Chapter 1424: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Borrowed Power!!

He saw that after the tens of thousands of Cultivators had surrounded the area, there were surprisingly eight Corpse Mountains!!

Corpses piled up like mountains!

The blood of the countless corpses had already dried up, standing tall as eight great mountains. The sinister atmosphere grew thicker as Wang Lin's gaze swept outwards.

However, this was not the end. As Wang Lin's gaze continuously swept outwards, he saw even more, causing his mind to tremble.

Beyond the Corpse Mountains, there were eight gigantic Dragons in the space between heaven and earth, each tens of thousands of feet long. These giant Dragons opened their mouths, filled with fierce flames. However, at this moment, they had all turned into stone, yet a strange power enveloped their bodies, keeping these eight giant Dragons perpetually suspended in mid-air.

The Dragon heads were aimed directly at the stone platform, seemingly roaring at the person who once sat on the chair upon that platform!

Behind the giant Dragons, enormous Magic Treasure battle chariots, each a thousand zhang in size, suddenly appeared on the floor of the boundless hall. These chariots looked extremely terrifying, covered in sharp spikes and permeated with dark brown blood, clearly having exerted immense power in the past.

Floating around the battle chariots were numerous Cultivators standing on Flying Swords. Their bodies were also petrified, but they maintained their mid-air postures, exuding Killing Intent.

Behind them, a glance revealed no less than several hundred thousand Cultivators in all directions. These people all maintained their actions from when they were alive, appearing to rush forward frantically.

The number of Cultivators was boundless… Moreover, within these groups of Cultivators, nearly a hundred tall figures stood towering. These figures had their backs to the stone platform, waving their hands as if trying to drive something away… Further away, eight gigantic shadows, nearly as tall as the hall itself, appeared earth-shatteringly, launching a frenzied massacre against the Cultivators charging toward them.

As he continued to look, Wang Lin's mind trembled even more. Gradually, he saw a highly unique Cultivator located right at the very front, facing the stone platform's seat.

This Cultivator held an umbrella. After opening it, he floated in mid-air. Although his entire body was petrified, his left hand was raised, pointing toward the stone platform's throne from afar!

Behind him, as Wang Lin's gaze swept past, he saw the last person standing within this palace!

This was a Cultivator with closed eyes. He floated in mid-air, his left hand stretched out, forming a loose fist as if grasping something, and his right palm was curved, seemingly pulling.

If a bow were placed in his hands, this posture would clearly be that of drawing a bow!

Inside the quiet palace, only the faint sound of candlelight burning slowly drifted in. After a long time, Wang Lin retracted his gaze and looked at the huge stone platform below. He remained silent for a moment, then slowly descended, stepping onto the stone platform.

Standing there, Wang Lin looked up. The endless Cultivators below, with their ferocious expressions and eyes brimming with crazed Killing Intent, seemed to focus entirely upon Wang Lin in that instant.

The Evil Qi arriving from all directions approached with a thunderous roar, as if it were substantial.

Wang Lin subconsciously retreated several steps, stopping before the seat, his complexion even paler.

Especially the gigantic Rift extending forward from the bottom of the stone platform—the overwhelming Killing Intent remaining within it was like a Flying Arrow whistling from afar, breathtakingly magnificent. It roared past countless Cultivators, past battle chariots, past the Ancient Three Races figures, finally heading straight for the stone platform, carving out a huge Rift that pointed directly at the person who once sat on the stone platform's seat!

In the silence, there seemed to be a pull from the unseen. From the five voices that had appeared in Wang Lin's mind during the previous several ascensions of the tomb platform, a power slowly germinated and merged into Wang Lin's entire body, causing him to stand beside the seat and slowly sit upon it!

The moment his body settled onto the gigantic seat, Wang Lin's body violently shuddered, then rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into the several-hundred-zhang tall Ancient God True Body!

Six Ancient God Star Points materialized from his glabella, spinning rapidly. But at this moment, a burst of Demonic Qi suddenly spread out from the seat, rushing directly into Wang Lin's body via his left hand, finally settling in his left eye, forming six illusory Star Points.

In an instant, an overwhelming Devilish Qi whistled out. The moment it materialized from the seat, it rushed into Wang Lin's body via his right hand, finally condensing in his right eye pupil, also manifesting six Star Points!

Although the Star Points in his eyes were illusory, once they appeared, they intersected with the six Star Points in his glabella, and their trajectories of rotation were exactly identical.

Furthermore, in this instant, Wang Lin's mind roared. Time seemed to rapidly reverse upon him; gradually, he forgot everything. Slowly, an imposing dignity emanated from him. This dignity was a dominating Aura, a Might of Battling Heaven, an Aura that allowed him to gaze coldly upon tribulation even if the heavens collapsed and the earth split!

He calmly looked ahead, his expression slowly becoming serene, but that imposing dignity grew thicker and thicker. Under continuous accumulation, the current Wang Lin actually emitted an Aura that would make even a Third Step Mighty Figure tremble before him!

The first to sense this Aura was Venerable Ling Dong, who was inside the Heavenly Emperor Furnace located in Wang Lin's glabella Star Point. He was originally exerting all his effort to suppress Zhou Jin and continuously cooperate with the Heavenly Emperor Furnace for refinement. But at this moment, the instant that overwhelmingly dominant Aura accumulated within Wang Lin, Venerable Ling Dong's expression immediately changed drastically, turning pale in an instant. Fear actually appeared in his eyes. He abandoned all actions, and his body was even forced out of the Heavenly Emperor Furnace, forced out of the Star Point, and forced out of Wang Lin's body.

It was as if, had he not left, he would have been crushed by this oppressive might, causing his Physical Body to explode and his form and spirit to be extinguished. The starlight in Wang Lin's glabella flashed, and as the Star Points rotated, Venerable Ling Dong materialized from within. After hastily appearing, he immediately faced Wang Lin and knelt upon the platform.

Only after kneeling did the oppressive might slightly dissipate, yet it remained powerful, as if countless mountains were pressing down on him. He felt as though he was not a Third Step Mighty Figure, but merely a Mortal. Trembling, he didn't even dare to raise his head.

Inside the Heavenly Emperor Furnace, there was still the Third Step Mighty Figure Zhou Jin. His nature was unyielding; he would never submit easily. Even refinement would be extremely difficult. Had it not been for Ling Dong's suppression and the coercion of the eight drops of poison liquid around him, he would absolutely not have given up easily.

But at this moment, the oppressive might emanating from Wang Lin's body instantly turned the face of this Feng Tian Wolf Tribe strongman pale, and his eyes revealed incredible terror. The pervasive might actually caused the eight drops of poison liquid outside his body to loosen, and the twenty Sealed Ancient Breath Leaves to show flaws!

The instant everything loosened, Zhou Jin's body swayed, and he forcefully burst out of the confining Heavenly Emperor Furnace, flashing into appearance directly from Wang Lin's glabella.

The moment he appeared, the earth-shattering oppressive might emanating from Wang Lin crashed down upon Zhou Jin, causing Zhou Jin's expression to change once more. He subconsciously retreated a few steps, his eyes revealing overwhelming terror.

This Aura made him afraid, made him tremble, and even gave him the feeling that he would instantly collapse with just a single thought from the opponent. It seemed that before this figure, even he, a Third Step void nirvana Cultivator, was like an ant!

This feeling was one that even the Five Venerables of the Ancient Times could not impose upon Zhou Jin!

It was as if, before the person possessing this dominant Aura, all living beings in heaven and earth must be terrified and tremble, and must kneel before him. To not kneel meant death!

The oppressive might constantly accumulating on Wang Lin had not yet erupted, but merely through this frantic accumulation, it had already reached an indescribable level, overwhelmingly dominant, like a King Emperor!

Even the Heavens seemed to bow their heads before him!

Even the Earth seemed to roll back and worship him!

Zhou Jin's body trembled, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he retreated several steps with heavy thuds. The descending oppressive might caused loud thumping sounds from his legs, as if a force was pressing down on his shoulders, forcing him to kneel and submit!

But he was not Ling Dong; he had not been refined. As a Third Step Mighty Figure, and as the Old Ancestor of the Feng Tian Wolf Tribe, he did not kneel to Heaven and Earth, nor did he revere ghosts and gods. The greater the oppressive might became at this moment, the more he struggled. The strongman's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, stubbornly refusing to kneel!

He clearly knew that the opponent absolutely could not possess such a powerful Aura within such a short time. He could tell with a single glance that this Aura did not belong to the person before him, but was borrowed!

Power borrowed from this strange seat!

This Aura, this oppressive might, could dissipate at any time. But if he submitted before it vanished, his Dao Heart would be flawed, and he might never escape the shadow of having knelt before someone as a Third Step Mighty Figure for the rest of his life. Not only would his cultivation stagnate, but it was also highly likely he would become the opponent's slave, just like Ling Dong!!

Amidst his struggle, the low roar of the Feng Tian Wolf Tribe strongman echoed throughout the quiet palace. Large amounts of sweat poured from his forehead, and his entire body thumped continuously. His legs trembled incessantly, but he grit his teeth and persisted. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his clothes and staining them red!

However, just as Zhou Jin was putting all his effort into resisting, the borrowed Aura within Wang Lin's body seemed to reach its limit. The moment the Star Points in his eyes and the Star Points in his glabella roared into rapid rotation, these eighteen stars suddenly paused!

The instant the rotation stopped, the accumulated Aura and oppressive might within Wang Lin erupted frantically. This oppressive might burst forth with an Aura several times, ten times, even a hundred times stronger than before, sweeping across all directions and impacting the entire palace!

Zhou Jin spat out blood, his mind felt torn apart, his Dao Heart shattered, and all his resistance instantly collapsed. In his eyes, the current Wang Lin was like an unconquerable King Emperor, displaying a dominance that made heaven and earth tremble!

With a thud, this Feng Tian Wolf Tribe strongman knelt there. Like Ling Dong, he trembled, not daring to raise his head in the slightest… He had submitted… Wang Lin seemed unaware of any of this. His gaze appeared to pierce through Ling Dong and Zhou Jin, looking forward. In his eyes, all the Cultivators surrounding the stone platform seemed to reverse time, returning to countless years ago.

The slaughter shook the heavens! What moved was not the already deceased people outside the stone platform, but Wang Lin's mind and the scenes buried in time that surfaced in his eyes… In the scene, an umbrella was opened.

Beneath the umbrella, a middle-aged scholar silently gazed from afar at the being on the seat, separated by countless charging Cultivators. He raised his left hand and pointed forward!

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