Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character Chapter 127: Bold Seat Claim

The massive, blank Stele of Creation stood silently at the plaza's center, radiating an ancient aura that inspired awe and respect among the gathered crowd. This stone monunt seed almost alive, possessing a unique wisdom that made those who gazed upon it feel small and reverent.

Hovering above on his energy-ford eagle, Lin Langtian gradually slowed as he neared the Stele of Creation. He surveyed the scene below, noticing the array of powerful groups stationed around the monunt, with the most prominent and commanding presence coming from the Four Great Clans at the forefront.

"Lin Langtian is here," ca a murmur from below. All eyes turned to the highly regarded prodigy of the Great Yan Empire, whose arrival had already sparked waves of anticipation. After all, the Stele of Creation only provided ten seating mats for its legacies, and with Lin Langtian's prowess, his place was virtually guaranteed.

As the crowd shifted uncomfortably, Ling Yi's voice echoed in his mind. "Not a bad monunt. It's surprising a place this barren would preserve a legacy of such an ancient sect."

"Oh?" Lin Langtian raised an eyebrow. "You sense sothing special about this Stele of Creation?"

"It's fairly simple. This stele indeed contains a vast array of techniques. That ancient sect must have imprinted many martial arts within it. To 'comprehend' these arts simply ans reaching out to the stele to receive them. However, unlocking martial arts beyond the Creation level might be quite difficult. Achieving it will depend on individual luck," she said nonchalantly. "This stele likely ranks as a quasi-Heaven-tier spirit treasure on this continent, far surpassing your Crimson Fla Howling Sky Spear. There's a good chance it's developed a spirit of its own. If you secure a seat, try to communicate with that spirit. It could lead to unexpected benefits."

"A stele spirit…" Lin Langtian murmured, knowing that treasures at Earth-tier and above often developed self-awareness and even the ability to cultivate. Given that the Stele of Creation had been infused with energy for millennia within the ancient monunt realm, a spirit's existence was plausible. In his previous life, Lin Dong had connected with the stele's spirit and received the spiritual technique Great Desolate Sky Imprisoning Finger along with other rewards. If Lin Langtian wanted a martial art beyond the Creation level, he would need to communicate with the stele spirit as well.

With this in mind, he moved to the front of the crowd near the stele, taking his place among the Lin Clan's assembly.

As Lin Langtian strode across the plaza, his re presence was enough to cast a faint, yet imposing air of confidence over the crowd. Although the reborn Lin Langtian no longer flaunted his talent as openly as he once had, his innate pride and charisma were now even more profound, making the gathered 'young elites' fade into insignificance.

Among the Lin Clan mbers, Elder Lin Luo and the other elders turned to see him, their weathered faces lighting up with joy and pride at his approach. Although they had only seen him the day before, his energy now felt more potent, confirming what they already believed—that their Lin Clan was blessed with a truly extraordinary talent.

Lin Langtian greeted the elders and so of the juniors briefly before sitting down to await the stele's activation. Sensing his calm determination, the other Lin Clan mbers followed suit, falling silent as they, too, waited for the mont.

As the morning sun cast rays over the plaza, light filtered down onto the massive Stele of Creation. Even with his eyes closed, Lin Langtian couldn't help but overhear murmurs of Lin Dong's na nearby. While Lin Dong's reputation couldn't yet rival Lin Langtian's, his feats in the Great Desolate Province and his victory over the Wang Clan's Wang Yan had made him well-known in certain circles. Still, Lin Langtian had no intention of approaching Lin Dong in such a crowded setting. He would wait for a more private mont to discuss the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.

Suddenly, a radiant light from the stele shot upward like a pillar, forming a link between the Stele of Creation and the heavens. A deep, resonant sound reminiscent of an ancient bell rang out from the monunt, spreading throughout the surroundings and calming everyone's hearts.

At the stele's stirring, the plaza instantly grew more animated as gazes filled with envy and desire locked onto the glowing stone. Amidst this mounting anticipation, ten beams of light shot out from the stele and coalesced into ancient-looking mats on the ground.

The mats were the fabled seats of the Stele of Creation, and their appearance silenced the once-bustling plaza. Everyone's eyes turned red with desire as they realized the importance of these ten seats—their target had arrived.

Lin Langtian opened his eyes, staring intently at the ten mats that would grant access to the stele's legacy. Yet despite their arrival, no group or individual dared to move forward, as all knew that without sufficient strength, the mats would beco death traps instead.

The silence stretched only for a few minutes, broken when a tall, calm figure from the Lin Clan's foremost position rose and stepped forward. Lin Langtian's face remained impassive as he strode toward the mats, one step at a ti. His gaze was fixed on the first mat as he reached it, settled into a cross-legged position, and announced coolly:

"I, Lin Langtian, claim this first mat. Any objections?"

The declaration fell into utter silence as no one dared challenge him. Even the strongest fighters, who eyed the seats with a mix of yearning and intimidation, held their tongues. Everyone understood that both Lin Langtian's power and the backing of the Lin Clan granted him this place without question.

After all, he was Lin Langtian—the Lin Clan's most gifted prodigy.

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