Fantasy: I Can Control the Script of My Life

As he fleeced the captured disciples one by one, Lin Yun couldn't hide the excitement in his heart. The Void Heavenly Palace was truly worthy of its name. The treasures here were endless. This was an absolute jackpot.

The disciples of the Crimson Ghost Sect, however, were all cowering in fear. No one else dared to approach. With a god of slaughter like Lin Yun present, who would be so foolish as to seek their own death? They weren't idiots; they knew that rushing up now would lead to nothing good.

Meanwhile, Ancestor Xuemi was still being held in check by the old monk Jingkong, unable to move. She could only watch, helpless, as her grand plan failed.

"Old monk, you would rather let this boy from the Beast Taming Sect have it all than let us take it, is that it?" she roared in fury.

Her rage was met only with the old monk's soft laugh. "Amitabha. Patron, do you still not understand? The karmic fate and opportunities were destined long ago. This old monk is merely acting in accordance with heaven's will. Otherwise, do you truly believe the Crimson Ghost Sect could have snuck into the Spirit Realm so silently?"

Seeing Jingkong's unshakable confidence, Ancestor Xuemi fell silent. So that was it. This old goat had calculated everything from the start, just waiting for this very day. Though she was furious, there was nothing she could do.

Lin Yun, having gathered the location of the opportunity from the Crimson Ghost Sect disciples, left with a smile.

The Void Heavenly Palace was much larger than he had imagined. The entrance was just a cave, surrounded by some unremarkable plants. But as he went deeper, the scenery began to change. The moment he emerged from the cave, a wide-open vista stretched out before him. It was a self-contained realm. He could even see many creatures here that he had never seen before.

"This place is like the most ancient of cultivation worlds. No wonder it holds so many treasures." Who would have thought that such a blessed grotto-heaven existed within the Spirit Realm? It was truly a surprise for Lin Yun.

At the very center of this small world stood an exceptionally magnificent palace. As Lin Yun approached it, he found that his own cultivation was being continuously compressed. By the time he fully entered the palace, his realm had been completely sealed.

What a powerful ward. It seems that anyone who enters this palace will have their cultivation sealed, Lin Yun thought, a thrill of excitement running through him. The reason he had rushed here was to be the first to snatch the Wuyang Jade. He knew he was no match for Ancestor Xuemi in a direct confrontation. But if everyone's cultivation was sealed inside this palace, then he was confident he could deal with anyone.

However, as he tried to approach the seal where the Wuyang Jade was kept, he felt a sudden sense of crisis.

The Chongqing Bird reminded him, "Boy, your cultivation is sealed now. Although your physical body is still powerful, there are surely other traps in this place." For the Wuyang Jade to be sealed in a place like this, the power of the great being who created it was evident. Lin Yun's physical strength was formidable, so he had little to fear on that front. But there were bound to be other trials. To rush in and be the first to test the waters was certainly not a wise move.

Lin Yun understood. The seal was here precisely to prevent future generations from taking the treasure so easily. If he could just waltz in and take the Wuyang Jade by himself, none of this would be happening.

Having figured this out, Lin Yun did not linger in the palace. Instead, he took the opportunity to leave and explore the outer world. Rootless Water, Gilded Gold Sand—these were heavenly materials and earthly treasures rarely seen in the outside world. But in this small realm, anything was possible.

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield outside, the scene was entirely different.

The Crimson Ghost Sect was in full retreat. They hadn't been able to hold on for long against the pincer attack from both within and without. But their plan had already succeeded.

Ancestor Xuemi and the old monk Jingkong had been locked in battle for a long time. Now, with the collapse of the main battlefront, more and more disciples from the righteous sects were pouring in. This was, naturally, a problem for Ancestor Xuemi.

But the most infuriating thing was that the Flowing Cloud Sect had backstabbed them. Seeing that the Crimson Ghost Sect's defeat was inevitable, they had immediately kicked them while they were down, leading a host of experts to charge to the very front. Even Gu Xiande himself had personally arrived.

The sudden turn of events left even Shangguan Wan dumbfounded. But she understood. The Flowing Cloud Sect's initial plan was likely to use the Crimson Ghost Sect to eliminate some of their enemies. Now that that plan had failed, they certainly weren't going to pass up such a golden opportunity. The treasures within that small world were things countless people dreamed of.

Gu Xiande was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, which was giving Ancestor Xuemi a major headache. But just then, she realized that Jingkong had stopped fighting.

"Old monk, what is the meaning of this?" she asked, looking at him with curiosity.

"Amitabha. This old monk has done all that he needed to do this time. The cause and effect of what happens next has nothing to do with me." After saying this, Jingkong looked at Ancestor Xuemi. "I hope you understand, Patron, that all of this was destined long ago. Some things cannot be changed."

After speaking these words, Jingkong simply left, leaving Ancestor Xuemi standing there, completely disheveled in the wind.

Is there something wrong with you? she thought, bewildered. You fought me here for so long, said all that, and now you're just walking away as if nothing happened?

But even at this point, Ancestor Xuemi felt incredibly helpless. What did it matter if she knew all this? She was still just being swept along by the tide of events.

This was clearly a critical moment for Gu Xiande to re-establish his might. Because of Lin Yun, his status and prestige had suffered a major decline. He naturally had to use this opportunity to solidify his position in the cultivation world once more. Performing well in this battle was his only option. And so, many could see Gu Xiande, who had been absent from the fighting before, making a rare appearance. His goal was, of course, to re-establish himself as a top figure in the cultivation world.

Watching Gu Xiande charge to the front, even Shangguan Wan felt a sense of irony. You were the one who put everyone in danger before, and now you want to be the savior. So you get to play both the villain and the hero, is that it? But being unhappy about it now was useless.

Gu Xiande's arrival on the battlefield instantly turned the tide. The Crimson Ghost Sect retreated step by step. Seeing that she could not stop them, Ancestor Xuemi had no choice but to lead her remaining disciples in a retreat into the Void Heavenly Palace. As for whether these righteous sects dared to follow, that was no longer her concern.

Soon, the large contingent of righteous sects arrived at the Void Heavenly Palace. But on the question of whether to enter, most of them were divided. After all, not only was the Crimson Ghost Sect inside, but so was Lin Yun.