Chapter 1407: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Old Poison of the Great Desolation

A hundred thousand Mosquito Beasts roared and filled the heavens and earth. Leading them was Wang Lin's Mosquito King. This Mosquito King was extremely loyal; to it, Wang Lin felt like a father.

As it flew out now, the Mosquito King's massive proboscis immediately rubbed against Wang Lin's body. Though its eyes still held a fierce blaze, and its entire body appeared extremely ferocious, that trace of attachment and joy in its expression was revealed only to Wang Lin alone.

A smile appeared on Wang Lin's face. He stroked the Mosquito King's many softened sharp spines, then pointed down at the blood river below.

The Mosquito King hissed. Immediately, one Mosquito Beast swooped down, flying directly towards the ground. By a blood river, it plunged its proboscis deep into the river and sucked fiercely. Its body instantly trembled, and popping sounds emanated from within. In the blink of an eye, it had actually swollen to twice its original size!

A bloody light erupted from its body, its Aura exploding forth! It abruptly raised its head and let out a hiss towards the Mosquito King. Instantly, the hundred thousand Mosquito Beasts in the area all hissed in unison. Led by the Mosquito King, they charged straight towards the ground.

From a distance, the land was densely covered, entirely with Mosquito Beasts!

Wang Lin had observed that the blood within the river held great benefits for Vicious Beasts, promoting their growth. If absorbed completely, the combat power of these hundred thousand Mosquito Beasts would increase significantly!

Seeing the Mosquito Beasts that had absorbed the blood river swell up and become even more ferocious, Wang Lin paid them no further mind. Instead, he turned his gaze towards the corpses of the Ancient God, Ancient Demon, and Ancient Demon!

The Ancient Three Races. These three corpses were utterly dead, leaving only their husks; their interiors were completely lifeless.

"If I could find an Ancient Demon body that wasn't completely dead… perhaps my Ancient Demon Clone would succeed!" Wang Lin descended, placed his right hand on the Ancient Demon corpse, circulated his Yuan Power, and murmured to himself.

Half an hour later, the rivers on the ground dried up, not a drop remaining. Everything here seemed to have been completely scavenged by Wang Lin. Even the thousand-zhang platform carried on the Ancient God's back was forcibly lifted by Wang Lin and thrown into his Storage Space.

Returning to the purple, third-order fragmented platform seized from Daoist Ling Dong, Wang Lin flicked his sleeve. The hundred thousand Mosquito Beasts, each now swollen to more than double their original size, encircled him densely, appearing extremely shocking.

Gazing through the Mosquito Beasts that filled his surroundings, Wang Lin looked down at the Ancient Three Races. They maintained their eternally unchanging posture, kneeling there ferociously.

After a moment of silence, Wang Lin chose not to take them away. Instead, he turned and, stepping onto the third-order tomb platform, shot straight into the sky. From a hidden Rift, he directly tore through and departed.

Exiting the sealed land, what unfolded before Wang Lin's eyes was an expanse of thick mist. Amidst the hissing of Mosquito Beasts, they darted through this mist, churning it into massive, rolling waves.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment. Three interconnected maps surfaced in his mind. After locating the route leading deeper into the Ancient Tomb, his eyes flashed. The third-order tomb platform beneath him shot forward with extreme speed, rumbling ahead!

Advancing unhindered along the way, shrill screams often echoed where Wang Lin passed. Within the mist hid many humanoid Vicious Beasts. But as the Mosquito Beasts spread out, before these beasts could even approach Wang Lin, they were immediately rushed and torn apart by the large swarms.

The scent of blood permeated Wang Lin's surroundings. His expression remained calm as he continued forward.

On the journey, Wang Lin also encountered a group of about thirty-plus Cultivators. Among their platforms, only one was second-order; the rest were all thousand-zhang.

These people's platforms were also speeding along, their expressions extremely cautious and careful. Yet, they still encountered a large group of humanoid Vicious Beasts surrounding them and were locked in a bitter, desperate battle!

Just as they were engaged in bloody combat, a roar echoed from the mist in the distance. A giant Mosquito Beast charged out from the mist, ferociously scanning the group surrounded by nearly ten thousand humanoid Vicious Beasts.

Its appearance immediately drew the high attention of these thirty-plus people!

"What kind of Vicious Beast is that!!"

"A new Vicious Beast has appeared!!"

Their exclamations of shock had just begun when they abruptly ceased. The thirty-plus Cultivators each wore expressions of astonishment. What made them forcibly stop their cries was the sight of, behind that single Mosquito Beast, densely packed Mosquito Beasts suddenly roaring as they charged out from within the mist!

More and more emerged, until in the blink of an eye, there were no less than tens of thousands!

Moreover, behind the massive swarm of Mosquito Beasts, a massive tomb platform three thousand zhang in size rumbled into view! On the tomb platform stood Wang Lin, with white hair and white robes, coldly gazing at the group.

"A third-order tomb platform!" The old man standing on the second-order tomb platform's pupils constricted sharply.

The tomb platform beneath Wang Lin paused slightly. He raised his right hand and pointed forward. Instantly, the hundred thousand Mosquito Beasts around him, their eyes reddened, let out excited hisses and charged straight towards the ten thousand humanoid Vicious Beasts, unleashing a frenzied slaughter that shook the minds of the thirty-plus Cultivators.

These humanoid Vicious Beasts were not only nourishment for Cultivators, but even more so for Mosquito Beasts!

Like a sweeping gale, ten Mosquito Beasts attacked one Vicious Beast. Blood splattered, Aura shook the heavens, and roars echoed, leaving the thirty-plus Cultivators almost dumbstruck. The intense slaughter ended in an instant. Nearly ten thousand Mosquito Beasts perished or were injured, but the survivors devoured these ten thousand Vicious Beasts. Their vitality increased, making them even more powerful.

After slaughtering all ten thousand Vicious Beasts in such a short time, the Mosquito Beasts did not disperse. Instead, with their violent, blood-red eyes, they fixed their gaze on the thirty-plus Cultivators trapped within their encirclement.

It seemed that with just a point from Wang Lin, they would charge out en masse.

"I helped you eliminate the Vicious Beasts. I require your second-order tomb platform!" Wang Lin's gaze was icy as it fell upon the old man on the second-order tomb platform.

The old man's expression darkened, as if weighing his options. After a moment of silence, he said not a word. Leaping up and flicking his sleeve, he flew towards a nearby platform. Simultaneously, the originally his second-order tomb platform rumbled forth. Making way through the Mosquito Beasts, it approached Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's gaze swept over the platform. It bore a total of three hundred and twelve talisman Seals. Raising his right hand, he slapped through the air. The second-order tomb platform trembled violently, all its talisman characters forcibly shaken off. They flew straight towards Wang Lin, merging into the third-order tomb platform beneath him.

The tomb platform, now stripped of its talisman characters, shook and gradually shrank. Finally, with a bang, it collapsed, scattering its pieces around.

On Wang Lin's tomb platform, the number of talisman characters had now reached over nine hundred. Its purple hue had almost turned black, appearing startling to behold. Faintly, it seemed to show signs of evolving towards the fourth order.

"Six hundred for the third order… I don't know how many the fourth order requires… It should be soon…" No longer paying attention to these Cultivators, Wang Lin's tomb platform trembled and shot forward with even greater speed!

The Mosquito Beasts surrounding the numerous Cultivators also roared as they passed by them, returning to Wang Lin's side. Amidst their dense presence, they gradually moved further away.

The thirty-plus Cultivators each wore gloomy expressions as they watched the direction Wang Lin had departed.

"Lord Zhou, although those strange Vicious Beasts are numerous, if we resist with all our might, we might be able to break out!" A middle-aged Cultivator, somewhat unwilling, said in a deep voice.

"That person has a third-order tomb platform; how could his cultivation be weak! Moreover, those Vicious Beasts obey his commands. Even if we broke out, we would be severely injured. It's not worth the loss…" The old man who previously owned the second-order tomb platform shook his head.

The middle-aged Cultivator frowned and was about to speak when suddenly, a shocking change erupted!

Wang Lin hadn't gone far. His body abruptly shuddered, and he whirled around to look at the distant group of Cultivators, his pupils sharply contracting. The Mosquito Beasts around him also suddenly trembled, uniformly retreating. Even their hisses carried a sense of terror.

Beneath that group of Cultivators, the mist churned frantically, transforming into layers of mist waves that surged skyward. Moreover, intense rumbling sounds reverberated. Immediately after, an enormous arm, fully ten thousand zhang thick, burst forth from within the mist!

It was as if deep within the mist, there existed an infinitely large giant. At this moment, it extended its right hand, piercing through the mist. Its fingers were like mountains, abruptly descending from below to envelop these thirty-plus Cultivators. Before these people, their expressions drastically changing, could even dodge, the arm rumbled closer. Opening its five fingers, it fiercely grabbed!

With a boom, the platforms beneath these thirty-plus people suddenly collapsed. Countless stone fragments scattered as all of them were seized within the giant palm.

The ten-thousand-zhang-thick arm rapidly descended. Amidst the mad writhing of the mist, it retracted back into the mist and vanished.

All of this happened in an instant! From the arm's extension to its retraction, it was merely a blink of an eye.

After a long while, the mist gradually calmed, everything returning to normal.

Had one not witnessed it with their own eyes, no one could believe that just a moment ago, thirty-plus Cultivators had existed here…

Wang Lin fell silent, a cold light flashing in his eyes. That giant arm had shaken his mind. Moreover, within that arm, there seemed to be an Aura similar to that of an Ancient God. But its appearance was too sudden and vanished too quickly; Wang Lin couldn't analyze that Aura carefully.

But he could see that the force of that arm's grab was impossible to resist!

"Ancient Tomb…" The cold light in Wang Lin's eyes gradually dissipated. He lowered his head to glance at the endless mist below. The eeriness and mystery here were growing stronger and stronger.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Lin proceeded through the mist with even greater caution, following the route in his mind as he sped forward.

"If this map is correct, ahead lies another sealed land. That place has already been opened by someone. What is sealed within is also a fourth-grade Dao Spirit… Finding that place will confirm the direction is correct. Continuing forward, I can head deeper into this tomb!

And that woman from the Fengmie Clan… I secretly left a mark on her and can sense her location. She is also ahead now… I have great use for this woman. I must uncover the secret of her two instances of not dying… If I could apply it to myself…" Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and his speed increased.

Far ahead of Wang Lin, just as he suspected, there was a sealed land. At this moment, within this sealed land, a sky-shaking battle raged! In a gloomy world, fierce winds howled. Two figures clashed and fought in mid-air, the sounds of their battle echoing.

Below, nearly a hundred Cultivators also engaged in battle. Among them, the Fengmie Clan woman was filled with murderous intent, with nearly ten dead or injured around her.

"Miao Yin, today you dare to snatch this old man's Dao Spirit? This old man's true self will immediately invade the Sea of Sound and engage your true self in a decisive battle!"

"Old Poison of the Great Desolation, you came here with a split soul, but this humble one came with a Clone. Here, you are no match for me. Kill your split soul, and your true self would still dare to go to the Sea of Sound? Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Your temperament is eccentric. Within the Primordial Stars, aside from that old bird who can't leave the Fall, you have no second close Fellow Daoist. In this Ancient Tomb, no one will help you. What do you have to compete with this humble one for the Dao Spirit!"