Chapter 1825: Immortal Astral, tenth sun, Zhang Daozong!!

Chapter 1825: Immortal Astral, tenth sun, Zhang Daozong!! (Fourth Update)

This time, the slaughter did not involve as many Cultivators as the first, so the area affected was not very large, spanning less than a few hundred li.

On the grassland, about tens of thousands of li away from the battlefield, it was still shrouded in mist. Amidst the weeds and mud on the ground, there was a stone. At this moment, the stone emitted bursts of eerie light, and Wang Lin's figure suddenly materialized.

The sky was dim, shrouded in mist. The rain from several days ago had not stopped, though it had lessened significantly, merging with the mist to create a damp atmosphere.

Lowering his head, he picked up the Spatial Stone and stored it within his Storage Space. Wang Lin looked into the distance, a cold glint appearing in his eyes.

"After entering, the Spatial Stone will land where it was originally placed. In this way, it is actually very dangerous. Unless absolutely necessary, it is better not to use it again."

Wang Lin's body flickered, ripples echoed beneath his feet, and his figure vanished in an instant.

When he appeared, he was already less than a thousand li away from the battlefield where the slaughter of millions was taking place. Here, he could faintly feel the waves of Divine Ability coming from the front, as well as the lingering aura of death.

Whenever there was such large-scale slaughter, countless people on both sides were bound to die. Wang Lin was already weary of such wars and did not wish to participate too much. He felt no sense of belonging here, nor did he have the hot-blooded passion to shout, 'For us Cultivators, why fear a battle?'

All he did was to fulfill the three conditions entrusted to him by Old Ancestor Qing Niu and repay the three gifts from the Great Soul Gate! This was Wang Lin's character; he valued gratitude!

"It is no longer suitable to continue fighting against Empty Tribulation Realm Cultivators right now… But if there are any severely injured Empty Tribulation Realm Cultivators, perhaps I can take advantage of the situation…" Wang Lin's eyes flashed. His body turned into a wisp of smoke, ethereal and merging into the mist as he sped forward, getting closer and closer to the battlefield ahead.

As he continued to approach, the fluctuations of Divine Ability became more intense, and the aura of death grew thicker. Faintly, he could even hear the sounds of slaughter and the roaring collisions of Magic Treasure and Divine Ability coming from ahead.

"This battlefield is indeed a way to capture Primordial Spirits and Seal them within the body to Cultivate the Speed God Art!" Wang Lin was getting closer and closer to the battlefield. Before long, he charged into the few-hundred-li battlefield. The sound of roaring filled his ears, waves of Spell fluctuations echoed, and a kaleidoscope of colors filled the air.

The six or seven thousand Cultivators from both sides were now reduced to fewer than four thousand. With bloodshot eyes, they were engaged in a tragic collision. Wang Lin wandered among the fighting Cultivators. He saw the deaths of the Green Devil Continent and the deaths of the Tianniu Continent, but he did not make a move.

He did not wish to participate in this slaughter. In his view, whether it was the Tianniu Continent or the Green Devil Continent, they were all birds of a feather; there was no difference.

Flickering, Wang Lin flew rapidly toward the depths of the battlefield. Before long, Wang Lin suddenly paused his body and turned to look to the right. There, amidst the swirling mist, two Cultivators were fighting. One of them was in a losing position, facing danger multiple times, and was currently retreating repeatedly. The old man from the Green Devil Continent before him had impressive cultivation, reaching the Middle Stage of the empty profound, and his attacks were extremely ruthless.

"It's him!" Wang Lin glanced at the retreating Cultivator. He had some impression of this person; it was the gray-haired old man who had appeared on the Extreme Heaven Grassland back then.

The old man was in a sorry state, his face pale and blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, but his expression remained firm, without the slightest change.

After watching for a few moments, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his body flickered away.

The Cultivator chasing the gray-haired old man had a ferocious expression. As he growled and waved his hands, two huge phantom shadows stood outside his body, and he gave chase in an instant.

"You have fought with me for so long, now go to your death for me!!" The Cultivator suddenly raised his hands and pointed forward. The two huge phantoms on either side of his body roared and transformed into a long rainbow, rushing forward, about to catch up with the gray-haired old man.

The gray-haired old man sighed inwardly. He had become somewhat indifferent to life and death. In this battlefield, he had seen many comrades die miserable deaths, and now, it was his turn.

A trace of sorrow arose in his heart, but more than that, it was a sense of relief. However, letting himself wait for death was impossible. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he prepared to self-detonate!

This was the last thing he, as a Cultivator of the Tianniu Continent, could do for his homeland before he died!

"I was born in the Tianniu Continent. My cultivation was created by the heaven and earth, spirits and objects of the Tianniu Continent. Now, I shall return it to the Tianniu Continent, with no regrets!" The gray-haired old man's gaze was calm. Just as he finished speaking and turned around, no longer fleeing, and was about to self-detonate, his pupils suddenly constricted. He saw a figure suddenly appear between himself and the pursuing Cultivator.

It was a figure with white hair and white clothes!

Wang Lin appeared silently. He raised his right hand and waved it forward casually. The heaven and earth roared, and the surrounding mist rolled violently. The two approaching phantom demonic shadows shuddered, and then suddenly collapsed.

The collapse of the phantom demonic gods caused the Green Devil Continent Cultivator's expression to change drastically, revealing a look of horror. It wasn't that his Divine Ability couldn't be broken, but for the opponent to break it so easily, there could only be one explanation!

The opponent was at least a Mysterious Tribulation Cultivator!!

As this thought flashed through his mind, the Green Devil Continent Cultivator's scalp went numb. Without hesitation, he retreated rapidly, intending to flee the area.

Wang Lin snorted coldly. He lifted his foot and took a step forward, appearing directly thousands of zhang away, at the place where the Green Devil Continent Cultivator was fleeing. He materialized instantly in front of the opponent, and with a palm descending like Mount Tai, he smashed down. In the instant the Cultivator had no power to dodge, he pressed his hand onto the Cultivator's heavenly spirit.

With a bang, the Cultivator's whole body collapsed, disintegrating into a bloody mess. His Primordial Spirit was surrounded by this power and was forcibly pulled out from his collapsing body. Wang Lin grabbed it, quickly performed Hand Seals to cast a large number of marks, and then pressed it onto his own chest.

The Primordial Spirit disappeared, but inside Wang Lin's body, a Vortex appeared. This Vortex was the embryonic form of a divine meridian he had opened up within his body, following the Incantation and method of the Speed God Art exactly.

Everything happened extremely quickly and ended in the blink of an eye. The gray-haired old man stood there, blankly watching Wang Lin's back disappear in a flash. After a long time, he took a long breath.

"He is that Elder from the Great Soul Gate!" This old man had seen Wang Lin in the underground palace and recognized him at a glance. However, Wang Lin's retreating back, his long white hair, his white clothes, and the coldness emanating from his body gave the old man a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it faintly somewhere before.

Wang Lin wandered within the mist, constantly approaching the deeper areas where the Empty Tribulation Realm Cultivators were fighting. Along the way, whenever he saw a Cultivator with empty profound cultivation, he would immediately make a move to kill them, take their Primordial Spirit, and Seal it within his body to consolidate that first divine meridian.

Wang Lin had a faint understanding of the principle of this Speed God Art: by continuously sealing a certain level of Primordial Spirits and making them turn into that Vortex, once this Vortex rotated, the speed would be extremely fast!

The more Cultivators sealed, and the higher their cultivation, the faster the Vortex would rotate. Similarly, when Wang Lin needed it, the speed at which he cast Divine Ability would also increase correspondingly.

But it was not without limits. As Wang Lin walked along, by the time he approached the edge of the battlefield where the Empty Tribulation Realm Cultivators were fighting, he had already sealed nine people. After these nine, he could no longer Seal any more, nor could he form a second divine meridian.

This point was explained in the Speed God Art. After experiencing it himself, Wang Lin had a deep realization: to form a second divine meridian, he needed Primordial Spirits with higher cultivation.

Unless he could do as Xu Decai did and start sealing from void nirvana Cultivators. But if he did that, the power would be greatly reduced. Now, the single Vortex Wang Lin had formed by sealing empty profound Cultivators was stronger than the four vortices Xu Decai had back then.

From this, one can see the difference.

"Mysterious Tribulation Cultivators should be able to allow a second divine meridian to appear in my body, but in this battlefield, Mysterious Tribulation Cultivators are rare…" Wang Lin narrowed his eyes, looking at the violently churning mist in the distance, where all the Empty Tribulation Realm Cultivators from both sides were present.

After watching for a while, Wang Lin frowned.

"It is difficult for them to be severely injured in the short term. Those few Green Devil Continent Cultivators don't know what kind of Medicinal Pill they took; it seems they can faintly resist this mist while simultaneously increasing their combat power… In that case, I might as well go look for Mysterious Tribulation Cultivators first." Wang Lin's eyes showed contemplation. As he was quietly retreating and about to leave, his expression suddenly changed. Without thinking, Wang Lin immediately unleashed his full speed and rushed forward violently.

In the instant he rushed out less than three zhang, a green light approached in an instant and landed on the spot where he had just been. The ground shook, and a thunderous roar rose to the sky, spreading all around. Even the mist seemed to show signs of collapsing under this blow from the green light.

This blow even caused a massive wave-like impact, pushing Wang Lin's body far away. If it weren't for Wang Lin sensing it in time, that blow just now would have been enough to severely injure him!

Without turning around, Wang Lin felt his hair stand on end. He clearly sensed a Divine Thought locking onto him. His body flickered, and he hurried forward.

Ripples appeared beneath his feet, and he was about to merge into the heaven and earth.

"Stop!" But just at this moment, a cold voice echoed in his ears. The heaven and earth seemed to be sealed, and he was unable to merge!

"An Old Monster at the Middle Stage of the Empty Tribulation Realm!" Wang Lin immediately judged the cultivation of the person who had locked onto him. Gritting his teeth, he no longer tried to merge into the heaven and earth. Instead, he flicked his large sleeve, and a Mosquito Beast appeared, carrying his body as it sped away.

Behind Wang Lin, the old man surnamed Zhang, who had previously been fighting Lü Wenran and several Tianniu Continent Empty Tribulation Realm Cultivators, took a step. Staring at the place where Wang Lin was fleeing, a murderous intent appeared in his eyes. He took a step, ignoring the battle here, and quickly gave chase!

"I, Zhang Daozong, have waited for you for several days. Finally, I have waited for you, this little fox, to come out. You killed Liu Zhiyuan, so you must go and appease the Sect Master's anger!"

Wang Lin did not say a word. Relying on the speed of the Mosquito Beast, he flew ten thousand zhang in an instant. But the speed of Zhang Daozong behind him was even faster, and in an instant, the distance was less than a hundred zhang!

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