Chapter 514: The Fairy's Heart Stirred, the Emperor Appears
"Ah!"
The Yimo King howled in terror as he felt the devouring and spatial forces erupt violently within his body. At this moment, he truly experienced the imminent threat of death.
"This king refuses to die here!"
He roared furiously, his voice filled with unwillingness. But his desperate screams were ignored. The ruthless power of two Ancestral Symbols continued to rampage inside him before violently detonating.
Boom!
At the moment of detonation, the Yimo King's body instantly shattered, exploding into a boundless cloud of black energy, attempting desperately to scatter in all directions.
"Ah, you lowly humans dare to kill this king! Just you wait—one day, my clan will conquer this entire plane and enslave you for all eternity!"
His miserable cries echoed throughout the Devouring Realm, filled with resentment and curses.
"This king refuses to accept this!"
"I refuse!"
The terrifyingly violent energy slowly dissipated within the Devouring Realm, along with the remnants of the Yimo King's shattered form.
Thus, the once-formidable Yimo King, who had previously destroyed the Devouring Palace, completely vanished under the combined might of Lin Langtian's two ancestral symbols.
"Huff…"
As the Yimo King disappeared, Lin Langtian finally reached his limit. His arms dropped weakly, his youthful face extremely pale. Yet, despite his immense exhaustion, his eyes shone with excitement. After all, who would have imagined he could eliminate a Yimo King—an existence comparable to a peak Reincarnation-stage powerhouse?
Thud!
As excitement faded, the Bloodline Link's power abruptly vanished, causing Lin Langtian's weakened body to collapse helplessly onto the ground. Dust gently rose before settling again, resembling a slowly dissipating sandstorm.
Once again, absolute silence reigned over the entire Devouring Realm.
After the initial shock, Tang Xinlian and the others turned their attention toward the only figure still standing in the crater. Gazing at his thin silhouette, respect and solemnity filled their eyes.
They knew clearly the extreme price Lin Langtian had paid to defeat such a terrifying opponent. Even among the strongest experts in the Chaotic Demon Sea, likely no one could achieve this feat.
"We actually won! Worthy of our Palace Master indeed," Liu Da and his two brothers murmured, eyes slightly dazed. At this moment, these three brothers, somewhat famous in the Eastern Xuan Region, sincerely admired Lin Langtian.
Following such an extraordinary genius was truly their greatest fortune.
"It seems we were really lucky this time," Tang Xinlian whispered softly, her eyes fixed on Lin Langtian's figure. Her normally assertive voice now sounded unusually gentle.
"I knew Brother Langtian would definitely win!" Mu Lingshan chirped happily. Perhaps she was the only one present who had never doubted Lin Langtian's victory.
While their thoughts were complicated, Lin Langtian's figure swayed weakly. He began coughing violently, spewing blood from his mouth, quickly covering it with his palm. His face became frighteningly pale.
"What a… troublesome fellow," Lin Langtian muttered bitterly, feeling utterly drained. At this moment, he was completely exhausted. Even an ordinary Profound Life-stage expert could easily threaten his life.
Both forcing himself to confront the Yimo King head-on with the Black Flame Tyrant Body, and subsequently activating the Eye of the Ancestral Symbol, had pushed Lin Langtian far beyond his limits.
Fortunately, the result was perfect.
A dizzying sensation overwhelmed him. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, a flash of red appeared in his peripheral vision. Immediately afterward, he felt his body leaning against something soft, accompanied by a pleasant fragrance.
The sudden softness dispelled Lin Langtian's dizziness somewhat. Turning his head slightly, he saw a pair of bright, captivating eyes gazing at him tenderly. His body was almost completely pressed against Tang Xinlian's gentle figure.
Tang Xinlian did not avoid his gaze. On her exquisite face appeared a gentle smile, extremely rare given her normally strong-willed nature. She carefully helped Lin Langtian sit down, then knelt beside him quietly. Looking up at his handsome yet exhausted face, she felt a deep tranquility, so unlike the fierce battle moments ago.
"Thank you," Tang Xinlian said softly, tilting her head and smiling warmly at Lin Langtian.
This expression of gratitude carried two meanings: firstly, thanking Lin Langtian for saving her life; secondly, gratitude for eliminating the Yimo King—a task originally entrusted to her by her master, Mo Luo. Ever since childhood, Tang Xinlian had harbored deep hatred toward the Yimo clan after her family perished due to their invasion.
Lin Langtian smiled faintly, replying, "As someone who holds Ancestral Symbols, it's only right for me to do this…"
Observing his blood-stained hands, he shook his head bitterly. It had been a long time since he had fought so desperately.
Just as he stared at his bloody palms, a slender, jade-like hand suddenly reached over, gently holding his palm under his astonished gaze. Tang Xinlian pulled out a soft silk cloth and began to tenderly clean away the bloodstains from his hand.
Lin Langtian stared blankly for a moment. The touch was cool, like holding a piece of fine jade, soothing his aching body considerably.
After the initial surprise, Lin Langtian gradually relaxed and enjoyed this quiet moment. He smiled warmly, whispering, "Thank you."
Facing Lin Langtian's radiant smile, a blush appeared on Tang Xinlian's delicate cheeks. She knew clearly that without him, she would have undoubtedly died in this place.
A young man capable of killing a Yimo King at such an age, possessing two ancestral symbols… this man was truly special.
Tang Xinlian gently bit her red lips, a strange feeling emerging within her heart. Her usually proud demeanor had vanished, leaving only the charming elegance of a woman experiencing her first stirrings of love.
"Hehe, Sister Tang, have you perhaps fallen for Brother Langtian?"
At this moment, Mu Lingshan's innocent yet teasing voice broke the silence. Her large eyes shifted back and forth mischievously between Lin Langtian and Tang Xinlian, giggling softly.
Tang Xinlian's face immediately turned red. After hastily cleaning Lin Langtian's hands, she hurriedly put away her silk cloth, turning shyly toward the mischievous Mu Lingshan, saying angrily, "What nonsense are you talking, little girl?"
Facing Tang Xinlian's scolding, Mu Lingshan merely laughed cheekily, staring at her playfully as if saying, "I may be young, but I understand everything clearly."
Seeing Mu Lingshan's teasing gaze, Tang Xinlian grew increasingly embarrassed. Though it was true that her heart had been moved by Lin Langtian, as the famous Flame Fairy, this was the first time her girlish feelings were openly exposed.
Just as Tang Xinlian's embarrassment reached its peak, Lin Langtian cleared his throat, speaking sternly to Mu Lingshan, "Don't be rude!"
Hearing Lin Langtian's words, Mu Lingshan immediately became obedient, retracting her teasing gaze, sticking her tongue out, and standing quietly beside him.
Seeing Mu Lingshan finally relent, Tang Xinlian breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glancing at Lin Langtian again with faint hope in her eyes.
But she was slightly disappointed to see that Lin Langtian's expression remained calm, as though he hadn't understood her feelings at all. She felt bitterness rising—she, the famed Flame Fairy worshipped by countless geniuses, was now feeling insecure about a man's thoughts toward her.
Unbeknownst to Tang Xinlian, Lin Langtian genuinely hadn't noticed her subtle emotions. He was busy scanning their surroundings, relieved that no outsiders remained to witness his dual Ancestral Symbols. Luckily, those who knew now—Mu Lingshan, Liu Da and his brothers, and Tang Xinlian—were either his companions or trustworthy individuals unlikely to reveal his secrets.
Feeling somewhat reassured, Lin Langtian took a deep breath, activating his devouring power. Vast quantities of natural energy rushed into his body, quickly replenishing his depleted Yuan Power.
The others watched in astonishment as Lin Langtian's aura rapidly recovered.
"Truly, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol is remarkable," Tang Xinlian praised sincerely, amazed by Lin Langtian's rapid recovery. Had it been her, it would take at least a full day to regain even a fraction of her strength.
Lin Langtian chuckled gently, rising to his feet and shaking his head. Although his Yuan Power had returned to normal levels, his internal injuries would require slow recovery.
At this moment, Lin Langtian noticed something strange amidst the remains of the Yimo King—a flicker of black armor emitting faint demonic energy: the Demon King Armor.
Recalling its immense power, Lin Langtian decisively took it into his body, intending to repair it as a powerful hidden trump card.
As he completed this, suddenly, a gentle yet majestic voice echoed across the realm, startling everyone present.
"Haha, who would've thought that after ten thousand years, a prodigy wielding two Ancestral Symbols would appear once more…"
Before the group's stunned eyes, the remains of the Devouring Emperor's head transformed into a dark glow, slowly coalescing into a mysterious figure in black robes, exuding immense pressure.
His face was unmistakably that of the Devouring Emperor himself…
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