xymnovel Chapter 593 Refining the Will of Heaven and Earth
Chapter 593 Refining the Will of Heaven and Earth
The top of the Tower of Babel.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged in the center of the main hall, his eyes closed, his spiritual sense sinking into the depths of heaven and earth, beginning to refine the will of heaven and earth of the Tianyuan Great World.
A hazy light seeped from him, like a thin mist, slowly enveloping the entire top of the tower.
The light had no fixed shape; it moved about in the air, gathering and dispersing as if it were alive.
A year has passed.
Five years have passed.
Ten years have passed.
A century has passed.
Lin Chen sat there, motionless for over a hundred years.
The gray mist circulated within his body like a never-ending underground river, deep and slow.
His consciousness remained immersed in the depths of heaven and earth, feeling the pulse of this land, the breath of this sky, and every heartbeat of this world.
Then he saw—
In the ancient Tianyuan Continent, the spiritual energy was so dense it was like fog; taking a breath of it made one feel completely refreshed.
True Lords are everywhere, Saint Venerables are considered experts, Half-Step Emperors are considered the foundation of a sect, and there is one Emperor in every era.
Those cultivators in ancient robes discussed the Dao on the mountaintop, their names flashing by like shooting stars.
Lin Chen witnessed the glory of that era, the powerful figures, and the joys and sorrows of life.
I also saw what the will of heaven and earth looked like at that time—radiant and warm, illuminating all things to grow and the seasons to change.
Then Lin Chen saw the will of heaven and earth begin to decline.
Withering away little by little, decaying little by little, and slowly heading towards death.
They also saw extraterrestrial creatures pouring in through the cracks, the cultivators fighting desperately to block them, and mortals kneeling on the ground crying.
I saw every wound this land suffered, every drop of blood shed.
Those images were etched into Lin Chen's mind like they were carved with a knife.
Lin Chen reached out and gently grasped the gaze that had come from the depths of darkness.
The decaying will of heaven and earth ceased its struggle, releasing its last breath, dissipating into the wind like a wisp of smoke.
Lin Chen caught it and integrated it into his soul.
In that instant—the entire Tianyuan Continent lit up.
Golden light poured down from the sky, silently, from south to north, from east to west, covering every inch of land, every river, and every mountain.
The osmanthus trees in the courtyard of Dongshan Villa swayed in unison when the golden sunlight shone down.
In the square of Tongtian City, pedestrians stopped and looked up at the sky.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the golden light filling the sky, feeling as if their souls had been freed from some kind of shackle.
Zhang Yiyuan was sitting in his study drinking tea when he suddenly stopped, just as he brought the cup to his lips.
He closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.
The Holy Venerable, who had been stuck for so long, stepped in so quietly.
He put down his cup and muttered to himself, "Well, now I owe even more."
Long Zaitian was fishing by the sea in Penglai when suddenly a cracking sound came from his body, and spiritual energy surged outwards in waves like ocean waves.
"Hey," he chuckled, "Following Boss Lin, you can level up even while lying down, not bad!"
Jiang Xuan sat in the Kunlun Library, closed his eyes for half an incense stick's time, before opening them and slowly exhaling.
Qingyunzi stood in front of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate, flicked his whisk, and golden light flowed into his meridians along the whisk's strands.
"Wow!" His old face lit up. "Brilliant! Brilliant!"
He turned back and shouted into the sect, "Come out and see! An auspicious omen has descended from the heavens!"
Actually, he didn't need to shout; everyone in the sect had already run out and craned their necks to look.
Sword Gentleman stood in the training ground of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, his long sword humming incessantly.
A layer of golden film condensed on the sword, and spiritual energy flowed down from the tip of the sword, dripping onto the stone slab and hissing.
He examined the sword for a long time, and finally muttered, "This sword is being mistreated by me."
Master Xuanci was chanting sutras in his meditation room on Mount Sumeru when the chanting abruptly stopped.
Golden light surged into his body, bursting through the last barrier like water being released from a dam.
He put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer, the slight smile on his lips impossible to hide.
The King of Ten Thousand Demons stood at the palace gate, looked up and saw the golden light, then let out a long howl that pierced through the clouds and made the entire city buzz.
After he finished yelling, he clicked his tongue and said, "Brother Lin is really generous! This was a good deal!"
The Flame Empress stood by the window on the upper level of the Tower of Babel, gazing at the overwhelming golden light outside, feeling the surging power within her. A slight smile curved her lips, and she murmured:
"He succeeded."
Lin Nianhuo stood beside her, her eyes sparkling:
"My father succeeded, and I knew there was nothing he couldn't do."
At Lin Nianlang's residence, Lin Niangu and Lin Nianlang looked up at the golden light outside the window at the same time, smiled at each other, and said nothing.
In the Dongshan Villa, the old matriarch sat in her armchair, her hands no longer twirling prayer beads.
She gazed at the golden light for a long while, then lowered her head to continue twirling her prayer beads, a smile playing on her lips.
Su Wanqing sat next to her, holding the embroidery hoop up for a long time without moving, tears falling onto the half-finished orchid.
She quickly wiped her face with her sleeve, looked up at the sky for a while, then lowered her head to continue embroidering.
Liu Ruyan stood in the courtyard, looking up at the golden light for a long, long time.
Lin Nian'er stood next to her, also looking up at the sky with a smile on her face.
"Father succeeded."
……
Lin Chen stood atop the Tower of Babel, looking down at the continent below.
His celestial manifestations spread throughout the barriers of heaven and earth, covering every inch of land.
The blue continent beneath my feet was embedded in the dark void, shining brightly like a polished gem.
He felt that this continent had become a part of him.
Lin Chen stretched out his hand, palm facing up.
A ray of sunlight leaked through my fingers, condensing into a golden dot in my palm, warm and comforting.
He looked down for a while, then opened his mouth and gently blew. The point of light floated away, fell back into the sky above the mainland, and merged into the clouds, becoming part of that golden light.
At that moment, a voice rang in Lin Chen's mind.
"Congratulations, Lin Chen."
Lin Chen's consciousness sank into the Chaos Tower: "You're awake?"
The spirit's voice carried a hint of amusement: "You have refined the will of heaven and earth of this world, so I naturally awoke."
Lin Chen thought for a moment: "Does my current cultivation level qualify me as a Great Emperor?"
The spirit paused for a moment: "You are, but you are not. You have refined the will of heaven and earth and replaced the Heavenly Dao of this world."
In this world, you are the Heavenly Dao, possessing the characteristics of an Emperor.
But once you leave this world, you are merely a half-step Great Emperor who has mastered the minor aspects of the Great Dao of Chaos.
Of course, the unique nature of the Chaos Dao allows you to defy emperors, but ultimately you are not a true emperor.
Lin Chen pondered these words for a moment: "Then how can I become a true emperor?"
"Go to the Primordial Realm," the artifact spirit said. "Prove your Dao there, become an Emperor there."
"The Primordial Realm..."
"At the source of all great worlds, at the end of all great paths, lies the complete opportunity for enlightenment."
Lin Chen stood atop the tower, looking down at the myriad lights below, which resembled scattered gold dust.
In the distance, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys, and the faint sounds of children chasing each other drifted over. Dogs barked, and roosters crowed.
He let out a soft breath.
"Okay! But there's no rush."
The Primordial Realm!
He attained enlightenment and became Emperor!
What's the difference between a half-step Great Emperor going to the Origin Realm and walking into a wolf's den shirtless?
Lin Chen always kept Ling Bo's parents' matter in mind.
He never fights a battle he's not confident of winning.
Lin Chen stood atop the tower for a while longer, enjoying the breeze and looking down at the myriad lights below, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
He turned and took a step out, his figure disappearing into the night.
The golden light still flowed slowly across the sky, like a quiet river.