Chapter 1154: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Breaking the Compass

Wang Lin's face was pale, devoid of any color, save for the shocking bloodstain at the corner of his mouth. After putting away all his Magic Treasures, including the broken Iron Sword and the Battle Soul, he rapidly retreated into the distance. Cang Songzi's bloody Nascent Soul object had no time to escape and was enveloped by Wang Lin's Battle Soul and retrieved.

His vision was blurry, and a feeling of drowsiness permeated his entire body as he moved forward. The sharp pain in his right shoulder was agonizing, keeping him suspended between consciousness and unconsciousness, making the road ahead appear doubled.

The gigantic Compass in the sky moved, tightly shrouding Wang Lin above and following his movements.

Under its rapid rotation, a heavy pressure spread out, locking onto the rapidly moving Wang Lin below. As the pressure intensified, Wang Lin's body became extremely weak, and his steps grew slightly unsteady.

Just then, rumbling sounds suddenly erupted from within the Compass. The speed of the Compass's rotation accelerated again, whipping up the seven-colored radiance in the sky and wildly condensing it onto the Compass. Suddenly, countless seven-colored marks floated into view from the Compass.

A sense of crisis instantly spread through Wang Lin's mind. Under this threat, Wang Lin fiercely bit his tongue, immediately jolting himself awake. The moment he regained consciousness, the countless marks on the Compass descended wildly, heading straight for Wang Lin below.

As these marks fell, Wang Lin gritted his teeth, grabbed at the Void Realm with his left hand, and swept the trident in his grasp. The marks approached with a whistling sound, pouring down like rain.

A sudden, earth-shattering rumble arose, and Wang Lin spat out fresh blood. Many parts of his body were branded by the marks, leaving deep traces. Every time a mark struck his body, Wang Lin shuddered.

Madness shone in his eyes. Wang Lin's nature was such that the greater the crisis, the more the Mountain Collapse loomed before him, the calmer his mind became, infused with a touch of frenzy.

Calmness and madness were not contradictory: calm judgment, frantic action!

This Compass was deeply entrenched; if he did not destroy it, it would surely pursue him relentlessly, posing a long-term threat to Wang Lin. Furthermore, with this item active, anyone wishing to find Wang Lin would find it as easy as flipping their palm!

Wang Lin held the trident in his left hand, the frenzy in his eyes growing thicker. He knew he did not have much time left before his consciousness would blur again due to his worsening injuries. He had to quickly break this Compass and find a place to heal while still awake.

Time was pressing. Wang Lin took a deep breath, and Battle Intent ignited in his eyes. Firelight spread from his left eye, instantly wrapping around his entire body. Suddenly, the crimson Vermilion Bird Armor instantly appeared on Wang Lin. At the same time, lightning flashed from his right eye and erupted, immediately turning the ground within a thousand zhang radius outside his body into a Lightning Pool.

Thunder rumbled, and silver snake-like lightning bolts danced about. The thousand zhang expanse of earth emitted popping sounds, and large amounts of rubble were drawn up and floated by the electric light. The remaining Ancient God Power in his body bypassed his right arm and wildly condensed onto his left hand, flowing into the trident.

At this moment, a low roar, challenging the heavens, suddenly echoed like thunder between heaven and earth. Wang Lin shot up from the ground! A sea of fire instantly spread, and a Vermilion Bird materialized outside Wang Lin's body. It was as if Wang Lin was controlling the flames of heaven and earth as he charged straight toward the Compass!

Moreover, the moment he charged out, thunder boomed and lightning surged up from the ground, accompanying Wang Lin as he ascended. From a distance, the Lightning Pool on the thousand zhang expanse of earth gradually formed a Lightning Mountain as Wang Lin rose!

A mountain formed by lightning!

The Peak of the mountain was precisely Wang Lin! This Lightning Mountain continuously grew stronger, finally dissipating completely from the ground and condensing around Wang Lin's body. This scene looked as if Wang Lin had absorbed the Lightning Mountain.

Carrying the power of lightning and fire, Wang Lin was like a meteor surrounded by lightning and a sea of fire, holding the trident and walking his path of cultivation against the heavens in a frantic manner!

His speed grew faster and faster. The moment the marks continually appeared on the Compass, he rapidly closed the distance. The sound of him tearing through the air intensified, eventually transforming into an earth-shattering roar.

"Nine Profound Transformation!" Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot. His figure instantly split into nine copies in mid-air, but immediately the nine copies merged back into one. An incomparably powerful aura, far surpassing his previous strength, descended directly upon him in this Seven-Colored Realm!

The sound of the Vermilion Bird suddenly rose. Wang Lin's figure was dazzling and blinding as he charged straight toward the Compass. His speed grew faster and faster until he slammed into the Compass. A massive rumble rose into the air, echoing wildly in all directions. The rotating Compass shuddered entirely and violently collapsed. Initially, this collapse manifested as only a few Rifts appearing on the Compass, but immediately, these Rifts continuously split until, finally, the enormous Compass was densely covered in Rifts.

With a bang, it shattered into pieces!

The moment the countless fragments swept outward, a crimson figure flew out from the collapsed Compass and sped away into the distance without looking back, disappearing beyond the horizon.

Although the figure vanished, the sound of the Compass collapsing and the fragments rolling back continuously echoed throughout the entire Seven-Colored Realm. Outside, the fog of numerous Fog-Transforming Vicious Beasts rapidly condensed, turning into Vicious Beasts of various appearances, all looking toward the direction from which the earth-shattering sound originated.

Within this Seven-Colored Realm, many Lost Ones who wandered aimlessly on the ground, having lost their hair, also stopped moving at this moment. They raised their heads, gazing blankly toward the source of the sound. The child surnamed Duanmu was one of them.

On a mountain Peak in the outer regions, there was a hidden Immortal Cave. Inside the Immortal Cave, a muscular man sat cross-legged. His face was pale, and his clothes were spotted with brown blood. While healing, he suddenly opened his eyes. The roar and fluctuations reaching his ears from afar caused him to take a deep breath.

This person was none other than Chen Tianjun!

Outside the valley, the Old Woman in Green Robes, who was completely trapped by the Restrictions and unable to leave for a short period, while simultaneously enduring the constant attacks of the Restriction marks, was now utterly pale. Unwillingness showed in her eyes. She continuously formed Hand Seals, turning them into Restrictions in an attempt to resist, but the power of the Restrictions here far exceeded her imagination. Especially after the Fusion of the Life-Death Restriction and the Destruction Restriction, they had become inseparable and completely beyond her control. As a result, she was attacked every moment she spent there, and her internal injuries were already severe and worsening.

When the rumbling sound between heaven and earth reached her, the Old Woman in Green Robes looked up, filled with shock and uncertainty.

This roaring sound echoed through the Seven-Colored Realm and entered the area surrounded by wall-like mountains, churning the internal fog like angry waves. Inside, a large number of Inscribed Ones stopped their strange murmuring for the first time, paused, and simultaneously looked up blankly.

Inside the fog, atop the massive stone statue whose brow bore a lightning mark, was a mass of seven-colored fog. Within the fog, Cang Songzi's Primordial Spirit was weak, sitting cross-legged. He continuously performed Hand Seals, breathing in and out to heal. When the sound arrived, he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with shock!

This time, he was genuinely and thoroughly shaken!

Regarding Wang Lin, although he had previously overestimated him, he never imagined the opponent could be his equal, resulting in such a disastrous, mutually destructive battle. Thinking of the Magic Treasures he had expended in this fight, especially those three beads, Cang Songzi felt a stabbing pain in his heart. The Crystal Sword also made Cang Songzi feel as if his heart were being cut by a knife. However, compared to the Seven-Colored Nail, the impact of all these losses on Cang Songzi was negligible.

Thinking of the Seven-Colored Nail, Cang Songzi felt as if his Primordial Spirit was about to collapse. It was the strongest Magic Treasure in his Storage Space, his life-saving trump card. Yet, after taking it out, he still hadn't killed that damned person named Lu, and worse, he himself had lost his Physical Body and nearly died here.

The reason he fled, aside from his physical weakness preventing him from fighting further, was primarily because he believed the opponent was certain to die. With such severe injuries, the opponent could not possibly escape the Divine Ability of the Compass transformed from the beads.

Once the opponent died, he could remotely control the Compass Divine Ability to absorb the opponent's corpse and Primordial Spirit. After his injuries recovered, everything would be easily within his grasp.

But now, the roar coming from the distance and the sudden severing of his sensory connection caused Cang Songzi's body to shake, and he fell silent.

"Under such injuries, this person was actually still able to break the Compass Divine Ability…" For the first time, a feeling of dread arose in Cang Songzi's heart toward Wang Lin.

The area surrounded by mountains where Cang Songzi was located was actually not the inner center of the Seven-Colored Realm as he claimed. This was not the center. Deeper inside, at the very edge of the true core of the Seven-Colored Realm, there was a valley submerged in mist. In one of the valleys, Cloud Soul Child sat cross-legged, his face pale, daring not to move.

As Wang Lin sped away, his Divine Sense was already blurry, but he gritted his teeth, barely maintaining a shred of consciousness. His eyes gradually dimmed as he proceeded, finally stepping into an abandoned Immortal Cave within a valley. He only managed to open the Storage Rift, allowing the Woman in Silver Robes and Xu Ligou to fly out to act as Protectors, before he collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

Xu Ligou had perfectly completed the task Wang Lin assigned him when killing Qian Guizhong and had been retrieved by Wang Lin afterward. Upon appearing now, he was about to boast proudly, but he immediately saw Wang Lin unconscious, his eyes tightly shut and his face ashen. He paused, and his eyes began to dart around.

But just then, a cold snort came. Xu Ligou's body trembled. When he turned his head, he immediately put on a fawning expression. He had learned how formidable the Silver-Robed Female Corpse was while inside the Storage Rift and dared not offend her in the slightest.

"Protector!" The Woman in Silver Robes said coldly, sitting cross-legged beside Wang Lin. As her gaze swept over Wang Lin's face, her eyes revealed confusion and a hint of tenderness.

Xu Ligou hurriedly tried to flatter her. After a while, seeing that the Woman in Silver Robes had no reaction and was just staring at the Evil Star, he immediately adopted the appearance of a fiercely loyal Protector and guarded the Immortal Cave. However, he muttered inwardly.

"What's so good about that Evil Star? It's Grandpa Xu who is dashing, graceful, handsome, and an unparalleled beautiful man. Alas, sometimes being too extraordinary is a kind of helplessness…" Xu Ligou sighed deeply in his heart, his face subtly showing a look of great melancholy.

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