Chapter 1606: Ancient Mystery, Slaying a Three-Step Cultivator! (First Update)

Through the hazy Death Qi, one could see a bald man in purple robes sitting cross-legged deep within the Rift on the ground. His body was enveloped by a large purple robe, and on his bald head, ghastly faces of Souls would occasionally protrude and recede, letting out silent, mournful wails.

As he raised his hands and waved them outwards, the three hundred bubbles flew straight towards him.

The bald man suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a strange glint within them. He stared at the Inner Realm Cultivators inside the three hundred bubbles, a cruel expression on his face.

"Only in this Inner Realm can my Nether Spirit Clan have a chance to rise! The more people die, the denser the Death Qi becomes, and there are these living spirits to devour… If such a massacre were to occur in the Primordial Stars, the Revered Elders Council would surely punish us." A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth. With a flick of his sleeve, the three hundred bubbles instantly shattered with a series of rumbling sounds.

The collapse of the bubbles exposed the three hundred female Cultivators of Zhaohe within the hazy Death Qi. Their expressions were distorted, showing pain, and their bodies withered slowly the moment the bubbles shattered.

Streams of vitality emanated from their seven orifices, condensing around them, slowly transforming into illusory figures. These illusory figures resembled Primordial Spirits and had the same appearance as their original bodies.

Zhou Zihong's expression was contorted, her body trembling with her eyes tightly shut. Vitality rapidly dispersed from her body, condensing into an illusory figure as well. As the bald man's eyes flashed with a strange light, Zhou Zihong's Primordial Spirit illusion, along with the other illusions, shot straight towards the man.

"Nether Devouring Bliss!" The bald man roared, extending his hands and waving them forward. Immediately, the three hundred Primordial Spirit illusions accelerated, reaching him in an instant.

Just as he opened his mouth, about to devour them with a cruel expression, a cold snort suddenly boomed from the heavens and earth.

This cold snort, like thunder, erupted suddenly. Its roar created a sound wave storm that shook violently. The bald man's body trembled, and his outstretched arms directly disintegrated, turning into flesh and blood. He spat out fresh blood, his expression horrified, and he hastily retreated.

The three hundred Primordial Spirit illusions, the Zhaohe female Cultivators who had originally had their eyes closed, now trembled and opened their eyes, looking around with confusion.

"Who is it?! Which mighty figure has come to the Nether Spirit Clan? This old man is the Clan Chief of the Nether Spirit Clan. I don't know where I might have offended Senior, please…" The bald man's face was pale, his eyes filled with terror. His heart pounded wildly as he retreated, utterly terrified.

The other party merely snorted, and his arms, which were performing a Divine Ability, shattered. Furthermore, his mind received a heavy blow, causing his Qi and blood to churn and his Primordial Spirit to almost collapse.

His cultivation had reached the fifth heavenly decay. Such a thing, he recognized at a glance, meant the other party must be an unprovokable mighty figure! He just couldn't understand how he had offended this mighty figure and why he was being punished.

He didn't even consider that the other party was not from the Primordial Stars, but an Inner Realm Cultivator. He clearly knew that Inner Realm Cultivators were mostly surrounded in the Luotian Star Domain, making their final struggles, and it was impossible for them to come here.

In his panic, before he could finish his words, his eyes were replaced by a white light. His gaze followed the Rift upwards, and he saw a white-haired man in white robes walking through the Death Qi-filled mist.

The man's expression was grim. Behind him, within the Death Qi, thousands of heads floated, and screams of extreme agony emanated from these thousands of heads, causing the bald man's mind to tremble and his pupils to contract. He looked at the white-robed man, feeling an intense familiarity with his appearance.

"You… you are…" The bald man's mind roared. After a moment of愣, the familiar feeling emanating from the other party made him suddenly recall a person. The instant he remembered that person's name, the bald man immediately let out an incredulous cry, retreating frantically, and letting out a sharp, low shriek.

"Nether Spirit Clan members, flee this planet immediately, quickly, quickly…"

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a cold light. He raised his right hand and grabbed into the Void Realm. Immediately, a colossal illusory hand materialized, rumbling as it tore through the heavens and earth, heading straight for the retreating bald man.

In an instant, as the man's words left his mouth, this illusory hand directly seized his entire body. With a fierce squeeze, the bald man let out a bloodcurdling scream, and his body abruptly disintegrated.

However, his head remained intact, his Soul and Primordial Spirit sealed. When Wang Lin withdrew his right hand, it became one of the thousands of heads behind him.

At the same time, on this Cultivation Planet, streams of auras belonging to Nether Spirit Clan members suddenly surged from various locations. Each aura represented a Nether Spirit Clan member. After appearing, they looked bewildered but unhesitatingly flew towards the sky, scattering to escape the planet.

Although they didn't know what had happened, the Clan Chief's command was paramount, and they would execute it without a second thought!

Wang Lin turned, his gaze icy. He waved his right hand backwards, and thunder erupted from his right eye. A massive bolt of lightning flashed from Wang Lin's right eye, splitting into countless strands that rapidly spread outwards from him.

On the dark Cultivation Planet, lightning intertwined and thunder boomed in that instant. Each split lightning bolt was like a calamity of death, striking into the bodies of the fleeing Nether Spirit Clan members, obliterating their bodies and bringing back their heads.

Screams of death echoed across the Cultivation Planet. Wang Lin paid them no heed. He looked at the three hundred still bewildered illusory Primordial Spirits, and with a gentle flick of his sleeve, these Primordial Spirits immediately returned to their bodies.

He stepped out of the Rift, and as he emerged, bolts of lightning returned from all directions. As the number of heads behind Wang Lin approached ten thousand, the lightning bolts merged back into Wang Lin's right eye one by one.

In just a few breaths, all the Nether Spirit Clan members on this Cultivation Planet were dead, with no one left alive!

In mid-air, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pressed it downwards onto the earth. A booming sound surged forth. The endless Death Qi swirling on the ground now churned like ocean waves, rising to the heavens and rushing towards Wang Lin.

Ultimately, this boundless mist of Death Qi all condensed onto Wang Lin's right hand, which represented death, forming a rapidly spinning ball of mist.

As the Death Qi was absorbed by Wang Lin, the earth regained its vitality. The many bubbles that had existed within the Death Qi also shattered, freeing the Zhaohe Cultivators within them.

Withdrawing his gaze from the earth, Wang Lin grasped the Death Qi mist in his palm, then looked up and stepped towards the sky. He fiercely crushed the mist in his right hand, and the mist ball directly shattered, releasing an astonishing Death Qi vortex that instantly erupted and rushed towards the sky.

"Since you've come, don't leave!" Wang Lin's voice was cold. He looked towards where the Death Qi vortex struck at the edge of the sky, and saw a middle-aged man emerge from a distorted space.

The middle-aged man wore a Daoist robe and had a very solemn expression. Upon appearing, he formed Hand Seals, and immediately a hundred-zhang-sized tortoise shell shield materialized before him. This shield enveloped his body, causing the Death Qi vortex to directly impact the tortoise shell shield.

A booming sound echoed. The tortoise shell shield vibrated, developing numerous Rifts, but it did not shatter. Instead, it rolled backwards, carrying the middle-aged man in continuous retreat.

"Sealing Venerable Wang Lin, you're actually not dead!" The middle-aged man's eyes showed shock as he retreated. He had only locked onto Wang Lin's Divine Sense before, but couldn't see Wang Lin's appearance. Now, having arrived from a distant place and witnessing Wang Lin destroy thousands of Outer Realm Cultivators on this Cultivation Planet, he immediately conceived the idea of retreating. However, before he could leave, Wang Lin forced him to reveal himself.

Wang Lin remained silent, his eyes filled with killing intent. His body flickered, heading straight for the middle-aged man. In an instant, he neared the outside of the shield, raised his right hand, and struck fiercely at the shield.

With a bang, the shield developed even more Rifts. Under the vibration, the middle-aged man behind it turned pale, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His expression was horrified as he retreated frantically.

"You deliberately lured me here, you concealed your cultivation!" The power of this palm strike made the middle-aged man clearly feel the terrifying aura emanating from Wang Lin. His heart pounded wildly. At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts of killing, but only of immediate escape!

But since Wang Lin had lured him here, he wouldn't give him a chance to escape. With a cold snort, he took a step forward, raised his right hand, and struck again. This palm strike contained Karma, and with a boom, it landed on the shield. As he raised his palm and clenched it into a fist, the shield directly shattered, falling into pieces, and streams of Qi were extracted, even from the middle-aged man himself.

The middle-aged man's face was pale. After the shield collapsed, his body retreated again, his eyes revealing an extremely solemn expression. For him, this was a life-and-death calamity. He knew he probably couldn't escape. At this moment, he gritted his teeth, abandoning the thought of fleeing, and instead formed Hand Seals. A red Rift immediately appeared between his eyebrows. Within that Rift was his Incense World, which had merged into his body!

Just as his Incense World opened, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pointed forward.

"Fixate!"

With a single word, the middle-aged man's entire body suddenly paused. In that instant, Wang Lin stepped forward, striking the middle-aged man's chest with his right palm. As the man's body boomed, Wang Lin raised his right hand and placed it on his forehead.

With a bang, the middle-aged man's entire body trembled violently, blood flowing from his seven orifices. His eyes showed struggle and fear, and he trembled, trying to break free from the control of this Soul Fixation Technique.

But in front of Wang Lin, he had no such chance. Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a cold light. Two palm strikes shattered the man's mind, and after sealing it, Wang Lin's right hand swept across the middle-aged man's neck.

Blood erupted. The man's body and head immediately separated. His body directly disintegrated into flesh and blood, and his head was seized by Wang Lin.

"Below empty profound, no one is Wang's opponent!" Wang Lin turned, holding the dripping head, and walked towards the starry sky.