Chapter 4: Protect your lineage and remain immortal for ten thousand years!

  "One million years ago, the gods were in chaos and the mortal world collapsed. The Earth Emperor used the Five-Colored Divine Stone to repair the sky. After a myriad of years, the Heavenly Repair Pavilion was established. I am the descendant of the Heavenly Repair lineage, inheriting the legacy of the Earth Emperor, shining brightly for a million years. The secret art of repairing the heavens has been passed down only three times."

  Bu Kuorong remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard Lin Huang's words, and slowly opened his mouth like an old friend.

  "One million years ago, the Bǔ Tiān Gé was first established. A Blood Realm deity, strong and fierce, broke into the Daoist temple and stole the secret art of Bǔ Tiān. However, a hundred years later, my sect's founder entered the Blood Realm, waged war against the gods, and slaughtered three thousand million clans."

  "Sixty thousand years ago, the Holy Son of Heaven sneaked into the Taoist temple to steal the secret art of mending the sky. The second-generation ancestor pursued and killed him in the Three Thousand Realms, executing him under the throne of the Bright God."

  "One hundred thousand years ago, the Hundred Saints Revolution shook the heavens. The nine foreign saints besieged the Daoist temple, and the 150,000 disciples of the Heavenly Supplement Pavilion sacrificed themselves to prevent the Heavenly Supplement secret art from leaving the mortal realm by a single step. The three saints sounded in unison, causing the nine foreign saints to return to their graves."

  Bo Kuang Rong spoke slowly and laboriously, but every word was like a sharp knife, cutting through the air with a chilling killing intent.

  Lin Huang nodded solemnly, his tone becoming serious. "I've investigated and indeed it's as you said. But I still say that the Supplementing Heaven Pavilion is not what it used to be."

  Baokuang Rong's eyes suddenly opened wide, his divine light flashing like a sword, instantly cutting through the air, brushing past Lin Huang's ear and striking an old tree outside the main hall, cutting it off at the waist.

  Lin Huang's expression didn't change, "A million years ago, you had the first generation of divine spirits. Six hundred thousand years ago, you had three generations of divine spirits. One hundred thousand years ago, you had Three Saints and Nine Kings, what about now? Besides the fallen and unknown demigod Bu Tian Que, there's only you, this Upper House Marquis."

  "Just a moment ago, it was about to collapse. The Supplementing Heaven Pavilion has a history of millions of years, and every step is unyielding, fighting against the gods and fighting against heaven. Therefore, in the same million years, the three gods, seven saints, and nine kings all fell, and the protective divine artifact was destroyed. Now only you two or three little cats are left, unable to even set up the Protective Divine Array, being slaughtered at will."

  Lin Huang coldly laughed, "The reason why the Supplement Heaven Pavilion can still exist now is not because of your past glory, but because of the current era, which makes those who covet it unable to eat too much. It's also because they're still worried that Half-God Bu Tian hasn't died yet."

  "But I'm different. I don't care about these things. You have only two choices today, either live and give me the Tiān Tiān Mì Yì or die and give me the Tiān Tiān Mì Yì."

  Bu Kuang Rong stopped speaking and slowly stood up, walking towards Lin Huang.

  The first step forward, white hair turns black.

  The second step was taken, and the withered body began to swell.

  By the third step, Bu Kuang's old and withered appearance was gone, his entire body shining with a brilliant light, like a giant wearing golden armor, exuding an aura of murder, staring at Lin Huang.

  Lin Huang didn't say a word, he just stared at Bu Kuang Rong with an icy gaze, his pupils rotating and changing, the black iris disappearing, his pupils turning silver white, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, staring fixedly at Bu Kuang Rong.

  Bao Kuorong's fourth step couldn't be taken anymore.

  "You have already obtained the sacred position, why bother to come and fight." Bu Kuang Rong suddenly sighed, the light dissipated, and he transformed back into an old man with a bent back, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at Lin Huang.

  "Give me the Tian Xuan secret technique, otherwise, not a single chicken or dog will be left in the entire Dao field!" Lin Huang's words were flat and calm, without any ups and downs, but they made Bu Kuang Rong take a cold breath.

  Bokuko Ei knew that Lin Huang said was true, for someone who has already attained the status of a saint, it can be considered as a non-human existence, with a firm heart and mind, what he says is achievable.

  Bu Kuorong was deep in thought, Lin Huang wasn't in a hurry to take action, not because he still had mercy in his heart, but because the path he walked wasn't one of slaughter, otherwise, during the battle at the Desolate God Realm that day, more than one person would have died.

  "Not enough."

  After a long time, Bo Kuorong spat out two words from his mouth, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Lin Huang.

  "It's not enough if we're just lucky today!"

  Lin Huang lowered his head, he knew Bu Kuang Rong's meaning. Today you come to threaten me, I'll give the Bu Tian secret technique to you. But tomorrow if someone else comes to threaten me, shouldn't I also give the Bu Tian secret technique to him?

  So, this is not enough.

  "Give me the Secret of Supplementing Heaven, and when I become a god, I will ensure that your lineage of Supplementing Heaven is immortal for all eternity!"

  With one word and one pause, Lin Huang made a grand vow.

  Huangyuan cannot be recklessly distributed. If it can't be done, even if one becomes a god, their divine position will collapse. The condition given by Lin Huang is extremely sincere.

  Baokuo Rong's face was also filled with emotions, and he didn't expect Lin Huang to make such a grand vow. However, after thinking carefully, he shook his head, "This is not enough."

  Lin Ar looked at Bu Kuorong with a blank expression, without any anger, his tone was flat, "You speak."

  "For ten thousand years, no one has become a god."

  Baokuo Rong spat out eight words, the meaning was very clear, and Lin Huang also fell silent.

  For ten thousand years, countless ethnic groups have been competing with each other, and there have been countless arrogant people, yet no one has become a god. What makes you think you can become a god? If not becoming a god, then everything you say is nonsense.

  Lin Huang smiled and glanced at Bu Kuang Rong, nodding his head. "Alright. Give me the Tianbu Secret Art, and I'll ensure that the Tianbu lineage will be immortal for ten thousand years."

  When I become a god, I will ensure that you are granted a single strand of the heavenly rope, making you immortal for all eternity.

  Protect you for generations to come, forever immortal.

  Seemingly similar, but actually vastly different.

  The former has to wait until Lin Huang becomes a god to get the protection of all ages. The latter, although only getting Lin Huang's protection for ten thousand years, at least from now on, Bǔ Tiān Gé has a saint to protect it, which will be a great deterrent to those who want to attack Bǔ Tiān Gé.

  Now that all the gods have retreated and the hundred saints have returned to dust, the demigods of each tribe are also restricted by the Demigod Agreement from taking action lightly. The saints are currently the strongest forces in each tribe.

  Although in the long run, the former condition is naturally better.

  But for ten million years, no one has become a god.

  Baoguo Rong did not dare to gamble.

  Baokuo hesitated for a moment, knowing that this was probably the best condition Lin Huang could offer. Although he was still angry, after some thought, he could only sigh and say, "Alright."

  A weak and powerless person is bound to be bullied and oppressed by others.

  Bu Kuang Rong had actually known in his heart that this day would come, so when faced with Lin Huang's coercion, Bu Kuang Rong felt that he wasn't as angry as he had imagined, but instead had a sense of relief. At least from now on, he wouldn't have to worry about waking up one day to find the entire Bu Tian Ge being destroyed and his sect being annihilated.

  But there is still one problem.

  Bo Kuang hesitated for a moment before asking: "May I ask what is the revered name of the saint?"

  Lin Arong paused for a moment, looking at his smooth palm, and sighed softly after a long time, "Arong."

  "The desolate wilderness of heaven and earth."

  Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine, as if I had asked an absolutely forbidden question.

  This feeling was fleeting, and Bu Kuang Rong didn't pay much attention to it. He nodded slightly, but in his heart, he was racking his brains thinking about which of the recent saints with the name "Huang" had been born.

  "Could it be that you have only recently attained sainthood? But this wilderness, I don't know what kind of divine way you have attained."

  Bu Kuang Rong couldn't find the door, and didn't dare ask more questions. This time it seemed like Lin Huang was forcing his way in to take the Bu Tian Ge's Bu Tian secret technique by force, but Bu Kuang Rong knew clearly that this was actually a transaction.

  Lin Huang single-handedly preserved the Heavenly Supplement Sect for a thousand years, making it immortal.

  But the Secret Art of Supplementing Heaven is the price that the Pavilion of Supplementing Heaven has to pay.

  Bo Kuang Rong was clear in his mind, but Yu Xiao Meng and others were not. So Yu Xiao Meng and the group hid outside the door, staring at Lin Huang with a gaze that looked like they were looking at an enemy. If they weren't worried about being scolded by Bo Kuang Rong, they might have already prepared to rush in and beat Lin Huang up.

  Lin Huang was indifferent to the gaze of Xiao Meng and others, quietly waiting for Bu Kuang Rong to bring back the Bō Tiān secret technique.

  "I want the original, if you need a copy, then make one."

  Baokuo Rong was taken aback for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded slightly.

  The Bǔ Tiān Secret Art didn't have many words, and Bó Kū Róng quickly copied a copy. Lín Huāng bluntly took away the original Bǔ Tiān Secret Art, without saying much, turned around and left.

  Arriving at the door, he thought for a moment and said to Bu Kuorong: "Contact the Ministry of Justice and tell them that Lin Huangqiang robbed the Buxiantian secret technique."

  After finishing speaking, he snapped his fingers and left a soul mark on Yu Xiao Meng's body. With one step, he had already gone down the mountain.