Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

"Hasn't the Wilderness-Suppressing Hall appeared a few times before?" Lin Yun asked curiously.

Jingkong shook his head. "Those were merely the outer palaces of the Hall. They count for nothing. But even an outer palace was enough to cause the downfall of countless prodigies. If the true Wilderness-Suppressing Hall were to appear, what do you think would happen? Furthermore, if it were so easy for it to manifest, why would the Crimson Ghost Sect go to such lengths to snatch the keys?"

Jingkong then shared some more secret history.

After the apocalyptic battle at the Wilderness-Suppressing Hall, the cultivation world suffered grievous losses. Some ancient sects were left with a gap in their generations, the old dead and the new not yet ready. Some were even extinguished entirely. Because of this, everyone in the cultivation world learned of the Hall's danger. Even after fighting to such an extent, no one had emerged as the true victor of the Wilderness-Suppressing Hall. Thus, their only choice was to seal it away forever.

There were three keys. One was given to the Chen Clan Imperial Family, who represented the secular world at the time. Another was entrusted to the most powerful cultivator of that era, who was at their peak. As for the final key, it was sealed by the great powers of the cultivation world deep within the Spirit Realm, ensuring that no one could ever retrieve it. After all, the rules of the Spirit Realm forbade anyone above the Spirit Cauldron Realm from entering.

Who could have known that the Crimson Ghost Sect and the Flowing Cloud Sect would still find a loophole?

Lin Yun looked at Jingkong with surprise. "Senior, if that is the case, how did you get in here?"

Jingkong rubbed his nose, a bit embarrassed. "Because the spatial rift they used to sneak in… was created by this old monk."

Lin Yun was speechless. Now he finally understood what was meant by cause and effect. If it weren't for Jingkong, this whole mess might never have happened. But Lin Yun didn't dwell on the past. Given Jingkong's stature, he must have had his reasons for doing so.

"Senior, since things have already come to this, what should we do next? The Crimson Ghost Sect will certainly not give up on summoning the Wilderness-Suppressing Hall. Once they gather all three keys, the entire cultivation world will be plunged into a state of eternal damnation."

Jingkong nodded. "We can only do our best. I had thought that people from the Flowing Cloud Sect would come in to stop this, but it seems that group is also full of idiots." He sighed, as if changing the subject. "The technique I saw you use earlier, it should be the Azure Origin Sword Style, correct?"

Lin Yun's heart leaped with joy. The panel was right. Through this conversation, he had earned Jingkong's trust. "Senior has a discerning eye for talent. This junior was indeed using the Azure Origin Sword Style. It is a great pity, however, that I only possess an incomplete scroll."

"The Azure Origin Sword Style…" Jingkong sighed with emotion. "I was acquainted with its previous master. Unfortunately, he went missing in the Southern Frontier afterward. I suppose you could say I have a fated connection to it as well; perhaps this is the karmic tie between him and me. You can be considered half a disciple of his now, so I shall bestow a great opportunity upon you."

Jingkong patted Lin Yun's shoulder. "I know of a cave residence of his in the Southern Frontier. He used to spend much of his time there." A golden light shot from his finger into Lin Yun's mind. "If you truly cultivate to the point where you need the latter half of the manual, you might as well go there to search. You may be able to find the subsequent records of this sword style."

It was clear that Jingkong knew how difficult this technique was to cultivate. It was Lin Yun's exceptional talent that had given him this idea. But more importantly, Lin Yun's heart was pure, not full of the twists and turns of others.

"Many thanks, Senior!" Lin Yun hurriedly bowed.

"You don't need to thank me. It is as I said before: plant a cause in a past life, and reap the fruit in the next. Perhaps all of this was simply destined."

After speaking, Jingkong beckoned. A middle-aged man walked over. "Abbot Jingkong."

Jingkong nodded. "Fa Yuan. I have other matters to attend to, so I cannot protect you all any longer. The matter of the Myriad Evils Valley has been settled. You are to lead the disciples of the Adamantine Sect and work with Lin Yun to stop the Crimson Ghost Sect's plans."

Fa Yuan bowed his head. "This disciple will obey the Dharma decree."

Although Jingkong was leaving, Lin Yun did not lose heart. In truth, he had expected this. It was only a matter of time.

"Is there nothing this junior can do to help? This is a critical moment in the fight against the Crimson Ghost Sect. If Senior leaves now, how are we to face those stronger experts?" Lin Yun asked curiously.

Jingkong just smiled, his meaning understood without words. This old monk, who could see through the heavenly secrets, seemed to have known everything all along.

The Crimson Ghost Sect's plans in the Spirit Realm were thwarted one after another. The sects rescued by Lin Yun united and launched a counter-attack. For a time, they actually managed to suppress the momentum of the Crimson Ghost Sect.

At first, everyone thought that the Crimson Ghost Sect and their heretical allies would surely send in more experts to crush them. But that was not what happened. They seemed to be hindered by something else. This allowed the righteous sects of the Spirit Realm to push their counter-attack even more thoroughly.

By the time Lin Yun returned and found Xia Yijing, her group was on the verge of attacking the Crimson Ghost Sect's main lair.

"I can't believe you actually rescued them all," Xia Yijing said, looking at Lin Yun with disbelief. She never thought he would actually succeed.

"I can only explain the reasons later. But for now, we absolutely cannot win against the Crimson Ghost Sect." Lin Yun didn't understand. These people had clearly achieved a great victory. Why were they now thinking of challenging the main force of the Crimson Ghost Sect?

"Although we rescued many people, there are still quite a few who were captured by the Crimson Ghost Sect. We came here to save them," Xia Yijing explained. "I know what you're worried about. But according to them, the Crimson Ghost Sect is all bark and no bite. They don't have any true experts stationed here. After all, this is the Spirit Realm. The real masters can't get in, right?" she finished with a smile.

She and the others were just taking things for granted. But Lin Yun, who knew the truth, would never think that way.

"Have everyone pull back. I've already contacted my sect. I believe the elders at Nether Cave Mountain have already informed the various sect masters. A matter of this scale should be left to the major figures. All we small characters need to do is watch from the sidelines."

Although Xia Yijing didn't understand, she knew Lin Yun wouldn't joke about this. She immediately ordered her people to fall back.

But just as everyone was preparing to retreat, the Crimson Ghost Sect acted completely contrary to their usual behavior. Led by Zhao Teng, the Crimson Ghost Sect and four other evil sects dispatched several thousand disciples, surrounding them from all directions.

It seemed they were preparing to catch them all in one net.

When she heard this news, Xia Yijing's face turned deathly pale.