Chapter 1427: Peak of the Cloud Sea Legacy (Part Three) First Update!

Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the illusory, bulging net in the Void Realm before the distant palace, and beyond the net, at Tuo Sen, who was roaring, swinging his fists, and furiously trying to break through the net to enter the palace!

As his gaze, like lightning, fell upon the illusory net, the struggling flow of time slowly stretched out.

Eleven breaths, twelve breaths… thirteen breaths!

This period of three breaths seemed instantaneous, but for Wang Lin, each breath felt like a pause in time, like three long, desolate centuries.

The extremely powerful repulsive force emanating from the seat beneath him roared like a storm, increasing with every breath, seemingly intent on destroying Wang Lin's Physical Body. Blood spilled from Wang Lin's lips again, and the veins on his face bulged constantly, trembling in rhythm with the pounding of his heart.

A low, almost inaudible roar of agony escaped Wang Lin's mouth and nose. The circulation of his primal power had reached its limit, and even with his Ancient God Physical Body, his Meridians were sending out waves of unbearable sharp pain.

It felt as if if he persisted any longer, his Meridians would explode, and even all the flesh and blood—including his blood vessels, bones, and internal organs—would shatter completely, turning him into a puddle of gore!

Amidst his roaring, Wang Lin had only one thought: he absolutely could not let this borrowed Aura leave his body, absolutely not! No matter what, he had to fight for this chance!

If he gave up, if he was forced out by the repulsive force of the seat, he would lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Wang Lin would never allow such a thing!

The six Ancient God Star Points on his glabella spun rapidly. The seventh star was slowly forming, becoming clearer and clearer, and dazzling light flashed from within the seventh star, becoming increasingly brilliant!

In his right eye, there was a Vortex of Devilish Qi. As it violently spun, a Demon Star faintly flickered within it. In that instant, as the thirteenth breath passed, a blurry Demon Star abruptly appeared in his right eye!

This was the first Ancient Demon Star. Although still blurry, its appearance was a creation from nothing, proving Wang Lin's successful resistance against the seat and preventing the dissipation of the Qi within his body!

However, the cost of thirteen breaths was immense. Wang Lin's body thumped violently; the flesh below his waist could not withstand the crushing force and abruptly burst open. Large amounts of blood stained the seat, revealing the stark white bones beneath the ruined flesh!

This kind of pain surged monstrously, far beyond what an ordinary person could endure; even contemplating it would cause one's heart to tremble!

"What does this little pain count for? Compared to the disaster I suffered back then, it's nothing!" Wang Lin sneered, the movement pulling at the corner of his mouth as he gritted his teeth.

At this moment, in Wang Lin's sight, Tuo Sen's roar within the illusory net above the palace became clearer. With booming sounds, he acted like a sharp sword pushing the net, drawing closer and closer to the stone platform where Wang Lin sat!

Wang Lin sat there, clearly able to see Tuo Sen inside the great net. Tuo Sen's expression was savage, his furious roar shook the heavens, and the eight star points on his glabella spun rapidly, emitting an Aura of eternity!

His fists swept out like a storm, constantly swinging. Every strike caused the illusory net to tremble violently, as if it could collapse at any moment!

Fourteen breaths, fifteen breaths!

In these two breaths, the repulsive force inside the seat multiplied several times again, like a pair of merciless hands sweeping up from below directly at Wang Lin, trying to drive him out of the seat!

Sixteen breaths. The moment the sixteenth breath arrived, the counter-shock within the seat seemed to reach a certain Peak, suddenly shifting. The counter-shock dissipated for an instant, transforming instead into a power of suction that vanished just as quickly!

The pushing force beneath Wang Lin vanished, but he did not relax at all. Instead, his pupils contracted. This was the calm before the storm—and after the calm came world-shattering destruction!

"Ling Dong, Zhou Jin, resist with all your might!" Wang Lin shouted without hesitation!

What the seat was drawing upon was not just Wang Lin, but more significantly, the violently beating heart connected by a strange method to the third level. Suddenly, an even more powerful Aura erupted from that heart, violently tearing through the nothingness and rushing into the seat.

The instant this Aura rushed in, the seat's suction force dispersed, replaced by a hundredfold counter-shock that erupted with a roar!

Although this hundredfold surge of counter-shock lasted only for an instant, this momentary eruption directly destroyed all the flesh and bone in Wang Lin's entire lower body.

Amidst the booming sounds, Wang Lin's legs instantly collapsed, turning into scattered gore. At the same time, Venerable Ling Dong, who was sharing the counter-shock force, suffered a violent tremor, and his entire left hand collapsed with a bang, instantly shattering.

He was also slammed by this massive force, staggering back several steps, raising his head to spit out a mouthful of blood, and tumbling back further! But despite retreating, he strictly obeyed Wang Lin's previous command. Forming Hand Seals, a massive black statue instantly materialized outside his body.

This black statue was the Demon God of the Ling Dong Clan. Its arms, which had been wrapped around itself, boomed open and pressed down firmly on Wang Lin in the Void Realm.

Zhou Jin, of the Feng Tian Wolf Clan, also turned instantly pale. His right arm made cracking sounds, the bones inside instantly shattering into powder, and the flesh of his right arm collapsed and scattered. Retreating several steps, he roared amidst the spray of blood, and suddenly, a scarlet Blood Wolf materialized behind him.

The Blood Wolf roared, passing over Zhou Jin, taking his place to once again share the destructive force emanating from Wang Lin's body!

Ling Dong and Zhou Jin shared nearly seventy percent of the seat's hundredfold explosive power. Only thirty percent fell upon Wang Lin. It was precisely because of these two that Wang Lin was able to persist for sixteen breaths!

Although the seat erupted with a hundred times the power, the Legacy Aura contained within it was also a hundred times denser. Some of this Aura directly rushed into Wang Lin's body upon collision.

Driven by this Aura, Wang Lin's body roared internally. The seventh star on his glabella, which was vaguely forming, suddenly shone with ten thousand rays of light, rapidly accelerating toward complete manifestation.

Judging by its state, the seventh star would fully appear within three breaths!

The Seven-Star Ancient God is about to appear!

Tuo Sen's roar became increasingly clear. The illusory, bulging net seemed to have been stretched to its limit, drawing closer and closer to Wang Lin. In an instant, it was less than a thousand zhang away!

Furthermore, Tuo Sen's body continuously swelled as he advanced, reaching several thousand zhang in height. His fists, like meteors, struck with booming sounds, and the illusory net finally couldn't withstand it, developing fine Rifts!

"Open for this God!! Open!! Open!!"

Tuo Sen seemed unaware of Wang Lin's presence. His fists moved faster amidst his roar, and excitement permeated his savage expression.

"Damn the dao ancient! This Legacy should belong to this God! Looking across the starry sky, no other clan member besides this God is qualified! Why do you insist on setting up these obstacles? Are you senile?!"

Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot. His lower body had already collapsed, leaving only his torso standing on the seat. But what did this pain matter? Wang Lin didn't care at all. As long as he could keep the Qi within his body and succeed in becoming a Seven-Star Ancient God, everything could be instantly restored!

The powerful recovery ability of a Seven-Star Ancient God far surpasses that of a Six-Star!

Seventeen breaths!

The hundredfold counter-shock force suddenly increased again. Although it only increased by several times, it was based on the hundredfold foundation. As a result, the intensity of this counter-shock was so fierce that even Tuo Sen, if he were sitting here, would have his entire body collapse and die!

This immense counter-shock immediately surged forth. Wang Lin's body trembled as he spat out a large mouthful of blood, his expression savage, as if he had gone mad!

"This chair, if dao ancient Ye Mo can sit in it, why can't I, Wang Lin? I will sit in it! Let's see how you try to stop me!"

The counter-shock force rolled in like a tsunami. Passing through Wang Lin's body, it entered the manifested Divine Ability forms of Ling Dong and Zhou Jin. The Demon God statue trembled and collapsed under this indescribably powerful force, turning into countless fragments that tumbled away. Ling Dong, who was also spitting blood, was thrown off the stone platform and landed on the palace floor!

Zhou Jin's Blood Wolf wailed, its entire body swept away like smoke in the wind, vanishing without a trace. Zhou Jin's body thumped internally. As he retreated, he was also flung several hundred zhang away, landing with a crash on the ground.

After the two of them absorbed more than half of the counter-shock for Wang Lin, they were temporarily unable to assist again. Everything now depended on Wang Lin himself!

Seventeen breaths!

Each breath was slow to describe, but in reality, they passed extremely quickly. The instant Ling Dong and Zhou Jin were simultaneously thrown back, the terrifying seventeenth breath arrived!

At this moment, Tuo Sen's roar shook the heavens and the earth. The illusory net seemed unable to bear the strain any longer and began to collapse across a large area. Tuo Sen's body was about to burst out, and he was less than five hundred zhang away from Wang Lin!

Starting from the seventeenth breath, the counter-shock force, already hundreds of times stronger, surged again by several times. In Wang Lin's current state, he simply couldn't resist. The seventh star point on his glabella was spinning rapidly, more than half-formed. In two more breaths, it would fully appear!

In this instant, Wang Lin suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed into the Void Realm ahead. With a roar, a petrified Ancient God body, hundreds of zhang tall, flew up from the distance, instantly seized by Wang Lin's grasp, and hurled directly toward Tuo Sen, who was about to burst out of the illusory net!

With an earth-shattering boom, as the counter-shock force inside the seat surged several times toward Wang Lin, the petrified Ancient God Body seized by Wang Lin slammed into the illusory net, hitting Tuo Sen, who had poked his head out, filled with indescribable excitement, ready to rush forth!

At the same time, the instant Wang Lin swung the body, his internal body roared. He channeled all the counter-shock force that had surged into his body—enough to make him collapse—into his right hand, rapidly transferring it into the petrified Ancient God corpse, and smashing it toward Tuo Sen!

This counter-shock force was too great. Wang Lin's right arm could not withstand it, and the moment he swung the Ancient God corpse, his right arm instantly collapsed. Nevertheless, the Ancient God corpse acted like a Sky-Breaking Rod, violently channeling the counter-shock force onto Tuo Sen's head!

A miserable shriek came from Tuo Sen's mouth. A heaven-shaking sound erupted from Tuo Sen's body, and he spat blood and tumbled backward!

"Wang Lin!!!"

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