Chapter Twelve: The Real Opportunity

  What is water!

  The highest good is like water, benefiting all things without contention!

  Purification is water!

  Destruction is water!

  One Finger! One Palm! One Sword!

  In the stone room with water marks, Lin Huang received a finger, a palm, and a knife. His chest was pierced, his shoulder blades were crushed, and his fingers were cut off, but he laughed freely.

  "Good! Good! Good!" Lin Huang shouted three times, his eyes flashing with divine light. In the midst of opening and closing, he grasped the subtleties, quietly comprehending the Taoist intent that ravaged his body. With his body, he sensed it; with his spirit, he communicated with the spirits. Using the most brutal and shocking methods, he directly endured and grasped the divine way left behind by the ancient saints of Zhongnan Mountain.

  This approach is simply outrageous in Second Brother's eyes.

  "Is this guy crazy? Indeed, one cannot live without being a little mad."

  Second Master stared in shock, Lin Huang burst out laughing and stepped into the fire room. He endured three swords and one knife, but laughed even harder, the more painful it was, the faster he gained insight.

  "Is this the latest way of cultivation?" Second Brother was a bit restless, he could clearly feel that Lin Huang wasn't going crazy, but was using this method to cultivate with his body and mind, and the effect was much faster than when he was contemplating the Dao rhyme on the wall.

  "Whatever. Only a madman like him can play like this." Second Brother sighed, knowing that he couldn't learn such tactics himself. If he dared to try, he would be chopped into pieces in no time.

  Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Yin, Yang.

  Six stone rooms, the foundation of Zhongnan Daochang, if anyone else were to replace him, any one of these six stone rooms would be enough to make them slowly ponder and comprehend for thousands of years. But when it comes to Lin Huang, it's just so crude and direct, using his body to comprehend, using his spirit to communicate with the divine, after being hit by seventeen swords, nine fists, seven palms, six knives, and three fingers, he would sweep away the essence of the six stone rooms in an instant.

  Others cultivate by first imitating, then memorizing, and finally comprehending.

  But Lin Huang was tyrannical, using his body to forcefully remember, and his soul to sense.

  It's not that Second Master is too stupid, but rather Lin Huang has maximized his own saint-level advantages.

  One morning, this world, this road, everything is completely different.

  Otherwise, the words of saints would not be spread throughout the ten thousand realms, and all would be reduced to mere ants.

  "What a pity, the wall with the true god's handwriting on all six sides is the real treasure of this third secret library. What a pity." Lin Huang sighed, the injuries on his body slowly healed, his eyes gleamed like electricity, and he looked at the six stone rooms with some greed.

  He had already tried it, the wall with the true god's mark at that moment, cannot be moved casually, otherwise it would alarm the true god who is unknown to exist in which time and space.

  Although he yearned to fight the divine spirit, Lin Huang knew the gap between him and the divine spirit. Despite his craziness, Lin Huang was not foolish; with his six paths still unformed and lacking means, engaging in combat with the divine spirit would only lead to death, without even a chance for escape.

  So Lin Huang had to suppress the crazy idea in his heart, but as soon as he turned his mind around, "After accumulating for a long time, I finally became a saint, but how to walk the road ahead, no one can teach, only myself can ponder, if I can fight with the gods, maybe I can see the way forward, this opportunity, cannot be missed."

  With this idea in mind, Lin Huang's brain began to calculate frantically.

  "The divine spirit has retreated, although it is unknown which time and space it exists in, but obviously it cannot truly descend, at most it can only be a split body that descends."

  "Damn it, the contract signed by the Hundred Saints and the gods has not been passed down, and I don't even know what restrictions there are on the gods' actions."

  "If it's really God himself who has come down, then I'm done for."

  "Do you want to gamble?"

  Second Master stared blankly at Lin Huang, unsure why he had suddenly stopped and changed his expression, as if trapped in a difficult dilemma.

  "Gambling, why not gamble. Since my heart is moved, if I don't do it, how can my thoughts be conveyed, if my thoughts are not conveyed, how can I become a god. Ordinary people, busy with trivial matters, fearing life and death, in the end, it's just a handful of yellow earth. To enjoy eternal immortality, one must naturally endure the suffering that millions of people dare not endure, and do what they dare not do."

  "In the morning I hear the Way, in the evening I can die."

  "If I cannot do as I wish, why bother living?! What's the difference between me and a cow or horse?!"

  "To become a god, one must first fight against gods!"

  "Come, come, come! Today, I stake my life for the future!"

  Lin Ao's expression suddenly calmed down, and he smiled freely. With a flick of his finger, he removed all the seals from Er Shixiong's body. "Kid, if I were you, I'd start running now. The farther, the better."

  Second Master was stunned, looking at Lin Huang in confusion, but Lin Huang didn't have time to bother with him, carefully calculating.

  Plan before action.

  Lin Huang's eyes moved, his soul triggered, and in an instant, the Twelve Heavenly God Arrays of Zhongnan Mountain were fully activated. The light surged, and the twelve floating islands suddenly burst forth with brilliant light, radiating for thousands of miles.

  The Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation was instantly triggered, communicating with the Twelve Heavens.

  This so-called Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation is the ultimate divine formation laid down by the ancestors of the Zhongnan Mountains, communicating with the twelve major worlds. Once triggered, it immediately communicates with the twelve major worlds, and in an instant, the virtual images of the twelve major worlds descend, shaking the origin, forming earth, water, fire, wind, yin, yang, metal, wood, light, darkness, life, and death.

  The power of the twelve great worlds surged, communicating life and death, reversing yin and yang, instantly surrounding the entire Zhongnan Daochang. Such a transformation shocked heaven and earth, and the entire Zhongnan Prefecture could see a divine light rushing to the sky, with twelve rays of light dyeing the vast heavens.

  "The Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation has been activated. Come, follow me to capture Lin Huang, if we're late, we won't be able to get in." The Spring Autumn King guarding at the foot of the mountain shouted loudly and flashed his body, rushing into the Zhongnan Ancient Daoist Temple before the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation was fully activated.

  Heroic man grasped the Zhongnan divine sword, his eyes wide with shock, "What's going on? I haven't even activated the Twelve Heavenly God Arrays, how did this happen?! Could it be that Lin Huang triggered the ancestral restriction left by the ancestors?"

  A heroic man's mind flashed with all sorts of thoughts, and finally let out a mournful cry, "This is the end. Damn it! I must kill you!"

  The Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation was fully activated, and the elders at the Zhongnan Mountain in the White Jade Capital immediately sensed it. With a thought, they communicated with Xiong Renjie, "Xiong Renjie, what's happening? Why did you activate the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation?"

  "This seat needs an explanation!"

  "Someone has broken into the Twelfth Secret Vault, disciples are capturing him now, hurry, hurry!" Hong Renjie replied in a flustered tone, then resolutely cut off the mind connection with the various big shots, and shouted as he rushed into the Twelfth Secret Vault, "Bastard, I must kill you!"

  A big shot in the Zhongnan Mountains' Taoist sect snapped his fingers and snorted, "He's just a clown, I'll suppress him."

  As soon as the words fell, a sacred aura spread out for millions of miles. A gigantic hand suddenly appeared in the sky, spanning hundreds of miles, and instantly locked onto Lin Huang. With a slap of its palm...

  "Actually startled that person. Lin Huang is really ignorant of life and death." Spring Autumn King exclaimed, never thought that Lin Huang would actually startle that person into action, after being shocked, he then coldly laughed.

  The sudden change was like a rabbit rising and a magpie falling, but it happened in the blink of an eye. Lin Huang's face remained expressionless as his gaze pierced through the Twelve Heavenly Gods Array, looking up at the sky where a gigantic hand had suddenly appeared. A brilliant smile suddenly spread across the corner of his mouth.

  "That's all I can do. But it should be enough, right? So, let's get started."