Chapter 1394: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Words of Love, Killing Tribulation

Wang Lin was a person who repaid grudges tenfold. Having been ambushed the moment he entered, how could he let it go? Moreover, this Ancient Tomb was inherently dangerous, and everything depended on strength. If he showed any weakness, he would certainly be ganged up on.

Therefore, here, he had to be ruthless to establish his prestige!

His eyes filled with cold light as they fell upon the rapidly retreating middle-aged man. His right foot took a step forward, as fast as lightning, roaring like a meteor.

This middle-aged Cultivator's cultivation was not too high; he had not yet reached the fifth heavenly decay, possessing only the power of the third heavenly and mortal decay. The Divine Ability he had just unleashed to ambush Wang Lin the moment he entered here was done with complete confidence.

Under such an ambush, even a Cultivator with higher cultivation would be injured. After all, anyone who was sucked in would experience a brief moment of confusion and panic, and this instantaneous opportunity was enough to be fatal or cause severe injury.

Once injured, the surrounding Cultivators would certainly attack in groups. These ambushers had an agreement among themselves, which was still effective as long as they didn't encounter a strong enemy.

Of course, it was also possible for a Third Step Grand Power to be swept into the Rift, but Third Step Grand Powers were, after all, too rare. It would be unwilling to give up this opportunity to ambush and seize treasures just for fear of encountering one.

Furthermore, the pressure from a Third Step Grand Power was extremely strong; even at the moment of entering this Rift, it would spread out mightily. This way, there was no fear of making a mistake.

However, this middle-aged man never expected that although Wang Lin was not a Third Step Grand Power, he had come here not by being swept in by suction, but by stepping in himself, without the slightest panic or confusion.

His Divine Ability, moreover, was completely reflected back the moment it landed on the opponent, falling entirely on himself, causing him to immediately spit out fresh blood, his body to reel backward, his mind shocked and scalp tingling, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

He cried out in his heart that something was wrong. Without thinking, he sped away into the distance as he retreated. Seeing Wang Lin's murderous gaze now, the middle-aged man's mind roared, his face instantly turning pale without blood. Gritting his teeth as he retreated, he changed direction and rushed towards the dense mist below.

This middle-aged man's reaction was also extremely swift; he was clearly someone seasoned in battle. He vaguely perceived Wang Lin's power and knew that even if he retreated at his fastest speed, he would not be able to avoid the killing tribulation. Therefore, he desperately plunged downwards, intending to rush into the mysterious mist.

Entering the mist might lead to death, but not entering would certainly lead to death!

This was an easy, yet equally difficult, choice!

Wang Lin's figure moved like a rainbow, whistling directly towards the middle-aged Cultivator. This person was currently sinking downwards, and upon seeing Wang Lin approaching so quickly, madness appeared in his eyes. He slapped his chest with his right hand, directly spitting out a mouthful of Primordial Spirit blood. Using the blood, he performed the Blood Escape Art, which greatly damaged himself, causing his speed to surge. He slammed into the mist below, on the verge of entering it.

"He is quite a character!" His quick analysis and decisive actions revealed all the cleverness and reactions of a third heavenly and mortal decay Cultivator. However, he had ambushed the wrong person; he was now facing Wang Lin!

Wang Lin naturally would not easily reveal his Body Fixing Art too early, nor would he use the Blood Sword to kill the opponent before they could react.

As Wang Lin advanced, he raised his right hand and abruptly brought down a palm towards the middle-aged Cultivator who was about to sink into the mist. Heaven and earth roared, and the Spirit Command Seal appeared!

The rumbling sound attracted the attention of most of the surrounding Cultivators.

A phantom palm print, vast and illusory, materialized and shot straight towards the middle-aged Cultivator with unimaginable speed.

The middle-aged Cultivator, amidst his blood escape, suddenly entered the mist. He was about to rush downwards, but immediately felt the surrounding mist violently churning, and a force comparable to heavenly might descended with a roar!

The huge palm print slammed down with a boom, as if tearing through heaven and earth, directly landing on the mist. The mist rapidly writhed and surged, spreading drastically outwards, clearly revealing a massive palm print indentation in the mist!

A shrill scream was drowned out by the roar of the palm print's descent. As the palm print on the mist sank downwards, with rumbling sounds, the palm print seemed to penetrate the mist, directly entering its depths, revealing a palm-shaped black hole within the mist, a shocking sight!

Within it, a small amount of blood mist and the remnants of a destroyed Primordial Spirit diffused. It was that middle-aged Cultivator, whose body had been pierced by the palm print, collapsing and dying!

This series of actions, though long in the telling, was actually very brief. Killing a person with a raised hand, leaving behind the striking palm print on the mist which gradually became covered by the surrounding mist. Although it slightly dissipated, the power of that palm strike was seen by most of the surrounding Cultivators. Many of these Cultivators had flickering eyes, seemingly without fear, but with caution.

Even more, some looked at Wang Lin with a hint of contemplation, finding him somewhat familiar, as if they had seen him somewhere before.

Behind a floating platform in the distance, a girl in red robes showed a timid expression. It was the Fengmie Clan woman, who only had one life remaining!

She and the burly man from the Fengtian Wolf Clan were separated when they were swept into the Ancient Tomb. The burly man's whereabouts were unknown, but this girl was with Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's expression was calm. He took a step forward, quickly approaching a floating platform in front of him. The platform was about a thousand zhang in size, and on it lay a ferocious head. The head's eyes were open, revealing anger and unwillingness, and on its glabella, there was a huge blood hole, its glabella mark having been forcibly dug out.

But without needing to look at the mark, Wang Lin could sense that this head was that of an Ancient God!

In front of this head, a three-zhang-tall banner was stuck in the ground. The banner cloth hung down, not swaying at all, as if devoid of life.

Approaching here, Wang Lin immediately felt waves of repulsive force emanating from the platform, as if a protective barrier permeated it, preventing anyone from stepping on it.

While observing, Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed. He abruptly turned to look at the sky, only to see light flashing above, and another person being swept in and teleported over. After the failed ambush on Wang Lin and personally witnessing the ambusher's death, the more than ten Cultivators in the sky were already terrified and dared not attempt another ambush.

It was a woman in white robes, with long black hair draped over her shoulders, reaching her hips. Her face was exceptionally beautiful, yet it contained a coldness.

Her appearance made Wang Lin's pupils constrict. Her appearance was extremely similar to the middle-aged scholar he had seen outside the Rift earlier.

The woman in white also saw Wang Lin. As their gazes intersected, a sudden change erupted within this Ancient Tomb!

A series of dull roars suddenly came from the dim sky, moving from far to near, like raging bellows, rumbling throughout all directions. The misty ground below churned violently, as if countless evil Dragons were swimming within it, stirring the mist like angry waves.

The entire world, at this instant, felt like a secret room whose window had accidentally opened, and then suddenly closed, with no wind blowing in, becoming stuffy.

Within the Primordial Stars, the Rift in the mist rapidly contracted in this instant, finally healing completely and disappearing without a trace. Only the mist still permeated the surroundings, seemingly eternal.

The Ancient Burial Ground closed!

At the same time the Rift dissipated, a strong sense of crisis erupted from Wang Lin's mind where he stood in the tomb. A ten-zhang-wide rotating mist pillar suddenly shot up from the churning mist below. A Cultivator who failed to dodge was directly enveloped by this mist, dying quickly with a scream. The numerical mark on his glabella transformed into a flickering rune and floated to the side.

This sudden change caused a commotion among the hundreds of Cultivators. At this very moment, the impenetrable protective force surrounding some of the floating platforms in mid-air, which held heads, suddenly dissipated!

The protective force on a total of ninety-nine platforms disappeared. At the same time, dozens of mist pillars roared out from the mist below. Any Cultivator touched by them died tragically, their glabella numerical marks flying out and transforming into runes floating in mid-air.

Below Wang Lin, a mist pillar also roared upwards, its speed so fast that it was almost within ten zhang of Wang Lin in an instant. Without hesitation, Wang Lin took a step forward the moment the mist pillar struck, directly stepping onto the platform that had lost its protective force and could no longer prevent entry.

The moment his feet landed on the platform, the mist pillar brushed past the edge of the platform and roared straight into the sky, but it did not cause any harm to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was not the only smart one. As Wang Lin stepped onto the platform to dodge the mist pillar, many Cultivators swayed their bodies and rushed towards the nearest platform, vying for position.

However, there were only ninety-nine of these unprotected platforms. The protection on the others remained. As a result, among the hundreds of Cultivators here, it was inevitable that multiple people would step onto a single platform simultaneously.

Wang Lin witnessed firsthand as two people simultaneously stepped onto a platform. The moment their bodies landed, thinking they could avoid the mist, a thousand-zhang-thick mist pillar erupted from beneath the platform, instantly engulfing it. The platform, along with the Ancient Demon head and the two Cultivators on it, all dissipated and disintegrated within the mist… This was a power capable of destroying all Cultivators here; its might was so great that even a Third Step Grand Power would die if impacted!

This scene did not occur only once. In the chaos just now, more than two people appeared on over fifty platforms simultaneously. Roars shook the heavens as mist pillars, each a thousand zhang thick, erupted, almost submerging the entire world, causing all the Cultivators who witnessed this scene to be horrified!

Wang Lin's eyes suddenly narrowed. Without hesitation, he formed Hand Seals with both hands and waved them, immediately releasing a wave of Qi that spread from his body, encircling the thousand-zhang platform he was on, preventing anyone from stepping onto it!

But there were still nearly two hundred Cultivators here, and only forty-three platforms without protective barriers that could be stepped on. Those who couldn't seize a platform would be killed by the increasingly numerous and continuously rising mist pillars from below!

To live, one had to snatch a platform, and quickly, otherwise, if two people stepped onto a platform simultaneously, the platform and everything on it would be completely destroyed!

And at this moment, around Wang Lin's platform, more than ten Cultivators, with bloodshot eyes, frantically rushed towards Wang Lin!

Either live, or die together.

Like a tender vow between lovers, but here, it was somewhat inappropriate.

I hear there's a strong call for Er Gen to sing on YY. If you're not afraid of nightmares and wetting the bed at night, what am I afraid of? I'll just go for it and let out a roar…