Chapter 1425: Peak of the Cloud Sea Legacy (Part One)

This finger strike shook the earth!

In Wang Lin's eyes, the earth around the stone platform vibrated violently, and roars shook the heavens. He saw tens of thousands of Cultivators charging madly forward, stirring up a sweeping storm that headed straight for the stone platform.

Behind these tens of thousands of Cultivators, ten times that number, or even more, charged forward at extreme speed with low growls, as if fearless of death.

Further away, massive war chariots approached slowly, emitting rumbling sounds. They glowed with brilliant light, and beams of light capable of destroying everything whistled forth!

Just then, the Void Realm above the palace seemed to be torn open by a huge Rift. Nearly a hundred Ancient Three Races, each a thousand zhang in size, descended with a roar from within. Their appearance caused the collapse of this world, and their roars instantly drowned out the clamor of the countless Cultivators fighting here.

Amidst rumbling sounds, these nearly hundred Ancient Three Races landed on the ground. Divine Ability, Physical Body strength, Magic Treasure, and all other attacks rapidly unfolded, with these hundred or so members of the Ancient Three Races single-handedly resisting hundreds of thousands of Cultivators!

These scenes were extremely real, as if Wang Lin had stepped into the river of time and appeared on this battlefield of yesteryear, witnessing it firsthand. He sat there calmly, just like the person who once sat here, coldly observing everything before him.

A confident and domineering Aura continuously accumulated and erupted within his body, making Wang Lin at this moment seem like a different person.

The heavens rumbled, and from the Rift above, eight colossal figures as tall as the sky appeared. With a thunderous descent, these eight giants landed on the earth, and their appearance immediately caused chaos!

These eight giants possessed extremely powerful Physical Body strength. With each swing of their arms, wind and thunder surged, and many Cultivators who were touched spat blood and retreated. Some Cultivators even had their Physical Bodies directly collapse and perished.

But at the very moment these eight giants appeared, the Cultivator holding the umbrella in the distance emitted low incantations from his mouth. The heavens and earth twisted, suddenly transforming into a mirror. From within this mirror, roars echoed, and eight ten-thousand-zhang giant Dragons burst forth, circling the heavens and earth with ferocious expressions. Their Dragon heads faced the stone platform, letting out earth-shattering roars!

They looked as if they intended to break through all obstacles and devour the stone platform.

An indescribable feeling, perhaps because this illusory scene was too real in Wang Lin's eyes, or perhaps because the borrowed momentum was fusing within his body, made Wang Lin transform into the man who once sat on this chair, fighting the heavens and treading the earth.

He slowly raised his arm, suddenly clenched his fist, and punched forward through the Void Realm.

"Divine Shock, Soldiers Take Your Positions!"

With one punch, the heavens and earth within the illusory scene rumbled, and an astonishing vibration surged forth from this punch. In the scene, the several thousand Cultivators rapidly approaching the front of the seat all trembled violently.

Amidst echoing thuds, these several thousand Cultivators spat out fresh blood, their bodies twisting strangely, as if a Vortex had appeared out of thin air around them. Their bodies were pulled by this Vortex, as if beyond their own control, and they actually arranged themselves into four neat rows from their scattered positions!

It wasn't just this one location; with this single punch, all tens of thousands of Cultivators closest to the stone platform in all directions spurted blood, and their bodies strangely shifted positions, forming neat battle formations!

A dense Death Qi permeated the air. In these formations in all directions, all the Cultivators were, with this one punch, shattered in their internal organs, shattered in their Primordial Spirits, and had all their vitality collapsed!

Wang Lin's swinging fist paused in mid-air. He slowly drew it back, gradually loosening his fist into a palm, and casually waved it forward.

"Demonic Technique, Beacon Fires Form Mountains!"

As he waved, thick flames immediately ignited above the heads of the tens of thousands of Cultivators arranged in formations in all directions. These flames were green, like Demonic Fire, and as they appeared, billowing smoke rose into the sky. From a distance, it looked like beacon fires soaring heavenward.

With one wave, the rising smoke immediately seemed to be swept by a strong wind, heading straight for the hundreds of thousands of Cultivators below. It passed through their bodies, forming eight smoke mountains made of beacon smoke around the stone platform!

As soon as the smoke mountains formed, a huge suction force immediately permeated them with a rumble. This suction force was extremely powerful, seemingly irresistible, and it rapidly pulled in the hundreds of thousands of Cultivators from all around.

No matter how they resisted, they could not break free from this suction force. In an instant, piercing screams shook the heavens and earth. The hundreds of thousands of Cultivators were swallowed by these eight smoke mountains, and as the smoke dissipated, these eight smoke mountains had, astonishingly, become mountains of corpses!

After one punch and one wave, Wang Lin's right hand paused in mid-air. He extended his index finger and pointed forward!

"Demonic Path, Life and Death Reversal!"

Unfamiliar words slowly came from Wang Lin's mouth. At his command, the massive war chariots behind the hundreds of thousands of Cultivators all trembled. A ripple seemed to spread from Wang Lin's finger, shaking heaven and earth. As it spread, the many war chariots, at a speed visible to the naked eye, had all their vitality reversed, turning into Death Qi. At the same time, they abruptly stopped moving and solidified in place.

Furthermore, as this ripple continuously spread, the eight ten-thousand-zhang giant Dragons roaring towards the stone platform all trembled. Under this Demonic Path technique, they had no power to resist whatsoever; all the vitality within their bodies was reversed into Death Qi!

The reversal of life and death, the transformation from living to dead, was completed in an instant!

The eight giant Dragons remained in their previous postures, floating in mid-air, motionless!

Not only them, but every single Cultivator touched by this spreading ripple suffered the same fate: their vitality turned into Death Qi, and their souls perished instantly!

"Divine, Demonic, Devil, Ancient Dao Without Immortals!" Wang Lin murmured. He turned his extended finger into a palm and gently clapped forward. With this clap, the Ancient God Star Point between his brows rapidly spun, astonishingly becoming six stars, then directly nine stars. Even the twelve star points in his eyes simultaneously surged, reaching eighteen stars as they spun!

Nine-Star Ancient God!

Nine-Star Ancient Demon!

Nine-Star Ancient Devil!

The power of the three races seemed to fuse at this instant, transforming into a dao ancient power that merged into Wang Lin's right hand. With his clap, a massive phantom figure astonishingly materialized on the stone platform, in front of Wang Lin!

This phantom figure had only a head, and its head alone was as tall as the heavens and earth. From it emanated an ancient Qi that seemed to have existed as long as the entire starry sky, though it was slightly blurry, making its true appearance unclear.

After this head appeared, it opened its mouth and exhaled a breath. This breath swept forth like a fierce wind, rushing forward with a rumble. Wherever it passed, all the dead Cultivators' bodies stiffened, and even showed signs of petrification.

At this very moment, directly opposite the stone platform, in the scene, the middle-aged scholar holding the umbrella seemed to sigh softly. As he held the umbrella with his right hand, a seven-colored light astonishingly spread from it. These seven colors, like a rainbow, intertwined in an instant, seemingly forming a seven-colored sun that rapidly unleashed its seven-colored light in all directions.

The dao ancient power and this seven-colored light clashed in an instant, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. But just then, a heaven-shattering roar suddenly erupted!

Behind the umbrella-wielding man, the Cultivator who had been continuously closing his eyes now held a great bow flashing with nine Seals. The branches of this bow were made of bone, the grip carved with the sun and moon, and the tips imprinted with the starry sky. The bowstring, made of an unknown material, exuded an ancient Aura.

At this moment, it was drawn by the black-clad Cultivator into a full moon, and a pitch-black long arrow, bearing nine feathers, astonishingly appeared in the bow.

The shaft of this arrow was covered in scars, as if it had endured countless battles over endless years, killing numerous Cultivators. An astonishing Killing Intent wildly condensed upon it.

He drew the bow with closed eyes, then released it and opened his eyes!

With a roar, the arrow in the bow shot forth from the string, whistling forward with an indescribable Aura. Its speed was so great that it caused the heavens and earth to collapse, and a huge Rift was forcibly torn in the earth, speeding forward with the arrow!

The arrow flew through the air, breaking through all obstacles as it sped. Wind and thunder surged as it advanced, like the light that shot down the sun, suppressing all sounds in this world, replacing everything, and piercing through the Void Realm.

It pierced through the seven-colored light unleashed by the umbrella-wielding man, pierced through the destructive breath exhaled by the phantom head formed by the dao ancient technique, and pierced through everything. It was as if, beneath this arrow, even the starry sky, even time, even everything, could not stop it!

Amidst rumbling sounds, sharp cries, and surging whistles, this arrow plunged into the dao ancient breath, seemingly igniting. It directly broke through this breath, and in a flash of light, stabbed into the left eye of the illusory head!

It passed directly through, carrying the head's left eye.

One could clearly see a blood-soaked left eye on the arrow tip, which, along with the arrow, directly broke through the heavens and earth, broke through this palace, and sped into the Void Realm, its destination unknown.

An overwhelming surge of intense pain erupted from Wang Lin's mind, a tearing agony that seemed to rip apart his memories and his very being. As that arrow whistled past, blood astonishingly flowed from Wang Lin's left eye, and the nine borrowed Demonic Stars within his left eye violently shattered.

"Dao Record Li Guang shot down my left eye. Within that left eye, half my life's memories and my longing for my homeland are contained…"

The voice that had appeared before now echoed in Wang Lin's mind. At this moment, under the intense pain, he seemed to have completely forgotten himself, transforming instead into the dao ancient Ye Mo!

"Give me back my left eye!!" A roaring sound reverberated thunderously through the heavens and earth. With the roar, the breath exhaled by the massive phantom head surged forward, collapsing the umbrella-wielding man's seven-colored technique and sweeping directly over his body. The umbrella-wielding man's mouth curved into a bitter smile, and his body gradually lost all vitality, turning into a stone figure. Even his umbrella likewise petrified.

Furthermore, as this breath swept through and passed the middle-aged man, it landed on the arrow-shooting Cultivator behind him. This Cultivator remained silent, closing his eyes, and his body instantly turned into a stone figure, maintaining his posture from before death.

"I have fulfilled my promise to you…" At the moment he closed his eyes, he spoke his first and last words.

Recommended new work by Ni Cangtian: Killing God, book number: 1911245. Ni Cangtian's books are always excellent works, and this one is no exception, hehe.