Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character

Chapter 130: The Desolate Heaven Destroying Palm!

"The Desolate Heaven Destroying Palm… What a powerful name!" Lin Langtian muttered softly, astonished as he gazed at the gigantic, blackened hand that seemed to loom over everything with an unstoppable force.

In the Great Thousand Worlds, although no one had ever truly seen a "god," the term still embodied something immensely powerful and terrifying. Yet this technique dared to call itself the "Desolate Heaven Destroying Palm," promising power worthy of the name. Such a technique was beyond even the creation-level martial skills—it was indeed a Spirit Martial Technique.

Looking closely, Lin Langtian noticed intricate symbols embedded within the hand's markings. They seemed to carry an ancient energy, one that even the most formidable Nirvana Realm warriors would find insurmountable.

"The traces of these markings still linger… With my current strength, just touching one of them might shatter me into pieces," he realized, noting the markings' ancient, dangerous aura.

But just then, something came to mind. With a thought, Lin Langtian summoned the Golden Spirit Wheel Mirror's power. His dantian radiated a faint black-gold light, wrapping around the palm's markings.

With a series of muffled explosions, the seemingly indestructible markings on the giant black hand began to crumble under the black-gold light, one by one. Within minutes, they had completely vanished, and the enormous hand started shifting, the black light receding to reveal a phantom-like ancient book. The book flew toward Lin Langtian, phasing directly into his forehead and sinking into his mind.

The instant the book entered him, a torrent of information exploded within his consciousness. A succession of moves, each unimaginably powerful, flashed through his mind like bursts of light. Along with these moves came a wealth of ancient cultivation insights, generously left behind by those ancient masters who had once practiced these techniques.

This was a complete martial inheritance. Not only did it grant the technique itself, but also the invaluable experience of previous masters, making it a true treasure trove.

Lin Langtian sat cross-legged in the void, black-gold light faintly radiating from his dantian, swirling around him like an aura of energy. Just beyond him, in another isolated corner of the void, a white-robed figure—Lin Dong—sat in similar stillness, also immersed in receiving a profound inheritance.

Meanwhile, back in the plaza surrounding the Creation Martial Stele, countless onlookers fixed their eyes on the ten figures seated on the platform. Half an hour had passed since the steles began to glow, and none of the seated figures had moved an inch.

"Already, two eighth-grade martial techniques and six ninth-grade martial techniques have emerged!" Someone exclaimed with envy as they watched the glowing pillars on the platform.

An eighth- or ninth-grade technique was rare even among the Four Great Clans, and now six ninth-grade techniques had appeared at once. The sheer number had everyone's heart racing with desire.

"It's incredible, but there's still no sign of any creation-level martial techniques!"

"Relax, there are still two people left—Lin Langtian, the top genius of the Lin Clan, known for his unparalleled talent. He might just be able to secure a creation-level technique," someone whispered.

"Yes, and that Lin Dong, even if he's just from a branch family of the Lin Clan, is already showing strength beyond the younger generation of the other three clans."

"The Lin Clan has two top-tier talents… They're bound to rise."

With each of the other participants already concluding their inheritance, everyone's attention shifted to the only two remaining: Lin Langtian and Lin Dong. Watching the Lin Clan's extraordinary fortune unfold, the crowd couldn't help but feel both admiration and envy.

In the Lin Clan's section of the plaza, elders like Lin Luo straightened in pride, eagerly watching the two youths on the platform. Lin Langtian had already earned a legendary reputation within the Lin Clan, unparalleled for generations. To many in the clan, he was a once-in-a-century genius, if not more.

As for Lin Dong, he too had shown remarkable talent. With Lin Langtian even speaking highly of him, the elders were curious—just how much of Langtian's brilliance did this branch family talent possess?

Suddenly, the massive Creation Martial Stele trembled, emitting a powerful wave that jolted everyone's attention. The crowd, which had grown somewhat drowsy, instantly perked up, their gazes locked onto the stele.

The tremors intensified, building up like waves crashing on the shore. At last, they roared like thunder across the heavens and earth. Amid the awe-filled gazes of the onlookers, a dark aura erupted from the Creation Martial Stele, surging into the sky before spreading out in all directions.

It shrouded the heavens and earth in an all-encompassing darkness, as though forming a massive prison that trapped the entire world within its confines.

The terrifying sight left everyone's faces pale with shock. Such a phenomenon could only come from a creation-level martial technique!

But when they searched for the source, they were stunned to discover it was coming from… Lin Dong!

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