Chapter 419 Dao Gu Ye Mo

As the strong wind passed, the faint mist filling the hall was instantly dispersed. At the same time, countless tiny specks of light flew out from his palm, covering more than half of the palace like a sky full of stars.

Aided by the illumination of these light specks, Lin Che finally saw the scene further away. The moment his gaze touched those sights, his pupils contracted sharply, and the shock in his heart grew even more intense.

Beyond the area surrounded by tens of thousands of cultivators' corpses and eight giant cauldrons, eight towering mountains of corpses stood majestically!

Countless corpses were piled layer upon layer, and the long-dried black-red blood had congealed into thick, hard clumps on the surface of the corpse mountains, emitting a pungent, decaying odor.

Each corpse mountain was hundreds of zhang high, with broken swords, shattered blades, and other weapons stuck into its body. Occasionally, a few relatively intact corpses could be seen in struggling postures, clearly indicating that extremely brutal battles had taken place here in the past.

However, this was not all.

Lin Che's gaze continued to extend outwards, and after passing the eight corpse mountains, he saw an even more shocking sight.

Between heaven and earth, eight giant dragons, tens of thousands of zhang long, were suspended!

These giant dragons had ferocious scales, claws as sharp as divine weapons, and their gaping mouths revealed pale fangs, exuding a destructive aura.

But strangely, all eight of these giant dragons had turned into stone, their bodies stiffly suspended in mid-air.

Only an indescribable, peculiar power surrounded them, allowing them to maintain their soaring posture without falling.

Even more alarming was that all the dragons' heads faced the stone platform, as if in the distant past, they had roared furiously at the being on the seat, only to be frozen into stone statues at some moment.

Beyond the giant dragons, on the ground of the endless hall, rows of massive magical artifact chariots came into view.

Each of these chariots was a thousand zhang in size, with a body made of dark metal and covered in sharp spikes.

Grotesque demonic patterns were carved on both sides of the chariot shafts, and dark brown bloodstains remained on the bodies, clearly indicating that these chariots had unleashed immense power and reaped countless lives in the battles of yesteryear.

Around each chariot, dozens of cultivators on flying swords floated.

These cultivators had also turned into stone statues; some maintained the posture of swinging their swords, while others formed hand seals, seemingly casting powerful spells.

Although their bodies had long since petrified, a strong killing intent still emanated from them, as if they would regain vitality and resume fighting in the next second.

Behind these petrified cultivators, as far as the eye could see, figures densely packed the area in all directions.

No less than several hundred thousand cultivators were distributed throughout the hall in various postures.

Some cultivators held long blades, charging forward.

Some cultivators sat cross-legged, forming hand seals, seemingly fending off attacks.

And some cultivators, with frantic expressions, clutched their enemies' bodies as if to perish together… They all maintained their last actions in life, eternally frozen within this grand hall.

Even more astonishing was that among these groups of cultivators, nearly a hundred towering figures, a hundred zhang tall, stood.

These figures had strange appearances; some had three heads and six arms, others had wings on their backs. They all faced away from the stone platform, waving their massive arms, seemingly driving away the cultivators in front, preventing them from approaching the stone platform.

The moment Lin Che's gaze swept across that enormous seat, his body suddenly trembled violently. An irresistible force emanated from the seat, forcefully pulling his body to the front of the seat.

Immediately after, Lin Che's body rapidly expanded at a visible speed. Within a few breaths, he transformed into a several-hundred-zhang-tall True Body of an Ancient God.

His skin was a faint golden color, his muscles were explosively powerful, and every inch of his skin exuded the unique majesty of the Ancient God race.

On his glabella, seven faint golden Ancient God star-points slowly materialized, rapidly rotating around the central light-point on his glabella, emitting a rich Ancient God power.

However, at this moment, a majestic demonic qi suddenly permeated from within the seat, surging into Lin Che's body through his left hand like a rushing river.

It rapidly coursed through his meridians, eventually gathering in his left eye, condensing into seven illusory silver star-points.

Almost simultaneously with the influx of demonic qi, a monstrous devil qi followed closely behind, roaring out from the seat and instantly rushing into Lin Che's body through his right hand. The black devil qi, distinctly different from the demonic qi, surged within him, finally condensing in the pupil of his right eye, also forming seven illusory black star-points.

Although the star-points in both his left and right eyes were illusory, the moment they appeared, they formed a mysterious connection with the seven Ancient God star-points on his glabella.

The trajectories of the three rotations became exactly the same, like three intertwining star rivers, forming a perfect cycle within Lin Che's body.

In an instant, Lin Che's mind boomed, and an indescribable sensation swept through his entire body.

It was as if time was rapidly reversing on him, past memories receded like a tide, he gradually forgot who he was, forgot his past experiences, and only a blankness remained in his mind.

Gradually, a majestic aura slowly emanated from Lin Che.

This aura contained overbearing kingly power, hidden battle might that could conquer the world, and even a resolute determination to face all calamities with cold eyes, even if the heavens collapsed and the seas turned into mulberry fields.

Lin Che gazed calmly forward, his expression gradually becoming indifferent and majestic, while the aura on his body continuously accumulated and ascended.

In the end, that majesty became so terrifying that even a mere ripple of its emanation was enough to make a powerful cultivator of the third step of cultivation tremble before him, as if at this moment, he had transformed into a supreme existence wielding the rules of heaven and earth.

It was also at this moment that Lin Che suddenly felt a splitting headache. He collapsed directly to the ground, clutching his head, his entire body trembling.

“Ah…”

Excruciating pain surged from Lin Che's mind like a tide. The pain was like tearing, as if it wanted to rip apart his memories and his very being.

As that arrow whistled, blood immediately flowed from Lin Che's left eye, and the nine borrowed demon stars within his left eye collapsed with a roar.

“Daoist Li Guang shot down my left eye. That left eye contained half my life's memories and my longing for my homeland…”

The voice that had appeared before surfaced in Lin Che's mind. At this moment, under that excruciating pain, he seemed to have completely forgotten himself, instead transforming into Dao Gu Yemo!

“Young friend, I didn't expect that after so many years, it would be you who could arrive here…”

Lin Che frowned slightly, his vision suddenly blurred, and then an old man in luxurious robes appeared.

“You are… Dao Gu Yemo!”