lovenovelstory Chapter 582 The Power of All Beings
Chapter 582 The Power of All Beings
The atmosphere in the main hall instantly became tense.
"While I was in seclusion, he lurked outside the void, watching me intently, ready to attack at any moment."
Everyone should prepare in advance; although it may be futile, it can at least minimize casualties and losses.
Zhang Yiyuan said in a deep voice, "Young Master, rest assured. The formation of Tianyuan City can be activated at any time."
Long Zaitian nodded: "The formation of Penglai Immortal Island is also one of them."
Jiang Xuan, Qingyunzi, Jianjunzi, and Master Xuanci all nodded in agreement.
The emperors of the four great dynasties, the ruler of the Demon Kingdom, the Flame Empress, and the ruler of the Golden Sand Kingdom all nodded in agreement.
Lin Chen nodded: "That's good."
After the parliamentary session ended, the various factions began to make their moves.
On the day Zhang Yiyuan returned to Tianyuan City, he summoned the craftsmen and set up a spot in the square in front of the city lord's mansion.
He stood in the middle of the square and drew a circle: "Right here, right in the middle, nobody is allowed to block it."
Long Zaitian returned to Penglai Immortal Island and personally drew the statue blueprints. He drew and revised the drawings, and it took seven days to finalize the design.
He held up the blueprints for the island's elders to see: "Doesn't it look like Young Master Lin?"
The elders looked at it for a long time and said it looked somewhat like him, but the chin was a little crooked.
Long Zaitian revised it for two more days, finally getting it to his satisfaction.
The first thing Jiang Xuan did upon returning to the Kunlun Domain was to search through the treasure vault and find a piece of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual jade.
He touched the jade surface and said, "Use this carving; the best material for the best person."
Qingyunzi returned to the Qingyun Sect and summoned all the disciples to help move the materials.
The young disciples, carrying stones, ran breathlessly, while Qingyunzi stood at the mountain gate, waving his whisk and directing them:
"Slow down, slow down, don't fall!"
Sword Gentleman Returns to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion and Carves It Himself.
The sculpted Lin Chen has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword, exuding a majestic aura.
He put away his carving knife, examined it for a long time, and was very satisfied with his masterpiece, although it looked rather sword-like.
After the statue was completed, Abbot Xuanci led all the monks of Mount Sumeru in chanting sutras for three days, saying that he wanted to consecrate the statue.
It's just that Lin Chen's statue looks rather Buddhist.
The four major dynasties of Zhongzhou were also busy with their own affairs.
The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty chose the location right in the middle of the East Gate.
The emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty erected a statue in the square in front of the palace.
The Qin emperor stood directly on the open ground in the very center of the military camp.
The emperor of the Shang Dynasty chose the most bustling intersection on the main street.
The King of Ten Thousand Demons went even further, ordering the erection of a hundred-zhang-tall statue at the palace gate, a height even greater than the palace itself.
The Flame Empress passed by and saw it, her lips twitching slightly: "Are you going to erect a statue or a city wall?"
The Demon King declared confidently, "It'll be more noticeable if it's taller!"
The Flame Empress shook her head and turned around to have the statue erected at the entrance of the main hall in the center of the Flame Palace.
Every day, the first thing he saw upon entering the court was Lin Chen's face.
The King of Jinsha erected the statue atop the highest sand dune in Jinsha City, making it visible from a distance of hundreds of miles.
In less than three months, statues of Lin Chen had been erected in more than 90% of the cities on the Tianyuan Continent.
The news caused an uproar across the entire mainland.
Some people said Lin Chen had gone mad, some said he had become arrogant, and some said he really thought he was a god.
In teahouses, storytellers pound their gavels and gossip; in restaurants, drinkers bang on tables and argue; even old men playing chess on the street have to debate this matter.
But despite the arguments and insults, most people chose silence and then opted to offer sacrifices.
Because Lin Chen is worth it.
He sealed the extraterrestrial passage, repelled extraterrestrial creatures, resisted the invasion of the Gray-Robed Emperor, built the Tower of Babel, and gave the people of the world a way to survive.
They remembered all those who had received Lin Chen's kindness, those whose lives he had saved, those cultivators who had made rapid progress through the Tower of Babel, and those ordinary people who were just trying to make a living.
Lin Chen felt those mental forces surging in from all directions like rivers, converging into his body and flowing into his sea of consciousness.
The Yin and Yang Principles flowed within his body, nourished by the mental energy, gradually perfecting themselves at a visible speed.
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Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The Dongshan Villa has been incredibly lively for the past three years.
Lin Nianjun married Zhang Yuanyi's granddaughter. On their wedding day, Zhang Yuanyi drank three jars of wine and had to be carried back by four disciples.
As Lin Nianjun led his bride into the hall, Lin Chen stood by and watched, and suddenly his nose stung with tears.
Liu Ruyan stood beside Lin Chen and held his hand, her palms sweaty.
"Why are you so nervous?" Lin Chen turned to look at her.
"What's wrong with me being a little nervous about my son's wedding?" Liu Ruyan's eyes were red, but her face was full of smiles.
Lin Nianbei married the daughter of an elder from Penglai Immortal Island. The girl was lively and cheerful, and her swordsmanship was on par with his.
On the day of the wedding, Long Zaitian personally came to congratulate them and presented them with a pair of coral trees, as red as two balls of fire.
Lin Nianbei held the bride's hand the whole time, which Lin Nianying laughed at for half an hour.
"Brother, is your hand glued on?"
Lin Nianbei rolled her eyes at her: "Is it any of your business?"
The other children also got married one after another; some married, some married into the family, and some were adopted by their husbands.
One by one, the Lin family children took another person's hand and walked into the hall.
The old lady sat in her armchair watching the prayer beads spin much slower than usual, but the smile on her lips never faded.
Su Wanqing finished embroidering a picture of a hundred children, with countless little babies huddled together.
She held the bandage up to her eyes for a long time, then turned to Lin Chen and said, "Look, doesn't it look like our home?"
Lin Chen leaned over for a look and said, "There are dozens less than in our family."
Su Wanqing rolled her eyes at him: "Keep talking nonsense."
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After everything was settled at home, Lin Chen returned to the Tower of Babel alone.
He stood at the base of the tower and looked up. The tower was so tall that he couldn't see the top.
Lin Chen took a deep breath and stepped inside. He didn't choose to take the teleportation array or tear through space, but instead walked up step by step.
With each step, his aura grew stronger; with each step, his path became more complete; with each step, his state of being became more stable.
By the time they reached the top of the tower, their aura had reached a critical point.
Lin Chen sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and focused his consciousness into his body.
The Yin Dao and Yang Dao flowed slowly within his body, almost reaching perfection, just one last bit away.
He emptied his mind and felt the power of those thoughts.
They surged in from all directions, like an endless tide.
There is gratitude, reverence, worship, and faith.
Each stream of mental energy is a tiny stream; countless streams converge into rivers, rivers into the sea, and the sea flows into his body.
The statues still stand in the squares of major cities.
Thousands of people come to worship every day.
There were elderly people and children, men and women.
Some kowtowed and offered incense, while others clasped their hands together and silently prayed.
Lin Chen sat atop the tower, feeling the Yin Dao and Yang Dao slowly flowing, becoming fuller and brighter.
A slight smile played on his lips as he secretly praised himself as a genius.
He can now say without reservation that he owes his success entirely to his intelligence and hard work.