Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

"I never expected these people to have been preparing here for so long."

Seeing the massive palace complex in the distance, built for a sacrifice, Duan Wuya remarked with a sigh. It was clear the Crimson Ghost Sect had arrived here long ago.

"Elder," Zhou Damao said, "everyone is trapped here now. We have to think of a way to help them."

Duan Wuya shook his head. This was not a matter to be rushed. After the incident in the Spirit Realm began, the various powers outside had debated for a long time before finally coming to a decision, dispatching this small group to enter and assess the situation. After confirming the danger, Duan Wuya had already sent a message back. At this moment, the most prudent course of action was to wait for reinforcements from the various sects.

Although Zhou Damao was anxious, he had to admit that Duan Wuya was right. The Crimson Ghost Sect was powerful. If they rashly made an enemy of them now, they would only be putting themselves in grave danger. On the contrary, they needed to stabilize the situation.

And so, two days passed.

By now, many of the people with Lin Yun had begun to complain.

"I'm starting to think An Shenyu wasn't wrong before."

"If we had tried to break through, we might have succeeded."

"Staying here is just waiting to die."

Lin Yun offered no explanation for such comments. Those who trusted him would not speak this way.

Just then, the Crimson Ghost Sect made their move. After two days of standoff, they believed the morale on Lin Yun's side must be low. The one leading the attack this time was one of the Crimson Ghost Sect's Four Great Ghost Kings: the White-Haired Ghost, Fang Zhou.

When Fang Zhou appeared on the battlefield, he sneered. "Everyone says you're a clever boy. Strong, talented, you lack nothing. But in my eyes, you're just a fool. You clearly had a chance to resist, yet you made everyone around you give up the fight. How will you deal with us now?"

Fang Zhou mocked Lin Yun without hesitation.

Several people beside Lin Yun were about to retort, but he raised a hand to stop them. "This man is just trying to stir up internal conflict among us. Pay him no mind. Just do what you need to do."

He could see that the Crimson Ghost Sect's patience had worn thin. But what they needed to do now was respond calmly. As long as everyone did their job, they could stand in an invincible position here.

Sure enough, after hearing Fang Zhou's words, some of the disciples behind Lin Yun grew even more agitated. Some even began to think that Lin Yun was no different from An Shenyu. They believed he was only acting this way to make the Crimson Ghost Sect capture them through more "gentle" means.

It had to be said, Fang Zhou's methods were truly vicious.

But Lin Yun had seen through it all long ago. He aimed his God-Slaying Bow at the man.

"It doesn't matter what we're doing. At least we are still alive. If Your Excellency thinks I am a fool, why don't you charge forward and see for yourself? We can find out which is faster: you, or my arrow."

Lin Yun smiled, not treating the situation with any great concern.

Fang Zhou fell into a brief silence. This young man was clearly more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

"Still acting stubborn, even now," he finally said. "Since that's the case, allow me to send you all to the Western Heaven."

Fang Zhou waved his hand grandly.

Lin Yun, without the slightest hesitation, drew his bowstring to its fullest and aimed directly at Fang Zhou. An arrow shot forth.

It was incredibly fast, arriving in an instant. Fang Zhou's expression hardened, and he hastily raised his hands to block it. But just then, he saw the arrow suddenly explode.

A scorching heatwave engulfed an area with a radius of more than ten li. A massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky. And within that area, every disciple of the Crimson Ghost Sect was instantly vaporized into nothingness.

After firing that one arrow, Lin Yun was left panting for breath.

The disciples behind him were utterly dumbfounded.

Although Ye Qian and Kong Xuan had witnessed the power of the God-Slaying Bow before, seeing it again from such a close distance still left them in a state of disbelief. No matter how they thought about it, this was not the level of power a Sky-Soaring Realm disciple should possess.

"Is this Senior Brother Lin's true strength?"

"Even if a Myriad Law Realm elder were here, so what? They couldn't possibly withstand that one arrow!"

The crowd was filled with awe. Their previously restless hearts had been completely and forcefully suppressed. Lin Yun's one arrow had stunned them all into submission.

Although Fang Zhou was uninjured, the arrow had shaken him to the core. It was clear they had underestimated this young man. No wonder Jiang Qingshuang had lost to him. To be hit by something like that without any defense was tantamount to suicide. The only reason Jiang Qingshuang was still alive was because of her own immense strength.

"I need time to prepare. The rest is up to you. You must hold off the Crimson Ghost Sect," Lin Yun said, glancing at Xia Yijing and the others behind him.

In this situation, he was just one person. Although he hadn't used his full power for that arrow, it had still taken a toll on his strength. He didn't dare to shoot again and instead focused on recovering his power as quickly as possible. The Flowing Cloud Sect wanted to kill with a borrowed knife. It was possible they wouldn't spare him this time either. Though his panel showed nothing, Lin Yun didn't dare to relax his guard.

With that one arrow, the morale of his allies soared.

When the battle began anew, the situation was not as complicated as they had imagined. The enemy was strong, without a doubt. But Lin Yun's people also had their own formidable skills. As time passed, they defeated wave after wave of opponents.

But as the battle dragged on, no one could see any hope for the future. Just as they thought they would soon fall on the battlefield, a sudden change occurred.

From the distant sky, a stream of cyan light suddenly shot towards them.

The first to notice it was, naturally, Fang Zhou. He immediately sidestepped, dodging the sword strike. In the next moment, he saw a cloud of dust explode on the ground in the distance.

Fang Zhou frowned. From the power of that attack alone, he could tell it was from someone at the Myriad Law Realm. But in this small corner of the Spirit Realm, how could such a figure possibly appear?

"Who goes there?"

After only a moment, Fang Zhou knew: the people from Nether Cave Mountain had arrived. They had never intended to block them out completely, only to delay them for a while. Although they had arrived sooner than expected, their own plan was proceeding relatively smoothly. They just needed to buy a little more time, and everything would be complete.

When Duan Wuya appeared, Fang Zhou smiled.

"You really came. I thought all your people were dead."