Chapter 1515: Dominating the Inner Realm, Thank You (Second Update)

Chapter 1515: Dominating the Inner Realm, Thank You… (Second Update)

"There are still six Seal thorns left. You may continue," the seven-colored figure slowly said.

Wang Lin remained silent, suppressing the doubts in his heart. He raised his right hand and grasped the fifth sharp thorn in Qing Shui's abdomen. That thorn was located at the Dantian of a Cultivator.

"This fifth sharp thorn Seals his essence!" The seven-colored figure's voice was ethereal, echoing in Wang Lin's ears.

The moment he touched the sharp thorn, Wang Lin's immortal power and dao ancient power simultaneously circulated within his body. His body seemed about to burst as the two forces merged and surged into his right arm. He gripped the fifth sharp thorn and fiercely pulled it outwards.

With a bang, the sharp thorn was directly pulled out. However, Wang Lin's body trembled, and a popping sound came from his right arm as a bloody mist exploded. His body stumbled back several steps before he finally stopped, breathing heavily.

Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot. He took a step forward, returning to Qing Shui's side. Qing Shui's face showed extreme pain, and muffled groans faintly escaped his lips.

After approaching Qing Shui, Wang Lin didn't hesitate. He stretched out both hands simultaneously and grasped the sixth and seventh sharp thorns on Qing Shui's legs!

Before the seven-colored person could speak, Wang Lin let out a low roar. Both his arms suddenly gleamed with golden light, and a dao ancient aura permeated. Amidst the profuse bleeding, he exerted force with both hands simultaneously and directly pulled them outwards!

Even the resolute Qing Shui couldn't endure the intense pain, but he gritted his teeth, and the scream that should have erupted turned into a hissing sound.

With a loud bang, both sharp thorns were pulled out by Wang Lin. However, his body trembled violently, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The repulsive force within his body had reached its Peak, distorting Wang Lin's expression.

"Not bad, there are still three left. However, these last three Seal thorns are not so easy to remove. If you can ultimately succeed, I can give you a gift." The seven-colored figure's expression was calm, and his voice was ethereal. He raised his right hand and grabbed at the seven-colored mist above. Immediately, the seven-colored mist churned, and in an instant, a rumble echoed. A gigantic yellow fruit slowly materialized from the seven-colored mist and gradually descended.

A branch was still connected to the fruit. The seven-colored figure swept his right index finger across it, and the branch immediately disintegrated. The fruit separated from the branch and fell down.

"This object is the gift for you."

Wang Lin looked at the Dao Fruit, his brow furrowed. The seven-colored figure gave him a feeling similar to facing Heavenly Fate Child back then. He couldn't guess or understand why the other party would allow him to save Qing Shui, tell him about the dao ancient matters, and even give him this Dao Fruit!

All of this could not be for no reason; there must be a problem here!

In silence, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze from the Dao Fruit and focused on Qing Shui's head, a few inches from his heavenly spirit, where the visible eighth sharp thorn was located!

Wang Lin could also see the remaining two, but they were difficult to remove.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Lin slowly raised his right hand and pressed it towards Qing Shui's heavenly spirit. This time, his movements were extremely slow, much more solemn than his previous unhesitating actions.

This eighth sharp thorn was in the heavenly spirit, which is the intersection of life and death. If the thorn were nailed in the center, it would be one thing, but it was tilted by several inches, a point Wang Lin could not understand.

"This eighth sharp thorn is not a Seal; rather, it opens his Reincarnation…" The seven-colored figure seemed to smile but not smile, watching Wang Lin's hand slowly approach the eighth sharp thorn.

Wang Lin's hand paused an inch from the sharp thorn. This thorn was different from the other seven. Although the others were nailed into Qing Shui's body, most of them remained outside. However, this eighth thorn was almost entirely embedded in Qing Shui's heavenly spirit, with only two inches remaining outside.

Two inches, very short!

Wang Lin's hand had to pause. He didn't know what would happen to Qing Shui if he pulled it out now. This position was simply too dangerous.

Qing Shui slowly raised his head, looking at Wang Lin. Although his face still showed pain, his eyes were clear. He looked at Wang Lin, and after a long time, he nodded.

Wang Lin looked at Qing Shui, gritted his teeth, and without further hesitation, grabbed the eighth thorn. The moment he grasped it, Qing Shui's entire body trembled, and muffled roars of invisible pain escaped his lips.

The instant Wang Lin's hand touched the sharp thorn, his mind became a blur. Twisted memories surged forth directly. These memories were all like fragments, flooding in and causing Wang Lin's head to throb with pain.

He couldn't examine these memories in detail at all. He gripped the eighth sharp thorn and fiercely pulled it outwards, lifting it four inches!

Qing Shui gritted his teeth, never letting out a violent scream, but instead stubbornly endured, squeezing out those muffled hisses from between his teeth.

The short few breaths felt like an eternity to Wang Lin and Qing Shui. The sharp thorn was pulled out little by little. Wang Lin's expression was contorted, and the countless memory fragments in his mind almost drove him mad, but his hand did not tremble at all. Slowly, slowly, he gradually lifted the sharp thorn higher and higher.

Finally, the sharp thorn embedded in Qing Shui's head was completely pulled out by Wang Lin. The moment the last tip left Qing Shui's heavenly spirit, blood flowed from Qing Shui's mouth, and his entire body detached from the mountain Peak, falling towards Wang Lin, who caught him.

His head drooped and rested on Wang Lin's shoulder. His weak body was almost weightless to Wang Lin, who could only hear Qing Shui's faint words by his ear.

"Thank you…" After saying this, Qing Shui fainted.

"Senior Brother…" Wang Lin threw the sharp thorn in his hand, supporting Qing Shui, tears streaming down his face.

"Not bad. However, those last two Seal thorns will be much more difficult than before. Never mind, take him and leave this place." The seven-colored figure waved his right hand, and immediately the Dao Fruit beside him flew straight towards Wang Lin.

"Since I said I'd give this to you, just take it."

Wang Lin supported Qing Shui and took the Dao Fruit. He gave the seven-colored person a deep look, put away the Dao Fruit, and, supporting Qing Shui, sped away, intending to leave the Seven-Colored Realm far behind.

Wang Lin had a strong sense of apprehension towards the seven-colored person. He couldn't guess why the other party was doing these things. In silence, at the moment he was about to leave, Wang Lin stopped, turned around, and looked into the distance at the seven-colored figure behind him.

"Why!" Wang Lin's voice was hoarse as he asked.

"He's just a game. Since you want to save him, I might as well let you take him away. As for why… I want to see if the Spirit Cultivator who appeared here under the power of creation will undergo a wonderful transformation like that little Zhan Yuan fellow… Perhaps through this transformation, I can find him…"

"What are you looking for!" Wang Lin frowned, somewhat unable to understand what the other party was saying.

"If you encounter it, you will know." The seven-colored person smiled faintly, waved his right hand forward, and immediately, Wang Lin's body moved backward, beyond his own control.

Shock appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. As his body moved, he gradually departed, exiting the Seven-Colored Realm.

"Are you an Immortal Venerable!!" At the moment of departure, Wang Lin asked his last question.

"Yes, and no…" An ethereal voice echoed. Wang Lin's vision blurred, and when it cleared, he was already standing in the Star Domain of Kunxu. In front of him, the Rift of the Seven-Colored Realm slowly contracted, eventually disappearing without a trace.

His body also regained its freedom, but the scenes from before left a profound impression on him. He vaguely seemed to understand something, but more than that, he felt lost.

"What is he looking for… If the 'little Zhan Yuan Cultivator' he mentioned earlier is Old Ghost Zhan, then what kind of wonderful transformation occurred in Old Ghost Zhan's body… This transformation would allow this seven-colored person to find what he is looking for…" In silence, Wang Lin retreated, casting a complex glance at the disappearing Seven-Colored Realm, and vanished into the distance.

"Is what happened to Qing Shui just a game…?" A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He held Qing Shui and appeared on a desolate star outside the Alliance headquarters' vicinity.

This star had no Cultivators or Spiritual Qi, only some Vicious Beasts residing there. However, for Wang Lin, it was the best place to remove the Seal from Qing Shui.

In a valley on this star, Wang Lin sat cross-legged, placing the unconscious Qing Shui in front of him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his Qi, attempting to suppress the repulsive force within his body. But in the end, it was difficult to do so, only slightly alleviating the intense pain.

Within his body, there were still countless sharp thorns, as if grown into his flesh. Although they were not visible externally, with every breath, the pain throughout his body constantly reminded Wang Lin of their existence.

Saving Qing Shui this time came at a heavy price.

However, even if Wang Lin were to choose again, he would do it without hesitation, even if it didn't align with his intellect, even if it was foolish.

The reason he waited so many years to save Qing Shui was that with his cultivation at that time, he had no chance at all; he couldn't save him.

But now, with his cultivation, he had a glimmer of hope to save Qing Shui. If he were to continue waiting, waiting for a greater chance, waiting to become a Third Step mighty figure, waiting until he had enough power, then by that time, he didn't know if Qing Shui would still be alive… Sometimes, if a person calculates everything so clearly, analyzes everything so thoroughly, and always considers their own interests first, then ultimately, such a person will never understand what true emotion is.

He knew it was dangerous, but he still had to go! If it were Qing Shui, Wang Lin believed that given Qing Shui's character, he would make the same choice; he would save Wang Lin!

This alone was enough.

It's a simple truth, a direct choice, yet how many people in this world can achieve it… Everyone cherishes life, but sometimes, some things are even more important than life itself.

However, those who believe in this might already be very, very few.

Wang Lin is not a gentleman, nor is he a heartless Cultivator. He is a flesh-and-blood person, full of emotion and sincerity.

This month's 50th update, still 30 updates short! The workload is huge. I calculated it several times and painfully realized I couldn't figure it out. Alas.