Three days passed in the blink of an eye.



(At the Light Beam of Resurrection)

Usually, Ling Baiyu had an aloof and firm expression on her face, but now she was trying to find a hole in the ground.

She was blushing from embarrassment.

Despite this, her eyes never wavered from the light beam of resurrection before her.

She wanted to know what Lin Shu did after that. Also, what was the final outcome?

Su Qingyi, who stood by her side, couldn't help but sigh as she noticed Ling Baiyu's unblinking gaze.

"Even sister Ling has become like this."

At first, she was the only one who was so concerned, wanting to know the whereabouts of her own young master.



(Within the Light Beam of Resurrection)

Ling Baiyu led Saint Realm experts, and their figures appeared in the desolate land.

In front of them was a massive Bronze Gate.

This Bronze Gate, a heavenly treasure, had been built by channeling the spiritual Qi of many previous generations of Heavenly Emperors throughout their lives.

After the fifth generation Heavenly Emperor had failed to seal the Traces of Heaven in the past, this Bronze Gate was left behind.

Right now, Ling Baiyu and the others appeared here because they wanted to refine this Bronze Gate again.

After all, unless they had this Bronze Gate, they would have had almost no chance of sealing the Traces of Heaven.

Even after twenty years, the Bronze Gate emitted faint pressure.

Any living being approaching the Bronze Gate, including extraterrestrial devils, would be crushed instantly by it.

Ling Baiyu and many Saint Realm cultivators exchanged a few glances at the Bronze Gate before taking a step forward.

Coming closer to the Bronze Gate, Ling Baiyu bowed her head and paid respect to it.

"Senior, today I will ask you all to make a last stand for the Lingxuan Continent. Please help me."

In response to Ling Baiyu's words, the Bronze Gate before her began to flicker with silhouettes.

Even after the fifth-generation Heavenly Emperor and the others died, their souls had been fused to the Bronze Gate guarding it.

Swoosh!

Over a hundred heavenly treasures appeared in Ling Baiyu's hands.

In mid-air, she crushed all these heavenly treasures and earthly treasures to extract pure spiritual Qi from them.

This pure spiritual Qi enveloped the Bronze Gate, causing it to begin vibrating.

Boom!

Finally, the Bronze Gate suddenly took to the air and rushed towards the sky.

The Saint Realm cultivators above the Bronze Gate also began absorbing this pure spiritual qi.

In a short time, their strength was restored to its peak through the replenishment of pure spiritual Qi.



As they flew into the sky, the Bronze Gate also grew larger and larger.

After Ling Baiyu and the others stepped onto the Bronze Gate, their spiritual Qi was so powerful that they immediately rushed into the sky.



Ling Baiyu charged fearlessly toward the Traces of heaven in the sky while leading Saint realm powerhouses.

In the meantime, Lin Shu stood on a mountain peak on the ground below and gazed upward.

He was guarded by Lin Zhengyang and Qin Xiaowan, both looking solemn.

Lin Shu’s gaze was fixed on the sky for a long time before he suddenly got up.

Swoosh!

Quickly, he opened a scroll that was already half-painted, and he began painting the other half with his jade brush.

Lin Shu could outline a picture with just a few strokes when painting in the past.

Tick!

Tick!

While Lin Shu was about to finish the painting, blood started dripping from his nose.

A drop of red blood dripped down on the scroll before him. However, Lin Shu gently outlined it with the jade brush, causing it to take on an odd colour.

This time, Lin Shu worked all day on his painting.

On the other hand, there was a fierce exchange of blows above his head.

Still, Lin Shu wasn’t fazed by anything.

Even though the familiar aura in the sky was beginning to fade, his expression changed slightly, and his painting didn’t slow down.

Such a situation lasted nearly a whole day.

It wasn't until Lin Shu's face turned incomparably pale that he abruptly withdrew the jade brush.

He grabbed the scroll in front of him with one hand and yelled: "This picture is called the Trace of Heaven. ... Go and suppress the Traces of Heaven above my head."

Lin Shu's face was pale, and his body trembled, but his voice carried tremendous pressure.

Even more astonishing was the scroll he threw out of his hand.

This scroll floated out of his hand and suddenly unfolded in mid-air with a clatter.

In the scroll, the painting depicted the image of the Traces of Heaven in the sky.

After floating in the air, the painting disappeared into many tiny fragments.