Wu dong Qian Kun: I, Lin Langtian, Refuse to be a Supporting Character Chapter 210: The Crimson Bone Wings

Earth Martial Sect!

Gazing at the distant ruins, Lin Langtian's eyes sparkled. If he rembered correctly, in his original tiline, one of the ancient inheritances he gained in the treasure realm was from the Earth Martial Sect. It seed that he and the Earth Martial Sect were indeed fated.

With that thought, Lin Langtian made no further delay, setting off with Mo Ying and the Golden Crow toward the ruins. After about half an hour of crossing nurous floating islands, they slowed as they neared a unique island in the distance. The island was flat, resembling a vast open plaza rather than rugged terrain. At the center of this massive plaza stood a stone hall, radiating an aura of ancient and solemn grandeur.

Scattered throughout the expansive plaza were tall stone pillars marked by deep grooves from weapons, punches, and kicks—clear signs of the Earth Martial Sect's martial legacy.

As Lin Langtian and Mo Ying drew closer, they noticed other warriors had already gathered around the stone hall. These were clearly powerful dynasties and formidable warriors who had ventured deep into the treasure realm.

Their arrival drew many watchful glances, and upon recognizing Lin Langtian, several murmured in awe.

"It's him, Lin Langtian, the leader of the Fla Alliance!"

"Word is he killed Tian Zhen—a serious figure!"

Unfazed by the whispers, Lin Langtian cast an indifferent look over the stone hall and the plaza. Amid the scattered individuals were three main groups, each led by a warrior at the Second Nirvana Level, who eyed Lin Langtian warily, surprised to see the newly risen ruler of the northwest region.

Indeed, after defeating Tian Zhen, Lin Langtian had claid a place among the northwest's powerhouses, even rising to be one of the four lords of the region.

"Langtian, sothing powerful lies beneath this plaza," Aunt Ling's voice echoed subtly in his mind.

Hearing this, Lin Langtian's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the cracked, weathered floor. Just as he was about to ask her more, a sudden, intense tremor radiated from below.

Boom!

In a split second, the plaza shook violently. In front of the stone hall, the ground ruptured, and a massive crimson shadow burst out like lightning.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The crimson figure shot upward, slamming three Second Nirvana Level warriors into the air, sending them crashing back to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

As the dust settled, the looming figure took shape, a primordial and fearso presence revealed to all.

A massive beast, several dozen ters in length, appeared before the crowd. Its body was a deep crimson etched with strange markings. But what stood out most was its colossal wings, like a canopy of flowing lava glowing faintly red.

The creature's wings stretched protectively over the stone hall as it stood like a guardian, emanating waves of violent energy that rippled through the crowd.

"A Primal Crimson Eagle!"

Shouts of recognition filled the plaza. Lin Langtian's expression shifted slightly upon hearing the na. He had heard tales of this ancient beast—a creature more ferocious than even many royal bloodline beasts today.

As Lin Langtian observed, he noticed the beast's eyes were dull and lifeless, exuding a faint aura of decay.

"This Primal Crimson Eagle has long been dead," Aunt Ling murmured, "but a fragnt of its will remains, binding it to protect this sect."

"So it's dead…" Lin Langtian murmured, feeling a sense of relief. At its peak, a Primal Crimson Eagle would have surpassed the Nirvana Realm. If it still had even a hint of life, he would have had no choice but to flee.

Luckily, the passage of ti had drained its energy, leaving only a fragnt of its spirit, unable to restore it to its forr strength.

"Hmph, this Primal Crimson Eagle is lifeless. It might still have so resistance left, but it's nothing we can't handle," scoffed one of the Second Nirvana Level warriors, who clearly sensed its weakened state.

"Let's work together to take down the Primal Crimson Eagle and open the Earth Martial Sect ruins!" another Second Nirvana Level warrior called out.

Hearing this, the surrounding warriors grew eager. The Earth Martial Sect ruins were a powerful temptation.

"Langtian, this Primal Crimson Eagle could actually be of use to you," Aunt Ling's voice sounded in his mind once more.

"So ti ago, you acquired a martial art called Ape Transformation, but it was flawed, so I stopped you from practicing it," she continued. "Recently, I've refined it, turning it into sothing new. Originally, Ape Transformation was a technique for channeling beast-like powers temporarily. I modified it to allow you to extract and refine the body parts of specific beasts, gaining their abilities directly without the side effects of beast blood, and without ti limits."

"This Primal Crimson Eagle is long dead, but its bone wings are still intact. If you refine them, you could gain a pair of beast wings—making even high-level Nirvana warriors unable to catch up to you."

A glint of excitent flashed in Lin Langtian's eyes. Aunt Ling's idea reminded him of a legend from Dou Qi Continent involving the Demon Phoenix Bone Wings. Although there were no flight techniques in the Tianxuan Continent, this thod seed similar.

Without hesitation, Lin Langtian nodded. Then, under the astonished gazes of those gathered, he ascended into the air above the Primal Crimson Eagle.

"This Primal Crimson Eagle is mine to handle," he declared calmly.

(End of Chapter)

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