Chapter 93: Ancestor Wuya
Dream-Making Expert
A roar shook the sky, and a colossal sword cleaved through the atmosphere.
A white-robed Daoist stood atop the giant sword, ethereal as an immortal, wrapped in sharp sword qi as he rode the sword in from beyond the starry sky.
“Is that Ancestor Wuya?”
“It really is Ancestor Wuya!”
“Ancestor Wuya has returned, having achieved the Nascent Soul!”
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Within the Immortal Academy, those who recognized the white-robed Daoist’s identity cried out in shock. All of them felt their spirits lift, gazing intently at Ancestor Wuya as he arrived on his sword.
They hoped he could turn the tide, teach Lin Qi a savage lesson, and rescue the Immortal Academy’s nine Golden Core Ancestors from dire straits.
After all, compared to Lin Qi, most of the Immortal Academy’s disciples still hoped that the ones flaunting their power in the sky right now would be the Academy’s nine Golden Cores.
“Ancestor Wuya?”
Lin Qi’s gaze was indifferent as he reached out and grabbed.
The ten-thousand-zhang golden body Dharma Form extended its right hand, moving mountains and overturning seas as it scooped the Immortal Academy’s nine Golden Cores up from deep beneath the earth.
The palm opened. The nine Golden Cores, hair disheveled and utterly wretched, collapsed into a sitting heap in the palm of the ten-thousand-zhang golden body Dharma Form.
“Hm?!”
Ancestor Wuya, surging with killing intent and fury as he broke through the atmosphere, saw the Immortal Academy’s nine Golden Cores sitting collapsed within the ten-thousand-zhang golden body Dharma Form.
His sword-riding flight — originally incomparably sharp, carrying the aura of a single sword strike beheading enemies ten thousand li away — could not help but slow.
“It seems I still have an old score to settle with Ancestor Wuya.”
“Then I’ll have a bout with him.”
“It should be quick.”
“The rest of you, be patient.”
Lin Qi’s tone was indifferent. The ten-thousand-zhang golden body Dharma Form’s palm instantly closed, gripping the nine Golden Cores in its hand.
The ten-thousand-zhang golden body Dharma Form suddenly opened its eyes. Its left hand shattered the void, rumbling through the atmosphere, transforming into a heaven-covering great hand seal that reached for Ancestor Wuya.
Crack!
The Star-Moon Ancestor and the others, gripped in the palm of the ten-thousand-zhang golden body Dharma Form, all roared in fury.
Being smashed into the earth like dead dogs earlier was already miserable enough.
And now they were being clenched in Lin Qi’s ten-thousand-zhang golden body Dharma Form’s hand.
Everyone could hear the sound of each other’s bones grinding together. The suffering was indescribable, yet they did not dare resist any longer, so they could only curse Ancestor Wuya.
“Jian Wuya, you’re fucking toxic.”
“You don’t come back early or late, but come back right now!”
“Jian Wuya, instead of continuing your secluded cultivation to break through to Nascent Soul, you ran back at a time like this.”
“Goddammit, do you think you’re the return of a king!”
“Hurry up and give Lin—”