Chapter 1253 Peak of the Cloud Sea, Clues of Li Qianmei

Wang Lin had only been in the Rift of the Demon Sect battlefield for a short time, but everything that had occurred in this brief period had brought indescribable shock to the thousands of Cultivators outside the Rift.

Vicious Beasts collapsed, skeletons were destroyed, the Rift was torn, the Nine-Nether was reined in, and he even fought against the high-and-mighty Demon Sect Elder. Not only did he not fall into a disadvantage, but he even displayed overwhelming dominance, causing the Demon Sect Elder to unknowingly suffer internal injuries!

These scenes, falling into the eyes of the thousands of Cultivators outside the Rift, left them all aghast!

That figure in white clothes with white hair remained deeply imprinted in the minds of these thousands of Cultivators, never to be erased in their lifetimes.

For the Cultivators of the Peak of the Cloud Sea, the world inside this massive Rift outside the Demon Sect was both familiar and strange. It was familiar due to the long-standing war, but strange because nobody knew where it led or where its end lay.

Since the existence of the Demon Sect, it wasn't as if no Cultivators with great Divine Ability had entered the Rift to investigate, but the information obtained was that the Rift was too vast, like another starry sky; the power of a few individuals simply could not grasp the full extent of it.

Moreover, for every hundred who entered, fewer than three often returned successfully; the rest all died or went missing. Despite this, the Demon Sect never gave up, sending people into the Rift every so often.

Through this method with a high probability of death, over countless years, they slowly groped out a path. Li Qianmei had become an investigator entering the Rift, heading to the end of this path to open it further, or perhaps she would return alive with new discovered information, or perhaps she would vanish without a trace, becoming one of those Cultivators who either died or went missing.

Wang Lin withdrew his Divine Sense from the Jade Slip in his hand and gazed at the pitch-black world that seemed devoid of any light. With his cultivation, he could only see about a hundred feet around him in this pitch-black Rift; beyond that, it was a blur of black, unable to be seen clearly.

"The route in this Jade Slip is a path to the depths of the Rift that the Demon Sect exchanged for at a great cost over these countless years. It is also where Li Qianmei headed this time. It is just that the world inside this Rift is too vast; even the path in the Jade Slip likely hasn't reached the true depths."

Wang Lin stepped on the head of the Nine-Nether Dragon. This Dragon was extremely fast in this pitch-black Rift world; its body of several thousand feet was like a strange flash of lightning and thunder. Calling it strange was because this Nine-Nether Dragon moved silently, without the roaring sound of breaking the heavens, nor the whistling sound caused by excessive speed.

Calmness permeated with annihilation, as this Nine-Nether Dragon constantly flickered forward in this Rift world. It dared not have the slightest resistance to Wang Lin's commands and the direction he pointed. Wang Lin's strength, at the entrance of the Rift earlier, it had seen clearly. The toughness of the Demon Sect Elder was something the Nine-Nether Dragon could not resist, yet that Demon Sect Elder had been defeated by the person on its head. As a result, this made the Nine-Nether Dragon even more fearful of Wang Lin.

Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the head of the Nine-Nether Dragon, silently watching the surroundings. He seemed to be able to completely merge into that pitch-black world, without any discomfort.

As they continued forward, not knowing how much time had passed, the surroundings gradually ceased to be silent, and faint roars of Vicious Beasts slowly came from afar.

Because the distance was too great, when the roars of these Vicious Beasts arrived, it sounded like someone breathing in one's ear, and not just one person, but countless…

It was a strange feeling that could make all Cultivators from the Peak of the Cloud Sea entering the interior of the Rift for the first time alert, with the hairs on their bodies standing up. However, for Wang Lin, it did not make him change his expression in the slightest.

He sat there calmly, still silently watching the front, his memory lingering on those ten years after becoming a stone statue, without physical perception, knowing nothing of the outside world… and in the Heaven Defying world, within those ten years, there was almost nothing that wasn't there, that sky-filling bloody light and warmth.

If not for that bloody light, Wang Lin's Soul might have dissipated eternally within the Heaven Defying. He remembered that in the beginning, he was very cold, very cold, and slowly grew weaker… until the appearance of the bloody light. Under that warmth, he slowly condensed, regained his sanity, and awakened his memories.

It was precisely because of the existence of the bloody light that he could persist in finding the Master of the Sealed Realm, obtain the fortune to enter the Dao Realm, and comprehend his first piece of Daoist Magic.

"Dream Dao… This is what I comprehended in the Dao Realm. It is my third Divine Ability after Fading Night and Flowing Moon. It is Daoist Magic…"

Wang Lin sighed softly. The more he recalled the words of the old woman in white, and the more he thought of the existence of the bloody light in the Heaven Defying for ten years, the more he felt indebted to Li Qianmei, unable to repay her.

Time flowed slowly in Wang Lin's memories. Everything in this Rift seemed to have no changes; everywhere was pitch black.

The only difference was that when Wang Lin occasionally looked up, the blurry beast shadows appearing a hundred feet away were becoming more and more numerous. At this moment, if this pitch-black world were to become bright, it would make any Cultivator feel their scalp go numb and their mind terrified at what they saw!

Wang Lin raised his right hand, his entire body's Yuan power condensed in his palm. Gradually, a golden light of the extreme flashed within his palm. With a bang, it broke the silence. This golden light flew up from Wang Lin's right hand like a meteor, climbing continuously towards the sky. In an instant, it crashed and turned into a bright light, covering ten thousand feet around!

The moment this light appeared, roars of Vicious Beasts shook the heavens and earth all around immediately. Borrowing the bright light, Wang Lin saw clearly that a few hundred feet away from him, in the endless world, Vicious Beasts of various shapes and sizes had surrounded him and the Nine-Nether Dragon. The number of these Vicious Beasts was no less than tens of thousands!

They seemed extremely sensitive to light. The moment this pitch-black world suddenly became bright, these Vicious Beasts roared violently and retreated rapidly.

That dazzling golden light was quickly swallowed by the darkness, causing the world inside this Rift to become pitch-black again.

The Nine-Nether Dragon was one of the King Beasts in this Rift. Its body naturally possessed an aura belonging to a King Beast. With this aura spreading out, the surrounding Vicious Beasts dared not approach, which was why Wang Lin could walk all the way here.

All the Vicious Beasts along the way, whenever they encountered the Nine-Nether Dragon, should have retreated completely, but because of Wang Lin's presence, those Vicious Beasts struggled in their brutality, which was why they slowly gathered more and more, but they did not get too close.

That instant of brightness allowed Wang Lin to see the Vicious Beasts present. Although there were many of these Vicious Beasts, most were of the eighth or ninth rank, with not many above the tenth rank.

The light dissipated. Wang Lin sat on the head of the Nine-Nether Dragon, his expression as usual. His Divine Thought permeated his body and circled the surroundings. The Nine-Nether Dragon seemed to be stimulated by this Divine Thought and let out a dragon roar that shook the heavens. This sound was earth-shattering, turning into a rumbling thunder that echoed violently in this pitch-black Rift world.

The Nine-Nether Dragon's speed suddenly increased, rushing forward. The surrounding Vicious Beasts immediately retreated, all of them scattering to open a path, allowing the Nine-Nether Dragon to be like a meteor, forcefully breaking through the beast horde and constantly advancing toward the depths of the Rift.

In the world inside the Rift, it was hard to feel the passage of time. There was no daytime here; there was only pitch darkness. As the Nine-Nether Dragon went deeper, gradually, Wang Lin's gaze became more and more solemn.

Although he could still only see a hundred feet, he slowly discovered the difference in this place. As they went deeper, the color of this pitch-black world seemed to have some changes; it was not black, but purple!

The Nine-Nether Dragon was moving even faster, but its speed was getting slower and slower, and it even faintly transmitted tremors from its Soul, as if this purple world made it feel extremely terrifying.

If not for Wang Lin's Divine Thought surrounding its body, this Nine-Nether Dragon might have shaken violently, not daring to continue deeper at all, but turning around to leave this place far away. Even the large number of Vicious Beasts that had followed from a few hundred feet away had mostly retreated, not daring to continue deeper. However, the number of Vicious Beasts circling the surroundings not only did not decrease but became more and more. These Vicious Beasts were beasts living in this purple world.

Wang Lin naturally noticed the abnormality of the Nine-Nether Dragon. His eyes flashed. All the way, although the passage of time was not obvious, Wang Lin calculated the distance he had traveled in secret. According to his analysis, where he was right now was the edge of what was called the Rift Purple Realm in the Jade Slip path.

Here, he was already very close to the end of the path marked in the Jade Slip.

Sitting on the head of the Nine-Nether Dragon, Wang Lin closed his eyes and felt the surroundings silently. Gradually, he faintly perceived that there were some residual fluctuations here, as if someone had used a Divine Ability here not long ago.

Wang Lin had come all the way here, and there was still some distance ahead. He did not know if his journey was correct, nor had he found any clues related to Li Qianmei. Even after entering the Rift, as he moved forward, he faintly perceived the existence of several extremely powerful auras. These auras seemed to have perceived Wang Lin as well, but strangely, they did not stop him.

Right now, in this place, it was the first time he perceived fluctuations that were vaguely clues to Li Qianmei. Although these fluctuations were residual, they existed truly, and they were definitely not used by Vicious Beasts, but by a Cultivator!

"Li Qianmei… is it you…" Wang Lin opened his eyes, with a flash of essence in them. With his hands forming Hand Seals, he pointed fiercely at his brow. A great force rushed into his forehead, causing his Primordial Spirit to vibrate violently.

In the vibration of the Primordial Spirit, the remnants of those Divine Ability ripples here immediately appeared with strange changes. In Wang Lin's eyes, the world he saw seemed to change all of a sudden; black was no longer there, but replaced by lines connected horizontally and vertically.

"Flowing Moon… Reverse…" Wang Lin's eyes were like torches, piercing through the darkness. Those lines immediately squirmed, as if arranging themselves. Under his gaze, the void ahead seemed to carry time, and under a strange force, time reversed.

Slowly, that void also seemed to distort. Inside it, a figure of a woman in white clothes faintly appeared. This woman's face was extremely pale, and there was shocking blood on her clothes. She held a long sword in her hand, and a golden brush circled outside her body, speeding in this void.