“Not sparring anymore?”
Lin Yuan asked.
“No need to keep sparring,” the Abyss of Demons Progenitor answered.
In truth, the Abyss of Demons Progenitor still had even stronger trump cards and killing moves he hadn’t used.
Even the Immortal Dao Ancestor in the faraway Source Land of the Immortal Realm hadn’t made a move yet.
But from these two probing attacks, the Abyss of Demons Progenitor had already confirmed that he couldn’t lock onto Lin Yuan’s position in time and space.
Even the attacks he launched couldn’t touch or affect Lin Yuan.
So continuing to spar was meaningless.
It would just be the Abyss of Demons Progenitor attacking on his own.
“Then can I go take a look at the Source Land of the Immortal Realm?” Lin Yuan continued to ask.
“Of course.” The Abyss of Demons Progenitor’s mouth twitched slightly. From the result of his exchange with Lin Yuan, even if he disagreed, it would be pointless.
Lin Yuan could completely ignore him and enter that Source Land anyway.
Lin Yuan had already entered the Abyss of Demons silently, appearing in front of its Progenitor, and the Progenitor was unable to do anything about it.
Likewise, Lin Yuan could slip into the Source Land of the Immortal Realm just as silently, and even the Immortal Dao Ancestor there would be helpless.
“Thank you, then.” Lin Yuan nodded.
Though he could simply step into the Source Land of the Immortal Realm by force, he still wanted to inform its master out of courtesy.
“I’m leaving now. If anything comes up, just contact me directly.”
When Lin Yuan finished speaking, his figure vanished—what had come here was merely an incarnation of him. Once his mental will withdrew, the incarnation naturally dissipated.
“Martial Ancestor …”
After Lin Yuan left, the Abyss of Demons Progenitor stood there for a long while and finally let out a sigh before disappearing as well.
The duel between the Abyss of Demons Progenitor and Lin Yuan caused far-reaching effects in the Abyss of Demons, leaving countless demonic creatures and demon emperors full of dread and unease.
Since their birth, they had never seen their Father God unleash such power. The resulting fluctuations of time and space impacted the entire Abyss of Demons.
Xuantian Immortal Domain.
Lin Yuan sat cross-legged.
“The power of the Twelfth Rank…” Lin Yuan carefully reflected on the two strikes the Abyss of Demons Progenitor had just unleashed.
Although Lin Yuan stood above the Abyss of Demons Progenitor at the level of time and space—holding an innate position of invincibility—that only made him unassailable.
If he were to face those attacks head-on, let alone just an incarnation, even his true body in the main universe wouldn’t be able to withstand them.
“My direct combat strength is still a good deal weaker than a Twelfth Rank,” Lin Yuan evaluated himself and arrived at that conclusion.
He could keep himself safe before a Twelfth Rank Ultimate, but that didn’t mean he could actually match one.
“Besides, the Abyss of Demons Progenitor is probably weaker than those Twelfth-Rank powerhouses of the main universe,” Lin Yuan thought to himself.
Even among Twelfth Ranks, there’s a spectrum of strength. Not to mention the three great realms—Path-Clearing, Dominance, and Chaos—there’s a big gap even within Path-Clearing alone. A Twelfth Rank at the peak of Path-Clearing can pass the cosmic destruction tribulation unscathed, while ordinary Path-Clearing Twelfth Ranks would mostly perish in that cosmic collapse.
That the Abyss of Demons Progenitor was weaker than the Twelfth Ranks of the main universe made perfect sense.
After all, those Twelfth Ranks in the main universe would occasionally clash with one another; competition existed. Sometimes they’d even receive higher inheritances from outside the universe.
But the Abyss of Demons Progenitor? Along with his Dao Ancestor self, he had been unrivaled in the Immortal Realm for countless ages. Once you lose the drive that comes from having rivals, your strength naturally stagnates.
Still, no matter how “weak” a Twelfth Rank might be, it was a Strongest One. Even with his mastery of time and space at the Seventh Level, Lin Yuan could only preserve his own life before him.
“The time-space passageway is completely formed now.”
Lin Yuan shifted his gaze to the passageway before him.
This passageway had been opened by Lin Yuan himself, using his Seventh-Level insight into time and space as the foundation to condense time and space and forcibly establish a route between the Immortal Realm and the Spirit Realm.
Such a technique could only be done by Lin Yuan. Even the Immortal Dao Ancestor or the Abyss of Demons Progenitor could, at most, bring a small number of living beings into the Immortal Realm.
Opening a stable time-space passageway? Virtually impossible for them.
Before long—
Faint, blurry figures began to emerge from the passageway in front of Lin Yuan.
“This place—is this the Immortal Realm?”
Crossing the long time-space passage, Li Qing stepped into the Immortal Realm and sensed the dense Immortal Qi and the extremely complete Great Dao laws. For a moment, she found herself at a loss.
She, Li Qing, in her entire life, never imagined she’d one day enter the Immortal Realm.
“Martial Ancestor!”
“Greetings, Martial Ancestor!”
“Greetings, Martial Ancestor!”
Behind Li Qing, Shan Yang, Nie Yun, and the others—each at the Eighth Rank in Martial Dao—steadied themselves. Upon seeing Lin Yuan not far away, standing with hands behind his back, they knelt with utmost fervor.
Word that the Martial Ancestor had returned to the Spirit Realm and opened a passageway to the Immortal Realm had long since spread throughout the Three Thousand Dao Provinces of the Spirit Realm, driving countless Martial Dao cultivators to a frenzy.
Setting aside the chance to enter the legendary Immortal Realm, merely beholding the Martial Ancestor—the originator of Martial Dao—was worth dying for.
“Rise.”
“First, get used to the Immortal Realm’s environment.”
Lin Yuan nodded slightly. During his eighth transmigration, Martial Dao had been in decline in the Spirit Realm, relying on Li Qing, Shan Yang, and Nie Yun—back then, they were at the Seventh Rank—to prop it up.
He still recalled meeting Shan Yang for the first time, when Shan Yang wanted to take Lin Yuan to see the Nine Heavens.
“Yes!”
“As Martial Ancestor commands!”
Thrilled, Li Qing, Shan Yang, Nie Yun, and the other Eighth-Rank Martial Dao cultivators nodded enthusiastically.
Lin Yuan looked behind them. Once Li Qing and the other three Eighth-Rank Martial Dao practitioners finished traversing the time-space passage, more and more Eighth-Rank Martial Dao cultivators entered the Immortal Realm.
Among them were Jun Haiqiu, Jun Nangong, Jun Yunxun, and other members of the Jun Clan.
In the Immortal World, after Lin Yuan had transmigrated for the eighth time, he took on the identity of Jun Wuji, a third-generation young master of the Daoist Immortal Sect. Back then, the Jun Clan also held considerable influence in that sect.
Spirit Realm.
The incarnation that Lin Yuan had condensed began to break free from that world’s restraints, rising beyond it.
“Immortal World …”
Lin Yuan’s gaze swept downward. The Ling family (or Ling Clan) possessed a million subsidiary worlds, of which the Immortal World was one.
The Spirit Realm and the Immortal World are not too far from each other. Through the Ascension Platform, a Void Refinement Stage expert from the Immortal World could ascend to the Spirit Realm.
Lin Yuan’s incarnation continued descending, finally merging into the Immortal World.
“Back again.”
Looking around, Lin Yuan immediately sensed an extreme “narrowness,” as though the Immortal World World couldn’t contain a being as vast as himself.
Whoosh.
In order to better fit into the Immortal World, Lin Yuan sent this strand of mental will to take over the physical body he’d previously left behind, Jun Wuji.
“This world…”
Lin Yuan glanced around, and all the sights of the Immortal World entered his perception.
Right now, this Immortal World World had become completely dominated by Martial Dao. Perhaps due to the effect of Lin Yuan’s eighth transmigration on the Spirit Realm, Martial Dao cultivators had become the absolute mainstream here as well.
“The River of Time…”
Lin Yuan’s eyes turned profound as he gazed at the River of Time running through the Immortal World World.
His main reason for coming here was to resurrect Jun Dongjin (father), Mu Lian’er (mother), and the others.
Though Jun Dongjin and the rest had ascended to the Spirit Realm, they had been born in the Immortal World, and their life imprints remained tied to it. So if he wanted to resurrect them, he had to return here.
“Be reborn.”
Lin Yuan’s form grew indistinct, traveling backward along the current, locking onto the auras of those who had died in the past.
The resurrection technique belongs to the power of Twelfth-Rank beings. Essentially, it’s just a matter of controlling time and space.
An Eleventh-Rank with full mastery of time could, in theory, also go back upstream to retrieve the dead—but they wouldn’t be able to withstand the backlash of the River of Time.
By now, Lin Yuan’s innate essence was incomparably powerful. Resurrecting some Seventh-Rank individuals was trivial, and the backlash of the River of Time meant nothing at all.
Swish, swish, swish—
Waves rolled in the River of Time as one grayish life imprint after another was fished out and brought into the present moment.
“Aren’t I … dead?”
Jun Dongjin, Mu Lian’er, Jun Xiaoyao, Jun Zhilan, and the others blinked in disbelief. Their memories halted at the moment of their deaths. (Father, Mother, Brother, Sister, etc...)
Being revived now was like having just woken from a nap.
“I feel like my lifespan has become incredibly long—at least a million or ten million years,” Jun Dongjin said, breathing deeply.
He remembered not having much time left before. So why had his lifespan suddenly shot up a hundredfold?
“Mine too,”
Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhilan exchanged looks.
“Isn’t this the Immortal World? I remember we had already ascended to the Spirit Realm through the Ascension Platform.”
“Wuji!” Mu Lian’er suddenly shouted excitedly.
They all turned to find Lin Yuan standing calmly in the distance. At the moment, he was suppressing his aura as much as possible; otherwise, Jun Dongjin and the others wouldn’t even have been able to look directly at him.
“Don’t be alarmed. I brought you back to life.”
Lin Yuan smiled and explained, “Next, I’m taking you to the Immortal Realm.”
Reviving Jun Dongjin’s family was a trivial effort for Lin Yuan. From his perspective, it required almost nothing—even the cost was negligible.
Besides Jun Dongjin’s family, Lin Yuan also resurrected many others, such as the parents of his body in the Spirit Realm during the eighth transmigration.
With Lin Yuan’s level of innate strength, even bringing back Eleventh-Rank beings would be no challenge. Reviving numerous ordinary individuals was just a single thought.
After reviving them, Lin Yuan bestowed each resurrected person with some measure of the world’s origin, greatly extending their lifespans.
Otherwise, those who died of old age would face the same fate again if simply brought back.
“We’ve been resurrected?” Jun Dongjin and his family were shaken. They’d been to the Spirit Realm themselves and knew that even an Immortal King at the Tribulation Stage would die if killed—resurrection was unheard of.
Yet Jun Wuji had managed to revive them with ease—and not just that, but even greatly enhanced their lifespan and life essence?
“The Immortal Realm?” Jun Xiaoyao was stunned. Were they really able to go to the Immortal Realm?
Reviving the friends and family he once knew was something Lin Yuan left to a negligible incarnation to handle.
Meanwhile, his true self continued cultivating in seclusion, delving into the Dao.
“Hmm?”
Lin Yuan’s mind sank into the depths of his consciousness, turning his gaze toward the towering, majestic Gate of Myriad Realm.
This was his first time observing the Gate of Myriad Realm after attaining the Seventh Level of time-space insight.
“What is this…?”
Lin Yuan’s expression changed slightly.
Now that he’d reached the Seventh Level of time-space mastery, he immediately noticed a transformation in the Gate of Myriad Realm.
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