Chapter 1931: Immortal Astral, tenth sun, Crow’s Feet of Time

In the center of the Ancestral City lies the Immortal Emperor's palace!

In the early morning, as the first ray of sunlight spread from the distant horizon, pushing away the darkness and causing the palace to slowly brighten at a speed visible to the naked eye, renowned Cultivators of the Immortal race from within the Ancestral City, as well as important ministers of the Imperial City, arrived one after another before the main hall of the palace.

The conferment of the White-Haired Yue Tianzun had stirred up a storm in the Ancestral City over the past seven days!

The title "White-Haired Yue Tianzun" was known to almost everyone in the Ancestral City who was qualified to know within this year, and due to various rumors, this title had become illustrious.

Today was the day of the conferment, so Cultivators from various Families throughout the Ancestral City, having obtained the consent of the Immortal Emperor, gathered together on the seemingly vast plaza in front of the Immortal Dao Hall.

At this moment, sunlight spilled down, and a large number of Cultivators gathered in the plaza. At a glance, there were nearly tens of thousands of them. Most of them had extraordinary cultivation, and there were even Tianzun Cultivators among them.

There were even a few Yue Tianzun present. However, such Cultivators, even in this palace, still received the respect of those around them.

On this early morning, the Teleportation Formations throughout the Ancestral City leading to the palace were used more frequently than perhaps any other day. The flickering light of the Teleportation Formations under the sunlight seemed never to pause, as Cultivators coming to observe the ceremony constantly stepped out from within them.

These Cultivators bypassed the Nine Gates and quickly walked toward the plaza in front of the Immortal Dao Hall.

On the plaza in front of the Immortal Dao Hall, there were more and more Cultivators, but they were not disorganized; instead, they stood in the surroundings according to a certain order. There were three positions where no one dared to step within a hundred zhang of their location.

The Cultivators in these three positions were from three of the four great Prince's Mansions of the Ancestral City!

On the plaza in front of the Immortal Dao Hall, in addition to the tens of thousands of Cultivators present and those arriving one after another, there were also two squads of guards wearing black Armor!

These black-armored guards were a terrifying force belonging to the Imperial Family and loyal only to the Immortal Emperor. Each black-armored guard possessed considerable cultivation. Their number was only one hundred thousand, but these one hundred thousand had mastered a terrifying lethality formed by sacrificing their lives.

Few people knew the specifics, but the two rows of black-armored guards standing straight in the center of the plaza, like black Dragons, emitted a monstrous Evil Qi and chill.

These two long lines seemed to cut through the plaza, extending directly to the outside of the Nine Gates!

In front of the Immortal Dao Hall, outside the plaza, there were nine gates. These nine gates were spaced ten thousand zhang apart. While called gates, they were actually nine huge gate-shaped structures. Their color was pitch black, exuding majesty and bleakness. At the end, outside the last stone gate, the light of a Teleportation Formation flickered. People from the Li Family appeared one after another, bypassed the Nine Gates, and walked toward the plaza with respectful expressions.

"The time has arrived, seal the Nine Gates!" Not long after, a figure in green clothes walked out from the Immortal Dao Hall on the plaza. This was an old man with an ordinary appearance, but a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He slowly walked out of the hall, swept his gaze across the front, and spoke slowly.

As his words spread, the tens of thousands of Ancestral City Cultivators present in the plaza steadied their breathing and focused their attention, all looking toward the nine gates of the plaza!

Only a heaven-shaking low roar was heard. This roar was emitted by the one hundred thousand black-armored guards in unison. When connected together, it was like the roaring of the earth, causing the heavens and earth to change color. In the morning sky, as the wind and moon swirled backward, the nine gates immediately emitted an eerie black light. Once the black light reached a certain level of density, it actually spread out, causing the light of the nine gates to connect. On the plaza in front of the Immortal Dao Hall, this black light from the nine gates turned into a straight passage!

This passage was composed of illusory black light and the bodies of the one hundred thousand black-armored guards, looking shocking!

At this moment, the tens of thousands of Cultivators on both sides of the plaza seemed to stop breathing. Their gazes, while looking at the black path of the Nine Gates, also looked at the light of the Teleportation Formation that appeared outside the first gate in the distance.

Then, under the flickering light of the Teleportation Formation, a young man wearing white clothes and white hair, with a calm expression, stepped out.

Standing there, Wang Lin stood with his hands behind his back. There was wind here, and the morning breeze blew his long robe and white hair, as if he had a feeling of drifting away with the wind.

Wang Lin in the wind looked very young from a distance, but on his body, the vicissitudes of time had turned into crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. Even though his appearance remained that of a young man, these crow's feet slowly appeared due to the fatigue of his heart and his unregretful steps.

His gaze pierced through the black passage formed by the nine gates in front, seeing the tens of thousands of people in the distance from afar, and behind that crowd, the immense, towering giant palace that felt like the descent of heavenly might!

Behind that palace, Wang Lin could faintly see countless such halls standing, forming the Immortal Emperor's palace on the Immortal race continent!

This palace was too large; Wang Lin's gaze could not see the end, but he could see that there was an unimaginable Restriction here. This Restriction was not activated at the moment, but once activated, its power would be heaven-shaking!

"Is this the Immortal race palace…" Wang Lin's gaze focused on a stone statue in the distant palace that was somewhat blurry due to the great distance. This stone statue stood on the ground far away, seemingly looking at the sky with an eternal gaze.

"White-Haired Yue Tianzun Wang Lin!" A cold voice, carrying a sense of majesty, boomed like thunder from in front of the Immortal Dao Hall, interrupting Wang Lin's thoughts and causing him to frown.

The person speaking was the old man in green who had walked out of the Immortal Dao Hall. This old man's gaze looked across the nine gates at Wang Lin in the distance.

"Wang Lin, every Yue Tianzun Cultivator must receive the conferment of His Majesty the Immortal Emperor, but before the conferment, a test is required. This test is this Nine Gates passage. When you walk through the Nine Gates and stand before me, the conferment ceremony will officially begin!

At that time, His Majesty the Immortal Emperor will personally confer upon you, and the Grand Preceptor can even divine the changes of the future for you! All your actions now in front of this Immortal Dao Hall will be projected by the palace Formation and simultaneously manifested in every Sect throughout the seventy-two continents of the Immortal race!" The old man in green spoke calmly, and after finishing, he closed his eyes and stopped looking.

But all the Cultivators on the plaza, including those from the four great Prince's Mansions, looked at Wang Lin outside the nine gates almost simultaneously.

Wang Lin stood there. Regarding the conferment, the Li Family Yue Tianzun old man had told him everything before he came here. Indeed, every Yue Tianzun would walk this Nine Gates passage before being conferred.

However, this matter was only symbolic. After all, a Yue Tianzun Cultivator had been tested by the Immortal Ancestor's shadow within the Tianzun Nirvana and had to pass through ten levels. Therefore, these nine gates were just a way to display imperial power. In reality, there was no obstacle within; one only needed to walk through.

Wang Lin's gaze swept over the Nine Gates passage, seeing the two rows of black-armored Cultivators like long Dragons inside. These Cultivators had their faces hidden within their black Armor, revealing only cold eyes, staring at Wang Lin.

Being focused on by the gazes of nearly one hundred thousand black-armored Cultivators, Wang Lin's expression did not change in the slightest. He had his own principles in doing things. If these nine gates were normal, that was fine, but if there were other crises within, Wang Lin would not be polite.

Taking a step, Wang Lin calmly walked toward the first gate ahead. His pace was not fast. Step by step, he gradually approached this gate. The moment he stepped into the first gate and entered this black passage, suddenly, the one hundred thousand black-armored Cultivators inside let out another low roar in unison.

In this low roar, a monstrous slaughter, reaching an extreme degree of density, spread invisibly from the bodies of these one hundred thousand people, gathered together, and formed an indescribable pressure that slammed onto Wang Lin.

This slaughter was the manifestation of the killing intent of these one hundred thousand people throughout their lives, and it was also greatly related to their Armor. After gathering at this moment, it was as if what stood before Wang Lin was not this Nine Gates passage, but a Heaven and Earth Killing Immortal!

Wang Lin frowned!

"This Nine Gates test is not about cultivation, but killing intent… Since that is the case, I do not need to be polite." Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he slowly closed them. But the moment he opened them again, the Thunder True Body within his body had already emitted its Killing Thunder power!

This power only existed within a distance of ten zhang around Wang Lin's body, but just this ten zhang, the moment it spread out, caused the Nine Gates passage to emit a booming sound.

Then, the black Nine Gates passage outside Wang Lin's body roared backward, as if it were forced to retreat by the slaughter emitted by Wang Lin, pushed back by ten zhang.

Wang Lin's pace did not pause. He walked forward step by step. But with every step he took, as his ten-zhang Aura of slaughter moved forward with him, the black light on the black Nine Gates passage constantly swirled backward. Even the black-armored guards inside revealed shock in their eyes and retreated involuntarily, as if there was a heaven-shaking Aura on Wang Lin's body. The slaughter contained in this Aura could subdue others without a fight!

A hundred zhang, a thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang! As Wang Lin walked, he walked ten thousand zhang in a row. Behind him, there was no black light, only the calm stone gate!

In front of him, the black passage formed by the remaining eight gates, in this constant forcing back and compression by Wang Lin, faintly became turbid.

Roar!! The black-armored Cultivators in the black passage that had been forced back ten thousand zhang let out a third low roar. Under this low roar, the black light that formed this eight-gate passage spread out in a large range, as if turning into a black fierce tiger, manifesting in this palace, in front of Wang Lin, roaring, and pounced directly at Wang Lin.

"You all, retreat!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed, the Heavenly Ox Soul totem on his face instantly spread over his whole body. He raised his right hand, punched forward, and the Soul Armor instantly disappeared from his body.

This punch landed, and the heavens and earth roared. The fierce tiger phantom shook and collapsed. The black passage formed by the eight gates was shattered with a bang. At the same time as the black light was extinguished, the one hundred thousand black-armored Cultivators all spat out blood in unison, their bodies all retreated, but no one died.

Wang Lin's pupils shrank imperceptibly. After carefully glancing at their Armor, he took a step forward, passed through these one hundred thousand Cultivators, passed through the remaining eight gates, and with one step, stood in front of the old man in green who had hurriedly retreated with a look of horror in front of the Immortal Dao Hall!

"You, also back down before me!" Wang Lin looked coldly at the old man in green.