I. The Fall of Tianyuan
At the break of dawn, sunlight spilled across the ruins of Tianyuan Sacred Mountain, illuminating the scorched earth.
The once-mighty Tianyuan Sect—an overlord of the Central Continent for centuries—was no more. The towering Dao Palaces had collapsed, grand temples reduced to ashes, all runes and wards completely erased, as if none of it had ever existed.
Countless cultivators stepped into the ruins, only to witness with their own eyes the fall of this once-unshakable titan. The demonic aura lingering in the debris had yet to disperse, but no longer did it inspire fear.
And at the heart of all this, there was but a single name.
Lin Ye.
II. Fame Spreads Far and Wide
“Did you hear? Lin Ye defeated the Blood Demon alone, destroyed Tianyuan Sect, and defied the heavens!”
“They say he carries the ancient bloodline of the dragons. During battle, a golden dragon roared through the skies, its radiance lighting up the world!”
“He’s like a war god reborn—even the demonic ancestor was slain by his own hand!”
In just a few short days, such rumors swept across the Central Continent like a storm, spreading to every corner.
Once an unknown disciple of a small sect, Lin Ye had in a blink become a living legend spoken of by millions.
The title “The Nìlín War God” began to spread.
Wherever there were teahouses or taverns, tales of Lin Ye were being told. Artists painted his likeness, sigil engravers carved his figure into crystal to preserve the moment, and even children imitated his stance—the golden strike that pierced the dark.
But Lin Ye himself had long since left the ruins of Tianyuan, quietly embarking on a new journey.
III. Ripples Across the Lands
Behind the frenzy of rumors, what truly stirred were the mighty powers that stood at the top of the world.
In Eastern Continent’s Heavenly Sword Mountain, Sect Master Ye Chenshuang listened in silence after hearing the report. After a long pause, he finally muttered, “The bloodline of the demon clan… truly ended by a mere youth?”
In the Northern Wastes, at the Burning Heaven Valley, the old valley master stroked his beard with a chuckle: “The Nìlín blood… seems the ancient things are returning once more to the mortal realm.”
In the floating ancient clan of Xiling, an ancestral soul awakened after a hundred years of slumber, a flash of gold in its eyes: “Bloodline awakening… the seal will break… If he does not join our clan, he will be a great threat.”
Even those hidden away from the mortal world—reclusive old monsters long thought dead—opened their eyes one by one, their gazes piercing through ten thousand miles of space, all landing upon the lone, silent figure continuing his path.
Lin Ye, deified in one battle, had become the focal point of all.
But such attention was not all glory—some of it was greed, some fear, and some… killing intent.
IV. Return to Stillness
The mountains stood still, the wind blew across the land.
Lin Ye walked through unfamiliar forests. Though his physical wounds had healed, his spirit could never fully rest. After the blood-soaked battle, he understood better than ever the cruelty of this world—and the weight he now bore.
He did not return to his original sect, nor did he respond to the invitations from various forces. He left only one message:
“The war has not ended. The road is far from over.”
Night fell.
Seated by a campfire, Lin Ye held in his hand a shattered jade slip—the final clue taken from the Blood Demon Ancestor. It pointed toward a realm yet unopened… the other world.
“If that portal was never truly sealed… then the danger is far from over.”
He murmured, eyes resolute.
[Chapter End]
The Blood Demon is dead, but the storm is only beginning to brew.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7ZKtxgridA
Lin Ye’s fame is unmatched, but it brings with it countless eyes—and countless blades.85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvMWb3EIUdB
Behind the name legend, how will he carve a path of his own?85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPDU6DgI5dH
And how many hidden currents are now beginning to surface…?
