Chapter 2401 - 2402: Breaking the Forbidden Seal

Chapter 2401: Chapter 2402: Breaking the Forbidden Seal

Under the relaxation of that afternoon, Lin Chen’s spirit seemed to have reached its peak.

This was also why they let Lin Chen stay at Chen Lin’s residence.

Because only by doing so, could Lin Chen have a completely relaxed time, allowing him to put forth his full ability to deal with this matter after relaxing.

Lin Chen’s face is serious, he also understood the complexity of the matter and did not dare to be careless.

Upon approaching the open area, Lin Chen took a long breath. Then he slowly approached the center of the field.

As he walked, Lin Chen could see strange symbols drawn on the vast ground, scattered here and there, yet connected by a faint line, finally converging towards the center of this emptiness.

There stood a pitch-black round stick, firmly embedded in the crack of the ground, standing erect and tall.

Behind that round stick was a sculpture several feet high.

Although entirely carved from stone, it exuded a vivid aura, its upturned head gazing into the distance, as if looking far away.

"This is my ancestor, Pan Hao, from the Pan family."

At an unknown time, Pan Yan had walked to Lin Chen’s side, raising his aged head to gaze at the towering sculpture, showing noticeable excitement as he looked at it.

After all, Pan Hao was his ancestor who ascended to the divine realm; such glory had made the Pan family a great clan.

Unfortunately, besides Pan Hao, no outstanding figure emerged from the Pan family again, which led to the current situation within Pan Hao’s lineage.

Recalling the past, Pan Yan felt a bitterness, while beside him, Xiaoying tightened her grip on Pan Yan’s hand, seeming to understand his pain. She used her warm, small hand to dispel the sorrow in Pan Yan’s heart.

"It’s fine, just feeling a bit emotional."

Pan Yan said, his other hand wiping away the tears on his face, taking a deep breath, letting the grief out.

"The time is almost right, when the moment comes, you must be very careful."

After a moment, Pan Yan turned around, solemnly speaking to Lin Chen.

"Hmm."

As Lin Chen spoke, a flash of green light emanated from his Storage Ring, and after it faded, Lin Chen was holding two Longswords in his hands.

One unknown, the other was the Tianyan Ancient Sword, which Lin Chen had carried for a long time.

Now, Lin Chen was accustomed to these two Longswords by his side. Especially, he needn’t worry about the unknown Longsword counterattacking, so naturally, he had no reason to dispose of it.

Holding the Longswords in both hands, Lin Chen stared forward, ready to confront the forthcoming mysteries.

"Grandfather has important matters to attend to now, you need to leave first."

Pan Yan released Xiaoying’s hand, gestured towards her to go to where Liu Qinghan and the others were.

Despite her reluctance, Xiaoying understood that this was something unstoppable; she pursed her lips and went outside, reaching Liu Qinghan and the others after a short while.

"Young friend, come here."

Having Xiaoying at the edge of the open space, Pan Yan smiled, showing a kindly smile toward Lin Chen on his withered face.

He pointed to a circular spot not far from the round stick.

The circle was just enough for one person to stand, and strange symbols were engraved around its periphery.

These symbols were connected with the distant ones, forming a huge formation. The center of the formation was that round stick, seemingly the core of the formation.

As Lin Chen stood there, Pan Yan’s hunched figure also moved.

But he was walking toward the side of the round stick, only a few feet away from it.

After standing firm, he looked up at the night sky, where silver light dots scattered and a cloud parted, revealing a huge full moon.

Upon the moon’s appearance, Pan Yan took a deep breath, then raised his hand to slowly grasp the round stick.

At the moment of impending contact, a thin trace of silver light appeared on Pan Yan’s left hand.

It was a silver needle, extremely small, hidden in his sleeve, almost impossible to see without close inspection.

Pan Yan held the silver needle in his hand and lightly pierced it into his right hand.

A slight pain emerged as a drop of crimson blood dripped from his withered right fingertip.

The blood dropped onto the pitch-black round stick.

With just one drop, the round stick was influenced, quickly turning crimson.

Clearly, this change wasn’t coincidental; as soon as Pan Yan’s blood dropped, the round stick seemed alive, its shaft slightly moving, generating a strong suction, continuously drawing blood from the wound on Pan Yan’s hand.

Now, Pan Yan’s back faced Xiaoying and the others, showing only his backside.

From afar, Xiaoying couldn’t see Pan Yan’s current state; even facing them, with her current ability, it would be difficult for her to see Pan Yan’s changes clearly.

However, Xiaoying couldn’t see clearly, but Lin Chen could, distinctly feeling Pan Yan’s trembling body and the quickly vanishing vitality.

"Senior..."

Lin Chen’s throat slightly moved, unconsciously uttering two words, but upon saying them, he closed his mouth again, looking complicated.

Though not a doctor, Lin Chen could see Pan Yan was at his limit, hanging on by a thread.

If Lin Chen intervened now, it would be hard to save Pan Yan, and the worst would be to cause Pan Yan’s final hope to fail completely.

Thus, Lin Chen closed his mouth, sighing softly, feeling as if something was stuck in his throat, indescribably uncomfortable.

Normally, Pan Yan might hear Lin Chen’s actions, but now, due to excessive blood loss, his elderly face turned pale, and his consciousness began to blur due to this, unable to hear Lin Chen’s words.

Trembling, he relied on his will to keep himself from collapsing.