Chapter 393: Could The Ancestral Land Contain The Life Core?

A sound like shattering glass seemed to echo across the island.

Many young men felt as if their hearts had broken. Such a beautiful flower, yet already taken—what a disappointment.

Their eyes fell on the man beside Ning Yiyi. He didn’t appear remarkable, but with their elders present, they kept their thoughts to themselves, unwilling to voice their discontent.

Meanwhile, Lin Moyu and Ning Yiyi were chatting in hushed tones—though it was mostly Ning Yiyi talking, her laughter ringing out, light and melodious.

More people continued to arrive. Luo Gaoxuan led the Chuangshen Institute’s team, consisting of Lin Mohan, Mo Yun, and a man.

Lin Mohan and Mo Yun were both stunning, but Lin Mohan stood out even more. She moved with effortless grace, exuding an intoxicating charm. Compared to Ning Yiyi, she was more mature, more captivating.

The moment she appeared, all eyes turned to her. She became the center of attention, the brightest star in the sky.

The man beside her was Fang Wu, the older brother of Fang Chao. His gaze never left Lin Mohan, his eyes filled with infatuation.

Lin Mohan and Mo Yun walked toward Lin Moyu.

Seeing Lin Mohan, Lin Moyu was surprised, “Sister, you’re entering the ancestral land too?”

As far as he knew, only those under level 70 were allowed entry. But Lin Mohan had clearly surpassed that threshold and completed her third class awakening.

Lin Mohan’s voice was soft and mesmerizing, “No one ever said exceeding level 70 meant you couldn’t go in.”

Lin Moyu thought for a moment. She was right—he had never actually heard of such a restriction.

Lin Mohan waved at Ning Yiyi, “Come here, let me take a look at you. Our Yiyi has become even more beautiful.”

Blushing, Ning Yiyi walked over.

Meanwhile, Mo Yun greeted Lin Moyu, “It’s been a while.”

Lin Moyu smiled, “Yeah, it has.”

The three women quickly fell into conversation, leaving Lin Moyu standing there, unable to get a word in. He simply remained quiet, watching in a daze.

Onlookers couldn’t help but wonder—who exactly was Lin Moyu? Why were these three stunning women drawn to him?

Just then, the ground trembled, and an entrance appeared before everyone.

A powerful aura, brimming with life force, surged outward.

The entrance resembled that of a secret realm, making many wonder—could the Chuangshi Institute’s ancestral land actually be one?

As Lin Moyu sensed the aura, his eyes narrowed, "The aura of the Genesis Scepter..."

His heart pounded, "Could it be...?"

A startling realization struck him—was the light within the ancestral land the Life Core? If so, then the Genesis Scepter could finally be complete.

As the entrance fully opened, excitement filled the air.

The chosen few, heirs of powerful families, wore expressions of confidence and pride. With limited slots available, only the most outstanding individuals had earned their place here.

The ancestral land’s aura intensified, and the entrance yawned wide.

Under Mo Xinghe’s guidance, everyone entered in an orderly manner.

The world around them shifted abruptly, as if they had been teleported. It felt like stepping into a secret realm—yet something was different.

Before their eyes stretched an endless expanse of lush grasslands and dense woodlands, brimming with life force.

In the distance, emerald mountains rolled across the horizon. According to their information, they needed to cross those distant peaks.

Suddenly, a young man spoke up, “Everyone, I’ll go ahead!”

A powerful gust of wind erupted around him, lifting him off the ground and propelling him toward the mountains. As he soared forward, he glanced back at Lin Mohan, clearly trying to show off.

Mo Yun cast him a brief glance, “His name is Lie Feng, from Hai City’s Lie Family. He’s a legendary rank class user, a level 56 Sacred Mage. Hai City’s Lie Family is of an Elemental Mage lineage, and they even have a God-level Mage among them.”

She furrowed her brows, “Strange… didn’t anyone in his family warn him? You can’t fly here.”

The moment she finished speaking, a startled cry rang out.

Lie Feng had barely ascended a few meters before plummeting straight down. To make matters worse, a bright green rabbit was directly beneath him.

Hidden in the grass, the rabbit had been nearly invisible—unless one looked closely.

Lin Moyu, with his formidable spirit and keen senses, saw everything clearly.

The rabbit was crushed instantly.

Yet, there was no gruesome scene—upon death, it transformed into a glowing ball of light that merged into Lie Feng’s body.

A faint, unique aura—practically imperceptible—appeared on him. Even Lie Feng himself didn’t notice it.

Lie Feng got up awkwardly, cursing, “What the hell is wrong with this place? You can’t even fly here.”

The inability to fly here wasn’t absolute suppression like during flight restriction. Instead, one could ascend briefly—about a dozen meters—before an invisible force slammed them back down.

Lin Moyu observed closely. When Lie Feng fell, the wind element around him hadn’t dissipated. He hadn’t been forcibly stripped of his ability to fly; rather, he simply couldn’t withstand the immense force of the ancestral land.

As a result, not only did he crash, but he also crushed a small rabbit beneath him—getting tainted with the unique aura.

Lin Moyu had no idea what would happen next.

But Mo Xinghe had made one thing clear: as long as they didn’t kill the creatures here, there would be no danger.

Conversely, if they did… well, that was another story.

He hadn’t explained further, but the implication was obvious.

Lin Mohan had also taken note of the situation. She lowered her voice, “Let’s stay away from him.”

She clearly knew something. Without a word, the group subtly distanced themselves from Lie Feng.

Just then, Fang Wu approached Lin Mohan, “Let’s go together.”

Lin Mohan shook her head, “No need. I’m going with Moyu.”

Moyu? Fang Wu’s gaze shifted to Lin Moyu. He didn’t recognize him.

Mo Yun stepped in, “This is Fang Wu. Level 61, legendary rank class user, Sacred Light Knight.”

As Mo Yun introduced him, Fang Wu puffed out his chest, looking proud.

As a level 61 legendary rank class user, he was undoubtedly one of the strongest among the 30 people who had entered the ancestral land.

Fang Wu’s attention remained mostly on Lin Mohan, his gaze rarely leaving her.

Lin Moyu simply nodded, “Sister, let’s go.”

Lin Mohan smiled gracefully, “Alright, let’s go.”

Without sparing Fang Wu another glance, the four of them walked toward the distant mountains.

Fang Wu’s expression flickered, but he said nothing. He headed for the mountains as well.

As they entered the woods, the crowd naturally dispersed.

Lin Mohan reminded them, “Watch your step. Don’t step on any animals.”

Ning Yiyi asked curiously, “Even tiny insects like ants?”

Lin Mohan replied, “It’s not strictly forbidden, but avoid it as much as possible.”

Lin Moyu’s brows furrowed, “Sister, does that mean we shouldn’t harm any life here?”

Lin Mohan nodded, “That’s right.”

Before setting off, the elders and instructors had warned them about the ancestral land—but perhaps not as thoroughly as Lin Mohan.

Even Mo Xinghe hadn’t mentioned this level of detail.

It was clear Lin Mohan knew more than expected.

Lin Moyu observed that soon after entering the woods, some had already been tainted by the unique aura—whether from stepping on tiny ants or insignificant little insects.

Lin Moyu’s spirit force spread out like ripples in water, meticulously scanning the ground.

Ning Yiyi, as a Night Stalker—legendary rank Assassin—moved with effortless grace, skillfully avoiding even the tiniest insects.

Lin Mohan had no trouble either.

Only Mo Yun struggled. Despite her caution, she found it difficult to adjust.

At one point, she was about to step down when she suddenly noticed a minuscule insect beneath her foot—no bigger than a tenth of a fingernail, its green body camouflaged perfectly with the grass.

By the time she realized, it was already too late.

Lin Moyu reacted instantly, grabbing her at the last moment.

Mo Yun shifted her weight, landing lightly on her toes and narrowly avoiding the insect.

Meanwhile, the rest of the participants had gradually scattered throughout the forest.

By now, almost everyone had been tainted with that strange aura—except for Lin Moyu’s group of four, who remained untainted through extreme caution.

Suddenly, low shouts echoed in the distance, followed by ripples of skill energy. A series of rumbles and bursts of light shook the air.

A snake had lunged at one of the participants—only to be slain instead.

Ning Yiyi tilted her head curiously, “Why haven’t the animals attacked us?”

Lin Mohan calmly explained, “Because our aura remains pure. The creatures here despise chaotic auras.”

This was precisely why Bai Yiyuan and the others had insisted that Lin Moyu maintain his aura pure.

As long as one remained untainted, they wouldn’t be attacked here.

And without being forced into battle, they wouldn’t have to kill the creatures of this land.

Everyone understood the importance of keeping their aura pure, but few could truly manage it.

Ning Yiyi asked, “Sister Mohan, what happens if you kill too many animals?”

Lin Mohan chuckled, “You’ll turn into an animal yourself and stay here forever.”

“Ah!” Ning Yiyi gasped, covering her mouth, her face turning pale with fear.