Chapter 105: Wang Lin’s Return

Xu Hao, a sixth-generation Disciple of the Spirit Martial Sect in the Level Three Cultivation Country of Julu, was sitting on a massive Floating Rock, organizing the spoils of war he had gathered over the past few years, when suddenly, his communication Jade Slip flickered violently.

Xu Hao frowned slightly, took out the Jade Slip, and placed it on his forehead. Immediately, an urgent voice sounded within his Divine Sense.

"Hurry to the position 48 degrees northwest! An Unowned Divine Sense has appeared here!"

The communicator was Ge Yang, a good friend he had met on the Outer Realm Battlefield. Both of them were at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment cultivation, and they often teamed up to Kill People and Seize Treasures, working together tacitly.

After hearing this, Xu Hao's expression instantly changed slightly, followed by a look of ecstasy. Divine Sense was the most precious item in the Outer Realm Battlefield, even rarer than a complete Magic Treasure.

Only when powerful Cultivators died, their Nascent Soul left the body, and that Nascent Soul was subsequently destroyed, would there be an extremely small chance for a trace of Divine Sense to dissipate.

Xu Hao didn't know the specific function of this Divine Sense, but he clearly remembered that the Envoy from the Superior Cultivation Country had listed an item on a sheet upon entering the Outer Realm Battlefield, and Divine Sense was prominently ranked among the top ten.

The items on that sheet had to be handed over upon acquisition, and a certain reward would be given. Thinking of this, Xu Hao felt his heart pound wildly. Without a second thought, he moved his body and flew toward the northwest corner.

When he arrived, he found that many people had already gathered there. In the distance, there was a massive Shield, and inside the Shield was a large Blue Light Spot, which floated motionless in mid-air.

Greed flashed in Xu Hao's eyes. Without hesitation, he patted his Storage Pouch, took out a Jet-Black Fork, and charged forward.

As for Wang Lin, he quietly waited for the appearance of the spatial Rifts. After a long time, eight Rifts suddenly appeared within the range of his Divine Sense.

Wang Lin's Divine Sense immediately probed in, severed, and sent out eight streams of Divine Sense.

This process continued endlessly. Wang Lin's Divine Sense grew weaker and weaker, and the number of Divine Senses he had sent out was countless.

Over these three years, the Outer Realm Battlefield fell into a state of frenzy. Since the Unowned Divine Sense that suddenly appeared three years ago was snatched away by Xu and Ge, what drove all the personnel involved in the Outer Realm Battlefield Cleanup Effort crazy was that Divine Sense appeared almost every day thereafter.

The amount of Divine Sense was unimaginable. Under normal circumstances, this strange phenomenon would certainly have attracted the attention of the Superior Cultivation Country, yet for the past three years, the Superior Cultivation Country had not sent a single person to investigate.

The interior of the Outer Realm Battlefield was currently extremely unstable. Due to some inexplicable reasons, those inside couldn't get out, and those outside couldn't get in.

In the final analysis, the problem still lay with the spatial Rifts. Over the past decade, there were too many spatial Rifts throughout the Outer Realm Battlefield, especially near the entrances, where they were dense and virtually infinite.

The Experts from the Level Four and Level Five cultivation Countries analyzed the situation and concluded that the Outer Realm Battlefield was already on the verge of collapse. At this point, even the entry of a Nascent Soul Stage Master could potentially trigger an irreversible Great Collapse.

As for inviting people from the Level Six Cultivation Country to repair it, the cost was too high. Even knowing that there was a large amount of Divine Sense inside the Outer Realm Battlefield, it was still insufficient to cover the repair costs, even after several Level Five cultivation Countries shared the burden.

Furthermore, and most importantly, the Outer Realm Battlefield was not the only one. There was truly no need to repair a battlefield that was about to collapse. Therefore, generally speaking, if the Spell reinforcements on an Outer Realm Battlefield became ineffective, that battlefield would be abandoned.

However, what puzzled these Experts was why this battlefield, which was budgeted to be usable for at least several thousand more years, suddenly accelerated its deterioration within a mere decade.

They did not know that the root cause of all this could be traced back to Wang Lin. If it weren't for his prolonged impact, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

The time inside the spatial Rifts was fundamentally different from the Outer Realm Battlefield. Spending a hundred years in the Void of the spatial Rifts amounted to only one year in the Outer Realm Battlefield.

To be precise, the time Wang Lin spent impacting the Rifts within the spatial Rifts was seven years for the outside world, but in reality, it was 700 years.

Seven hundred years of continuous impact caused the accelerated deterioration of the Outer Realm Battlefield. Now, no Cultivator from a Level Four or Level Five Cultivation Country dared to enter this Outer Realm Battlefield.

They could only send voice transmissions inside, telling the Cultivators from the Level Three cultivation Countries to cancel the Cleanup Effort, focus entirely on searching for Divine Sense, and then collectively activate the Teleportation Formation to bring everyone out.

Wang Lin had long forgotten the passage of time. His Divine Sense grew weaker and smaller. Now, he was no longer severing Divine Sense, but waiting for a larger Rift to appear.

On this day, a spatial Rift several times larger than previous ones finally appeared within the range of Wang Lin's Divine Sense. Wang Lin did not hesitate and drilled straight into it.

Ma Liang had his eye on a Magic Treasure. This Magic Treasure, like the stream of Dark Light he had encountered years ago, could fly autonomously. Ma Liang was utterly exhausted from chasing this Magic Treasure for three days.

He looked bitterly at the Flying Sword with Purple Glow ahead, lamenting inwardly that if that Shuttle hadn't been stolen back then, he could easily have caught up now and wouldn't be so exhausted.

Thinking of the Shuttle, Ma Liang involuntarily associated it with the stream of Dark Light. For more than ten years, he had imagined countless times what kind of Magic Treasure was contained within that Dark Light, since it was pursued by members of the Giant Demon Race. It must certainly be an extraordinary Heaven-Defying Magic Treasure.

Every time he thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"They open the Teleportation Channel neither early nor late, but precisely when my Fifty-Year Term is about to expire. Well, at least I can finally go home. It's been too dangerous here lately, all because of those suddenly appearing Divine Senses. Once I get this Flying Sword, I'll return to the Rallying Point. Heh heh, Junior Sister, you must wait for me! Don't agree to Senior Brother's proposal; he's a Beast with a Human Face and Heart. Only I am truly devoted to you." Ma Liang muttered to himself as he continued the chase.

"But fifty years have passed, what does Junior Sister look like now? Uh… she Cultivates the War God Art, which supposedly preserves youth. She should probably look like she's in her thirties, right? If she's turned into an Old Woman, then I'll just give up. Hmph hmph, only ten of the dozens of people who came from the War God Hall remain alive this time. When I return, I will definitely be a key focus of the Sect Leader's nurturing. Plus, that bottle of Medicinal Pills I got a while ago grants Eternal Youth with just one dose. Even when I go back, I'll look like a young man in his twenties. What kind of girl couldn't I find then?" Ma Liang chuckled, feeling energized, and his speed seemed to increase slightly.

Just as Ma Liang was feeling pleased, two long rainbows suddenly flew rapidly from the distance, approaching Ma Liang in the blink of an eye. One of the long rainbows immediately overtook Ma Liang, flashed near the Flying Sword ahead of him, and revealed a figure: a youth who looked to be in his thirties. His gaze was gloomy. He grabbed the Flying Sword with a large hand, tossed it directly into his Storage Pouch without even looking, then turned around and stared menacingly at Ma Liang.

At this moment, the other long rainbow also descended. A Middle-Aged Man in Black stood behind Ma Liang, watching him with a half-smile.

Ma Liang's expression changed slightly, and he cried out, "Xu Hao, Ge Yang!" Ma Liang felt bitter despair in his heart. He had seen the two of them from afar before, which was why he recognized them instantly. These two were notorious, specializing in Kill People and Seize Treasures.

Ma Liang decisively ripped off his Storage Pouch and threw it directly to Xu Hao ahead, pleading, "Fellow Daoists, all my gains over the years are here. Please take them; I only beg you to spare my life."

Xu Hao was startled. He scanned the opening of the Storage Pouch with his Divine Sense, glanced at Ma Liang, and laughed, "You are the most spineless person I have ever met, but also the most sensible. Fine, I'll let you go this time. Scram!"

Ma Liang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to retreat when suddenly his expression changed. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood as a Flying Sword pierced straight through his chest. His body trembled, and he clearly felt his life slowly draining away. He struggled to turn around, staring at Ge Yang, and mumbled through the blood in his mouth, "You…"

Ge Yang waved his hand, and the Flying Sword flew back. He said indifferently, "I never said I'd let you go." After speaking, he moved his body and flew into the distance without sparing Ma Liang another glance.

Xu Hao clicked his tongue a few times, shook his head at the dying Ma Liang, got up, and followed. He understood that Ge Yang secretly resented Ma Liang for giving the Storage Pouch to him. He and Ge Yang had an agreement: whoever got the Storage Pouch kept it, and there was to be no further contention.

If Ma Liang had given the Storage Pouch to Ge Yang just now, Xu Hao would have done the same thing.

Ma Liang's consciousness was fading. His Junior Sister's figure appeared before his eyes, and he slowly closed them. Just then, a huge spatial Rift suddenly appeared beside Ma Liang's corpse, and a massive stream of Divine Sense leaped out and rushed forth.

After that Divine Sense appeared, it paused briefly before immediately drilling into Ma Liang's body. After a long while, Ma Liang suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp beams of light flashed within them.

The wound on his chest rapidly healed at a visible rate, quickly restoring itself to its original state. An extremely cold voice came from his mouth:

"Teng Huayuan, I, Wang Lin, have returned! Divine Senses, return!"

Suddenly, throughout the entire Outer Realm Battlefield, all the Divine Senses Wang Lin had previously sent out—whether they were inside someone else's Storage Pouch, refined into someone's body, or currently being fought over—all began to tremble at this very moment.

Streams of Divine Sense rapidly drilled out of Magic Treasures, Storage Pouches, and human bodies from various locations across the Outer Realm Battlefield, gathering frantically toward Wang Lin's location, regardless of everything.

A panic never before experienced arose in the hearts of every Cultivator on the Outer Realm Battlefield who had acquired a Divine Sense.

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