Chapter 443 Eight Extreme Celestial Lord Lian Daofei

Lin Che tapped the body of the Li Guang Bow with his fingertips. The ancient runes on it shimmered slightly. He nodded and replied, "What you said is true, Senior. After the Ancient Dao Origin merged with the immortal essence, it indeed touched the barrier of the Empty Profound Realm, but it has not yet fully stabilized."

The old ghost of war had already walked to the stone platform in the center of the main hall. Hearing this, he looked back at him, "To be able to reach this realm by borrowing the power of the Ancient Dao in the early stage of Empty Spirit, Ye Mo didn't even have your level of comprehension back then."

The old ghost of war waved his hand, and the grayish-brown crystal suspended on the stone platform glowed faintly. "This is Ye Mo's core origin. It contains his core divine ability, the Undying Ancient Dao Body. Come forward and feel it."

Lin Che stepped forward as instructed. As soon as he approached the stone platform, the core crystal transformed into a stream of light and surged into his glabella.

Instantly, countless methods and insights about body tempering flooded his mind, from bones to flesh, from meridians to the primordial spirit, meticulously explaining how to forge an immortal body with the power of the Ancient Dao.

Lin Che's Ancient Dao aura surged, his robes billowed without wind, and runes, originating from the same source as the crystal, faintly appeared on his skin.

Wang Lin stood by, holding his breath, afraid of disturbing him.

Blue Dream Dao Lord, on the other hand, slowly walked to the mural, his gaze falling on the scene of Ye Mo fighting fiercely with foreign races. He sighed softly:

"Back then, the Ancient Dao Tribe dominated the starry sky, and Ye Mo even protected the realm for a hundred years with his own strength. Unfortunately, he ultimately could not escape the fate of his lifespan running out."

Half an incense stick later, the light on Lin Che's glabella dissipated. He slowly opened his eyes, his aura had stabilized, and his cultivation at the early stage of Empty Profound was completely settled.

"Thank you for the gift, Senior."

Lin Che bowed deeply to the old ghost of war. At this moment, not only was his cultivation stable, but he had also initially mastered the introductory methods of the Undying Ancient Dao Body, and his physical strength had increased several times compared to before.

The old ghost of war waved his hand, his expression still calm and composed, "It's nothing. These are all things you deserve."

"Little friend Lin Che, this Fallen God Hall was once the God of War Hall created by several peak powerhouses. As for what is hidden within, even we are not clear."

"If you can understand something from it, it is naturally a fortuitous encounter. But if you cannot, then you will not have this opportunity."

Lin Che was about to ask, but his gaze was drawn to a faint, discernible pattern on the edge of the stone platform.

The pattern subtly resonated with the Ancient Dao runes within his body, and his fingertips unconsciously reached out.

As soon as he touched it, the pattern suddenly lit up, forming a circular light screen that enveloped the stone platform.

"Not good! It's the teleportation restriction those old ghosts set up back then!"

The old ghost of war's expression changed drastically. He took a sudden step forward, and his withered palm unleashed a powerful spiritual force, but it was repelled by the light screen, creating layers of ripples.

Blue Dream Dao Lord also instantly focused, forming a hand seal with one hand to activate immortal essence and strike the light screen: "This restriction is bound to the Ancient Dao Origin. Only the inheritor can trigger it. External force cannot break it at all!"

Blue Dream Dao Lord's voice was filled with urgency, and his peak Empty Profound aura erupted without reservation, but the light screen remained unmoving like an impenetrable wall.

Lin Che, within the light screen, felt a powerful pulling force. The Ancient Dao power within his body surged uncontrollably towards the pattern.

Lin Che instinctively gripped the Li Guang Bow. Just as he was about to activate the Undying Ancient Dao Body to resist, his entire body was enveloped by a dazzling white light.

"Seniors! Wang Lin!"

Lin Che shouted urgently, but his figure rapidly faded in the white light.

Wang Lin rushed to the light screen, reaching out to grab something, but only touched emptiness.

"Senior Brother!"

Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot, but Blue Dream Dao Lord pressed down on his shoulder.

The white light dissipated, and the stone platform returned to its original state, with only a faint glow remaining on the pattern.

The old ghost of war looked at the empty stone platform, his fists clenched, his voice filled with disbelief: "This restriction can still function… What kind of contingency did those old geezers leave behind!"

Blue Dream Dao Lord frowned deeply, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding murals. He said in a deep voice, "The direction of the teleportation is unknown. With the power of the restriction, it has probably exceeded the scope of the Fallen God Star Sea. Master and the others are still watching covetously. Little friend Lin has left alone at this moment, and the danger is unpredictable!"

…Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed. Even the several Venerables didn't know where Lin Che had gone; they only knew that he had completely disappeared.

Meanwhile, a certain cultivation star was in a state of semi-collapse, no longer round, looking very damaged. There were no plants on it, and it was enveloped in a desolate silence.

A cultivator in tattered clothes, with a face full of dark beard, squatted there, staring blankly at a corpse lying in front of him.

"This guy was suddenly teleported here a few years ago. Why did he suddenly stop moving? He looks like he's still alive, but… he just hasn't woken up."

This cultivator came before Lin Che, kicked him twice fiercely, and said with annoyance, "Hey, wake up, Your Majesty! Stop sleeping, Your Majesty is so annoyed!"

Lian Daofei stroked his chin, looked at Lin Che's delicate face, and unconsciously touched it, saying with a smile, "My brother was right, cultivators from the outside are all quite handsome. This guy has a bit of Your Majesty's charm."

"But he just won't wake up, damn it, Your Majesty is so bored!"

Lian Daofei sat beside Lin Che and waited. This wait lasted for several months, completely driving Lian Daofei insane, turning him into a madman.

"Wake up! Wake up, Your Majesty!"

Lian Daofei clutched his disheveled hair, circling Lin Che frantically. Scattered at his feet were a few broken spirit stones that he had found on Lin Che years ago.

Those were the only toys he had in these hundred years.

Lian Daofei would sometimes squat down and poke Lin Che's cheek, and sometimes roar at the broken starry sky, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

This semi-collapsed cultivation star had no distinction between day and night, with only occasional passing meteorites bringing brief light.

Lian Daofei had long forgotten how long he had been guarding. He only knew that he used to count the days, but later he completely gave up, repeating the cycle of kicking, shouting, and staring blankly every day.

He once tried to wake Lin Che with spiritual power, but as soon as his fingertips touched the other's body, he was repelled by a hidden Ancient Dao power, which made him grimace in pain, yet he inexplicably dared not truly harm the other party.

"If you don't wake up, Your Majesty will throw you to feed the worms in the meteorites!"

Lian Daofei threatened fiercely, yet he subconsciously placed a newly picked, relatively intact metal piece by Lin Che's hand.

That was a treasure he felt worthy of being Your Majesty's follower.

Lian Daofei stared at Lin Che's pale face and suddenly remembered his brother's words before he left, muttering, "My brother said there are many bad people outside. You're so weak, you won't survive even if you wake up… Forget it, Your Majesty will reluctantly cover for you."

Just then, Lin Che's fingertip suddenly moved.

Lian Daofei instantly froze, his frantic expression solidifying on his face. He cautiously leaned closer, not daring to breathe.

A faint golden Ancient Dao rune slowly emerged from Lin Che's glabella. The Ancient Dao Origin, dormant for a hundred years, finally began to circulate again, emitting a faint aura around his body.

"It… it moved!"