Chapter 25: Heaven Bestowment Ring

As a wave of intensity washed over Lin Yang's countenance, his brows furrowed and his lips set into a determined line. It was clear that the gravity of the situation had reached its peak. Suddenly, from the depths of nothingness, a magnificent gate-shaped ring emerged, each facet bathed in an enthralling array of hues.

Lin Yang focused intently as his solemn expression foretold the momentous event. The Heaven Bestowment Ring, pulsating with the domain's deepest laws, hovered enigmatic and luminescent before him.

It began to spin, a celestial carousel whirling faster and faster, from its eye sprang forth myriad colored rays. They swirled, condensed, mimicking Lin Yang's stature — a twin in light.

This radiant doppelgänger edged closer, and Lin Yang readied himself.

With a surge of strength, the two beings moved as one, their shapes blurring and then merging seamlessly. The multicolored rays from the ring swirled and danced around them, blending their essences into a singular, radiant being suffused with the law energy of the domain.

As they merged, intricate symbols and ancient runes began to materialize from the void, swirling and weaving around Lin Yang's body. Each symbol glowed with a resplendent light, carrying the power of the myriad laws. The symbols pulsed and shimmered before melding into Lin Yang's form, infusing him with their knowledge and might.

Behind him, a yin and yang diagram materialized, its lines shimmering with a harmonious balance of opposing forces. It radiated a profound sense of unity and equilibrium, serving as a testament to the intricate balance within Lin Yang's own being.

The diagram then fragmented into countless smaller runes, each one brimming with its own unique significance. One by one, these runes flowed into every inch of Lin Yang's body and soul, merging seamlessly with his essence.

As the last rune merged with his being, a transcendent glow enveloped Lin Yang.

In that moment, Lin Yang felt an indescribable connection to the universe, a bridge between the mortal realm and the infinite expanse of the heavens.

Lin Yang's eyes were like ancient stars, shining brightly, and swept away the gloominess of this period of time. An indescribable carefree feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart. He stood up, and couldn't help but want to let out a long roar.

He forcefully suppressed this impulse as his heart surged. At this moment, he finally threw off the label of trash.

With such aptitude, As long as he practiced diligently, it was only a matter of time before he recovered his peak cultivation. He could even go further and take the crucial step that he had never taken in his previous life.

He calmed himself down and looked around. Finally, his gaze landed on the cauldron in the middle of the room. A hint of reluctance appeared in his eyes. With his current cultivation level, he couldn't open the cauldron and concoct pills.

He could only temporarily place the pill furnace here!

Lin Yang put away the trace of pity in his heart and rushed towards the exit.

Inside the ancient temple, the smell of blood filled the air. Outside this ancient temple, numerous red-scaled crocodiles were lying coldly on the rocks. These overlords of the swamp had already lost their vitality. The swamp was in a mess. Clearly, it had just experienced an extremely tragic battle.

Outside the ancient temple, two groups of people stood at an impasse, their collective tension heavy in the air. One group, headed by a formidable figure adorned in a flowing green robe, commanded attention with his overpowering presence and enigmatic aura. A mere glance at him was all it took to discern that he was not one to be underestimated or easily dealt with. His countenance was clouded with a deep-seated fury, as anger brewed within his heart. Time had slipped away, leaving him one step behind, and he had missed his chance to enter the fabled underground palace.

In the blink of an eye, the cicada had eluded his grasp, leaving even the hunter, the oriole, and the mantis bewildered by the swift turn of events.

Initially, he had intended to dispatch Lin Yun and his companions to painstakingly study the intricate mechanism guarding the entrance. However, just as he was poised to eradicate them, the Lin family had arrived, swooping in and saving Lin Yun's group from certain demise.

On the opposing side, the sons of the Lin family stood resolutely, emanating an air of defiance. At the forefront stood a cold and handsome young man, exuding an almost ethereal charm with his sharply sculpted eyebrows and piercing eyes. Crowned with a regal purple headdress, his presence exuded an extraordinary sense of nobility and power.

To his left stood Lin Yun, the Sixth Young Master of the Lin family, fixing a malevolent gaze upon the green-robed man. The unmistakable flames of his hatred burned within his eyes, fuelled by the near brush with death. The timely arrival of the Lin family had saved him from the clutches of his would-be killer, preventing him from procuring the valuable secret.

Yet, his gaze occasionally shifted towards his brothers, casting a somber shadow upon his face. It was evident that his every move did not escape their watchful eyes.

To the right stood Lin Shu, the Eldest Young Master of the Lin family, adopting an unusual air of composure. For reasons unbeknownst to others, he assumed the position usually occupied by the Seventh Young Master, Lin Ming, electing to linger in the background willingly.

In the rear stood Lin Han, the Fifth Young Master, his eyes brimming with a subtle derision as they flitted across Lin Yun's figure. However, he concealed this mockery from prying eyes, ensuring it went unnoticed by the others.

"Seventh Young Master, do you truly intend to make my path more arduous?" The green-robed man's voice dripped with indifference as he addressed the Lin family.

A fleeting flicker of anger flashed across Lin Ming's eyes. In truth, he had already discerned the intricacies of the situation when Lin Yun had taken action. The strange movements of his own brothers had not slipped past his sharp perception.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

He was the cunning oriole, envisioning himself as the rightful possessor of Lin Yang's well-guarded secret. The brothers were nothing more than mere puppets, manipulated strategically within the palms of his hands.

And his ultimate objective remained unwavering—to unearth the enigma behind Lin Yang's secret, no matter the cost.

Although unaware of the exact nature of Lin Yang's secret, an instinctual feeling deep within him conveyed its profound importance. He had meticulously prepared for this very moment, knowing that it held the key to his aspirations.

However, as the saying goes, "the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry." The meddling of the Ning family had thrown a wrench into the works, and at this point, the situation had spiraled beyond his control.

Nevertheless, the more chaotic it became, the more resolute he grew. He couldn't afford to give up now.

Word had spread that before his demise, Lin Zhan had concealed a cache of medicinal pills, intended exclusively for his son, Lin Yang.

Since Lin Zhan's passing, he had carefully monitored Lin Yang's every move, hoping to discover clues that would lead him to the treasures left behind.

It seemed that this journey undertaken by Lin Yang was in search of these medicinal pills!

A glint of determination flickered in Lin Ming's eyes as he lifted his head. Fixing a piercing gaze upon the green-robed man, he spoke with unwavering resolve. "Third Deacon Ning, your audacity knows no bounds. Not only have you injured the disciples of my Lin family on our own territory, but you have also twisted the truth. Do you believe for a moment that my Lin family can be easily bullied? If Third Deacon Ning refuses to disclose the truth today, I'm afraid the eight hundred disciples of the Lin family will not rest until justice is served!"

In that instant, the surrounding forest rustled with movement. Emerging from its depths, one martial artist after another, clad in imposing attire, revealed themselves.

The green-robed man's brows furrowed, his countenance growing darker by the moment. Though confident in his ability to defeat the Lin family's experts, he understood the adage that a strong dragon cannot prevail against a snake in its own lair. Provoking the Lin family's experts would likely yield no benefit, only unforeseen consequences.

This, after all, was the territory of the Lin family