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It caused an indescribable hatred to surge in Lin Xun\'s heart!

From the eighteen sons of Earth Treasury Temple to the Ancient Buddha Son, Lin Xun had been regarded as a heretic and attacked via every method one could imagine. It was simply intolerable!

Lin Xun wasn’t a saint who had no emotions or desires. Hence, how could he not feel hateful and angry after how he was treated?

"This score will be settled in blood!"

Lin Xun gritted his teeth.

With a deep breath, he forced down these negative emotions and cooled his head.

He was currently in an incredibly dangerous situation where he was unable to break free from the giant white hand that was tightly locked around his ankle.

Moreover, as he sank deeper into the murky, blood-colored river, Lin Xun could sense cold, savage auras lock onto him one after another and swiftly approach from various directions.

A sensation of fatal danger clasped Lin Xun\'s heart, causing him to stiffen as he struggled to breathe.

He had never encountered such unsettling danger ever since he reached the Supreme King stage!

The Underworld River was a dreadful place that people wouldn’t even dare to take a single step into.

Yet, he was now being dragged into the depths of that very river!

Even the Broken Blade with its unmatched sharpness was unable to leave a scratch on the white hand.

To make things worse, he had used the Impermanence Slash then A Moment of Spring and Autumn to stop Underworld Son previously, resulting in him exhausting most of his strength.

Additionally, he had been seriously injured by Ancient Buddha Son’s ambush.

This is really bad!

Lin Xun frowned. He quickly shoved several King-grade herbs into his mouth and focused on absorbing them to repair his injuries.

Rumble!

As the pressure rapidly increased, all he could see were faint outlines of corpses and bones in the murky Underworld River.

Meanwhile, he could feel savage auras swiftly closing in.

This placed a huge burden on Lin Xun\'s mind and body. He felt as if he was on the verge of drowning and even lifting a limb seemed incomparably difficult.

Soon, all he could see was blood-red around him.

The icy coldness, the oppressive pressure, the bizarre and unsettling auras, and various other things mixed together and assaulted Lin Xun’s consciousness, causing it to turn blurry.

In his hazy state, he seemed to hear mournful wailings as if resentful ghosts were howling.

There were also Saints sorrowfully sighing and the maniacal cries of gods and demons.

In his befuddled state, fragments of strange scenes would occasionally flash in his mind.

A mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, an endless downpour of bloody rain, gods, demons, ghosts, saints, and monsters...and all kinds of strange creatures were fighting and screaming.

Subsequently, everything turned ethereal and far away.

The chaotic scenes gradually turned into endless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, a dusky, mottled light suddenly appeared.

It illuminated the darkness, allowing Lin Xun\'s fuzzy consciousness to gather together again little by little.

With a sudden jolt, he regained a sliver of clarity.

An oil lamp stuck out from the ground beside him, casting a dim glow that shrouded the area around him.

The glow was small and only covered an area of one foot around Lin Xun like an umbrella.

Beyond the small circle of light was a river that was black as ink!

The Blameless Lamp!

Lin Xun gradually came to his senses and recognized this treasure the skeleton boatman had given to him. He also realized that he had been saved by the lamp.

Lin Xun took a deep breath and carefully reached out with his senses.

There was nothing unusual in the tiny area covered by the dim glow of the lamp, and it made him feel calm and reassured.

When his senses left the light, however, he immediately felt many terrifying, cold, and savage auras pouncing at him like a tsunami!

It was as if countless demons and monsters were waiting in the darkness to devour their prey!

Lin Xun decisively withdrew his spirit sense. The sinister howls that still echoed in his ears made his heart shiver and caused his expression to turn somewhat ugly.

This was undoubtedly the bottom of the Underworld River!

The originally murky and blood-colored water had taken on a shade of oppressive darkness.

He did not dare to imagine what would have happened to him without the Blameless Lamp.

With a deep breath, Lin Xun cast away all unnecessary thoughts and began to meditate.

Everything was silent and not even the sound of water flowing could be heard. The omnipresent darkness also made it difficult to breathe.

However, Lin Xun was oblivious to all of this.

A day later.

His injuries were healed, and he returned to tip-top condition. He felt refreshed as a strong desire to survive rose within him.

He turned to look at the Blameless Lamp.

Its wick was small as a bean and emitted a dim, mottled glow that gave off a warm sensation.

The lamp was gray and worn like stubborn iron that had been polished for countless years and gave off a feeling of antiquity.

The skeleton boatman had hung this lamp on the small black boat while they crossed the Underworld River.

Lin Xun reached out to pick up the lamp, hoping to use its power to leave the Underworld River.

However, the lamp seemed stuck to the ground and didn’t move at all no matter how much strength he used!

Eh?

Lin Xun’s eyes contracted, and he carefully inspected it.

He quickly understood the reason. While casting a glow to block the strange power within the darkness, the lamp also had to endure the pressure of that strange power!

Lin Xun\'s expression fluctuated indeterminately. He realized that the key to solving the problem was to chase away the strange power in the darkness of the Underworld River!

However, it was an impossible feat given his current strength.

What could he do?

Lin Xun fell into deep thought.

He wasn’t someone who would give up and wait for death as long as there was a glimmer of hope.

The big black bird had mentioned that if it wasn\'t for the black wok, even a Saint expert wouldn\'t be able to suppress the strange power in the Underworld River!

Lin Xun was at the bottom of the Underworld River, and his strength was still far from the Saint stage. It felt like his situation was hopeless.

But was that really the case?

Three days later.

A certain bold thought emerged in Lin Xun\'s head. Would it be possible to create a way out if he triggered a longevity lightning tribulation?

Tribulation lightning was derived from the will of the heavens and was a domineering and unbending cleansing force that could kill all evil!

Meanwhile, the Underworld River was essentially a deposit of corpses and unforgotten grievances, which was why it was so strange and unsettling.

As such, using a heavenly tribulation to open a path seemed like a pretty good option.

However, the risk was also extremely high.

Lin Xun couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t be disturbed or attacked by the strange savage auras within the darkness while undergoing the heavenly tribulation and there were terrible consequences to suffer the moment a mishap occurred!

However, after much consideration, it was still the only method Lin Xun could think of to escape.

"Since I’m still some ways from triggering the first longevity tribulation, I have no choice but to...cultivate here!"

Yes, cultivate!

Lin Xun might be trapped for now, but he didn’t believe that he would be trapped here forever!

With that, he steadied his mind and silently did some calculations.

In the Underworld River Forbidden Zone, he obtained plenty of treasures such as the All-Wonder Dao Flame, the sword technique left by Mo Yang, almost a hundred stalks of Thundering Violet Bamboos, the Big Divine Meditation Art...

Even without mentioning all these, the divine herbs and king-grade herbs he currently had in his possession were already more than enough to sustain him for a long time!

Omm~

Lin Xun didn\'t hesitate any further and summoned the All-Wonder Dao Flame. It transformed into a furnace that exuded a mystical, eternal-like aura.

Clang!

The Broken Blade flew into the furnace and began to be tempered and nourished.

With a wave of his sleeve, a pile of divine materials poured out, creating a dazzling glow.

These were the divine materials he had collected over the years, and he intended to use them to refine the Broken Blade.

Lin Xun calmly separated a strand of his spirit sense to control the All-Wonder Dao Flame while throwing various divine materials into the dao flame from time to time.

As a rune founder, he was naturally familiar with the art of refining weapons.

Although nurturing a Supreme King Weapon was different from refining a weapon, they led to the same result. He was certain that he would be able to reforge the Broken Blade with the help of the All-Wonder Dao Flame.

The Broken Blade’s origins were extremely mysterious, and it even possessed its own inheritance. However, it was ultimately incomplete!

For quite some time now, Lin Xun had been deliberating between making a new Supreme King Weapon and turning the Broken Blade into his Supreme King Weapon.

Now, he finally made his decision.

The Broken Blade had always managed to display immeasurable power. Additionally, the Yuan Word Inheritance and the Extreme Word Inheritance both required the Broken Blade in order to be utilized.

If he were to choose a new weapon for his Supreme King Weapon, it would be no different from wasting the Broken Blade’s amazing potential.

The All-Wonder Dao Flame glowed like a furnace as it melted the divine materials. Meanwhile, the Broken Blade hovering within it was being continuously tempered and nourished.

Lin Xun split off some of his spirit sense to continue observing while he focused on his cultivation.

His cultivation was currently at the advanced king stage and was only a single step away from the perfect stage.

What he needed to do now was to elevate his cultivation to the extreme and undergo a breakthrough, which would subsequently trigger the first longevity tribulation.

However, before doing that, Lin Xun decided to first practice the Big Divine Meditation Art.

If he could split his spirit into three to take charge of ‘past’, ‘present’, and ‘future’, he would be able to cultivate in a far more efficient manner.

For example, while cultivating, one of his primordial spirits could focus on comprehending martial dao, while another could focus on refining his cultivation, and the last could concentrate on comprehending grand dao power!

The dim oil lamp swayed in the endless darkness while Lin Xun was immersed in his cultivation and gradually lost track of time...

……

Demon God Lin was dead!

The news swept across the Mythic Fire Realm like a storm, causing countless uproars.

Many people didn’t believe it at first, but more details and further confirmation was received as more experts returned from the Underworld River Forbidden Zone.

While being pursued by Underworld Son, Demon God Lin was ambushed by Ancient Buddha Son and fell into the Underworld River!

For a time, countless people felt regret for him.

After all, Demon God Lin was a legend who had created many miracles and had never truly lost to anyone since rising to fame.

How could anyone not sigh after hearing that such a legend had succumbed to the dreadful Underworld River?