Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

If they refuse to hand over the treasure, there’s only one way for them—death.

Watching the countless Rakshasa Sect followers charging forward, the young elites aboard the flying shuttle immediately panicked; after all, most of them had rarely been through such a bloody battle.

Many of the younger cultivators were so frightened, they abandoned the ship and ran.

But Lin Chang’sheng, on the other hand, stood firm without moving a muscle. He had just broken through to the Middle Stage of Void Refining and wanted to test his strength.

"Everyone, sit tight! We’re going to charge straight through the thunder zone and cross the river!"

Hou Yutian gave the order and immediately steered the flying shuttle forward at top speed.

More than ten of the cultivators who tried to hem them in directly fell before Hou Yutian’s sword, slain on the spot.

Watching the flying shuttle enter the thunder zone, the one-eyed man raised his hand to signal his men not to follow together.

If they went in like that, they’d be walking straight to their deaths.

"No need to chase them. Even if they don’t die in the thunder zone, Second Bro is holding the riverbank on the other side. Either way, they’re dead meat!"

The one-eyed man said smugly, confidence shining through his words.

It looked as if Hou Yutian and his group truly had no chance of survival.

"Boss, we’ve had a hell of a haul these last few days! We snatched six Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures, plus a stash of top grade alchemy items. This ten-years-a-cycle Celestial Pride List interval is far too long—if it happened every year, we’d be swimming in loot!"

The burly man beside the one-eyed leader roared with laughter.

"Every year? I wish it was every month—give it less than a century and we’d break into the ranks of seventh-class powers, maybe even sixth-class!"

Wang Yun thought gleefully to himself.

In recent days, they’d robbed the major sects, securing quite a bounty of immortal crystals and treasures.

Little did they realize, disaster was already looming over their heads.

Inside the Array.

Once the flying shuttle entered the Celestial Thunder Array, the entire sky became a swirl of lightning and thunder, with gales raging all around.

"Elder Hou, this is a Grand Array. If we keep flying straight, we’ll never make it out!"

Lin Chang’sheng immediately called out, recognizing the mystery of this array.

He’d studied arrays for years, and had a solid grasp of this one.

"Then how do we break the array?"

Hou Yutian asked at once. Although his cultivation was higher than Lin Chang’sheng’s, he knew far less about arrays.

Lin Chang’sheng gazed up at the thunder-laced sky.

"To break the array, we have to dash through the thunder region in the sky!"

As soon as Lin Chang’sheng spoke, all the disciples aboard the flying shuttle were shocked to their core.

The might of the Celestial Thunder was no joke — if you got struck, even if you didn’t die, you’d be gravely injured.

Compared to the Celestial Thunder Destruction Array in the Land of Evil, this array was nothing—Lin Chang’sheng spotted its flaw at a glance.

To break the array, not only could they not keep heading straight, they needed to go up and clash with the Celestial Thunder—only by punching through the Celestial Thunder Forbidden Area could they break free.

Some arrays are like this—the more dangerous the place, the closer you are to the exit.

The exit is often disguised as somewhere mortally dangerous to throw enemies off.

"This..."

Hearing Lin Chang’sheng’s words, Hou Yutian immediately hesitated.

Charging into the thunder zone—how was that any different from seeking death?

So Hou Yutian didn’t follow Lin Chang’sheng’s advice right away, choosing instead to speed ahead as fast as possible.

Too late—

Bolts of lightning cascaded from the sky, some crashing down near the shuttle, others smashing directly atop it.

The whole shuttle shuddered violently under the bombardment.

Luckily, the flying shuttle was a Great Spirit Treasure—sturdy to an extreme. If it were a normal magical artifact, the Celestial Thunder would have blasted it to dust in an instant.

Even so, when a bolt of Celestial Thunder hit a disciple, their body was instantly torn apart into a bloody mess.

The power of this Celestial Thunder, enhanced by the array, was terrifyingly immense.

BOOM, rumble—

As bolt after bolt of Celestial Thunder rained down, the young disciples atop the flying shuttle kept getting struck—some dying outright.

After flying for more than half an hour without reaching the far bank, Hou Yutian started to believe Lin Chang’sheng’s theory—moving straight ahead truly was no way out.

The only escape was to break through the thunder zone.

Otherwise, the Rakshasa River was only thirty li wide—at the shuttle’s speed, they should’ve rocketed across in a blink. Taking this long was impossible.

That meant they were trapped by the grand array.

"Everyone, brace yourselves—we’re blasting through the Celestial Thunder region!"

Hou Yutian shouted, then piloted the shuttle straight up into the thunder zone in the sky.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—

The closer they got to the thunder zone, the more frequently the Celestial Thunder struck.

Two disciples were unlucky enough to be hit and died instantly in the array.

"Watch out!"

Hou Yutian saw a bolt of Celestial Thunder shoot towards Hou Shaojie and instantly stepped forward, swatting it aside with a palm strike.

But he himself was unlucky—his arm was struck by the Celestial Thunder, turning the whole limb pitch-black under its power.

He was clearly injured.

In contrast, Lin Chang’sheng remained safe and sound—the Celestial Thunder seemed intent on avoiding him, not a single strike landing on his body.

Even if it did, it was nothing Lin Chang’sheng feared.

Because he already possessed the power of Celestial Thunder.

Crash—

The next instant, the flying shuttle finally broke through the Celestial Thunder Forbidden Area, shattered the array, and appeared on the other bank of the Rakshasa River.

Yet before Lin Chang’sheng and crew could catch their breath, a group of hundreds of Rakshasa River gang members immediately surrounded them again.

This was none other than the Rakshasa Sect’s second-in-command, Wang Tong.

"Well, well! I didn’t expect anyone to get out of the Celestial Thunder Array. But even so, don’t think you can escape from here."

Wang Tong sneered coldly. He was Wang Yun’s younger brother and cultivated to the Early Stage of Integration.

He kept watch over the far bank of the Rakshasa River.

Judging by their wounded state, Hou Yutian had already been struck by the Celestial Thunder—his strength had plummeted.

Even if their cultivation matched, slaying him would be as easy as flipping a hand.

The situation surprised Hou Yutian. He’d thought that breaking through the thunder zone meant freedom, but never guessed the Rakshasa Sect had men posted on the riverbank as well—it seemed getting out would be far harder than expected.

"If I can break a grand array, why would I be worried about you? If you want the treasure, try and take it yourself!"

Hou Yutian, unyielding even in the face of death.

He’d rather fight to the bitter end than hand over the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure.

"Still won’t cry till you see your own coffin? Kill them all!"

Wang Tong snapped, and hundreds of Rakshasa Sect thugs swarmed toward Lin Chang’sheng’s group.

Now Lin Chang’sheng didn’t wait any longer. Instantly, he erupted with primordial power and threw a punch.

ROAR—

The moment his fist flew out, the fist aura was fierce and peerless, with nine Divine Dragons winding about it.

BOOM—

A single punch blasted seven or eight Rakshasa Sect followers into oblivion.

"You little bastard, I’m going to kill you!"

When Wang Tong saw Lin Chang’sheng’s power unleashed, he was shocked and prepared to crush Lin Chang’sheng first.

But Hou Yutian blocked Lin Chang’sheng with his own body.

Even if he’d been hit by the Celestial Thunder, Hou Yutian was hardly helpless.

He was only injured, not powerless.

"Elder Hou, hang in there. As soon as we finish off the rest of the riffraff, we’ll come to help you!"

Lin Chang’sheng declared.

He wasn’t afraid of the thugs himself, but they threatened the lives of the younger disciples.

Best to cut them down first.

"Gods’ Destruction of the World!"

With a single palm strike from Lin Chang’sheng, golden light shimmered in the sky as if a colossal statue of a divine Buddha had appeared.

The Buddha brought down its palm, sweeping out millions of palm seals, obliterating everything in their path.

The force of this strike was overwhelming—seemingly enough to destroy the heavens themselves.

All of the Rakshasa Sect fighters ahead quaked with fear.

Not all of them had reached the Integration Stage like the second-in-command.

Most were at the Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation Stage.

This single palm from Lin Chang’sheng utterly cowed them.

"Hurry, run for your lives!"

A shout rang out, and immediately, all the Rakshasa Sect goons broke into a wild panic, scattering to escape.

But how could anyone outrun the falling palm strikes?

BOOM, rumble—

The next instant, ten thousand palm imprints crashed down, battering every Rakshasa Sect member in midair to the ground.

With that one strike, over a hundred Rakshasa Sect cultivators were destroyed in a flash.

The ones not killed outright were smashed to earth, mortally wounded and out of the fight.

In barely a moment, only Wang Tong himself remained standing.

Even Hou Yutian was shocked by this display, never dreaming Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation would be so terrifying.

Hou Shaojie may have already witnessed Lin Chang’sheng’s strength, so he showed far less astonishment now.

Lin Chang’sheng was already able to defeat him at the Early Stage of Void Refining; now that he was at the Middle Stage, Hou Shaojie knew he was no match anymore.

Such power in a single palm—Hou Shaojie had already braced himself for it.

"You little monster, I’m going to kill you!"

Seeing this, Wang Tong roared in fury, determined to crush Lin Chang’sheng. This kid had slaughtered his sect members like pigs at the butcher—he was enraged beyond belief.

But how could Lin Chang’sheng be so easily slain?