Chapter 1514: Dominating the Inner Realm, Seven-Colored Figure!

Chapter 1514: Dominating the Inner Realm, Seven-Colored Figure! (First Update)

Qing Shui's body trembled violently. As Wang Lin pulled on the spike in his chest, it was pulled several inches out of his flesh. A suction force emanated from the wound, firmly locking onto the spike, allowing Wang Lin to feel it clearly as he pulled.

Furthermore, the moment he pulled on the spike, a strange aura surged from the spike directly into Wang Lin's heart. In that instant, Wang Lin's heartbeat skyrocketed. The thumping, thumping sounds, like a beating drum, echoed crazily within his body.

Thump, thump—the sound of his heartbeat grew faster and faster. In just a moment, it almost merged into a single sound, turning into a piercing, agonizing pain that flooded Wang Lin's body.

"This first spike Seals his heart!" Just at this moment, a faint, ghostly voice suddenly echoed from behind Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's body froze. He hadn't sensed anything beforehand, and hearing this voice suddenly, his pupils constricted. He slowly turned his head to look behind him.

The mountain where Qing Shui was located floated in mid-air, separated from the Seven-Colored finger. As his soul was released from the Black Tortoise, the Seven-Colored finger slowly dissipated within this Seven-Colored Realm.

But the moment Wang Lin turned to look, the dissipated Seven-Colored finger appeared again. However, the Seven-Colored light on it was not intense. Under Wang Lin's gaze, the Seven-Colored finger seemed to collapse, turning into dots of Seven-Colored crystalline light. Instead of dispersing, it re-condensed and transformed into a blurry Seven-Colored figure.

Although this figure was blurry, its gaze was clear as it looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin remained silent. The Ancient God Star Point between his brows spun rapidly, and the Ancient Demon star in his right eye turned as well. His left hand formed Hand Seals, and his right hand released the spike, with a mark faintly present.

"Do not be nervous. You may continue to save him; I will not stop you…" the blurry Seven-Colored figure spoke faintly.

Wang Lin did not relax in the slightest. The gaze of this Seven-Colored figure allowed him to recognize at a glance that it was exactly the Seven-Colored person he had seen earlier within the blood mist vision!

Wang Lin knew a lot about the Seven-Colored. He had a Seven-Colored statue, had seen the Seven-Colored Daoist refine Dao spirits, and even in the Ancient Tomb, he had seen the same Seven-Colored Daoist within an illusion.

Looking at the blurry Seven-Colored figure before him now, he could not determine if the other party was the person who made his scalp tingle, but the aura faintly emanating from the other party's body had no fluctuations at all; it was very calm.

"dao ancient Legacy… Undying Body of the Immortal Race… five Origins… You indeed have many secrets on you." The blurry Seven-Colored figure's voice remained faint, as if coming from the void.

"Who exactly are You, Your Excellency?" Wang Lin's heart shook, but his expression did not change in the slightest. If the other party were truly the person he had analyzed, he wouldn't be surprised that they could discover his secrets.

"These secrets on you, if they were anyone else, any one of them could be called a great fortune… However, for me, they are temporarily useless…" The blurry Seven-Colored figure shook its head, raised its right hand to point at Qing Shui, looked at Wang Lin, and said faintly: "Continue. This is a chance I am giving you. If you can save him, then take him away. If you cannot save him, then leave this place… This is your only chance."

In silence, Wang Lin released the mark with his right hand. He did not turn around, but instead grabbed the spike in Qing Shui's chest. The moment he grabbed it, the aura that had surged into his heart earlier enveloped him once more.

Under the permeation of this aura, Wang Lin's heart began to ache violently, but he endured it. He gripped the spike tightly and slowly pulled it outward.

The more he pulled it out, the more Wang Lin's heart ached, as if a hand was grabbing his heart, wanting to crush it! Fortunately, his Physical Body was an Ancient God body, with astonishing recovery power; at this moment, as the pain struck, it was also rapidly healing.

"A dao ancient Legacy body, indeed not bad… Back then, Ye Mo scattered three thousand drops of blood to preserve the seed of the Legacy; it was not wasted in vain…" The blurry Seven-Colored figure looked at Wang Lin and spoke slowly.

At the instant the pain in his heart reached its peak, a golden light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. His right hand violently whipped outward, immediately pulling that first spike completely out of Qing Shui's chest! Qing Shui gritted his teeth, his body trembling continuously, but he did not make a single sound. Only his face, covered by messy hair, had veins bulging, and his expression was painfully twisted.

Blood filled Qing Shui's chest and was just about to erupt, but Wang Lin's left hand formed Hand Seals and tapped the wound at high speed. A mark flashed, and the blood slowly vanished.

Wang Lin was silent. The repulsive force within his body rumbled and turned. The interweaving of Immortal Qi and dao ancient power caused sounds to emanate continuously from within him. Under this repulsive force, the spikes outside Wang Lin's body collapsed one by one.

Only those that remained deeply embedded in his flesh were like they had grown inside, firmly taking root.

In the moment when the petrified Black Tortoise's back shattered and the hundred thousand spikes pierced through, Wang Lin had cast the Light Shadow Shield and used the Ancient God's Protection. All of this was hidden within the sky-filling spikes, invisible to outsiders.

Yet even so, it was still unable to completely block the impact of the spikes, only able to delay it slightly.

Standing there and catching his breath, after the piercing pain in Wang Lin's heart slowly dissipated, he glanced at the blurry Seven-Colored figure, threw away the spike in his hand, placed his hand on the second spike at Qing Shui's throat, and gripped it fiercely.

"This second spike Seals his tendons!"

Wang Lin's eyes flickered imperceptibly, and he said in a deep voice: "dao ancient Ye Mo's three thousand drops of blood—I do not know what Your Excellency means by these words!"

The Seven-Colored figure seemed to laugh, shook its head, and said: "If you can pull out three spikes, I can tell you a secret regarding the dao ancient…"

Wang Lin could not fathom the intentions of this blurry Seven-Colored person. The other party had gone to great lengths to pay attention to Qing Shui from when he was still a Mortal, changing Qing Shui's entire life, keeping him constantly in sorrow, anger, and despair, and finally setting up such a Formation here, all for the sake of that Killing Origin.

But right now, with the appearance of the other party and those words, along with that seemingly nonchalant attitude, it made Wang Lin question his previous guess.

The indifference in the Seven-Colored person's Divine Sense, in Wang Lin's view, was not fake, but real, completely nonchalant…

"What is he actually after…" In silence, Wang Lin grabbed the second spike at Qing Shui's throat and pulled it outward fiercely. Under this pull, all the tendons in Wang Lin's body were tightened, as if his body was being infinitely stretched. He had experienced this kind of pain before when drawing his bow. Although it was agonizing, he could endure it.

With a fierce pull, with a bang, the second spike was pulled out by him!

Qing Shui gritted his teeth tightly and let out a muffled groan. His entire body was drenched in sweat as he endured that indescribable pain.

Wang Lin's face was pale. His right hand pressed onto the third spike on Qing Shui's left arm.

"This third spike, and the fourth spike on his right arm, Seal his Divine Sense!" The Seven-Colored person said slowly, their voice unhurried.

Wang Lin let out a low growl. After his right hand grasped the third spike, he pulled it outward violently. During this pull, his Divine Sense was immediately bombarded by a great force emanating from within the third spike. As he felt it, it was as if his Divine Sense had been severely injured while it was spreading out.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out. With a ferocious expression, Wang Lin pulled out the third spike. At the same time, without any pause, he grabbed the fourth spike on Qing Shui's right arm and pulled it outward fiercely once again.

Under this pull, Wang Lin's severely injured Divine Sense was once again fiercely impacted by that great force. A roar echoed within his mind. As his body trembled, he sprayed blood again, and the repulsive force within his body swirled, causing his body to tremble continuously.

Qing Shui's arms hung down. He suddenly lifted his head, looking at Wang Lin. His gaze seemed unable to see the Seven-Colored person, only Wang Lin. That gaze held sorrow, gratification, and excitement.

Wang Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly at Qing Shui. But soon, his expression tightened. Qing Shui's pupils reflected everything around Wang Lin, but within them, Wang Lin only saw his own figure; there was no Seven-Colored figure.

"He cannot see me… Here, only you can see. You are a very interesting spirit cultivator, just like that little cultivator from back then who believed in the War Origin and surprised me; both are anomalies here… If I were not very certain that you have no relation to me, otherwise, I truly would not believe that the work of fortune could be so wonderful." The Seven-Colored figure seemed to sigh with emotion.

"He says I have no relation to him… What does this mean… Believing in the War Origin? Could it be that what this person is speaking of is the deceased Zhan Konglie, or perhaps… Old Ghost Zhan!" Wang Lin could not see through this Seven-Colored figure. His eyes flashed, and he spoke slowly: "The dao ancient's three thousand drops of blood—I do not know what that means!"

The Seven-Colored person smiled, glanced at Wang Lin, and with a trace of recollection, spoke softly.

"Originally, there were no cultivators of the Ancient Country here, and certainly no dao ancient Ye Mo… But he still came. Before his death, he scattered three thousand drops of his clansmen's blood; one thousand became Ancient Gods, one thousand became Ancient Demons, and one thousand became Ancient Yao. As time passed, this blood of three thousand either fused or diluted."

"This is the Origin of your Ancient Three Races here."

Wang Lin's heart shook. He would not believe everything the other party said, but these words were extremely similar to what the Ancient Yao remnant soul within the war drum had said when he was undergoing Soul Transformation in the Demon Spirit Land back then!

That Ancient Yao Bei Luo had once said that the Ancient were the first generation of defiance cultivators, who died fighting the Heavenly Dao. After their death, the Ancient race split, and slowly there were Ancient Gods, Ancient Yao, and Ancient Demons!

The Ancient Three Races were the second generation of defiance cultivators!

This theory, although different from what the Seven-Colored person said right now, if the two were combined, a clear truth would emerge!

"The dao ancient Ye Mo was lured here by that Immortal Venerable or perhaps this Seven-Colored person before me; that great battle was the struggle against the Heavenly Dao that the Ancient Yao Bei Luo spoke of!"

"That blood of three thousand eventually transformed into the Ancient Three Races, and those with more fused blood were the Royal Clan! However, is this true or false!" Wang Lin took a deep breath.

Explosive update, explosive update! This is the forty-ninth update of the month, thirty-one updates left to go. Asking for monthly votes!!

Congratulations to Ala Fengzi, Fanhua Ye Molu, Yiting, Langji Tianya*Shumi, Guan Jiujian 2, Yuexia de Lingting, Langlang Qiankun, Wuyan Zhangqi, Fengzhong♦Wutong, Hong o Ye, Yumen a Shi Shi, Bookfriend 110216085046516, Xue Er Bu Xi, and Quan Ma Fei for becoming Third Step experts. Wang Lin and Qing Shui's brotherly bond is deep, moving the thirteen warriors to stir up the Seven-Colored. Er Gen feels extremely honored and specifically presents each warrior with a God-Slaying Chariot, butterflies dancing to destroy the Seven-Colored!