Chapter 1141: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Blood Soul Child is Lost (Third Update)

Going to this Seven-Colored Rift, Wang Lin had intentions and was bound to clash with Cang Songzi. Wang Lin could still fight one shattered nirvana Middle Stage Cultivator, and even two shattered nirvana Middle Stage Cultivators would be fine, as long as the opponents were not extremely close with Cang Songzi!

Wang Lin secretly observed the youth surnamed Duanmu along the way. This person should be ruthless and vicious, and his relationship with Cang Songzi was merely one of mutual exploitation.

As for Chen Tianjun of the Beast Taming Sect, his relationship with Cang Songzi also did not seem extremely close; he was likely someone with his own schemes as well.

There were clearly only two people who truly had an excellent relationship with Cang Songzi: one was the old man surnamed Pang, and the other was Cloud Soul Child!

In Wang Lin's analysis, it was precisely because of Cloud Soul Child's presence that Cang Songzi was so calm in inviting everyone to go, since their combined strength, plus the old man surnamed Pang, made them invincible within this group!

Therefore, if he could destroy Cloud Soul Child, it would be equivalent to severing one of Cang Songzi's arms! Moreover, Cloud Soul Child had been hostile towards him, subtly monitoring him the entire way. Wang Lin had decided that he absolutely could not give them a chance to join forces; he had to strike first!

Right now was the best opportunity to strike!

"shattered nirvana Middle Stage!" Thinking about fighting a shattered nirvana Middle Stage Cultivator, Wang Lin's spirit was invigorated. He turned back, suddenly raised the Iron Sword in his hand, and fiercely slashed downwards!

The might of the Sub-Void Nirvana Magic Treasure was earth-shattering. As it flashed, monstrous Sword Qi roared forth, heading straight for Cloud Soul Child!

Cloud Soul Child's expression changed. He was not far from Wang Lin and was also close to the Seven-Colored Rift. He had no time to think. The moment the sword light approached, Cloud Soul Child roared, formed a seal with both hands, and waved forward. The Soul Fire outside his body immediately rushed out, attempting to counter Wang Lin's sword light!

The Soul Fire shot straight toward Wang Lin and instantly collided with the sword light. A booming sound echoed, but the Soul Fire immediately collapsed, unable to stop the sword light from whistling through.

In this moment of crisis, Cloud Soul Child glared fiercely. Just as the sword light arrived, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood. This essence blood instantly transformed into a sheet of red mist, surprisingly forming the shape of a skull, which swallowed the sword light in one gulp.

With an earth-shattering boom, Cloud Soul Child's body trembled, and his face immediately turned pale, his eyes revealing shock. However, his cultivation was, after all, shattered nirvana Middle Stage. Wang Lin's strike could not gravely injure him. Furthermore, under the impact, Wang Lin himself retreated several steps, his Primordial Spirit shaking, and he was about to disappear into the Rift.

"Brat, you court death!" Cloud Soul Child roared and rushed forward quickly, closing the distance in an instant.

There was no time for Wang Lin to fully unleash the sword moves of the Iron Sword. His eyes flashed with cold light. This matter had not exceeded his expectations; it was impossible to kill a shattered nirvana Middle Stage Cultivator so easily. His goal was merely to injure the opponent! This was preparation for the remaining matters!

Wang Lin retreated, about to step entirely into the Rift. At this moment, Cloud Soul Child had already approached, placing half a foot into the Rift, and was raising his right hand to unleash a Divine Ability. It was at this instant that Wang Lin revealed a look that was neither a smile nor a frown, and he shouted: "Fix!"

The Immortal Power within his body frantically circulated in this instant, transforming into the Immortal Art of Body Fixing, enveloping Cloud Soul Child. In the blink of an eye, Cloud Soul Child's body suddenly paused!

With his cultivation, although he could shatter the invisible threads formed by the Body Fixing Art in just a moment, it was already too late. The instant Wang Lin's entire body entered the Rift, a sword light flashed, heading straight for Cloud Soul Child's head. At the same time, he clenched his right fist and struck out. The Ancient God Power contained within boomed, heading directly toward Cloud Soul Child.

The sword light swept past, descending the moment Cloud Soul Child broke free from the Body Fixing Art. However, Cloud Soul Child narrowly avoided the strike in the midst of the crisis. With a miserable groan, blood sprayed from his right arm, which had been severed by the sword light!

Furthermore, the Ancient God punch landed just as he stood up. Although Cloud Soul Child's Divine Ability managed to block it, the force caused Cloud Soul Child's body, which was entering the Rift, to tilt significantly.

Fear appeared in his eyes. Inside this Rift, which functioned almost like a teleportation channel, one absolutely could not randomly change position. Otherwise, the moment one traversed the Rift between the two worlds, one would immediately be teleported to a different location!

Wang Lin had traversed spatial Rifts many times. Although he had never entered this Seven-Colored Rift, he determined that all Rifts between two worlds operated in this manner, and this Seven-Colored Rift was clearly unstable. This made Wang Lin even more certain!

Therefore, his goal was not to risk killing a shattered nirvana Middle Stage Cultivator, but to use the moment they passed through the Rift to force Cloud Soul Child, while injured, to change his trajectory!

All of this happened in a flash of lightning and flint, incredibly fast. The moment he entered the Rift, Wang Lin's vision blurred, and his Primordial Spirit suffered a severe backlash due to the Body Fixing Art, but he forcibly suppressed it. When he reappeared, he was already in a strange world.

Here there was heaven and earth, but the sky flashed with seven-colored light, and under its cover, even the scenery on the ground was seven-colored. However, this world was not entirely clear; mist permeated many areas. Only a few scattered locations were free of mist.

Without looking too closely at the scenery, Wang Lin's gaze swept over the people who had been teleported in around him. Cloud Soul Child was not among them! Seeing this, Wang Lin sighed in relief. He had been gambling earlier, and now he knew he had won! The situation had been extremely dangerous; if Cloud Soul Child's Divine Ability had not been interrupted by the Body Fixing Art while he was unprepared, the fight would never have ended so quickly.

The location where everyone stood resembled an altar, only a hundred zhang in size. The old man surnamed Pang looked ahead, his expression filled with emotion and recollection. This was his third time coming here. He recalled that the first time, all his old friends around him had died. The second time, another portion had died. Now, only three people remained, including himself, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The youth surnamed Duanmu's eyes flickered. He looked at the mist ahead, licked his lips, and muttered: "That mist is not star mist…"

Chen Tianjun of the Beast Taming Sect beside him looked extremely excited after arriving here. He took several deep breaths, his eyes revealing a strange light.

Only the Old Woman in Green Robes slightly frowned, wondering what she was thinking.

Cang Songzi's expression was initially excited, but his gaze immediately sharpened. He looked at Wang Lin and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Lu, where is Cloud Soul Child?"

Wang Lin's expression was calm. He frowned and said: "How would I, Lu, know where he went!"

"Cloud Soul Child was behind you. You two were the last to enter. Could something have happened outside?" Cang Songzi frowned. His good mood from re-entering this place immediately vanished with Cloud Soul Child's disappearance, and a faint shadow of anger arose.

"I do not know if anything unexpected happened outside, but before I stepped into this Rift, I did not see any accident occur," Wang Lin said plainly.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, this old man took note earlier. Cloud Soul Child was not far from you. There is no reason why you entered, but he disappeared!" The old man surnamed Pang stared at Wang Lin and said slowly.

Cang Songzi's face was gloomy. He stared at Wang Lin, already furious in his heart.

The conversation between the three attracted the attention of the other Cultivators. The youth surnamed Duanmu laughed heartily and said: "Interesting. Entering a Rift, and someone actually gets lost!"

The Old Woman in Green Robes glanced at Wang Lin, but did not speak.

Chen Tianjun of the Beast Taming Sect frowned, ignoring these matters. His gaze remained fixed on the distant mist, revealing a hint of fanaticism.

"Fellow Daoist Pang, choose your words carefully. If you speak carelessly, you risk bringing disaster upon yourself!" Wang Lin sneered, sweeping his gaze across the old man surnamed Pang.

The old man surnamed Pang's heart trembled. He remembered the death of Wu Qing and secretly regretted speaking up, looking toward Cang Songzi.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, please give this old man an explanation for this matter!" Cang Songzi stared at Wang Lin. He knew that Cloud Soul Child had been monitoring this young man in white robes the entire time, and since he was now missing, this person was the most suspicious!

"A joke!" Wang Lin laughed in extreme anger. He looked coldly at Cang Songzi and sneered: "Cloud Soul Child is a shattered nirvana Middle Stage Cultivator. I, Lu, am fundamentally no match for him. Fellow Daoist Cang Songzi, you ask me for an explanation? I cannot give you one!

Cloud Soul Child has legs and a brain; does he need to report to me, Lu, where he wants to go? This is utterly ridiculous! If you want an excuse to fight me, Lu, I will accompany you to the end!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold light, and his words were sharp.

"Interesting. However, Cang Songzi, Fellow Daoist Lu's words are quite reasonable. Cloud Soul Child has legs and a brain. Perhaps he didn't want to come in, or perhaps he didn't want to be with us and went to another location here instead." The youth surnamed Duanmu glanced at Wang Lin and said shrilly to Cang Songzi.

Cang Songzi frowned tightly. He also had doubts about this matter. Given Cloud Soul Child's cultivation, unless this person surnamed Lu had concealed extremely high cultivation, it would be impossible for him to be killed in such a short time!

Sweeping his gaze over Wang Lin, Cang Songzi dismissed the idea that Cloud Soul Child had been killed, especially considering that Cloud Soul Child, like himself, was extremely familiar with this place and had entered twice before… "Could it be… Could that fellow Cloud Soul Child have known about another passage, and thus changed direction and teleported away using a special method the moment he entered? Although this is possible, it is also possible that this person surnamed Lu fought with Cloud Soul Child, causing Cloud Soul Child to be teleported to another location here the moment he passed through the Rift. But if that's the case, why did this person surnamed Lu teleport in safely and soundly…"

Cang Songzi was also uncertain internally, so he could only suppress his thoughts. He looked at Wang Lin, cupped his fists, and said in a deep voice: "This matter was this old man's rashness. Fellow Daoist Lu, please do not take offense."

Wang Lin let out a cold snort, briefly cupped his fists, but remained silent.

At this moment, within the space enveloped by the seven-colored light, deep inside a mist-shrouded valley, Cloud Soul Child sat cross-legged, his face pale, nervously observing his surroundings. Blood was no longer flowing from his right arm, but his expression revealed hidden fear.

"Damn it, I actually got teleported here!!" His spirit trembled. He licked his dry lips and looked with extreme apprehension at the thick mist at the mouth of the valley.

Faintly, roars and bursts of foul, bloody wind emanated from within the mist.