The stone Long Lin had been on had the character "emptiness," while the stone Situ Hongyun had been on had the character "worry."
"Hahaha... The treasure is finally mine! I, Lin Mubai, will become the number one cultivator in the world!"
Suddenly, Lin Mubai, sitting on the blue stone with the character "囍" (double happiness) on it, laughed loudly and danced with joy.
"Brother Lin, wake up!"
Seeing Lin Mubai's madness, Long Lin immediately used his mental power to protect him on either side and shouted.
Lin Mubai was startled and suddenly woke up, leaping off the blue stone, repeatedly saying how close he had come to disaster, and thanking Long Lin.
At this moment, looking at the people on the blue stone, Bing Lingyu's face was already flushed, and one of her jade hands was constantly stroking her body. Her extremely seductive posture was enough to make anyone's nose bleed.
Situ Hongyun blushed and hurriedly turned her head away.
"Bing Lingyu, wake up!"
Seeing that Bing Lingyu was in a critical situation, Long Lin didn't care about anything else and immediately shouted, waking Bing Lingyu from her lustful dream.
Bing Lingyu suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing she was half-undressed. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, like a ripe peach. She lowered her head and leaped down from the stone inscribed with the character for "lust," then approached Situ Hongyun, speechless.
"Brother Long, quickly wake the others!"
Lin Mubai said.
"Alright!"
Long Lin agreed. However, just as he was about to call out to wake the others, he suddenly heard the whistling sound of a weapon cutting through the air, followed by a mournful scream.
Long Lin, Lin Mubai, Bing Lingyu, and Situ Hongyun hurriedly turned to look. Not far from them, on a large blue stone inscribed with the character for "death," a gray-robed man with an aquiline nose and yellow eyes had been pierced through the chest by a massive wolf-tooth club. He struggled only twice before dying.
"Kill..."
A thunderous roar erupted. Just two zhang away from the stone inscribed with "death," on another blue stone inscribed with the character for "kill," a wolf-headed demonic cultivator had entered a frenzied state. His hands had transformed into two gigantic wolf claws, six long, sharp claws suddenly flying out, accompanied by flashes of lightning and whistling sounds, shooting towards Long Lin and the others!
"Not good! Get out of the way!"
Long Lin shouted urgently, his mental power strong. However, due to the close distance and the wolf claws' lightning speed, there was no time to dodge before they pounced upon them.
"*! Go!"
Knowing he couldn't dodge in time, Long Lin immediately channeled his mental power, condensing it into a single point and attaching it directly to the wolf claw.
The wolf claws, coming with ferocious force, had already torn through his clothes at the chest, but at that moment, under Long Lin's control of his mental power, they flew back with a whoosh and accurately shot into the wolf-headed demon cultivator's body.
The wolf-headed demon cultivator let out a shrill howl and fell backward onto the bluestone platform.
At this moment, Situ Hongyun and the others used their life-saving moves to barely dodge the flying wolf claws. Lin Mubai and Bing Lingyu, whose cultivation was the highest, even managed to spare some attention in the critical moment to block two wolf claws that were heading towards Lin Muzhong and Ouyang Ran.
Long Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately used his mental power to wake Lin Muzhong and Ouyang Ran. They both jumped off the bluestone platform and stood on the square.
"That was close... If Brother Long hadn't woken up and escaped the illusion in time, we would probably all have been trapped here to die!"
Lin Muzhong glanced at the tragically dead wolf-headed demon cultivator and eagle-nosed demon cultivator, and then scanned the bluestone platform covered with writing. He instantly understood what had just happened and sighed.
"It's nothing! This Nine Illusion Tower is famous for its 'illusion' aspect; it wouldn't be called an Illusion Tower if it weren't powerful! We just need to be careful!"
Seeing that the six were unharmed, Long Lin felt relieved and laughed heartily.
Immediately, the six ignored the corpses of the two demonic cultivators and headed towards the entrance to the fifth level. There, instead of the previous spiritual light, was a pitch-black whirlwind.

Chapter 229 Nine Dragons Binding Immortal
Update Time: 10-3 8:46:03 Words: 3756

Passing through the pitch-black whirlwind, Long Lin and the others descended to the fifth level of the Nine Illusion Tower.
The fifth level resembled a giant cave, with spirit stones shimmering with five colors placed throughout the cave's ceiling and walls, illuminating the entire fifth level like a seven-colored rainbow illusion.
In the center of the cave stood a circular stone platform, upon which nine dragon-carved pillars stood tall. Each dragon's head faced the entrance to the fourth level, glaring fiercely; their fiery eyes sent chills down one's spine.
"This can't be an illusion, can it?"
Situ Hongyun murmured, gently tugging at Long Lin's arm. She had followed closely behind Long Lin since the fourth level, clearly still shaken by the illusion.
"Of course it's not an illusion..."
Long Lin smiled.
"Let's go! The entrance to the sixth level is right among those dragon-carved pillars!"
Lin Muzhong said with a smile. Having known Lin Muzhong's expertise in mechanisms and formations, Long Lin and the others nodded in agreement, with Lin Muzhong taking the lead.
Long Lin and Situ Hongyun, hesitant for a moment, ended up at the back.
Lin Muzhong held a white jade Arhat-shaped magic weapon, observing the various colored spirit stones inlaid on the jade plate as he walked. The moment his foot stepped onto the stone platform, the crimson spirit stones on the white jade plate suddenly emitted a shimmering red light.
"The Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation!"
Lin Muzhong murmured to himself, then continued upwards without pausing. As he ascended the steps, passing two coiled dragon stone pillars, he saw the five-colored spirit stones on the white jade plate light up one after another, shimmering and beautiful to behold.
"Muzhong, how is it?"
Lin Mubai asked. At this moment, everyone was standing in the center of the stone platform, but the area in the center, which shone with spiritual light like a teleportation passage, remained completely still.
Looking around the fifth level, apart from this place which seemed to be the entrance to the sixth level, there was no other way to reach the sixth level.
"Brother, the Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation is an ancient formation passed down from ancient times… its legends are extremely profound, but fortunately, there was a similar formation underground in our Lin family, though that formation was much smaller. I've studied it carefully, and it should be fine,"
Lin Muzhong said.
"You mean the Nine Dragon Pool?"
Lin Mubai asked, startled. Beneath the Lin family's base lies the Nine Dragon Pool, adorned with nine stone dragons. Legend has it that only cultivators of the Lin family at the mid-stage of Core Formation or higher can enter. He, of course, had been there before. Once there, it felt as if the nine dragons were trapping him; without full power, it was impossible to break free. However, he had naturally broken that formation before.
"Exactly!"
Lin Muzhong said.
"That's good then... Let's begin!"
Lin Mubai smiled easily. Since he knew that this Nine Dragon Formation shared the same origin as his family's formation, it didn't matter if it were even stronger. After all, they now had six mid-stage Core Formation cultivators here, and if they banded together, they were no less powerful than a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Alright! Everyone be careful, I'm about to activate the formation! Once activated, follow my commands!"
Lin Mubai nodded, gave Long Lin and the others a few more instructions, then put away the white jade plate in his hand, waved his palm, and sent a surge of powerful magic force towards a dragon pillar in the upper left corner.
"Roar..."
Just as the magical fire and wind were about to collide with the stone pillar, a clear, long roar emanated from it. A powerful whirlwind surged from the pillar, spinning rapidly before coalescing in mid-air into a gigantic dragon shape, scaled, clawed, with eyes and whiskers, lifelike as a real dragon.
"Haha... Over five hundred years! Finally, I see you humans again!"
The wind dragon's enormous eyes swept over Lin Muzhong and the others before it suddenly spoke. As
soon as it spoke, an immense pressure descended from mid-air. Long Lin and the others channeled their magical power to dissipate this pressure. Long Lin and the others didn't feel anything amiss, but Lin Mubai and Lin Muzhong were startled, their expressions turning serious.
"Brothers, kill this wind dragon!"
Lin Muzhong glanced at Lin Mubai, then gritted his teeth and said. He then waved his Fire Fan, and a fireball shot towards the wind dragon with a whooshing sound.
Lin Mubai's body automatically levitated, a white sword light flashing as it slashed towards the Wind Dragon. Immediately afterward, Bing Lingyu and Ouyang Ran also launched their attacks, each unleashing their magical weapons at the Wind Dragon.
"Hmm?"
The Wind Dragon, seeing the incoming magical weapons, let out a slight surprised sound, then shook its head, saying, "You guys... you just won't say a few more words to me!" It sighed, then suddenly opened its mouth wide, unleashing a howling black gust of wind that blocked the fireball Lin Mubai was launching. With a slight twist, it flew aside and struck Bing Lingyu's Xuanbing Arrow. Simultaneously, Lin Mubai's sword light struck Ouyang Ran's Ghost Head Saber, while Situ Hongyun's long whip slashed across the Qian Yuan Sword commanded by Long Lin, but failed to block the sword's attack.
*Poof...*
The Qian Yuan Sword, just close to the Wind Dragon's body, expanded into a three-foot-long, cold, golden sword, piercing through the Wind Dragon's back and slicing a wound over a foot long. A gentle breeze was blowing there, but it was noticeably weaker than before.
"Good lad..."
Fenglong roared in a low voice. He hadn't expected that the unassuming little sword would possess such power, actually injuring him.
"Quick... kill it, otherwise it'll be troublesome if the other eight dragons come out!"
Lin Muzhong said again, and his Fire Fan flew out automatically, igniting a wall of fire in front of Fenglong. At the same time, the others also acted simultaneously, each increasing the power of their magic weapons by 30%, instantly trapping Fenglong in the middle.
Long Lin's Qian Yuan Sword returned after one strike and was put into his storage ring. He knew that if he had relied on his own strength, he would have been able to clash with Situ Hongyun's long whip. Clearly, Hun Tian had played a major role in the fight.
However, he also knew that Hun Tian's power was not inexhaustible, and he was unwilling to waste such a good trump card in a fight with this wind dragon. Moreover, he didn't want his secret to be discovered by others.
Just now, the strike of the Qian Yuan Sword had already attracted Lin Mubai's attention and surprise.
Sheathing his Qian Yuan Sword, he casually drew his Spinning Dragon Halberd, swung it through the air, and thrust it at the wind dragon.
"Roar..."
The wind dragon shook its head and tail, its powerful wind force dissipating, neutralizing the attacks, but also creating several more transparent holes in its body.
"You...you're courting death!"
the wind dragon roared, its voice booming like thunder, then suddenly let out a strange dragon roar. Following this roar, several more identical roars echoed from all around.
The crowd, still rejoicing at wounding the wind dragon, were startled by these roars. Lin Muzhong's expression changed drastically; he shouted, "Quick, kill this wind dragon first!" With a
flick of his Li Huo Fan, it transformed into a flaming dragon blade in mid-air, slicing the wind dragon in two. However, his face turned deathly pale, as the attack had consumed almost eighty percent of his mana.
The wind dragon let out a miserable roar and finally vanished into a wisp of wind. Only then did Lin Muzhong seem to breathe a sigh of relief. Because in the Lin family's Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation, this wind dragon was the main dragon of the formation; killing it meant the formation was almost half destroyed. Although this wind dragon was more than a hundred times stronger than the one in the Lin family, the formation should still be functioning correctly.
However, as the wind dragon disappeared, eight giant dragons representing thunder, lightning, fire, earth, wood, stone, water, and ice surged from the other stone pillars, each roaring wildly, clearly enraged.
"*!"
Long Lin cursed inwardly, feeling the powerful pressure of the dragons.
Lin Mubai and Lin Muzhong's expressions changed drastically, because things didn't go as they expected. The formation didn't weaken with the disappearance of the wind dragon; instead, the appearance of these eight dragons increased the pressure in the area by a factor of ten, forcing even their protective shields to shrink by half a foot to concentrate their power and protect themselves.
However, everyone's attention was focused on the eight newly appeared dragons, and no one noticed that a wisp of breeze from the killed wind dragon was being sucked into the swirling dragon painting in the Dragon Forest.
"Damn humans, they actually killed our leader!"
Like lightning, a thunder dragon, its body radiating golden light, coiled half its massive tail around a stone pillar, its enormous eyes shooting out bolts of lightning, roared furiously.
"Not good...it's a true dragon soul!"
Lin Muzhong exclaimed in alarm, glancing fearfully at Lin Mubai.
Lin Mubai's expression also changed drastically. He knew that this Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation was not merely larger than their Lin family's dragon formation, because the nine dragons within were not formed from spiritual energy, but were real dragon souls.
"What do we do?"
Bing Lingyu clearly also realized that these eight dragons were unusual. The wind dragon alone had already taken them considerable effort; defeating these eight would likely be even more difficult.
"Go!"
Lin Muzhong gritted his teeth and decisively ordered, his figure rising into the air as his armor erupted in blazing red flames, making him appear like a fiery figure as he charged towards the stone platform.
Hearing the order, the others didn't hesitate, unleashing their own movement techniques and rushing towards the platform.
"Stop them!"
the thunder-headed dragon roared.
Instantly, lightning flashed and thunder roared across the stone platform, smoke and clouds billowed, and icy water lashed like blades, seemingly capable of shredding everyone in the center.
"Pfft..."
Lin Muzhong, the first to escape the platform, crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He had been the first to flee, and naturally, he had been attacked by the three dragons. Even with his extraordinary cultivation and the Fire Armor being a naturally occurring treasure, it was instantly shattered, leaving him severely injured by the time he escaped.
"You beast, get out of my way!"
Long Lin brandished his halberd, blocking the two giant dragons, the gold and water ones, and protected Situ Hongyun as they charged outwards. At the same time, he threw out the Qian Yuan Sword to block the giant clod of earth thrown down by the earth dragon, and then pulled Situ Hongyun off the stone platform.
Lin Muzhong and Long Lin attracted the attention of the six giant dragons, relieving Lin Mubai, Bing Lingyu, and Ouyang Ran of some pressure. They worked together to block the ice and wood dragons and also jumped off the stone platform.
The Qian Yuan Sword pierced through the thick clod of earth with a whoosh, circled in mid-air, and silently returned to Long Lin's hand.
"Muzhong, are you alright?"
Lin Mubai asked anxiously when he saw Lin Muzhong injured.
At this moment, Lin Muzhong's face was pale gold. He had suffered serious internal injuries in the battle just now, but fortunately, he had sacrificed his Li Huo Armor to save his life.
Several colossal dragons roared wildly, causing the entire fifth level of the Illusion Tower to shake violently with lightning and thunder. However, the eight dragons only circled on the stone platform and did not leap down.
"Fortunately, the Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation is only on the stone platform, otherwise we would have been in grave danger!"
Lin Mubai sighed, frowning as he spoke.
"However, although we escaped, how do we get into the sixth level?"
Bing Lingyu asked.
"Yes... we must find a way to kill these eight beasts! Didn't you and Brother Muzhong say you had a way to break the Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation? How did it turn out like this?"
Ouyang Ran said.
"I didn't expect that these eight dragons would actually be true dragon souls!"
Lin Mubai said with a wry smile.
"Dragon souls?"
Long Lin and the others were all stunned and surprised.
"Yes, the power of these eight dragon souls is almost heaven-defying! Even a Nascent Soul stage expert here would likely struggle to escape their clutches. The passage to the sixth level is guarded by these nine dragons; if we don't eliminate them, we'll have a hard time entering the next level. However, let's wait until Mu Zhong's injuries have healed before proceeding!"
Lin Mubai said.
Everyone was speechless for a moment, then nodded in agreement. Lin Muzhong had already taken the healing medicine he brought and was now sitting cross-legged on the ground, circulating his energy to heal.
However, when he heard Lin Mubai say that these dragons were true dragon souls, Long Lin's heart stirred slightly.

Chapter 230 Dragon-Trapping Rope
Update Time: 10-4 10:46:12 Words: 3314

In the fifth level of the Nine Illusions Tower, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the earth shook, and eight giant dragons of various colors roared ferociously on a stone platform, creating a terrifying scene.
Long Lin and the others hid in a corner under the stone platform, at a loss for what to do.
Without eliminating these true dragon souls, it's impossible to break the Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation and successfully enter the sixth level.
"Are we just going to waste our time here?"
Situ Hongyun frowned as she spoke.
Lin Mubai sighed helplessly. If it were like their Lin family's Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation, even with greater power, it could be broken. But these dragons were true dragon souls, and without sufficient magical power, it was impossible to deal with them.
"We might as well fight them!"
Ouyang Ran said. A dragon had almost torn him to pieces just now, and he was now furious.
"These dragons are difficult to deal with when they are together. If we separate them, we can defeat them one by one!"
Long Lin said. With their magical power, it was impossible to deal with eight dragons at the same time, but dealing with one was more than enough. After all, the strongest of these dragons, the Wind Dragon, had already been killed by them.
"Brother Long is right... It's just a pity how to lure them away?"
Bing Lingyu said.
"I have a way..."
Just then, Lin Muzhong, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground healing his injuries, opened his eyes, stood up, and said. At this time, his complexion had returned to normal, and his voice was full of energy. His injuries had been healed.
Before coming, they mobilized all the resources of the Lin family, making extremely thorough preparations. They even brought out the most precious healing and life-saving elixirs without hesitation, which is why Lin Muzhong was able to regain his vitality in such a short time.
"What? Tell me quickly..."
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard Lin Muzhong say he had a solution.
Lin Muzhong nodded, then glanced at the stone platform and pointed to the chain-shaped rings engraved on the pillars of the platform, which were shimmering with spiritual light. "Those chains are the Dragon-Binding Ropes. As long as we cut those Dragon-Binding Ropes, we can release the True Dragon Soul."
"Dragon-Binding Ropes? Good idea!"
Lin Mubai said.
At this moment, Long Lin subconsciously stroked the Spinning Dragon Halberd in his hand. The pattern on the Spinning Dragon Halberd was exactly the same as the Dragon-Binding Ropes on the central pillar.
"Okay... how do we cut them?"
Ouyang Ran asked.
"I have a way of dealing with this. Actually, the Dragon-Binding Rope is a legendary treasure, but in reality, it's an extremely ingenious mechanism. Hmm, I'll be responsible for untying the Dragon-Binding Rope, and you guys are responsible for killing the escaped dragon souls,"
Lin Muzhong said, then added, "However, you absolutely cannot let a single dragon soul escape. Their power is clearly suppressed in this Nine Illusion Tower. If they break out, I'm afraid we'll never be able to leave the Nine Illusion Tower again!"
"Don't worry! The five of us can handle a dragon soul without any problem!"
Bing Lingyu laughed, waving her hand and taking out a hexagonal, snowflake-like magic weapon, two feet long and wide.
"Then let's begin!"
Lin Muzhong said. He then moved to a corner of the stone platform, chanting incantations, and shot out a crimson fire-type magic power from his left hand, weaving up and down the Dragon-Binding Rope on a stone pillar. A clear, metallic hum suddenly emanated from the Dragon-Binding Rope. Amidst a bright flash of light, the patterns on the rope slowly emerged from the stone pillar, resembling a dense, intricate web of giant iron chains binding it. Untangling it would be no easy task.
The Dragon-Binding Rope, according to legend, is a magical artifact passed down from the Heavenly Realm to subdue evil dragons of the mortal world. It is extremely strong, even difficult for a dragon to break. However, it is said that the original Dragon-Binding Rope has vanished, and most imitations exist today, though their power should not be underestimated. Moreover, the Dragon-Binding Rope's power stems not only from its sturdiness but also from its exquisitely crafted dragon-binding knots, formed according to ancient formations. Only those proficient in formations can decipher them. Lin Muzhong's crimson magical power weaved through the Dragon-Binding Rope, seemingly navigating an extremely complex maze. Although it appeared simple, beads of sweat soon appeared on his forehead. With a crisp "crack," the Dragon-Binding Ropes snapped open. Lin Muzhong roared, "Prepare!" He then leaned back, collapsing to the ground to recover his mana. Breaking the ropes had consumed most of his energy. A roar erupted as the golden dragon, freed from the ropes, leaped off the stone platform and charged at the group, unleashing countless golden arrows that shot towards them with deadly accuracy. "Kill this beast!" Lin Mubai roared, wielding his heavy sword. A beam of light spread out, catching the incoming arrows and then condensing them to shoot back at the golden dragon. At this moment, everyone launched their attack. The golden dragon roared, thrashing about after breaking free of the ropes, clashing and howling as it fought the group. While the dragons on the stone platforms had become even more ferocious, they were trapped by the ropes and unable to escape, leaving them helpless. Long Lin wielded a whirling dragon-shaped halberd, its blade slicing through the golden dragon. The golden dragon seemed extremely wary of his halberd, daring not to confront him directly, only darting left and right, trying to escape. "Swoosh..." Ouyang Ran's ghost-head saber slashed through the air, striking the golden dragon's head and neck precisely. A jet of golden blood spurted from the huge wound. The golden dragon swayed a few times in mid-air, then let out a mournful roar, its golden light fading before transforming into a wisp of wind. The wind drifted away quietly, but was instantly sucked into the halberd by Long Lin's halberd, disappearing without a trace. As the wind merged with it, Long Lin felt the halberd in his hand become heavier, and a suspicion arose in his heart. While everyone was excitedly resting, he channeled a wisp of his mental energy into the halberd. Whoosh... In the vast, desolate expanse of yellow sand, nine gigantic dragons, like phantoms, floated above. However, two of them were not merely empty space; they had almost solidified into a tangible form. "True Dragon Souls?" Long Lin was overjoyed. The power of the wind dragon and the golden dragon, as they breathed and soared, was a hundred times stronger than the others. Withdrawing his mental energy, he looked again at the tip of the Spinning Dragon Halberd. A gray wind dragon and a golden dragon had appeared, lifelike, as if they were living creatures attached to it. "Back then, Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade was nothing more than a Green Dragon Pearl. My Spinning Dragon Halberd has nine dragons on it… Haha!" Long Lin chuckled inwardly. At that moment, a sharp, chilling dragon's roar rang out. Lin Mubai had already untied the binding rope of another ice dragon. All eight giant dragons were freed from their binding ropes by Lin Mubai and then slain by Long Lin and the others. All the dragon's pure energy was absorbed into Long Lin's Spinning Dragon Halberd. As the last wisp of water, condensed into the Whirlwind Dragon Halberd, merged into it, Long Lin felt the halberd in his hand become more than twice as heavy as before. Holding it, he felt a powerful, yang, and resilient force coursing through him, filling him with intense fighting spirit. Suddenly, a dazzling light emanated from the halberd, its surface shimmering with iridescent light, as if nine dragons were surging and soaring around it. When the light faded, his Whirlwind Dragon Halberd had subtly transformed; the blade tip had become nine, each bright and dazzling. At a glance, it seemed as if a real dragon was roaring on each blade tip, a dazzling spectacle, its powerful aura sending shivers down everyone's spines. "Brother Long Lin, what's wrong?" The group, having slain the nine dragons and broken the Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation, were still rejoicing and taking elixirs to regulate their energy when they were startled by the halberd's unusual appearance. Lin Mubai asked in surprise. "It's alright... After the battle just now, I've completely repaired the Whirlwind Halberd with my spiritual power!"

Long Lin smiled and casually explained. Actually, no one had seen the Whirlwind Dragon Halberd absorb the energy of the nine dragon souls. Of course, Long Lin wouldn't reveal this secret.
"Congratulations, Brother Long Lin! This halberd was originally damaged, but now that it's been repaired, we've essentially gained another excellent mid-grade high-level magic weapon,"
Lin Mubai said with a smile.
It turned out that the halberd was originally the most damaged of the several mid-grade spiritual treasures available. Long Lin had essentially picked up a piece of junk. Now that he had repaired it himself, everyone was happy and had no objections.
"Congratulations, Young Master… the Whirlwind Dragon Halberd has successfully upgraded!"
At this moment, the voice of the Hun Tian Ancestor rang in Long Lin's mind.
"Really?"
Long Lin asked the Hun Tian Ancestor.
"The Whirlwind Dragon Halberd is an ancient spiritual treasure. After absorbing the energy of the nine dragon souls, it successfully upgraded. Now it shouldn't be called the Whirlwind Dragon Halberd anymore; it should be called the Nine Dragon Halberd!"
the Hun Tian Ancestor said excitedly.
"Sigh... Young Master, you really have incredible luck! Even I, Hun Tian, who has lived for ten thousand years, am a little envious!"
Then, Hun Tian Ancestor sighed again.
"Well, it seems I still need to pass on the method of alchemy and Nascent Soul cultivation to you as soon as possible..."
Hun Tian Ancestor's words made Long Lin's eyes light up again. With this old fellow around, it seemed only a matter of time before he cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage. Just as he was thinking this, he heard Situ Hongyun's gentle call.
It turned out that everyone had already headed towards the passage leading to the sixth level in the middle of the Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Array. Long Lin smiled and agreed, following them.
The Nine Illusion Tower has nine levels. They had successfully passed the top five levels. From the sixth level onwards were the bottom three levels. According to Hun Tian Ancestor, even the ancient cultivators of that time found these bottom three levels daunting; only those with extremely high magical power could climb them. Moreover, the current bottom three levels were no longer just the Illusion Tower of yesteryear; they had many more powerful mechanisms added.
On the sixth level, they encountered something even more troublesome than the Nine Dragons Binding Immortal Formation—puppet mechanical beasts.
Each puppet beast possessed strength approaching that of a Core Formation stage cultivator, numbering in the thousands. Among these fearless creatures was a gigantic monster with long white fur.
Resembling a dog, a tiger, and a lion, its mountain-sized body crouched, its crimson eyes fiercely staring at the six mortal cultivators who had charged down.
"Snow Demon Lion-like Beast!"
Upon seeing this monster, Situ Hongyun exclaimed in surprise, covering her open mouth with her jade-like hand.
In Long Lin's mind, a surprised voice also echoed from the Hun Tian Ancestor, who then recounted the origins of the Snow Demon Lion-like Beast to Long Lin.

Chapter 231 Snow Demon Lion Tuna
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Faced with thousands of puppet beasts, after a fierce battle, the six of them, led by Lin Muzhong, unleashed a small defensive formation, finally bringing the battle to a stalemate.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone swallowed spiritual medicine, seizing the time to rest and recover their physical and magical power. Long Lin, after circulating his Wood Spirit True Technique once, immediately recovered all his magical power.
The five elements in the human world each have their own attributes. Wood governs life, and is particularly adept at restoring physical and magical power and repairing physical injuries, so Long Lin recovered the fastest among them. However, at this moment, he was also sitting cross-legged on the ground, listening to the Old Ancestor Hun Tian recount the origins of the Snow Demon Lion Tuna.
The Snow Demon Lion is said to be a wondrous beast from the ancient times after Pangu separated heaven and earth. Its flesh and blood were formed from the condensation of pure and turbid energies, possessing immense strength and a deafening roar. It particularly loved to devour dragons, hence its name "Heaven-Suppressing Roar." Some even cast iron lions in its likeness to subdue tsunamis and river floods, thus
earning it the name "Sea-Suppressing Roar." This Snow Demon Lion once dominated the Great Wilderness for tens of thousands of years before being subdued by the Supreme Patriarch Bodhi. Initially a mount, it was later gifted to the Western Buddhist Realm,
where it was transformed into a Lotus Peak by Bodhi's disciple, Shakyamuni Buddha. From then on, the Snow Demon Lion carried a lotus basin on its back. This Snow Demon Lion once subdued a demonic dragon in the East Sea, becoming a local legend.
After Bodhi and Shakyamuni ascended to the celestial realm, the Snow Demon Lion remained in the Ancient Immortal Realm, serving as its guardian beast. However, unexpectedly, in the war between the ancient immortals and the ancient demons, the Snow Demon Lion was assigned to the Nine Illusions Tower.
Boom... Boom...
The puppet beasts relentlessly attacked Lin Mubai's defensive formation, thunder rumbled throughout the six-story Illusion Tower, and spiritual light scattered everywhere. However, the Snow Demon Lion only stared at Long Lin and the others with its two enormous crimson eyes, remaining motionless and letting the puppet beasts attack on their own.
At this moment, Lin Mubai and Bing Lingyu, whose cultivation was the deepest, were the first to recover. However, Situ Hongyun and Ouyang Ran, one with the weakest magic power and the other whose cultivation technique consumed the most magic power, were still resting cross-legged.
With a boom, spiritual light scattered, and the small formation finally shattered into countless fragments under the attack of the puppet beasts. The green jade array plate also instantly lost its spiritual power and cracked into several pieces.
"Beast... Get out of the way!"
Lin Muzhong immediately took out another array plate, shouted, and muttered an incantation. He placed the array plate in front of everyone, and immediately a burst of flames ignited, forming a crimson wall of fire around the six people.
The puppet beasts, fearless of death, charged forward one by one, but were instantly ignited by the fire. Soon, more than ten mechanical beasts perished in the flames, though the fire wall's power weakened somewhat.
"Woo..."
The Snow Demon Lion let out a low roar, like muffled thunder rumbling from the ground, causing the earth to tremble.
Hearing this roar, the puppet mechanical beasts at the forefront instantly ceased their attack. Then, the five large black stone tigers beside the Snow Demon Lion charged forward, slamming heavily into the fire wall.
These stone tigers were not afraid of the flames; after only a few impacts, the fire wall trembled precariously, seemingly on the verge of being breached.
"We're ready!"
Situ Hongyun and Ouyang Ran finally regained their magic power and stood up, saying to Lin Mubai and Long Lin.
"Yes, good... but so many puppet beasts are quite troublesome. Although we are not afraid of any of them, if this continues like this, we'll be wiped out sooner or later."
Lin Mubai frowned slightly, watching the mechanical beasts continuously surging from behind the Snow Demon Lion.
"To catch the thief, first catch the king! This is all the work of that Snow Demon Lion... If we can subdue him, we can easily subdue these puppet beasts!"
Lin Muzhong said.
"However, this Snow Demon Lion has ten thousand years of cultivation and has developed intelligence. I'm afraid even with the combined strength of six of us, it will be difficult to defeat him!"
Long Lin said.
"Then what should we do?"
Bing Lingyu and Situ Hongyun asked at the same time.
"I heard that this Snow Demon Lion loves to eat dragons. Let me talk to him!"
Long Lin suddenly smiled slightly, waved the Nine Dragon Halberd in his hand, and said.
"Heavenly Roar!"
Through the Qianhuo Formation, Long Lin used his power to shout fiercely at the Snow Demon Lion. At this moment, the Qianhuo Formation was strengthened by Lin Muzhong's magic power. The fire wall that was about to be extinguished immediately reignited, and the powerful spiritual pressure of the formation forced the five stone puppets back several steps.
"Woo..."
The Snow Demon Lion let out a low roar, suddenly shook its huge head and stood up, shook its snow-white fur, and glanced at everyone with its pair of red eyes.
In that instant, the flames of Lin Muzhong's fire array were suddenly swept back by a powerful pressure.
As everyone was still in astonishment, Long Lin swung his Nine Dragon Halberd. A strange dragon roar resounded, and a powerful force surged outwards, instantly pulverizing the wall of fire compared to the oppressive power of the Snow Demon Lion.
Lin Muzhong's Qianhuo Formation was shattered in an instant.
Everyone was shocked. Although the Qianhuo Formation wasn't particularly powerful, it wasn't something that could be easily broken. Even with Long Lin's late-stage Core Formation strength, it couldn't have collapsed in a single blow. The Snow Demon Lion's power was already this strong with just a glance; one could only imagine how terrifying its power would be if it unleashed its full strength.
"Zhentianhou, you have lived for ten thousand years, and you must have developed intelligence by now. Can you understand my words?"
Long Lin held his Nine Dragon Halberd horizontally and asked loudly.
Although the Qianhuo Formation was broken, the puppet mechanical beasts did not attack. Instead, they each took a step back, creating some distance between themselves and Long Lin and the others.
"Haha... I never thought that after ten thousand years, someone would still know my common name!"
A deep voice came from the Snow Demon Lion. The Snow Demon Lion's giant eyebrows twitched, as if it were laughing.
"Zhen Tianhou is your common name, hmm... My surname is Long, and my given name is Lin. I came down to the Nine Illusions Tower with a few fellow Daoists to search for a senior cultivator. I wonder if you have seen him?"
Long Lin said loudly.
"Long Lin... Alright, I'll remember you!"
the Snow Demon Lion said again, but seemed to ponder for a moment before adding, "I remember a few hundred years ago, a boy about your age also came here. I wonder if he was the senior you mentioned."
Hearing the Snow Demon Lion say this, Lin Mubai and Lin Muzhong's faces showed surprise and delight. Lin Mubai immediately asked, "Zhen Tianhou, was that person surnamed Lin?"
"Hmm?"
The Snow Demon Lion's crimson eyes swept over Lin Mubai and Lin Muzhong, and the powerful pressure in its gaze made the two of them take a step back.
"The name Zhen Tianhou is not something you can call out!"
the Snow Demon Lion suddenly said.
Lin Mubai and Lin Muzhong were both terrified by the oppressive aura emanating from the Snow Demon Lion's eyes. Hearing the Snow Demon Lion's words, they turned to Long Lin.
"He can call out the name Zhen Tianhou, but you cannot!" the Snow Demon
Lion said.
Lin Mubai, being the quick-witted one, immediately cupped his hands and asked, "May I ask, senior, was the person who came here hundreds of years ago surnamed Lin?"
"Hmm...that's more like it. Indeed, my young friend from hundreds of years ago was surnamed Lin..."
the Snow Demon Lion nodded.
Lin Mubai and Lin Muzhong were overjoyed. They exchanged a glance and suddenly knelt down, saying, "Senior Shituo, we were unaware of the situation and offended you greatly. Please forgive us. His name is Lin Muzhong, and mine is Lin Mubai. The young friend surnamed Lin that you mentioned is our great-uncle. Brother Long and the others are fellow Daoists we invited to search for our great-uncle. We have traveled a long and arduous journey to get here. Please, senior, show us where our great-uncle is."
"Oh..."
Shituo nodded again and said, "It seems I was not mistaken. You two do indeed share the same lineage as my young friend. Alright, rise!"
Lin Mubai and Lin Muzhong stood up and respectfully stepped aside.
"Your great-uncle did indeed come here years ago. I saw that he had an extraordinary bearing and a strong affinity for immortality. Moreover, we got along well and became close friends despite our age difference. At that time, he was determined to find the ancient immortal ruins, so he descended from here to the ninth level. However, he has not been seen to return for hundreds of years... As for whether he is alive or dead, we do not know!"
Shituo said.
"Senior Lion Tuo, please rest assured. We came here on the orders of our great-uncle's divided soul. Our great-uncle is unharmed, but trapped beneath the Nine Illusions Tower, unable to escape. That's why we've come to his aid!"
Lin Mubai said.
"Hmm... I suppose so. The Nine Illusions Tower is not a place for mortals. Even cultivators who enter, without great affinity, may find themselves unable to leave! Back then, your great-uncle Lin Feifan's worldly ties remained, and his desire for worldly things lingered. I advised him to turn back, but he insisted on going. It's understandable that he can't escape this time,"
said Snow Demon Lion Tuo.
"Heavenly Roar, could it be that the lower three levels of the Nine Illusions Tower are places of no return?"
Long Lin asked, sensing the hidden meaning in Snow Demon Lion Tuo's words.
Snow Demon Lion Tuo glanced at Long Lin and said, "Indeed. Do you know why the Nine Illusions Tower was built?" "
It was originally a cultivation tower for disciples of the Ancient Immortal Land. Later, during the war between the Ancient Immortals and Demons, the Ancient Immortals merged the Nine Illusions Tower into its current form to prevent the Ancient Demons from invading this place,"
Long Lin said.
"Haha... That's true, but only half right."
Snow Demon Lion Tuo casually glanced at the puppet mechanical beasts of tigers, leopards, jackals, and wolves, and laughed.
"Half?"
Long Lin and the others were somewhat surprised. In fact, they only learned about the origin of the Nine Illusions Tower from the inscription on the tower outside, assuming that was its origin. But now, judging from what Snow Demon Lion Tuo said, it seemed that there was actually another mystery.
"Please enlighten us, senior, so that we can rescue our uncle as soon as possible,"
Lin Mubai said respectfully.
"Hmm..."
Snow Demon Lion said, "This Nine Illusions Tower is indeed the place where ancient cultivators practiced, as you mentioned. However, the lowest level is the Netherworld Three Illusions Realm, and the top three levels are the Spirit Heaven Three Illusions Realm. Originally, all disciples who wanted to enter the lower three levels had to be determined to abandon their physical bodies, and those who wanted to enter the upper three levels had to be determined to destroy their primordial spirits. Because once they entered, they would either achieve the Great Dao or be reduced to ashes. Now, with the upper and lower levels combined, it is even more difficult. It is impossible for anyone who is not at least in the mid-stage of Core Formation to enter. Furthermore, even if one passes through these three levels, one cannot reach the Immortal Realm as easily as one could by passing through the upper three levels before."
"Why can't one reach the Immortal Realm?"
Long Lin asked. Because according to the cultivation methods of the ancient immortals, after achieving the Dao, one could reach the Heavenly Realm by passing through the upper three levels of the Nine Illusions Tower.
"This all started with that ancient war between immortals and demons. That war shook heaven and earth, leaving a calamity on the mortal realm, causing the entire Ancient Immortal Realm to crumble and be completely destroyed. The entrance between the Heavenly Realm and the mortal realm was also sealed off. Now, passing through these three layers of the Illusionary Tower below, one can only reach the Ancient Immortal Realm."
Snow Demon Lion Tuo seemed to have a good impression of Long Lin, answering patiently and meticulously without the slightest impatience.
"Wasn't the Ancient Immortal Realm crumbled and destroyed?"
Long Lin asked again.
"Not at all. Although the Ancient Immortal Realm was almost destroyed in that war, the surviving ancient immortals joined forces to create another Ancient Immortal Realm. Of course, the scale and space of this Ancient Immortal Realm are much smaller, but it can still be considered as barely preserving a branch of the original Ancient Immortal Realm,"
Snow Demon Lion Tuo said.
"So, does that mean once we go in, it will be difficult for us to come out? Then how can we rescue our great-uncle?"
Lin Mubai finally couldn't help but ask.

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