Vol 5 Chapter 110: Armies at the Border
Several days later.
A shocking piece of news spread from the Pangu Continent as its epicenter.
The fake inheritor of Demon Emperor Tianchou's legacy, Mo Yu, who had humiliated the Demon Sect's Sacred Son in the Origin Realm and slaughtered numerous demonic geniuses—including some alliance cultivators—was actually an incarnation of Lin Jing all along.
Even the battle between Lin Jing and Mo Yu had been staged.
This revelation enraged many powerful figures within the alliance.
"Mo Yu... was actually Lin Jing's incarnation?" A Dao Inquiry cultivator on Pangu Continent clenched his fists. Intelligence from the Origin Realm confirmed his disciple had died by Mo Yu's hand.
Though his disciple had actively hunted Mo Yu, shouldn't demonic cultivators be exterminated on sight? What crime had his disciple committed?
And this Lin Jing—whose true identity was deputy city lord of Xianlin City—not only killed demon sect geniuses but also attacked alliance cultivators! Clearly he never considered himself one of them.
"That Lin Jing is absolutely no good. I heard his homeworld, the Tianyuan Realm, still refuses to join the Cultivation Alliance. Only someone with ulterior motives would do this.""Impossible! City Lord Lin personally helped Xianlin City repel strong enemies and even resurrected fallen geniuses. How could he be evil?"
"If he's not evil, who is? Those actions were just to buy people's loyalty. Now with the Origin Sources missing from the Origin Realm, alliance divinations point to Lin Jing as the culprit. Everything was his scheme! Staying outside the alliance makes it easier to monopolize the Origin Realm's resources."
"What? A mere Nascent Soul Transformation cultivator couldn't possibly..."
"If the higher-ups say so, it must be true. Rumor has it Lin Jing possesses a supreme treasure that explains his rapid power growth and influence over the Origin Realm."
"The Cultivation Alliance has decided to send envoys. The Origin Sources belong to all lower realms—he can't hoard them alone! If he refuses to cooperate, we'll form a multirealm coalition army. No matter how strong he is, can he withstand the combined might of ten thousand realms?"
Currently, Lin Jing's name dominated conversations not just on Pangu Continent but across the alliance.
Through various spies, the news also reached the Heavenly Demon Realm. Upon learning Mo Yu was Lin Jing's incarnation, demonic forces erupted in fury—no wonder they'd failed to locate Mo Yu for decades.
"Hasn't Her Majesty Tianchou gone to that Longevity Body's homeland? After all these years, she still hasn't returned?"
"That madwoman Tianchou somehow ended up fighting Sword Taixu near the Tianming Realm. Both remain missing. The Tianyuan Realm likely remains untouched."
"Who currently has the capability to swiftly conquer a realm near Tianyuan?"
"His Majesty the Blood Prison Demon God, stationed at the Star Crane Realm."
"Then we'll request His Majesty to occupy Tianyuan first. Simultaneously, send envoys to give Lin Jing one final chance—submit or die."
During the demonic conference, the Heavenly Demon Sect mobilized once more. Having achieved the Void Mystical Stage and usurped a female body to balance yin-yang, Sheng Kun abandoned all restraint upon hearing the news, charging straight for Tianyuan to personally settle her humiliation by Lin Jing.
Soon, this intelligence reached the Origin Realm.
Instantly, storms gathered.
"S-s-sect Master!"
Lady Nethersoil urgently awakened the meditating Ice Soul Gu, surprised their cover had been blown. No more silent prosperity.
"The Origin Realm's changes were indeed my doing," Ice Soul Gu admitted. "But the benefits outweigh the consequences."
"Benefits?!" Lady Nethersoil panicked. "The Cultivation Alliance is assembling a coalition army to demand answers! The Canghai Sea's ruler is furious about the missing Origin Sources too! And Mo Yu—countless demonic forces want her dead after pinpointing her location!"
"Angering one faction is manageable, but you've provoked the Cultivation Alliance, Heavenly Demon Realm, AND native spirit beasts simultaneously! Even our Heaven-Earth Sect members are wavering, fearing collateral damage!"
Lin Jing chuckled. "I thought it was something serious. We'll cross bridges when we come to them."
"Hmm?" Lady Nethersoil hesitated at his nonchalance—until an overwhelming aura outside the Nether Earth interrupted her thoughts.
"Lin Jing! Show yourself!"
"Wen Changge demands an explanation!"
They'd arrived.
Though the rumored multirealm coalition remained unseen, Xianlin City's troublesome new lord had come personally.
Lady Nethersoil studied Lin Jing's unshaken composure—then noticed something bizarre.
The weight of years.
Lin Jing bore exceptionally thick temporal traces, unlike any two-century-old genius. His aura suggested millennia, perhaps multiple millennia.
Her observation was accurate. For twenty years, Lin Jing's Time Dao Immortal Banner had maintained a 1:100 time dilation using supreme immortal energy. The prolonged exposure to accelerated time explained his aged essence.
While ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators lived only 2,500 years, Lin Jing's Longevity Immortal Physique easily withstood the banner's 2,000-year equivalent.
"He's cultivating time laws?"
Such temporal distortion normally crushed cultivators—only Time Dao experts could endure it.
Lady Nethersoil couldn't gauge Lin Jing's current strength.
But she'd witness it soon enough.
"Wen Changge? What insignificant ant—"
"Ice Soul Gu, silence him."
Ignoring the intruder, Lin Jing summoned a tiny spider from his eye. Yawning, it scurried toward the border. As Lady Nethersoil began to protest—
"That gu..."
"Immortal-level bloodline! Not just the main body, but even the incarnation..."
She gasped. When had it broken through to immortal-grade? And a dual-lineage immortal gu at that!
But the true horror wasn't the bloodline. Before physically arriving, sword intent preceded the ice gu at terrifying speeds.
The sword dao seed gifted by Demon Emperor Tianchou—which Lin Jing had transferred to Ice Soul Gu—made it more deserving of the demonic inheritance than Mo Yu ever was.
How could a demon emperor's sword seed compare to mere immortal bone fragments?
"Shut up, granny gu's here!" Ice Soul Gu's voice rang out as Wen Changge outside the Nether Earth barely dodged, his severed hair fluttering skyward. A half-second slower would have cost his head.