Chapter 1480: Dominating the Inner Realm, The Heaven-Splitting Axe Held for Ten Thousand Years!

A single sentence, though a roar that shook the heavens and vibrated the entire Starry Sky, could not restore the crumbled glory, nor the desperate will to survive!

The Cloud Sea Cultivators, under the assault from the Outer Realm, were reduced to less than ten thousand, continuously dying. The Cloud Sea Cultivators retreated… one person retreated, then everyone retreated, the retreat was like a receding tide, collapsing instantly!

Every Cloud Sea Cultivator revealed despair, looking at the countless Outer Realm invaders, several times their number, dense as an endless swarm. They no longer had the courage to continue fighting.

Once they retreated, in their defeat, the ferocity of the Outer Realm grew even more. The piercing, wild laughter and roars spread in all directions, reaching the ears of every single Cloud Sea Cultivator.

But they were still retreating… very few people are not afraid of death; they were afraid.

"Cloud Sea is finished…"

"Rather than dying here, it's better to save my life…"

"The great war is not over yet. Although this battle is lost, if I go to other Star Domains, there will still be a chance to fight again…"

All sorts of thoughts surfaced in the minds of every Cloud Sea Cultivator, providing them with various excuses to retreat, making their retreat even faster… Hong Shanzi did not retreat. He was locked in a death battle with six great powerful experts. He knew he absolutely could not retreat. Other Cultivators feared death, and he was powerless to stop their retreat, but he was a powerful expert of the Inner Realm. If he retreated, this battle would truly be a complete and utter defeat!

The initial defeat, for the Inner Realm that was not yet ready, would be a heavy blow, leaving the Inner Realm with no strength to continue the war… Nan Yunzi also did not retreat. He was a man of few words throughout his life but valued promises. Venerable Master had shown him great kindness back then, and he had to repay it. The Inner Realm was his home, and he had to protect it. He had no reason, as a Peak powerful expert of the Inner Realm, to retreat… In silence, Nan Yunzi's eyes revealed Battle Intent!

As the nearly ten thousand Cloud Sea Cultivators retreated, the Outer Realm Cultivators surged in frantically, like wolves entering a flock of sheep. In the slaughter, nearly ten thousand Cultivators, in their agonizing screams, having lost their glory, died another several thousand!

There was one more person who did not retreat!

He was Wang Lin!

He no longer spoke, but looked up with determination in his eyes, stepping forward directly towards the Outer Realm army that was pursuing the retreating Cloud Sea Cultivators!

With each step, a rumble echoed. Wang Lin arrived in an instant, and with a wave of his right hand, thunder roared. Immediately, a massive Thunder Diagram appeared in the Starry Sky. The moment this Thunder Diagram appeared, Wang Lin raised his right hand and violently tore at the Starry Sky!

"Open, Primordial Thunder Realm!"

The Starry Sky rumbled. Within the Thunder Diagram, a huge Rift was directly torn open. As ancient Qi rushed out, roars of Primordial Thunder Dragons directly bellowed forth. Several Primordial Thunder Dragons poked their heads out from the Rift, merging into the Thunder Diagram. From their open mouths, endless lightning bolts descended with a roar!

Each lightning bolt was ten zhang thick, descending madly after Wang Lin unleashed all his Thunder Origin!

A fire storm appeared out of thin air, forming a huge Vortex. Within it, a Vermilion Bird danced, letting out long cries as it charged towards the surrounding Outer Realm Cultivators!

The roar shook the heavens, the immense sound vibrated the Starry Sky! One person's strength blocked the pursuing Outer Realm army. One person's strength literally made this Outer Realm army stop in its tracks!

This scene, viewed from afar, was enough to shake the hearts of all Cultivators!

The Starry Sky seemed to be split. On one side were the thousands of Cloud Sea Cultivators retreating in despair!

On the other side were tens of thousands of Outer Realm troops!

In the middle, was Wang Lin!

In the Starry Sky in the middle, a massive Thunder Diagram roared. In the Starry Sky in the middle, outside Wang Lin's body, a nine-colored fire storm spun!

Wang Lin stood there calmly, his back to the thousands of retreating Cloud Sea Cultivators, gazing coldly at the endless sea of people before him!

He alone actually made the Outer Realm army dare not advance half a step!

After a brief silence, earth-shattering roars erupted from the Outer Realm army, and they charged forward in unison!

Wang Lin did not speak. He raised his right hand, and the Blood Sword materialized. After gripping it tightly, he raised his right arm, stared ahead, and took a step forward. Thunder rumbled with his movement, and the fire storm spun around him.

The moment the Outer Realm Cultivators approached, a thousand of them immediately screamed and retreated as their illusory flames burned, and nearly another thousand were struck by lightning, their Physical Bodies crumbling!

But these Outer Realm Cultivators were simply too numerous, and among them were many Cultivators with great Divine Abilities. Even if Wang Lin had reached the Third Step, let alone not yet, he would still be unable to contend against these more than one hundred thousand Cultivators!

Waves of Divine Ability storms, fused with the Outer Realm Cultivators' power, roared towards Wang Lin. This was a death battle. Wang Lin let out a low roar to the sky, not retreating a single step, but continuously fighting forward. He spat out fresh blood, staining his white robes red.

His eyes were already filled with blood, his face showed deep fatigue, his vital energy had begun to deplete, his Ancient God Power was subtly unable to keep up, and his Physical Body was already injured upon injury!

Wounds were almost all over his body!

But the number of Outer Realm Cultivators who died by his hand was incalculable, and Wang Lin did not bother to calculate. He only knew one thing at the moment: he could not find a reason to leave with peace of mind… Venerable Master's instructions, the existence of friends in the Inner Realm, his homeland where he was born and raised—all of this made him unable to retreat… His blood-red eyes turned the world before Wang Lin into a bloody hue. In this continuous slaughter, in this single person stopping the army's advance, slowly, one of the Cloud Sea Cultivators behind Wang Lin stopped.

He was a young man, a young man only in the Early Stage of Nirvana Scrutiny. He was fortunate to have survived the tragic battle just now. He turned around and stared blankly at Wang Lin in the distance behind him, at Wang Lin's back, at the endless Cultivators before Wang Lin, as if they were firmly blocked by two huge arms.

"We Cultivators, why fear a battle…?" The young man murmured, and the crumbled glory seemed to show signs of awakening and change.

Another Cloud Sea Cultivator stopped his escape, silently turning around to stare blankly at Wang Lin's back. Slowly, the Battle Intent in his eyes awakened, his eyes turned red, and a surge of madness erupted from the bottom of his heart.

"We Cultivators, why fear a battle…?"

More Cloud Sea Cultivators stopped their escape and looked back at Wang Lin. Those murmured whispers, at this moment, revealed an indescribable flavor, a flavor that could drive all passionate people mad!

"We Cultivators, why fear a battle!!"

"We Cultivators, why fear a battle!!!!" One by one, the Cloud Sea Cultivators stopped, until finally, all these thousands of Cloud Sea Cultivators, who had been fleeing like stray dogs, stopped. They all looked at Wang Lin, and in their eyes, the words Wang Lin had roared earlier clearly resurfaced in their ears!

Those words, at that moment, had been so pale and powerless in their ears, unable to stir their hearts in the slightest, unable to create a single ripple. But now, Wang Lin used his actions to clearly tell all the Cloud Sea Cultivators what it meant to say, "We Cultivators, why fear a battle!!"

Although their Cloud Sea glory had crumbled, Wang Lin gave them another glory, a glory of battle!! To fight for Cloud Sea, to fight for their homeland, to fight for everything they wanted to protect!!

At this very moment, the massive Heaven-Splitting Axe within the Sealed Realm Great Formation fell again, roaring forth, causing five thousand Outer Realm Cultivators to collapse and die. Also at this very moment, Wang Lin suddenly looked up, staring at the Heaven-Splitting Axe. Under the gaze of the thousands of Cloud Sea Cultivators behind him, Wang Lin soared up!

"Venerable Master, help me!!"

Wang Lin's roar spread, directly shaking into the Sealed Realm Great Formation, into the soft light that trapped the Palace Lord of the Heavenly Punishment Hall, into that jade pendant!

Within the jade pendant, Venerable Master's remnant Divine Sense seemed to erupt with the last surge of his life's power. As it spread majestically, the soft light directly merged into the entire Sealed Realm Great Formation.

Moreover, following the Sealed Realm Great Formation, it directly entered the Heaven-Splitting Axe, which was slowly rising after having struck once! Permeated by this merged light, the massive Heaven-Splitting Axe violently trembled!

A tremendous struggle seemed to emanate from within, resisting the soft light. But as the soft light continuously poured in, and as rumbling sounds spread across the Starry Sky, this massive Heaven-Splitting Axe was forcibly suspended in mid-air, and waves of Ancient God Aura rapidly diffused from within!

"Sealed Realm Heaven-Splitting Axe, please lend yourself to my Legacy inheritor, for a moment…" An ancient voice emanated from within the Sealed Realm Great Formation, reaching the ears of every Cultivator!

Nan Yunzi's eyes revealed sorrow; how could he forget this voice!

The red-clothed woman fighting him changed her expression, and a rare flicker of apprehension flashed in her eyes. Memories of past events filled her mind.

Hong Shanzi's expression was calm, but the moment this voice appeared, his eyes held a hint of nostalgia, as if he had returned to the past, debating the Dao with the obstinate Venerable Master who had just arrived. He had once severely criticized the other's pedantry, but Venerable Master had always smiled, shaking his head without speaking.

Han Yi Tongzi also heard this voice, and fear showed in his eyes. The person he feared most in his life was not the Outer Realm Venerable Master, nor the Immortal Consort, but this Venerable Master!!

Amidst the ancient voice, the Heaven-Splitting Axe stopped struggling. Its size rapidly shrunk, eventually becoming less than a few zhang, but the Ancient God Aura on it intensified wildly!

Wang Lin leaped up, and under the gaze of thousands, he grasped the Heaven-Splitting Axe!

This was an ancient Magical Artifact, the strongest weapon of the Royal Clan, an axe that could split the heavens!

The moment he grasped the axe, the Ancient God Star Points on Wang Lin's glabella spun with a roar, and an Aura comparable to when he received the dao ancient Legacy erupted rapidly from Wang Lin's body!

For countless years, since being sealed within the Great Formation, Wang Lin was the first Ancient God to wield this Heaven-Splitting Axe!

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