Chapter 1510: Dominating the Inner Realm, Black Tortoise

"Yan Leizi, what happened back then isn't as you saw…" Chong Xuanzi's voice, filled with regret and sorrow for his Master, looked back at Yan Leizi with a complicated gaze as he left.

The starry sky was windless; even if there were wind, it would be caused by a Divine Ability. At this moment, the storm left by Long Panzi before his departure tore apart the red glow within the Rift, breaking all Seals upon it, clearly revealing the Seven-Colored Realm before Wang Lin.

As the bursts of seven-colored light flashed out, a frantic roar suddenly came from within the Rift. This roar was like a wild beast's, exuding bloodlust and slaughter.

Listening to this roar, Wang Lin, instead, calmed down. He silently stared at the seven-colored Rift, and after a long while, looked back at Yan Leizi behind him.

Yan Leizi's gaze remained fixed on the direction where Chong Xuanzi and the other person had left, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

Wang Lin did not know the Karma behind the deep enmity between Yan Leizi and Chong Xuanzi, but from Yan Leizi's desperate efforts after fleeing to Luotian, ultimately instigating the great war between Luotian and the Alliance, it was clear that this hatred was as deep as the sea!

"I cannot help you with this…" Wang Lin sighed inwardly. He knew the power of hatred; it was enough to drive one mad.

Yan Leizi remained silent, then after a long while, he retracted his gaze and cupped his fists towards Wang Lin, lowering his voice: "The matter between this Junior and Chong Xuanzi is a private one; please do not take it to heart, Seal Venerable. The greater situation is more important now, this Junior understands… If this great war ends with this Junior's death, then everything will vanish like smoke. If he dies in battle, it will be the same… But if neither of us dies in the end, then that will be the day this Junior seeks revenge!" The hatred in Yan Leizi's eyes was deeply hidden. He had cultivated the Dao for many years, capable of enduring for eons, so he didn't mind enduring a little longer.

He could never forget the scenes from back then. He and Chong Xuanzi were once close Fellow Daoists, and it was precisely because of Chong Xuanzi's invitation that he and his Dao Companion joined the Cultivation Alliance together.

The three often discussed the Dao. He admired Chong Xuanzi's extensive knowledge and insights, willingly obeying him, and Chong Xuanzi was also extremely courteous to him. Their relationship was like that of gentlemen, like water, yet as years passed, it became as rich as wine.

However, all of this changed completely due to one incident. Yan Leizi would often awaken from meditation, the deeply etched memory always making him clench his fists tightly and emit low roars of extreme shame and anger.

He didn't want to recall it, but the memory remained deeply ingrained, becoming the root of the pain in his heart. That thorn, deeply embedded in his flesh, had already festered, emitting a decaying smell, blackening his flesh and blood, and becoming the pain of his entire life!

Wang Lin sighed inwardly, shaking his head: "Forget it. If you can absorb the power of that Incense Black Dragon, it will also be a stroke of good fortune. I must now enter this Seven-Colored Realm; there are many dangers within, so you must not follow…"

Yan Leizi nodded, bowed to Wang Lin in farewell, and turned to walk away. His retreating figure was somewhat forlorn, exuding an air of age and helplessness, subtly desolate, containing loneliness.

Until Yan Leizi gradually walked away, Wang Lin retracted his gaze. The enmity between Yan Leizi and Chong Xuanzi clearly involved their privacy; Wang Lin would not guess, nor did he wish to guess.

Although that story was immersed in the passage of time, it must have been very painful, like water in the palm of a hand; even though it flows away, a cold sensation always remains in the palm, obscuring the warmth within and spreading throughout the body… In silence, Wang Lin turned and walked towards the Seven-Colored Realm. His steps were not fast, but each step was firm. He did not look back, nor did he hesitate. In three steps, he stepped into this, the second Seven-Colored Realm he had entered in his life!

Bursts of seven-colored light permeated this world, reflecting everything on the ground in seven colors. At a glance, this place was vibrant and colorful, easily leading one to become lost within it.

Seven colors, like a rainbow!

Standing in the sky of this Seven-Colored Realm, Wang Lin looked around. This Seven-Colored Realm was different from the place he had entered back then. Although there were mountains everywhere here, from a distance, these peaks were arranged in an orderly manner, forming a massive Formation!

This Formation was composed of nearly a hundred thousand large mountains, densely packed, giving a sense of immense grandeur.

Each of those mountain peaks was part of the Formation. Surrounding it, the deeper the mountains, the more majestic they became, with the deepest peak soaring into the sky, half-hidden by seven-colored clouds, only its lower half visible.

If it were only this, it would be fine, but what was even more shocking was that on the top of each of the hundred thousand great mountains, there was a Cultivator sitting cross-legged.

They were not meditating, but agonizing in pain! Their wails merged into a horrific and tragic symphony of the heavens and earth!

This sound could not be heard outside the Seven-Colored Realm, but within it, it directly surged into one's mind, like a hundred thousand vengeful spirits roaring and struggling, shaking heaven and earth.

Each Cultivator on the hundred thousand great mountains, while sitting cross-legged, had several sharp stone spikes piercing through their bodies, protruding grotesquely from their exteriors. From a distance, this was not meditation at all; it was clearly a scene where they were forcibly held down, their bodies restrained by those upright sharp spikes!

Each of these Cultivators raised their heads, their vacant eyes staring at the sky, emitting unconscious wails.

Blood seemed to flow endlessly from these Cultivators, running down the stone spikes and spreading to the mountain peaks, as if it would never dry up, flowing down the mountains.

This blood was originally not much; each mountain peak only had the blood of one person, which was truly insignificant compared to the massive mountain body… But nothing can resist the passage of time. With the flow of years, that trickling blood would slowly accumulate… as long as the imprisoned Cultivators did not die, as long as their bodies continued to produce blood… Wreaths of red smoke rose from each mountain peak, twisting upwards towards the very top of the highest mountain in the deepest part, within the seven-colored clouds.

A hundred thousand great mountains, a hundred thousand Cultivators!

Among these hundred thousand Cultivators, half of them clearly had a mark on their foreheads; they were all Outer Realm Cultivators! The other half were evidently from the Alliance, frozen here, having struggled for countless years.

A bloody aura permeated this Seven-Colored Realm, seemingly blending into the seven-colored light, making this beautiful seven-color appear demonic.

Phantom-like figures, floating like specters, drifted aimlessly among these hundred thousand great mountains, murmuring Daoist scriptures from their mouths.

Between the hundred thousand great mountains, there were also walking corpses, slowly moving in a daze, unable to leave this area. Their clothes were tattered, and their eyes were gray.

Wang Lin silently observed everything before him. After a long while, he slowly walked forward, entering the hundred thousand great mountains. The moment his body stepped in, suddenly, these hundred thousand great mountains seemed to trigger a Restriction. The endless, mournful wails, which had been continuous, abruptly ceased at this instant.

At that instant, the previously vacant eyes of the Cultivators on each mountain peak all moved in unison, and all their gazes, like sharp swords, directly fixed upon Wang Lin! Their wails ceased, and their vacant eyes were instantly replaced by a surge of resentment, staring intensely at Wang Lin.

With the gazes of these hundred thousand eerie Cultivators focused on him, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his steps paused slightly.

At the same time, the murmuring from the numerous inscribed ones floating among the hundred thousand great mountains also stopped, their vacant eyes all staring at Wang Lin.

It was as if Wang Lin's entry had instantly shattered the existing balance here, or as if a living person had suddenly appeared among a group of dead, abruptly sensed by all the dead Cultivators.

"Blood… blood…" In this extreme silence, a gasping sob slowly spread. This sound came from the mouth of an Outer Realm Cultivator on the mountain peak closest to Wang Lin.

With the appearance of this sound, more wails surged forth, and all the Cultivators uttered the same words!

"Blood… blood…" The eyes of the hundred thousand Cultivators immediately turned crimson. They had lost all sanity, staring intently at Wang Lin, emitting increasingly shrill roars.

Just then, a Cultivator on the top of one of the mountain peaks spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. As the blood emerged, it immediately transformed into a spreading mist of blood, within which countless ghostly shadows seemed to flicker.

Immediately after, more Cultivators simultaneously spat out blood. The blood mist instantly permeated the tops of the hundred thousand great mountains, continuously merging with each other.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a cold light. After a momentary pause, he no longer hesitated and took a direct step forward. His speed was enough to break through all void and heavens. Amidst booming sounds, Wang Lin's figure was like lightning, charging directly forward.

His speed was extremely fast. Before the red mist could fully merge, he had already rushed quite far, stepping into the depths of these hundred thousand great mountains, heading straight for the highest mountain peak.

In a flash, Wang Lin's body neared the highest mountain peak. The moment he saw this place, he witnessed a scene that made him take a deep breath!

From this position, he could clearly see that the hundred thousand great mountains here were not connected to the earth, but were supported by a giant petrified Black Tortoise beast. These hundred thousand great mountains were actually pressing down on the back of this Black Tortoise!

Or rather, these hundred thousand great mountains were not mountains at all, but the spikes on the back of this colossal Black Tortoise!

The Black Tortoise was so massive that it occupied the entire Seven-Colored Realm. On its distant, ferocious head, a person sat cross-legged. This person appeared middle-aged, yet an ancient aura emanated from his body. He sat there cross-legged, devoid of any vitality.

His body seemed to be connected to this Black Tortoise. From his heavenly spirit, a sharp spike protruded three inches. If one looked closely, it could be clearly seen that this spike emerged from beneath him, piercing through his body, penetrating his skull, and protruding three inches at its tip!

The glory of renegade immortal, the brilliance of a hundred Alliances! Congratulations to Fellow Students PST and cva03a for becoming Third Step mighty experts, assisting Wang Lin in breaking through the Seven-Colored Realm and saving Qing Shui. Er Gen feels deeply honored and specially bestows the ancient Secret Technique, Dream Return to Ancient Times, as a token of gratitude!