Chapter 1252: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Daoist Magic

The Nine Nether Dragon let out a low roar, yet seemed forced to submit. It felt an Aura on Wang Lin that made it tremble. This Aura was complex, seemingly consisting of three parts.

The first part was a power of the gods from the Primordial Era, originating from its inherited memories.

The second part was the trembling of its soul; it seemed the opponent's soul possessed the power to completely suppress and even devour its own!

The third part instilled even greater fear: it was the Aura of Jiqiong, the Emperor among Beasts, also found within its inherited memories!

Coupled with the heaven-shaking power contained within the two palms formed by Wang Lin's cultivation, how could the Nine Nether Dragon resist? At this moment, it had no choice but to submit and become Wang Lin's mount!

Wang Lin subduing the Nine Nether Dragon with two palms caused everyone outside the rift to drastically change expression, their eyes filled with immense shock. This scene stunned them even more than when Wang Lin had destroyed the Vicious Beast and the skeleton just now—it was utterly unbelievable!

Even the three people from the Demon Sect enveloped in blue mist were greatly alarmed, unable to believe what they saw. Under the shock to their hearts and minds, the mist surrounding their bodies twisted.

“The Nine Nether Dragon was actually subdued by him and made into a mount!!! This… this…”

“If the three of us attacked together, we could defeat the Nine Nether Dragon using the Demon Sect's Combined Attack Secret Technique, but forcing it to submit is impossible, let alone making it a mount. What exactly is this person's identity, to be able to achieve this!!”

“Although this Nine Nether Dragon is not fully mature, it is still one of the companion beasts of the Heaven Rank creature Jiqiong. How could it possibly be subdued!!”

The three men were utterly terrified, looking at Wang Lin with shock. If they were reacting this way, there was no need to mention the others; the Cultivators outside the rift were now completely dumbfounded.

The Primordial Spirits of the six great experts trembled as they stared blankly at Wang Lin, who stood atop the Nine Nether Dragon's head inside the rift. At this moment, Wang Lin's figure became eternal in their hearts, profoundly etched there!

Clad in white robes, with a head of white hair, he resembled an unbeatable, earth-shattering Battle Immortal, inspiring worship in all who gazed upon him!

“Li Qianmei must have come for him… and he clearly came here for Li Qianmei… Li Qianmei, you and I have been secretly contending for the past century. I thought you were certain to die after entering the rift, but I never expected such a powerful expert to come and rescue you…” The indifferent woman sighed inwardly.

Wang Lin stepped onto the Nine Nether Dragon, ignoring the shock of the many Cultivators outside the rift, and was about to charge into the depths of the rift to find Li Qianmei! But just then, an extremely powerful Aura suddenly erupted from one of the six Cultivation Planets belonging to the Demon Sect outside the rift, and simultaneously, a figure whistled into view.

This figure's speed was too fast. When he took his first step, he actually teleported in this star domain where movement was impossible, stepping into the void, and then took his second step!

As the second step landed, he flickered into existence beside the three Demon Sect individuals outside the rift. He took the third step, and his entire person was barely visible as he entered the rift, appearing directly in front of Wang Lin.

“Fellow Daoist, do not rush. Since you have come here, allow this old man to see if you possess the qualifications to enter the depths of the rift!”

As this figure arrived, a gentle voice echoed, shaking both inside and outside the rift. The moment the voice spread, the figure raised his right hand and pressed down toward Wang Lin, who was standing atop the Nine Nether Dragon's head!

Wang Lin's expression remained calm. The instant the palm arrived, he raised his right hand and slapped forward, meeting the figure's hand across the distance.

Boundless Heavenly and Earthly Origin Power wildly converged at this moment, and a destructive force, seemingly capable of tearing the star domain apart, erupted with a thunderous roar the instant their two palms met.

An indescribable shockwave instantly permeated the star domain, surging wildly outwards. The thousands of Cultivators outside the rift seemed to be swept by a fierce gale; their expressions changed drastically as they were all swept backward, and even the six experts retreated simultaneously, their faces pale.

Only the three Demon Sect individuals were able to remain stationary under this impact, staring intently into the rift with solemn expressions!

Wang Lin let out a muffled groan, and popping sounds emanated from within his body. He, along with the Nine Nether Dragon beneath his feet, immediately retreated several yards. The figure who had approached in three steps also let out a muffled groan, but instead of retreating, he took another step forward!

“You seek death!” A sharp light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He leaped up, flying off the Nine Nether Dragon and heading straight for the approaching figure. The moment he neared, he clenched his right fist, and Ancient God Star Points instantly spread across his brow. A heaven-shattering Ancient God Power burst forth wildly, integrating into his right hand as he threw a punch!

With a tremendous boom, the figure staggered and immediately retreated backward. Wang Lin's expression was grim. He strode forward to pursue, and with a wave of his right hand, a swath of bloody light immediately spread out. A drop of fresh blood flew from his brow, transforming into a Blood Sword enveloped in crimson light!

Holding the Blood Sword, Wang Lin pursued and slashed fiercely forward!

The retreating figure's expression instantly changed the moment Wang Lin brought out the Blood Sword. He performed Hand Seals with both hands and spat out a sheet of Tortoise Shell to block in front of him.

The instant the Tortoise Shell appeared, the Blood Sword slashed down, immediately striking the shell.

Earth-shattering booming sounds erupted. The Tortoise Shell was actually unable to block the might of the Blood Sword; cracks burst open on its surface, and it collapsed with a bang. The bloody light pierced through and landed directly inside the figure's body.

The figure staggered, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He retreated again, but while falling back, he raised his right hand and fiercely swung it forward. With a roar, Heavenly and Earthly Origin Power wildly converged.

“Chen, Huang, Dou, Xian, Hong! Manifest the Spirit Controlling Seal!” His voice rose abruptly. Immediately, five runes materialized out of thin air from the Heavenly and Earthly Origin Power, intertwining to form a massive palm print!

This palm print was the Spirit Controlling Seal, the genuine Spirit Controlling Seal. The moment it appeared, the Heavenly and Earthly Origin Power violently condensed, and the palm instantly solidified, carrying an unimaginably powerful Aura as it rushed straight toward Wang Lin's forehead!

Wang Lin did not retreat. As he charged out, his eyes flashed with crimson light. The Blood Sword in his hand dissipated and merged back into his body. At that instant, monstrous crimson light erupted around his entire being—his body had become the Blood Sword!

He was the Blood Sword!

His right index and middle fingers pointed forward; these were the sword tip, piercing through all heaven and earth, heading directly for the palm print ahead. Moreover, at this moment, tens of thousands of Sword Qi roared into action, transforming into a Sword Storm in front of him, colliding with the palm print.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Shaking heaven and earth, the palm print immediately trembled upon colliding with the tens of thousands of Sword Qi. The Sword Qi collapsed, and the palm print's momentum was stopped, causing a momentary pause. The instant it paused, Wang Lin's right index and middle fingers, enveloped in crimson light, directly tapped the center of the palm print!

With a loud bang, the palm print collapsed, and the Heavenly and Earthly Origin Power contained within it violently scattered. The figure's expression changed again. He wanted to retreat but was one step too late. Having shattered the palm print, Wang Lin took a step forward, and his right index and middle fingers swiftly tapped the figure's forehead!

The figure shook, spitting out fresh blood, and rapidly retreated, exiting the rift!

A cold light flickered in Wang Lin's eyes. He pursued immediately, raising his left hand and pressing it against his brow, as if intending to tear something open!

“Fellow Daoist, stop!! Fellow Daoist, stop!! This old man was reckless in this matter!” Seeing the movement of Wang Lin's left hand, the figure's expression changed instantly, and he quickly spoke.

He retreated further, standing in front of the three Demon Sect individuals, transforming into a white-haired old man who clasped his fists toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin stepped out of the rift, stared at the old man, and lowered his left hand.

“Greetings, Elder.” The three Demon Sect individuals behind the old man immediately spoke respectfully.

The old man nodded slightly, then looked at Wang Lin, shock visible in his eyes. He clasped his fists and said, “Fellow Daoist's cultivation is extremely strong; this old man admits inferiority, especially your Blood Sword Magic Treasure. That item…” The old man shook his head with a bitter smile, unable to describe the shock and terror that Magic Treasure had brought him.

Wang Lin gave the old man a cold stare, said nothing, withdrew his gaze, and turned to rush toward the rift. The Nine Nether Dragon inside the rift was now terrified and dared not flee.

“Fellow Daoist, this matter was reckless on my part. Fellow Daoist is surely here to rescue Li Qianmei. It was this old man who, valuing her talent, wished to take Li Qianmei as a disciple back then, and her departure was also with my consent.” The old man watched Wang Lin's retreating figure. As he spoke, he waved his right hand, and a Jade Slip flew out, heading straight for Wang Lin.

“This rift is vast. If Fellow Daoist searches blindly, finding Li Qianmei will likely be difficult. This Jade Slip contains a map, which I have marked. Following the markings, given Fellow Daoist's speed, you might be able to catch up.”

Wang Lin paused. He took the Jade Slip and swept it with his Divine Sense. His grim expression eased slightly. He turned to look at the old man and said in a deep voice, “Go back and enter seclusion for three days. Do not use your Dao Thought. Concentrate your mind. Your Dao Thought will collapse during the last five hours of the third day. Bear it cautiously, and if you pass through it, you will be fine!”

After Wang Lin finished speaking, he left the old man stunned and bewildered, turned, stepped into the rift, mounted the Nine Nether Dragon, and sped toward the deep, pitch-black area inside the rift!

The old man watched the spot where Wang Lin disappeared, his expression shifting. He concentrated and checked his entire body, his face gradually turning pale, revealing horror. He saw that within his Dao Thought, the Concept of his mind had undergone a strange change. It was as if an external force had slammed in, causing his Dao Thought to slowly weaken.

“This… this is… Daoist Magic!!!” The old man was bloodless, feeling a rush of inner relief. Had he not acted kindly and given the Jade Slip, the opponent definitely wouldn't have informed him of this matter. In that case, even if he had discovered the damage to his Dao Thought, while healing, he would have been caught unprepared during the last five hours of the third day. Even if he didn't die, he would have been severely wounded by this.

“This person might truly be able to save Li Qianmei. With my cultivation at the Second Heaven-Man Decay, I wouldn't be confident in defeating him, and I was secretly injured by him. The most terrifying thing is that this person still has a Seal on his body. If he had torn open the Seal just now…” The old man's gaze was solemn. He took a deep look at the rift, turned, and left far away, returning to his sect's Mountain Gate on the Cultivation Planet, where he immediately entered seclusion.