Chapter 1824: The tenth sun of Immortal Astral, Speed God Art! (Third Update)

With a flash of blood-light, Wang Lin's strike unleashed the full extent of his cultivation, and he also unreservedly displayed the power of his dao ancient clan.

In the Immortal Clan region of the Immortal Astral Continent, Wang Lin was extremely cautious in using his dao ancient Divine Abilities, not wanting to be recognized by too many people and find himself unable to move freely.

After all, fundamentally speaking, he belonged to the dao ancient lineage, not an Immortal, so he couldn't afford to be anything but cautious in this Immortal Clan territory.

But within this Spatial Stone, he had no such reservations. With a single strike, a colossal dao ancient phantom, seemingly supporting the heavens and earth, appeared behind Wang Lin. This dao ancient phantom wore Armor, and the moment it appeared, it exuded waves of ancient aura.

Blood-light flashed as Wang Lin, holding the Blood Sword, swept past Xu Decai's Primordial Spirit and the lantern beneath it at an extremely fast speed. With a bang, Xu Decai's Primordial Spirit spewed out large mouthfuls of Primordial Spirit Qi, and his entire being completely withered. The lantern above his head was swept by this immense force, directly flying backward, and the candle flame within it instantly extinguished.

"I refuse to accept this!" Xu Decai's withered Primordial Spirit let out one last roar before Wang Lin, with a flick of his sleeve, delivered another devastating blow and swept it into his Storage Space.

Having done all this, Wang Lin's body trembled, he spat out fresh blood, and fell from mid-air. He immediately sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to regulate his internal Qi.

The Mosquito King circled around, constantly vigilant, while Yisi, with a strange glint in its eyes, flashed to a distant spot. When it returned, it held an arm in its hand.

This arm was bloody and mangled; it was precisely the arm from Xu Decai's Physical Body. Staring at this arm, Yisi's eyes showed confusion, but soon, mist emanated from its body, enveloping it.

Time slowly passed, and three days went by in a flash. During these three days, the Mosquito King tirelessly acted as Wang Lin's Protector. At this moment, it was quiet, without the slightest fluctuation.

As the third day was about to end, Wang Lin opened his eyes. Deep fatigue was visible within them. In recent days, continuously killing two Early Stage Empty Tribulation Realm Cultivators had left Wang Lin utterly exhausted.

"Two down, eight more to go…" Wang Lin raised his right hand and grabbed forward into the Void Realm. Immediately, a head flew rapidly and landed in his hand. The head belonged to Xu Decai's Physical Body, its eyes open, with despair and fear lingering in its lifeless gaze.

Staring at Xu Decai's head, Wang Lin watched for a long time before putting it away, placing it together with Liu Zhiyuan's head.

"This person's lantern Magic Treasure is quite peculiar…" Wang Lin mused, looking up into the distance. With a flick of his sleeve, the lantern that had fallen to the ground with its candle flame extinguished flew up and floated before him.

Looking at this item, Wang Lin exhaled a mouthful of Primordial Spirit Qi onto it to refine it. Slowly, a candle flame reignited within the lantern, emitting a soft glow.

With his insight into the Origin of Restrictions, Wang Lin examined this lantern thoroughly, inside and out. This item was a pure defensive treasure; it had no offensive power whatsoever, but its defense was extremely strong.

As long as the candle flame within it did not extinguish, the Primordial Spirit would not perish! It could even nourish the Primordial Spirit, causing it to slowly grow stronger, as if it had swallowed a Medicinal Pill.

If this item were refined into the body and guarded beside the Primordial Spirit, the soft candle-light it emitted could permeate the Physical Body, adding an invisible layer of protection to the Physical Body.

"Had it not been for this item, Xu Decai would have likely found it very difficult to survive the second round of the killing game…" Wang Lin opened his mouth and inhaled. Immediately, the lantern shrank and merged into Wang Lin's mouth, settling beside the Primordial Spirit within his body. The soft candle-light it emitted enveloped Wang Lin's body.

A warm sensation emerged in Wang Lin's mind. He took a deep breath, and his eyes showed excitement.

"This battle was worth it! Most importantly, there's also the secret of how this person could cast Divine Abilities so quickly. If I can master it, my combat power can greatly increase!" From the beginning of his fight with Xu Decai until now, Wang Lin had deeply experienced his terrifying spellcasting speed. At that speed, as long as he was given an opportunity, the opponent would likely have no chance to resist at all, being completely at a disadvantage and continuously hit by Divine Abilities without any power to fight back.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered. He lowered his head and abruptly flipped his right hand, and immediately, Xu Decai's Primordial Spirit, severely damaged and in an extremely weak state, appeared in his hand.

Its Primordial Spirit's eyes were tightly shut, as if unconscious, shrunken to three inches in size, lying quietly in Wang Lin's palm.

Staring at this Primordial Spirit, Wang Lin suddenly clenched his right hand tightly! The moment he clenched it, he performed Soul Scouring. In reality, if there was too great a difference in cultivation between two parties, Soul Scouring would be difficult to use, unless the opponent was severely injured, making them like Xu Decai currently, only then could this technique be used without reservation.

Xu Decai's entire life's memories were, at this moment, unreservedly sifted through by Wang Lin, one by one. He was constantly searching for the root cause.

Time slowly passed, and three hours quickly went by. After all, Xu Decai had lived for too long, and it took a certain amount of time to find a specific Cultivation Technique within his complex memories.

After three hours, Wang Lin's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a look of ecstasy.

"Speed God Art!! Xu Decai had a fortuitous encounter in his early years. From a meteorite that fell from outside the heavens, he discovered a complex Seal carved upon it. By Cultivating with this, he gained that terrifying spellcasting speed…" Wang Lin opened his palm, and Xu Decai's Primordial Spirit trembled, slowly dissipating, as if it could collapse at any moment.

But after a long time, it still did not collapse and dissipate. Instead, a faint, eerie light suddenly appeared on it, exuding an overwhelming resentment. This resentment was formed from his unwillingness before death.

What made Wang Lin's eyes narrow, however, was that after this resentment intensified, it slowly decreased. Once it maintained a certain level, Xu Decai's Primordial Spirit no longer dissipated or collapsed, but slowly opened its eyes.

The moment its eyes opened and met Wang Lin's gaze, Wang Lin's mind suddenly boomed, and he became disoriented. The Xu Decai in his palm flickered and rapidly flew into the distance.

But Wang Lin quickly recovered, his eyes showing a strange glint, and even disbelief.

"It actually produced a ghost!" Wang Lin, having Cultivated multiple illusion techniques, had a good understanding of the probability of deceased humans or Vicious Beasts producing ghosts. This had nothing to do with cultivation, but it was extremely rare!

Unless it was done using the Great Soul Gate's methods, but in that case, the quality of the ghosts obtained would be very low, at most only capable of producing Medium Grade ghost banners.

He understood that if a deceased person or Vicious Beast could spontaneously give birth to a ghost, such a ghost would be an immense blessing for someone who Cultivated multiple illusion techniques!

Wang Lin's heart pounded faster. This sudden surprise was beyond his expectation. At this moment, without hesitation, he stared at Xu Decai's ghost, which was fleeing rapidly in the distance, and with indescribable excitement, his body flickered and he sped after it.

A mere ghost could not escape Wang Lin's grasp at all. He could even kill this person when alive, let alone after death.

A moment later, Wang Lin's figure flashed back, firmly grasping a struggling and screaming ghost in his hand.

Holding the ghost, Wang Lin put it into his Storage Space. This item would be of great use to him!

Having done all this, Wang Lin took a deep breath and calmed his mind to study the Speed God Art from Xu Decai's memories. This Divine Ability followed an extreme path, capable of increasing the speed of casting Divine Abilities to a terrifying degree.

Its main principle was to open nine divine meridians within the body. For each additional divine meridian, the speed would increase significantly.

Xu Decai, having Cultivated until now, already possessed seven divine meridians!

The so-called divine meridians were a term used by the Speed God Art. In reality, it was a special method that, at the cost of a Seal, created a speed-accelerating cycle within the body, thereby multiplying the spellcasting speed.

"Sealing a Cultivator's Primordial Spirit within the body to form a Vortex… This technique, how does it feel quite similar to some Divine Abilities of the ancient clan Cultivators…" As Wang Lin studied the Speed God Art, this thought surfaced in his mind.

The more he looked, the clearer this thought became. In the end, it seemed to him that this technique was by no means only applicable to spellcasting; if used with the body of an ancient clan Cultivator, its power would likely be even more terrifying!

"It's a pity I don't have any extra Primordial Spirits right now…" Wang Lin mused, committing the Speed God Art to memory. After thoroughly comprehending it, he stood up, raised his right hand, and grabbed forward. Immediately, the ground trembled, and a Gourd appeared, landing in his hand. The thirty million dao souls within it now had a large portion remaining; not many had died.

The blue umbrella in the sky was also taken away by Wang Lin. Finally, he also put the Mosquito King and Yisi, who was enveloped in mist, fusing with Xu Decai's arm, seemingly about to recover its complete arms, into his Storage Space.

Having done all this, a cold glint appeared in Wang Lin's eyes.

"It's time to go back…" He flickered and disappeared from this shattered space.

Several days passed, and mist rolled over the Extreme Heaven Grassland, with continuous battles within. The closer it got to the end, the higher the cultivation of the surviving Cultivators, and the harder they were to kill. Therefore, even the battles became prolonged.

Within the mist, ordinary Cultivators were almost insane, their eyes red, constantly casting various Divine Abilities. In the depths of the mist, the Old Man surnamed Zhang and the Old Man surnamed Zhao fought together against Lü Wenran and several Early Stage Empty Tribulation Realm Cultivators who had joined forces to encircle them.

Not far away, the two remaining Early Stage Empty Tribulation Realm female Cultivators from the Green Devil Continent were battling Yan Luan and Elder Xu Dongde of the Great Soul Gate.

With the reduction of two more Early Stage Empty Tribulation Realm Grand Venerables from the Green Devil Continent, their strength plummeted. As a result, the pressure on the two Middle Stage Empty Tribulation Realm Old Monsters, Zhang and Zhao, doubled; they had to face more people.

Today, several days later, these two Green Devil Continent Middle Stage Empty Tribulation Realm Old Monsters were already extremely disheveled, vaguely appearing unable to resist.

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