Chapter 1516: Dominating the Inner Realm, Strong Liquor! (Third Update)

Fortunately, within this valley on the Barren Star, he was, and he also was.

The ninth Sharp Spike was located within Qing Shui's back spine, piercing through his entire vertebral column. Not a single half-inch protruded; it was completely embedded inside, and there wasn't even a wound visible, as if it had grown there spontaneously.

The unconscious Qing Shui still had a look of painful distortion on his face, but at the same time, a trace of relief and happiness spread across it. This relief was because of Wang Lin, and this happiness was also because of Wang Lin.

After a brief period of deep breathing, Wang Lin's fatigued expression slightly faded. He took a deep breath, helped the unconscious Qing Shui sit up, fixed his body so his back faced him, and his eyes, like lightning, stared at the thin, withered back.

His entire back spine was bulging, a truly shocking sight.

After a long time, Wang Lin's expression grew solemn. He slowly raised his right hand, pressing his index finger gently onto the spine of Qing Shui's back, seemingly searching for something. His brow was tightly furrowed, as if deep in thought.

"Fortunately, it hasn't completely undergone Fusion with his spine yet. If more time passes and it completely fuses, this spike will be impossible to remove… What it Seals is both the Physical Body and Senior Brother Qing Shui's Primordial Spirit. Even if he were to switch to a different Physical Body, it would be the same…" As Wang Lin pondered, his index finger suddenly moved, plunging directly into the first vertebra of Qing Shui's back.

Qing Shui's body trembled. He opened his eyes, gritting his teeth to suppress the pain.

"Senior Brother, the pain from this ninth spike will be more intense than the previous eight…" Wang Lin spoke softly.

"I have endured pain my entire life; I am used to it," Qing Shui's voice was hoarse but calm, without the slightest fluctuation.

Sadness filled Wang Lin's eyes. After letting out a soft sigh, he no longer hesitated and whispered, "Hold on."

As he spoke, his right hand plunged fiercely inward, directly tearing open the flesh and blood of Qing Shui's back and penetrating his spine. His two fingers, quick as lightning, suddenly pinched inward.

Immediately, a pliable Sharp Spike was grasped directly by Wang Lin's two fingers.

Qing Shui's face was deathly pale, and cold sweat seeped out, but he gritted his teeth, transforming this pain into a flame of hatred that burned in his eyes.

Wang Lin gripped the pliable Sharp Spike and slowly pulled it outward. This sensation was like Drawing Marrow; the pain was something few could endure.

Wang Lin's expression was extremely serious, ensuring his two fingers did not tremble at all. He held the Sharp Spike and slowly pulled it out. Every inch he pulled, Qing Shui would tremble and let out a muffled groan. His hands desperately gripped the ground, digging deep pits.

Wang Lin could not see Qing Shui's expression; all his focus was concentrated on his two fingers. As he slowly pulled it up, he maintained a steady speed. He dared not be too forceful, as the Sharp Spike was pliable, and although it hadn't completely undergone Fusion with Qing Shui's spine, a large portion of it had. Because of this, he had to be extra careful.

Time flowed by. This ninth Sharp Spike was very long. After the time it takes for Half an Incense Stick to burn, Wang Lin had pulled out the majority of it. Sweat dripped from his forehead, but he paid it no mind, keeping his gaze fixed on the Sharp Spike.

The pulled-out Sharp Spike was entirely black, and large amounts of Black Blood dripped onto the ground, making sizzling sounds.

"Pull it out all at once!" Qing Shui's calm voice, seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, entered Wang Lin's ears.

Wang Lin remained silent. In an instant, his right hand yanked fiercely outward, and with a whoosh, he completely pulled the entire Sharp Spike out of Qing Shui's spine. Black Blood sprayed out, and Qing Shui spat out a mouthful of Fresh Blood. The highly bulging spine on his back slowly flattened out with a strange squirming motion.

Violent gasping sounds came from Qing Shui's mouth. His eyes were bloodshot. It took a long time for him to gradually calm down. He performed Hand Seals and began Meditating and Regulating Breathing.

Wang Lin's face was pale. After throwing away the Sharp Spike, he closed his eyes to meditate. Drawing out this ninth spike, he felt empathy, as if he were drawing out his own bone marrow. Although the pain was not comparable to what Qing Shui endured, it was intense.

Half an hour later, Wang Lin opened his eyes.

"Senior Brother, it's the last one…" Wang Lin spoke softly.

Qing Shui slowly exhaled, turned to face Wang Lin, and quietly looked at the Junior Brother from back then. Seeing his exhausted expression and the dried red Fresh Blood covering his body, his eyes softened.

"You've grown up…" Qing Shui smiled. The Junior Brother before him was no longer the small Cultivator who needed him to stand in front and shield him from wind and rain; he had become a powerful expert capable of shaking the Starry Sky.

Wang Lin looked at Qing Shui and smiled. Although the smile carried exhaustion, it conveyed genuine happiness.

"Do you have any liquor?" Qing Shui moved his hands slightly. His body had been confined for many years, and it felt somewhat foreign now.

Wang Lin nodded. He raised his right hand and grabbed the Void Realm. The Storage Rift appeared, and a Wine Pot flew out from within.

Qing Shui laughed heartily, grabbed the Wine Pot, put it to his mouth, and took a big, fierce gulp. The spicy sensation spread throughout his body, causing him to let out a long breath. He handed the Wine Pot to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin took it, put it to his mouth, and took a large gulp as well. A fiery sensation spread inside his body. He and Qing Shui met each other's gaze and burst into laughter simultaneously.

Both of them laughed extremely happily. This kind of hearty and unrestrained laughter was rare for Qing Shui, and likewise for Wang Lin.

"After this spike is removed, I can recover my cultivation, and even advance quite a bit! Slaughter Origin, Slaughter Origin…" Qing Shui said, a flicker of sadness passing over his expression, but he deeply concealed it. He took the Wine Pot back from Wang Lin and drank another mouthful.

"Come on, take out that last spike!" Qing Shui put down the Wine Pot, and a Sharp Light flashed in his eyes. In this state, Wang Lin faintly saw the Qing Shui of the past!

"This last Sharp Spike is within all the Blood Vessels in your body! This spike is probably the longest one!" Wang Lin looked at the squirming objects inside the bulging Blood Vessels all over Qing Shui's body and spoke slowly.

"It starts here. I remember this Sharp Spike entered from here back then." Qing Shui's eyes showed contemplation. After concentrating for a moment, he raised his right hand and pointed to the location of his Heart on his chest. With his finger's pressure, a bloody Wound immediately appeared on his chest, where the flesh and blood separated, revealing the greenish Blood Vessels below.

Taking a deep breath, Qing Shui, without hesitation, fiercely pinched the area. He actually managed to forcibly pull the Blood Vessel out through the Wound. His expression was calm, seemingly devoid of any pain, but the contraction of his Pupils was enough to show how profound his current suffering was.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He raised his right hand and swung it forward, immediately severing the Blood Vessel that Qing Shui had pulled out of his chest. As soon as the Blood Vessel was cut, the Fresh Blood was about to spray, but Wang Lin immediately performed an Incantation Seal to solidify one end. Then, his two fingers plunged into the other end of the Blood Vessel, pinching inward while it expanded.

As if grasping something, Wang Lin yanked violently outward. Qing Shui's body trembled intensely, something that had never happened before, and his slightly recovered complexion instantly turned pale. But he gritted his teeth and lowered his head, staring at the Blood Vessel in his chest, where half a Purple Sharp Spike was being drawn out by Wang Lin's pull!

That Sharp Spike was even more pliable, like a snake, still wriggling its body even when half of it had been pulled out.

With every twist, more cold sweat appeared on Qing Shui's forehead. He simply grabbed the nearby Wine Pot and took another large gulp.

The moment he drank that mouthful of liquor, Wang Lin's right hand gripped the Purple Sharp Spike and yanked powerfully outward. The spike twisted and was immediately pulled out to a length of Seven Feet. Qing Shui's face had turned green, his lips trembled, and muffled roars faintly escaped his mouth. He stared intently at the sky, the rage in his eyes burning once more. Furthermore, under this intense pain, the Wine Pot in his right hand was directly crushed, and the liquor inside sprayed out onto the surroundings.

"Wang Lin, do you have any strong liquor…"

Wang Lin remained silent. He raised his left hand and grabbed the Void Realm. A Cyan Wine Pot appeared. Inside, it didn't contain liquor, but the Flame Dragon Blood gifted by the Old Vermilion Bird!

This blood was very strong!

Qing Shui took the Wine Pot, put it to his mouth, and drank. He immediately took a long breath and laughed loudly: "It has a rank smell, but it's also sweet. How is this liquor? This is clearly blood, but this Blood Liquor is strong enough! Wang Lin, pull out this entire Sharp Spike!"

Wang Lin's gaze was solemn. His two fingers gripping the Sharp Spike yanked fiercely outward, and under Qing Shui's low roar, he pulled out the majority of it! Countless Blue Veins bulged inside Qing Shui's body, squirming and converging toward his chest.

Furthermore, with Wang Lin's pull, the cultivation that had been frozen inside Qing Shui loosened. A tremendous Evil Qi surged up, transforming into rolling Black Clouds that spread across the sky. The Aura of Slaughter became extremely dense in this instant!

Flakes of Black Snow slowly drifted down from within the clouds, scattering across the earth.

"You rest, I'll do it myself." A Cold Light flashed in Qing Shui's eyes. He stood up immediately, put the Wine Pot to his mouth for another drink, and raised his left hand to grab the Purple Sharp Spike in his chest, yanking fiercely outward.

With a boom, the squirming of the Blue Veins all over his body became more intense, and Qing Shui abruptly pulled out a significant portion of the Purple Sharp Spike.

"You Sealed this Immortal Lord for all these years. Today, you come out for this Lord!" Qing Shui's voice was extremely cold. He seemed completely indifferent to the pain. Grasping the last section of the Purple Sharp Spike in his chest, he yanked, and with a loud boom, the spike was actually ripped into two halves!

The severed half that was connected to his Blood Vessel immediately contracted, seemingly trying to hide back inside the Blood Vessel. Qing Shui didn't spare it a glance. After throwing away the snake-like twisting Sharp Spike in his hand, he formed a sword with his two fingers. A world-shaking aura of Slaughter Origin suddenly permeated the area, and his two fingers instantly pressed into the Blood Vessel in his chest.

"If you don't want to come out, then die inside this Lord's body!" The moment Qing Shui's two fingers landed, the Black Snow descending from the heavens rushed over, heading straight for his chest. Furthermore, the Slaughter Origin, which moved Wang Lin, surged wildly into the Blood Vessels inside Qing Shui's body along with his two fingers.

Thumping sounds continuously emanated from Qing Shui's body. The squirming Blue Veins on his body immediately emitted sounds like screams, but they quickly subsided. It was the Sharp Spike, which resembled a living creature, instantly obliterated inside his body by Qing Shui's Slaughter Origin.

Qing Shui's body shook. He opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of Black Blood. His thin, withered body immediately swelled up, slowly growing flesh and blood, restoring him to his appearance from years ago.

Moreover, at this instant, the Slaughter Origin within his body exploded, shaking the heavens. The world instantly turned pitch black. Amidst the spreading black snowflakes, a massive, Illusory Gate suddenly appeared at the edge of the sky!

Gate of the Void!

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