roccoschili Chapter 532 The Gray-Robed Man
Chapter 532 The Gray-Robed Man
There was no sun or moon, no stars, no day or night in the Time Palace; there was only an eternal gray light.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged in the center of the hall with his eyes closed, the Yin Dao and the Yang Dao churning within his sea of consciousness.
With the soul resonance of the eight hundred girls of Hehuan Valley, Lin Chen's comprehension of the Great Dao has reached a point where there are no bottlenecks; he only needs to slowly digest what he has gained.
In the Palace of Time and Space, time is the least valuable thing.
Lin Chen didn't know how long he had been here.
One day? Ten days? One month?
How much time had passed outside? No one told him, and he wasn't in a hurry.
There's no use in rushing. When it comes to cultivation, things that can be rushed are just castles in the air that will collapse with the slightest breeze.
Sometimes, Lin Chen would extend his divine sense during breaks in cultivation.
Passing through Hehuan Valley, passing through Tianyuan City, passing through Zhongzhou, passing through the Eastern Region, and looking at this world.
The tower is still under construction.
It is 9,999 zhang long, and two-thirds of it has already been built.
From a distance, it looks like a giant pillar stuck on Zhongzhou Peak, reaching towards the sky and touching the ground below.
The Avengers are still working to clear out the ancient seal.
Zhang Yiyuan led the team, Long Zaitian brought up the rear, Jian Shisan was the main attacker, Jiang Xuan and Qingyunzi provided support, and Master Xukong brought up the rear.
The six peak-level Celestial Immortals were all incredibly skilled, their teamwork becoming increasingly seamless and their efficiency ever-increasing.
If you encounter a problem you can't solve, report it to Lin Chen.
Lin Chen had already made arrangements for Lü Bu before he went into seclusion.
At the peak of the True Lord realm, with the Fangtian Halberd in hand, he possesses the world.
Lu Bu struck with his halberd, cleanly and decisively, leaving no future trouble.
The Guardians of the Galaxy's training is also on track, with some breaking through minor realms and others breaking through major realms.
In Hehuan Valley, all the girls took turns waiting for Lin Chen.
They didn't know when Lin Chen would emerge from seclusion, but they would go to the Hehuan Palace every day.
Take a look at the closed door, wait a while, and then disperse.
Yan Ruyu would sit in front of the Hehuan Hall for an hour every day, drink a pot of tea, and then get up and leave.
Mei Jiu Niang comes twice a day—once in the morning and once in the afternoon.
Lingbo would occasionally come by, stand in front of the hall for a while, and then leave.
Chi Meng appears on time every day, stands for a while, and then leaves.
She didn't care when Lin Chen came out, but she would come every day.
In the Dongshan Villa, Liu Ruyan and the others' bellies grew bigger every day.
Lin Nian'er would lie on Liu Ruyan's stomach and listen every day.
After listening for a while, he looked up and said, "Mom, my brother is kicking me!"
Liu Ruyan smiled and said, "It's my younger sister."
Lin Nian'er shook her head: "It's my younger brother."
Liu Ruyan didn't argue with her; she couldn't win anyway. This girl was very stubborn, just like her father.
Lin Nianjun was already walking very steadily. He chased after the butterflies in the flower bushes, but couldn't catch up. He got so anxious that he stomped his feet and cried out "Ah ah!" like a little madman.
The seven little ones, Lin Nianbei, Lin Nianying, Lin Nianjie, Lin Nianze, Lin Nianzhao, Lin Niansu, and Lin Nianruo, huddled together, chattering away like a flock of little sparrows.
But neither of them knew what the other was talking about; they were just chatting enthusiastically, their faces flushed and necks red.
In the imperial palace in the capital, Zhao Lingyang still reviewed official documents every day.
Zhao Kun ate and slept all day long, and in just over a month he gained a lot of weight. His little face became round and chubby, like a meat bun.
When Zhao Lingyang was reviewing the memorial, he placed Zhao Kun in the cradle next to him.
He stared at his mother with his big eyes, neither crying nor making a fuss, behaving unusually well.
Zhao Lingyang glanced down at him, and he grinned, revealing his pink gums.
It has no teeth, is bald, but has a particularly beautiful smile, like a little sun that can melt people's hearts.
Zhao Lingyang instantly felt much better, smiled, and continued to annotate the folded paper.
All the officials in the court knew that His Majesty's temper had improved a lot recently.
He stopped swearing and throwing things around; even his voice became gentler.
Everyone knew it was thanks to His Highness the Crown Prince, and they couldn't help but hope that the Empress would have many children and much happiness.
Everything is on track.
The tower grows taller, the seal is cleared, the guards train, and the woman waits for him.
Lin Chen withdrew his divine sense, closed his eyes, and continued cultivating.
The Yin-Yang Dao flowed slowly and steadily within his body.
Lin Chen's illusory figure stood in the center of his sea of consciousness, watching the two great paths intertwine, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
almost.
……
In the void outside the Tianyuan Great World.
A middle-aged man appeared out of nowhere.
Gray robe, gray hair, ordinary face, ordinary build—nothing about him stands out. If you threw him into a crowd, you wouldn't give him a second glance. No, not even the first.
He stood there, like a stone, like a speck of dust, like a part of the void that had always existed. If you didn't look specifically for him, you wouldn't even notice him.
He had been standing in the void for a very long time. So long that he himself had forgotten the time.
But his gaze never left that world.
His gaze pierced through the void, through layers of spatial folds, through chaotic currents, and landed on the Tianyuan Continent. Nothing could obstruct his vision; it was as transparent as glass.
His pupils contracted slightly.
The Tianyuan Continent still exists.
But it was already in a state of disrepair.
The will of heaven and earth is decaying—like a machine that has been running for billions of years, its parts are worn out, its program is malfunctioning, and it's leaking air everywhere. Spiritual energy is depleted—like an orange that's been squeezed dry, its peel wrinkled and all the juice gone. The laws are in chaos—the once orderly rules of heaven and earth are now a complete mess; it doesn't rain where it should, and the sun doesn't shine where it should.
It's like an old tree, its roots rotten, its trunk hollow, its leaves fallen, yet it still holds on, not yet fallen. No one knows what's keeping it afloat—perhaps inertia, perhaps stubbornness.
The middle-aged man's lips twitched slightly.
"interesting."
He murmured to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.
"A world on the verge of destruction still has a cultivator at the peak of the True Monarch realm."
His gaze lingered on Lü Bu, who was breaking the seal in the Southern Wilderness.
Therefore, a True Monarch at the peak was just a slightly larger ant to him, yet he couldn't even see through Lü Bu's origins.
This piqued his interest.