Chapter 1491: Dominating the Inner Realm, The Madman! (Fourth Update)

Within the peculiar realm inside the Nether Beast, there was a starry sky and Cultivation Planets, but no living beings, or rather, very few. Before Wang Lin entered, there was only one person!

That was the pitiful Cultivator who had been startled twice by the Nether Beast years ago, lived most of his life in fear, and eventually believed that the realm within the Nether Beast was the true starry sky.

In this realm within the Nether Beast, on a certain Cultivation Planet, this Cultivation Planet was in a state of semi-collapse, no longer spherical, appearing heavily damaged. There were no plants on it, engulfed in a desolate silence.

A Cultivator with torn clothes and a face full of black beard squatted there, staring blankly at a corpse lying before him.

"Strange, could this person not be dead? A few days ago, I saw only a small part had grown, but now that I've been out for a few days and returned, quite a bit more has grown. Judging by this, it probably won't be long until this person is fully grown… Uh, it seems to be related to my fresh blood…" The dazed Cultivator stroked his chin, walked around the corpse several times, and even went up to kick it hard.

"Damn it, how dare you play dead in front of this King?" The Cultivator's eyes widened. After kicking the corpse and seeing no reaction, he immediately went up and kicked it several more times. Finally, he jumped up with a silly grin, stepped on the corpse, and bounced repeatedly for almost an hour before finally getting down, satisfied, and lying on the side, staring blankly at the blurry sky.

He had been searching here for countless years. The vast starry sky was boundless, and he had never seen a second person appear. He still remembered that countless years ago, he too lay here, staring blankly at the sky.

He constantly pleaded with the Immortals and gods in the sky to send down a Fellow Daoist for him to play with.

This thought arose almost every day, but this time, it was different. The moment this thought appeared, he widened his eyes and saw a flash of light in the blurry starry sky. Immediately after, he vaguely saw something fall from the sky, landing on the other side of this Cultivation Planet.

He remembered that he had been stunned for about four or five days before he finally reacted, rushing out in surprise and speeding towards the other side of the Cultivation Planet.

There, he found the badly damaged corpse, carried it back, and placed it here.

"Finally, someone to accompany me… Although it's a dead person, how can a dead person's body grow back? Oh… perhaps it is. Who knows? I'd say it might rain today… Xiao Hong, quickly go get the Rain-Sheltering Dao Spirit for this King… Huh? I ate the Rain-Sheltering Dao Spirit last time I got drunk… Then go to the Li family and ask for another one. Damn it, if they don't give it to you, tell them this King will have my brother go steal it tomorrow!

Not necessarily… maybe it's because I'm out of silver… what to do if I'm out of silver… Xiao Gui, go find my brother and tell him to get me some more. Damn it, if he doesn't give it to me, tell him this King will… uh, I'll go steal it myself!" The Cultivator muttered to himself, and as he spoke, even he didn't know what he was saying. This phenomenon appeared when he was trapped in the Seven-Colored Realm. If it weren't for this kind of rambling, nonsensical self-talk, he would have truly gone mad.

After mumbling incessantly for half a day, he let out a long breath, stood up, and looked at the corpse, his expression immediately changing to one of ferocity. He stood up with a sneer, growling, "How dare you try to scare this King? See how this King deals with you!"

With a roar, the Cultivator leaped up, and as he performed Hand Seals, a large number of Divine Abilities boomed forth, heading straight for the corpse. Amidst the rumbling, the earth trembled violently. After a long time, before the trembling could subside, the madman-like Cultivator once again conjured Divine Abilities.

Under the continuous bombardment, several days passed… During this period, if a third person had seen the Divine Abilities used by this madman, they would have been utterly terrified and extremely shocked!

"Xiao Tao Hong, take this!" The madman raised his right hand, and the heavens and earth rumbled. A giant palm print appeared, heading straight for the corpse below. However, this palm print seemed to lack power, collapsing upon impact with the corpse.

But its appearance was filled with a grand Qi. This palm print was precisely the most orthodox Spirit Command Seal! It was the supreme technique passed down by Feng Zun and left in the Divine Sect, but what this madman displayed was subtly even more correct than Feng Zun's back then!

"Xiao Yin Dao, see how this King strikes you!" With a roar, the madman raised his right hand and pointed at the sky. Immediately, the entire sky transformed into an umbrella canopy, and a giant illusory pillar appeared, supporting the heavens and earth. From a distance, it was clearly a massive umbrella!

"Burning Realm Ancient Umbrella, descend for this King!" The madman waved his right hand, and the ancient umbrella immediately shrunk, finally descending into his right hand. He held it and poked the corpse on the ground. Unfortunately, although this technique seemed powerful, it actually had no real might, dissipating instantly upon touching the corpse.

"Old man Li Guang, take an arrow from this King!" The madman laughed wildly, raising both hands as if holding an imaginary bow. As he released his grip, though he held no bow, an arrow of Qi appeared out of thin air, shooting straight for Wang Lin below.

"Seven-Colored Little Lady, your husband was forced away by my brother. I say, why don't you just follow this King? How good would that be? Look, this King also knows the Seven-Colored Technique!" The madman raised his right hand, and instantly, seven-colored light emerged, vaguely forming a giant Dharma Wheel that rumbled as it spun.

As time passed, the madman incessantly chattered, also displaying a large number of other Divine Abilities that had almost never appeared in the Inner Realm or Outer Realm!

It wasn't until several days later that the madman slowly stopped, panting heavily on the side, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Not bad, not bad, this King's Divine Abilities have improved again, excellent! Now it's time to practice strength." He muttered to himself, stood up again, and walked to the corpse. In the corpse's hand, there was a bow!

The corpse held it tightly. The bowstring was broken, one end still attached to the bow, while the other end was fused with the corpse's flesh and deeply embedded within the meat.

Beside the corpse, the madman rubbed his hands, grabbed the bow, and, red-faced, desperately tried to pull it out. As he pulled, his body repeatedly jumped, and his roars were incessant.

"Damn it, this cursed person from the Ancient Kingdom, holding Li Guang's bow, has so much strength even in death… Eh, what did I just say? Ancient Kingdom? Li Guang's bow?"

The madman paused, let go, and thought for a long time. He blinked, looked at the corpse, and muttered to himself, "Ancient Kingdom, so familiar… seems like a lot of hatred…"

After a long while, he couldn't remember anything. He scratched his head, sighed deeply, squatted down, and stared blankly at the corpse before him. He raised his right hand, bit his fingertip, and placed it in the corpse's mouth.

"Drink, drink more, quickly grow your body back completely, then play with me…" He had been feeding his fresh blood to this corpse for more than just a day or two; almost ever since he saw the corpse, he would feed it a little blood whenever he remembered.

"This King's fresh blood is very precious. How many years did that Li family girl beg? I only gave her one drop. And who was that other person? Who was it? Xiao Hong, who was it?

Oh, it seems it was the Saintess of some sect, the one who was later abducted. If I hadn't pitied her, this King wouldn't have given it to her.

A single drop of this King's fresh blood is more precious than even a Dao Saint!

Sigh, no food. Xiao Hong, go to Chi Mo's house and get me some fruits, those 'Dream Fruits' that ripen once every hundred thousand years. Go get them for me. Damn it, if they don't give them to you, tell them this King will have my brother go steal them tomorrow!"

As the madman muttered, he completely failed to notice that the corpse, which had been rapidly recovering, immediately slowed its recovery speed after absorbing his blood, and then instantly stopped. Not only did it not recover, but it reversed, making the injuries even more severe.

Vaguely, it seemed that within the corpse, a power was fiercely repelling this blood, making it impossible for them to coexist. Yet, amidst this repulsion, a trace of Fusion subtly emerged… This corpse was none other than Wang Lin!

The blood from this madman within him was incompatible with the dao ancient power, and the two fiercely devoured each other, as if vying for life and death. In this mutual devouring, Wang Lin's body underwent a peculiar change. This change subtly seemed to be altering his Bloodline… a transformation from a Mortal to a true Immortal!

Furthermore, amidst this change, the bow that Li Guang had brought in, which no one could recognize as its master after his death—not even Old Ghost Zhan believed anyone in the world could make it acknowledge them—slowly began to undergo a world-shaking transformation that would astonish all great powers!

If Old Ghost Zhan had witnessed it firsthand, even with his cultivation, he would have shown an expression of disbelief!

The broken bowstring, the section that had grown into Wang Lin's body, was slowly being assimilated by Wang Lin's subtly changing Bloodline. Along the bowstring, this Bloodline Power permeated the entire bow.

Vaguely, the bow emitted a series of excited cheers that only Wang Lin could perceive. These cheers were like the joyous calls of the bow, having lost its master for countless tens of thousands of years, finding a new master once more!

In fact, from the bow's own perception, the Bloodline currently changing within Wang Lin was ten or even a hundred times purer than that of its former master, like the difference between water and wine!

The madman stared blankly at the sky, muttering to himself incessantly.

"It's raining… Uh, Xiao Hong, come rub my shoulders for me…"

"Go tell my brother that this King is tired today and won't be Cultivating. I want to go out and play… Tell him not to look for me; this King will return when I've had enough fun. If he dares to drag me back like he usually does, I'll sever ties with him!"

Four chapters released! Although it's not during the double-points period, Er Gen will continue to fight. Tomorrow, I can't guarantee four chapters, but tomorrow, there will still be a burst, at least three chapters! I want to see how many chapters I can write by the 15th, in half a month!