Chapter 1511: Qing Shui, Dominator of the Inner Realm!

Because this person was sitting cross-legged directly facing Wang Lin, Wang Lin could see the expression on his face before death. That expression was very strange, a mix of joy and shock! It was as if this person was initially ecstatic, seemingly absorbing the Xuanwu's power, but at the peak of his excitement, something terrifying happened that caused his death, resulting in this expression of both joy and shock!

Wang Lin had never seen this person's appearance, but he vaguely knew that this person was very likely the Xuanwu Saint Emperor who had rebelled from the Four Saint Sect and joined the Cultivation Alliance back then!

To the Four Saint Sect, and to the old Saint Emperor of that era, they never understood why Xuanwu would betray his clan and willingly become a dog of the Cultivation Alliance!

All of this, the moment Wang Lin saw this Xuanwu, and this middle-aged man, he vaguely had a guess.

This colossal Xuanwu stone beast, in Wang Lin's eyes, was like the two giant Dragons he saw in the ancient god's tomb back then; the aura emanating from its body was incredibly astonishing!

Although this aura was Death Qi, its power in life was enough to move Wang Lin. After a quick glance, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze, took a step forward, and instantly headed straight for the top of the highest peak.

Behind him, the blood mist sprayed by the hundred thousand Cultivators on the hundred thousand mountains condensed together, overwhelmingly surging towards Wang Lin. But Wang Lin didn't even spare it a glance; his speed was so swift that he instantly arrived at the top of the highest peak.

The moment he approached, a frantic roar suddenly erupted from the peak, echoing thunderously in all directions, transforming into countless vibrating ripples that even stirred Wang Lin's clothes.

Even the seven-colored clouds swirling around the peak were shaken loose by this roar, slowly moving away considerably, allowing the peak to clearly enter Wang Lin's sight!

With one look, Wang Lin's eyes immediately surged with madness.

He saw Qing Shui!

At the top of this highest peak, a gaunt figure with a ferocious expression was impaled onto the mountain wall by nine sharp spikes. Those nine spikes emitted bursts of seven-colored light, but they were not seven-colored nails.

This ferocious figure was precisely Qing Shui! Although his appearance had greatly changed, although he no longer had his former demeanor, and although his disheveled hair covered his contorted face, revealing only a crazed red glow and Killing Intent in his eyes, Wang Lin recognized him at first glance: he was Senior Brother Qing Shui!

Bursts of roars continuously emanated from Qing Shui's mouth. He seemed to want to break free from the nine spikes on his body but was unable to, only able to rage frantically.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill you all, kill everyone! Kill!!!" A blurry, almost distorted voice, hoarsely bellowed from Qing Shui's mouth, shaking heaven and earth.

In front of him, there was another object!

This was a seven-colored index finger, about ten zhang in size, that appeared out of thin air. This finger floated in mid-air, its slender nail touching three inches away from Qing Shui's glabella.

Its existence seemed to have been there for a very, very long time, floating there, as fine red threads continuously emerged from Qing Shui's glabella and were absorbed by that finger.

Wang Lin's scalp tingled. He vaguely felt that these hundred thousand mountains were by no means ordinary, and this formation had a special purpose, with Qing Shui clearly being the key to this formation!

"The petrified Xuanwu, ten thousand spikes forming mountains, ten thousand Cultivators becoming living dead, releasing their blood to permeate and condense their resentful Qi, transforming into a Killing Intent… What kind of formation is this!" Wang Lin moved rapidly forward in silence, instantly slipping through the gaps in the scattered seven-colored clouds, entering within. He was now less than a hundred zhang from Qing Shui!

But the moment he approached, Qing Shui suddenly looked up, but his disheveled hair still covered most of his face, revealing only his bloodshot, vacant eyes, staring madly at Wang Lin, growling and roaring.

"Kill, kill, kill!!! I want to kill everything, kill everyone, kill you all, kill all living beings!"

This roaring sound contained an astonishing Killing Intent. Wang Lin, at a hundred zhang distance, bore the brunt of it and immediately felt his mind tremble. The intensity of this Killing Intent was enough to shatter a Cultivator's Dao Heart, causing all who approached to have their Dao Heart infiltrated by Killing Intent, leading to a terrifying death, just like an extreme realm!

Wang Lin's eyes revealed sorrow. He vaguely guessed some things, but there were still a few points he didn't understand. At this moment, he stepped forward, disregarding Qing Shui's Killing Intent, and sped onward.

A hundred zhang, eighty zhang, sixty zhang, until thirty zhang!

The moment he was thirty zhang from Qing Shui, Qing Shui roared, staring fixedly at Wang Lin. As he struggled, a red lightning bolt rapidly materialized within the pupils of his frenzied eyes.

This red lightning bolt was precisely his extreme realm!

With his roar, the red lightning bolt flew out with a crash, rapidly approaching Wang Lin. The distance between them was too close; almost instantly, the lightning bolt drew near, and an ultimate Killing Intent of heaven and earth erupted from within the lightning, containing a power of Origin!

This power of Origin was none other than the Origin of Slaughter!

A roar echoed. The moment the lightning arrived, Wang Lin formed Hand Seals and waved his hands in front of him, touching the red lightning. The lightning trembled and directly collapsed. Wang Lin's hands went numb, and he clearly felt a power of the extreme realm rush into his body, attempting to shatter his mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

He was about to continue moving forward, but at this moment, Qing Shui opened his mouth and let out the most powerful, earth-shattering roar since Wang Lin had entered this place!

This roar thundered, containing a terrifying degree of the Origin of Slaughter. Moreover, the moment his roar emanated, a colossal bloody shadow materialized in front of Qing Shui. This bloody shadow was a head, opening its maw and rushing towards Wang Lin.

Even Wang Lin's expression changed at this Killing Intent. Its power was so strong that it shook his body, giving him a sense of life-or-death crisis. The moment the bloody shadow arrived, Wang Lin formed Hand Seals, and golden fire from his left eye and golden lightning from his right eye simultaneously erupted, colliding directly with the bloody shadow.

With a bang, Wang Lin's mouth overflowed with fresh blood, and his body rapidly retreated under the impact. But his eyes remained fixed on Qing Shui, his sorrow deepening.

"Senior Brother Qing Shui! I am Wang Lin, your Junior Brother Wang Lin!" Wang Lin retreated, biting his lower lip, and roared at the frenzied Qing Shui.

The bloody shadow dissipated under the golden sea of fire and golden lightning. The force of the impact rolled back, blowing Qing Shui's disheveled hair, revealing his eyes and complete face beneath the messy hair.

This allowed Wang Lin to clearly see that on the face previously covered by messy hair, there were indeed bulging blue veins, and within those veins, something seemed to be wriggling.

The instant Wang Lin's words sounded, Qing Shui's eyes narrowed, and his expression immediately showed pain. This pain revealed sorrow, revealing despair as if he had discovered some hidden secret!

"My soul is suppressed by the Xuanwu Physical Body, Wang Lin… kill… me… Kill, kill, kill, kill! I want to kill all living beings!"

The moment he regained consciousness, the colossal petrified Xuanwu on the ground violently trembled, and a gray qi erupted directly from within it, instantly merging into the highest mountain peak, heading straight for Qing Shui at the summit, and instantly rushing into Qing Shui's body.

Under the rush of this gray qi, Qing Shui's brief sorrow was instantly replaced by that frenzied Killing Intent again, and even his words, which had been a struggle, reverted to that crazed roar.

He shook his head, his expression pained, and the red glow in his eyes intensified.

As Wang Lin retreated, under Qing Shui's previous struggle, and as his hair was blown by the impact, he clearly saw that three inches to the right of his heavenly spirit on his head, there was another sharp spike, the tenth spike!

This spike was hidden in his hair, making it very difficult to discover!

"Ten spikes! Not nine, but ten! I understand!" Wang Lin quickly retreated, suddenly lowering his head to look at the hundred thousand mountains below him, his eyes gleaming.

"The hundred thousand mountains, transformed into ten spikes, Seal Qing Shui's body!"

"The Cultivators on those hundred thousand mountains, they nourish the Xuanwu with their fresh blood, and stimulate Qing Shui with their lifelong Killing Intent!"

"This Xuanwu is not dead; it is its true form, the Xuanwu Physical Body! It suppresses Qing Shui's soul with the Xuanwu!"

"The purpose of all this is to give birth to that Origin of Slaughter from Qing Shui's body, or rather, Senior Brother Qing Shui is like a Cauldron, and this Cauldron exists solely for the Origin of Slaughter!"

"I understand now. The reason the Xuanwu Saint Emperor betrayed back then was because the Cultivation Alliance found this Xuanwu Physical Body somewhere. This Xuanwu is very likely one of the four great generals under that Immortal Venerable. Its Physical Body is incorruptible for ten thousand years, and it contains the aura of the Xuanwu clan. The Xuanwu Saint Emperor, as a descendant, wanted to obtain the power of his ancestor, which is why he betrayed! Only such a temptation would be enough to make him a traitor!"

"Senior Brother Qing Shui came here to find the reason for his madness. He must have discovered something, and this discovery drove him mad again! And that seven-colored index finger, this finger is the root of everything. The red threads it absorbs are precisely the Origin of Slaughter!" As Wang Lin retreated, his mind was shaken, and he vaguely grasped the truth!

As he retreated, the blood mist spewed from the mouths of the hundred thousand mountain Cultivators around him suddenly condensed around Qing Shui in front of him. As the towering red mist wriggled, blood-colored scenes emerged within it.

In the scene, a small mortal kingdom was instantly overthrown, its crown prince, a young man, fled in misery and despair. But in the sky of this scene, there was a seven-colored glow, and within that seven-colored glow, there was a blurry phantom.

The scene flashed. The young man entered a mountain sect, enduring much humiliation. He stood on a mountain peak, his small body letting out cries of hatred. He hated heaven, hated earth, hated all living beings!

The extreme realm was born!

In the sky, the seven-colored glow still existed, and the figure within the seven-colored light seemed to be constantly watching the young man below.

Wang Lin's mind was shaken. As he watched the scenes within the blood mist, he felt a shock no less than when he first learned about the Seven Million Worlds of the Flashing Thunder Clan. He vaguely had a terrifying guess!

"Nourishing the Dao…"

I dare not open a single chapter, I'd be scolded terribly… So I'll just say it here, there's still one day left until the two-day burst this week…