Chapter 1657: Ancient Mystery, The Reason!

Waves of aura, strong enough to make all living beings tremble, continuously spread out from the body of the Seven-Colored Daoist. This aura enveloped the surroundings, causing the Vicious Beasts nearby to retreat in terror before even getting close, enough to shatter their minds.

This aura was even stronger than heavenly might. Where it resided, no living being dared to approach. It was a powerful pressure that made the heavens and earth tremble, and the firmament fearful.

The reason why there were still large numbers of Vicious Beast carcasses around the Seven-Colored Daoist was likely because he killed them after entering this peculiar starry sky but before sinking into the illusion.

Wang Lin was a man of immense daring. Standing a hundred zhang away from the Seven-Colored Daoist, he narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, then fiercely bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. This mouthful contained exactly ninety-nine drops, and each drop held the essence of Wang Lin's entire cultivation.

His eyes were solemn. With a flick of his sleeve, one drop immediately flew out from the ninety-nine drops and hovered above his glabella.

"dao ancient Undying…" Wang Lin muttered, and the dao ancient Power throughout his body roared into operation, finally condensing entirely within that drop of blood at his glabella. Furthermore, a trace of his Primordial Spirit was also contained within it.

The fresh blood immediately became crystal clear, looking like pure crystal from afar!

Having undergone Fusion with Wang Lin's dao ancient Power, this drop of blood emitted a blinding red light. After Wang Lin blew a breath forward, this drop of blood shot straight ahead. The remaining ninety-eight drops moved simultaneously, circling around it and condensing together to form a blood-colored halo.

Protected by the halo, it directly penetrated the hundred-zhang perimeter of the Seven-Colored Daoist.

The moment it entered the hundred-zhang zone, the blood-colored halo formed by the ninety-eight drops of blood instantly disintegrated, silently vanishing completely. Only the drop of dao ancient Undying Blood remained! However, their disappearance had resisted the first wave of destruction for that drop of blood.

This drop of blood whistled as it penetrated dozens of zhang. In this short distance, it was destroyed tens of thousands of times, but each time, it rapidly recovered under the restoration power of the dao ancient Undying.

In an instant, this drop of blood entered the ten-zhang perimeter of the Seven-Colored Daoist. The moment it entered this area, the restorative power of the dao ancient Undying was, for the first time, unable to keep pace with the destruction. The blood rapidly dissipated until, in the end, only a trace remained.

Although this trace of blood was visible to the naked eye, it would be difficult to spot without careful attention. It contained a wisp of Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit, and under this continuous destruction, waves of sharp pain transmitted back, immediately twisting Wang Lin's expression.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The instant that trace of blood was completely destroyed, it penetrated the final ten zhang and imprinted itself on the Seven-Colored Daoist's glabella. The moment it landed on his glabella, the blood vanished into smoke, but the wisp of Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit within it touched the Seven-Colored Daoist's body during its momentary collapse.

Wang Lin, a hundred zhang away, closed his eyes at this moment and let out a low murmur.

"Dream Dao!"

The instant these two words left his mouth, Wang Lin's mind boomed. Everything his Divine Sense had enveloped in the starry sky collapsed. Amidst the collapse, a sheet of seven-colored light appeared, carrying his consciousness and sinking it into an endless abyss.

This was a seven-colored world. The sky was seven-colored, the land was seven-colored, and even the clouds emitted a seven-colored radiance. There were mountain ranges across the ground, and when Wang Lin appeared, he was standing atop one of these peaks.

After a brief moment of confusion in his eyes, he immediately looked around.

"Is this the Seven-Colored Daoist's Illusionary Realm?"

Wang Lin cautiously spread out his Divine Sense in silence, then leaped up and flew forward. The ground flashed past beneath him piece by piece. After flying for an unknown period, Wang Lin suddenly paused and looked sharply ahead.

He saw a person sitting cross-legged on a mountain range ahead. This person was none other than the Seven-Colored Daoist.

He sat there cross-legged, eyes open, staring at the sky with a somewhat vacant expression.

Outside his body, nine fist-sized light spheres floated. These light spheres resembled flames, and within them were nine Fire Birds. These nine "suns" represented the Seven-Colored Daoist's cultivation and Magic Treasures.

"Shanmeng… I remember now, your name is Fan Shanmeng…" the Seven-Colored Daoist murmured.

Wang Lin watched the Seven-Colored Daoist from afar, his expression strange. He heard the other party's words, but the Seven-Colored Daoist seemed unaware of his presence.

After pondering for a long while, Wang Lin's eyes flashed.

"Could this be an illusion within an illusion…" A moment later, Wang Lin carefully walked step by step toward the Seven-Colored Daoist, gradually approaching the mountain beneath him, until he was a thousand zhang away from the Seven-Colored Daoist.

Staring at the seven colors, Wang Lin's eyes showed determination. He raised his right hand and grabbed forward. His Storage Space immediately materialized, and the Ghost Face Sail appeared prominently. Although Wang Lin did not know the specific use of this sail and had not completely refined it, he had integrated his Divine Sense into it along the way.

Taking out the sail, Wang Lin sat down cross-legged and violently waved it forward. The canvas fluttered, and under the control of the trace of Divine Sense Wang Lin had integrated into it, the canvas immediately enveloped his body, surprisingly wrapping up his Primordial Spirit and flashing forward.

With this flash, Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit left his body. Within the canvas, it seemed to tear open the void and rushed directly toward the Seven-Colored Daoist. Above the Seven-Colored Daoist, the Ghost Face Sail unfolded, and the ghost face within it gradually transformed into Wang Lin's appearance, falling into the Seven-Colored Daoist's vacant eyes.

At this instant, Wang Lin's vision suddenly darkened. The Seven-Colored Daoist's eyes were like black holes, immediately sucking him inside.

"I'm in!" Just as Wang Lin's Divine Thought arose, deafening roars and a familiar maniacal laugh immediately sounded in his ears.

The darkness before his eyes seemed to be violently torn apart by some strange force. The world revealed before him was a place of collapsing pavilions. This area resembled a Sect Gate, with rows of pavilions standing tall, and the surroundings seemed to be an illusory manifestation of heaven and earth, like a sect.

The familiar laughter belonged to a middle-aged man dressed in gray robes with long, flowing hair. This middle-aged man was handsome, his eyes flashing with cold light, and he exuded an air of extreme arrogance that anyone who saw him would feel deep in their heart.

At this moment, he raised his right hand. A massive pavilion stood before him, and just as he was about to blast it open, a low roar came from within. The pavilion immediately collapsed, and a seven-colored light flashed out. From within that seven-colored radiance walked a person whose expression was furious!

After Wang Lin clearly saw this person, he immediately took a deep breath. This person was exactly the statue in Wang Lin's Storage Space, the true Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable!

As for the middle-aged man, although Wang Lin found his appearance somewhat unfamiliar, his laughter and voice allowed Wang Lin to recognize him with shock—he was the Madman!

Behind the Madman, a crimson Blaze Dragon flew, letting out an arrogant roar. Beside him was a bald youth dressed in a blue cloth jacket, looking like a Servant Boy.

The bald youth was slightly thin. His eyes were currently flashing with fierce light as he fought a person whom Wang Lin was also familiar with: the Azure Dragon War General, one of the Four Great War Generals!

Looking around, this was clearly a battlefield, extremely chaotic. Cultivators were fighting each other everywhere. Among that group of Cultivators, the other three of the Four Great War Generals were present, and so were the Eight Imperial Concubines of the Immortal Venerable!

Roaring sounds echoed, shaking the earth and mountains. Areas of land collapsed, pavilions tumbled and disintegrated into fragments, and countless Rifts were torn in the sky. Chilling winds blew out from the Rifts, freezing everything they swept past.

Watching these scenes, Wang Lin's mind was shaken. After a moment of stunned silence, the Madman and the Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable clashed with an earth-shattering roar. Under the impact of the roar, the Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable spat out blood and retreated continuously, his expression showing pain and madness as he let out a violent roar.

"Fan Shanmeng, Fan Shanlu, why did the two of you betray me!! Haven't I treated you well? Why!! Did you forget our ten thousand years of companionship just because I obtained that fragment!!

Fan Shanmeng, come out here!!

You ambushed me en route, yet I didn't kill you; instead, I let you leave. Do you know the pain I felt then? Do you know? Do you know?! Now you bring outsiders here to kill me, you cheap woman!!! And you, Lian Daofei, your status is noble, you have countless Dao Companions by your side, and you set your eyes on that cheap woman years ago. Did you think I wouldn't know?!" The Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable shouted, madness showing in his eyes.

The Madman, or Lian Daofei, maintained an arrogant expression. Upon hearing this, he smiled slightly, shook his head, and spoke.

"She seduced this King, but this King has no interest in other people's Dao Companions. I came here only for the fragment you obtained. Hand over the fragment, and I will leave immediately. I won't participate in your affairs."

"The fragment? Today, none of you here can leave!" The Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable's eyes were bloodshot. As he retreated, he flicked his sleeve, and the world immediately changed color. A massive Vortex suddenly appeared in the entire sky, and within this Vortex, a giant eye was revealed.

This eye contained no emotion, only indifference, as it stared down at the living beings below, slowly beginning to close.

The moment the eye began to close, Lian Daofei's expression drastically changed.

"Heavenly Dao!!"

"All of you, die for this Venerable!!" The Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable waved both hands. Heaven and earth boomed, and a surge of black Qi immediately spread out, completely blocking Wang Lin's vision.

Amidst the echoes of agonizing screams, a pressure that made Wang Lin tremble enveloped his mind.

Within this black Qi, Lian Daofei was severely injured and swallowed by the Heavenly Dao. The Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable's body collapsed, shattering everything around it. His shattered body split into three portions, scattering in three directions.

One portion was the seven colors, another was the manifestation of his Concept, and the final portion carried all his memories, transforming into a long rainbow that shot straight into the distance.

Just then, the first portion, which manifested as the seven colors of the soul, suddenly flashed and shot toward the third soul that was dissipating in the distance. Wang Lin's mind shook, and his thoughts instantly became clear. He finally knew the reason why the Seven-Colored Daoist was willing to sink into this illusion and refused to wake up!

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