Honghuang: I am the Chaos Pearl, and Hongjun is nothing.

Some of them even prepared heavy gifts, wanting to use these gifts to please Lin Yu. However, Lin Yu ignored the sincerity of these people. His eyes were always so indifferent and profound.

He did not show them any joy or disappointment, everything was as he expected. He continued walking on the street, every step was full of strength and confidence.

His back is like a towering mountain, always so tough and invincible.

Such a man has undoubtedly become a hero in everyone's heart and the object of their yearning. Although the cultivators in Xuanye City were enthusiastic, Lin Yu did not change his itinerary because of this.

He treated those cultivators who wanted to make friends with him with indifference, and even refused to accept their generous gifts.

He knew clearly that this was not his goal.

He chose to retire, found a quiet place to start practicing, and went all out to break through to the late Golden Immortal stage. He sat alone in a quiet room, closed his eyes and entered into meditation, his cultivation surging like a tide. There was no expression on his face, and he was like a Buddha statue, quiet and determined.

Every breath he takes carries a strong desire to practice, and every breath is a step towards a higher realm.

He is not afraid of fighting, he has proven himself strong in countless battles.

However, he knew very well that a truly strong person did not need to rely on fighting to prove himself, but rather had to be strong enough to protect himself and his loved ones.

Therefore, he chose to practice quietly. He wanted to use his own strength to protect his world, the Elf Queen and the Peony Fairy.

His determination was so strong that no one could shake it.

In a quiet corner of Xuan Ye City, Lin Yu's retreat and cultivation has lasted for a long time.

During this time, he did not bother Lan Ling again, and never set foot in Chen Mo Sect again. His life seemed to be isolated from the world, completely occupied by cultivation and self-improvement.

There was a deep and peaceful atmosphere in his room.

On the training platform, Lin Yu sat cross-legged, like a quiet sculpture. His breathing was even and slow, and there was a deep calmness between his brows.

In his body, powerful currents flowed like turbulent rivers, changing rapidly. He was completely focused on cultivation, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only him and his cultivation.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and every breath he took was like thunder, echoing throughout the room. This was the note of his practice, his passion for pursuing power. The only goal in his mind was to improve his own practice.

This goal was like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into his heart, guiding him to move forward. Silently, Lin Yu continued to practice, unwavering.

His figure became taller and more resilient in the aura of cultivation, as if he was not cultivating but challenging himself and fighting against fate.

A few days later, the silence of Lin Yu's retreat was broken.

Several figures dashing down from the sky, like shooting stars, attracted the attention of Xuanye City's immortal cultivators. Lan Ling and Chen Mo Sect's Luo Tianheng and others responded.

Their appearance was undoubtedly at the request of Lan Ling, to avenge him. Their arrival caused a stir. People came from all over, wanting to find out what was going on.

What they saw were two Golden Immortal cultivators, majestic and stern, like gods in the clouds, impossible to ignore.

In the center of Xuan Ye City, at the door of Lin Yu's training room, he stood quietly.

When his eyes fell on Lan Ling and Luo Tianheng, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was not a mockery, nor was it contempt, but a tolerance and calmness as if he was welcoming an old friend. His attitude shocked everyone.

Lin Yu's calmness and composure formed a sharp contrast with his magnificent cultivation, like a mirror, reflecting his inner calmness and strength.

At that moment, the immortal cultivators in Xuanye City seemed to be speechless. They could only look at Lin Yu in astonishment, looking at his self-assured expression and his indifferent smile.

Neither Lan Ling nor Luo Tianheng could shake Lin Yu's heart. Like a sword unsheathed, Lan Ling was the first to attack. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant. The next moment, he appeared in front of Lin Yu.

He waved his hands like two sharp swords, slashing at Lin Yu, his momentum was like a raging wave, the resentment of seeing Lin Yu as his father's enemy almost condensed into substance, slashing at Lin Yu...

His attack was fierce and violent, as if he wanted to kill Lin Yu with one sword.

However, Lin Yu's expression did not change. In his eyes, there was only calmness and a kind of deepness that was difficult to conceal. He did not retreat or avoid at all, and directly faced Lan Ling's attack. Every move he made was full of heavy power, and every move seemed to have the power of mountains, rivers and seas.

His attack was not noisy and violent, but like a landslide and rolling waves. That kind of primitive power was irresistible.

The battle unfolded in the air, with two figures flying in the clouds, interweaving the collision of power, making people palpitate. Every attack could cause the earth to shake, and every parry was like the earth and the sky were shaking. People could only watch from afar, their eyes were full of awe and shock.

They knew that this was a battle between the best, and they could only watch quietly from a distance, waiting for the result.

The situation was surging, and with the joining of Luo Tianheng, the scale and intensity of the battle immediately increased.

Luo Tianheng is a cultivator in the late Golden Immortal stage. His strength is enough to shake the heavens and the earth. The deterrent power of this power is so great that even all the cultivators present are deeply frightened.

However, facing the combined forces of the two powerful Golden Immortals, Lin Yu's expression remained unchanged, and even a stronger fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

His figure moved quickly in the air, as if condensing countless afterimages, each of which was filled with his will and strength.

These afterimages were like real bodies. Every time they appeared, they flashed by in an instant, avoiding the attacks of Lan Ling and Luo Tianheng.

Every step and every move of Lin Yu seemed so sharp and precise, like an irresistible force.

His attack was like a landslide and a split in the ground, causing the surrounding heaven and earth to tremble.

His attack seemed to be announcing to the world that he was the overlord of this world and he was the invincible god of war.

The cultivators looked at Lin Yu's figure in the sky, with shock and admiration showing on their faces.

What they saw was a true God of War, a God of War who was omnipotent, fearless, and invincible.