Chapter 1973: Dim Lights, Nine Curves Three Phases (Part 2) – Second Update

Nine Curves Three Phases. The first curve is the Azure Sky Wind Curve!

The second curve is the Heavenly Dao Thunder Sound!

And the third curve is the Mortal Dust Cloud Flute!

This Mortal Dust Cloud Flute slowly rose from the wisps of white clouds appearing in the golden sky, entering one's mind, allowing people to relax, as if they were about to fall asleep.

The moment Wang Lin stepped onto the 240th step, such a flute sound echoed through the world. This sound was exquisite, not something a living being could play, but rather emitted when the wind pierced through the clouds, creating countless small holes on the cloud's surface.

It merged with the Wind Curve, forming an extremely beautiful melody in the world, while the thunder sound, like a drum, perfectly fused with it.

This sound was captivating. Xuan Luo immersed himself in the music, silently closing his eyes.

The four gray-robed figures on the four pillars surrounding the tall tower also silently listened to the music, their expressions revealing melancholy and reminiscence. As for the figure in the mist on the top floor of the tall tower, upon hearing this music, it let out a sigh.

Wang Lin stood motionless on the 240th step. He was also listening to the melody formed by the wind, thunder, and clouds. The tune entered his heart, making his Primordial Spirit and Soul seem to be enveloped in warmth, slowly nourishing them. All the injuries inside and outside his body sustained from stepping up miraculously recovered in this music.

Inside his body, the power resulting from the Immortal Ancient Fusion increased slightly, but it remained dormant, not yet circulating.

After a long time, a light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. Under the influence of the music, he slowly raised his foot and walked forward, step by step. Wang Lin's expression was no longer fierce, but completely calm.

His eyes were no longer bloodshot; instead, he took those steps with composure.

The Golden Sky served as light, the black earth as the road, the thunder as the drum, the wind curve as the performance, and the cloud flute accompanied him, surrounding Wang Lin, allowing his steps to steadily ascend the steps, reaching the 250th step.

The instant his foot landed, an extra note immediately appeared in the melody of wind, thunder, and clouds between the Golden Sky and black earth. This note was the sound of rushing water, like rain falling from the Nine Heavens and hitting the ground.

The sound of rushing rain echoed throughout the world, intertwining with the cloud flute, making the music even more exquisite. Faintly, it seemed as if all things were about to revive, bursting forth with vigorous life.

At this moment, Xuan Luo opened his eyes. He looked at Wang Lin and let out a deep breath. Given his cultivation and status, he would not usually show excessive shock or astonishment, but now, his mind was stirred by the Four Curves of Nine that Wang Lin had elicited.

"Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate… you do not acknowledge his existence, but now, I wonder what your thoughts are… or rather, will my Disciple, Wang Lin, who possesses Soul Blood, acknowledge your existence!" Xuan Luo's gaze passed over Wang Lin, who was still walking on the steps, and landed on the tall tower atop the Ancient Dao Mountain, thinking silently.

The top floor of the tall tower was silent as before. The figure in the mist had closed its eyes after the previous sigh, seemingly immersed in the music, its face, covered by the mist, showing melancholy and reminiscence.

Wang Lin paused slightly on the 250th step. After hearing the sound of the rain, he immersed himself for a moment before walking up again.

On the 260th step, Wang Lin heard the Sound of the Sky. This sound was very mysterious; the sky was inherently silent, but at this moment, there was a faint, soft murmur, like a gentle chant, coming from above, merging with the melodies of the Azure Sky Wind Curve, Heavenly Dao Thunder Sound, Mortal Dust Cloud Flute, and Moistening Rain of Ten Thousand Things.

The moment this tune appeared, the sparse Immortal Ancient Power that had been forged under the pressure of Ancient Dao Mountain within Wang Lin's body slowly showed signs of circulation, emerging from its dormant state.

However, its circulation speed was very slow, and he didn't know how long it would take to complete one cycle within Wang Lin's body. Wang Lin was not anxious. Under the Five Curves of Nine, his body felt very warm inside and out, as if possessing infinite power.

Amidst this state, the drop of Soul Blood from the Ancient Ancestor within Wang Lin's body also slowly showed signs of melting. This Soul Blood was precisely the source that Xuan Luo had previously pleaded with the Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate to awaken the Bloodline, only to be refused.

Wang Lin silently walked forward, traversing step after step. The moment his foot landed on the 270th step, all the Origins within Wang Lin's body suddenly melted!

At this instant, there were no Origins left inside Wang Lin's body, but his eyes emitted a silver light. Under that light, his eyes turned silver!

They looked completely devoid of emotion and extremely cold; even the black of his pupils had turned silver! The moment these Silver Eyes appeared, an indescribable aura emanated from Wang Lin. This aura was precisely the nihilistic, ethereal aura that Xuan Luo had sensed back in the Immortal Cave Realm!

After this aura appeared, complexity showed in Xuan Luo's eyes.

"In the Nine Curves Three Phases, the Silver Eyes are a shared trait. The Ancient Ancestor's Nine Curves can transform, and the second phase of the Three Phases also possesses these eyes…"

On the pillars surrounding the tall tower, the four gray-robed figures withdrew their gazes from the sky and focused them again on Wang Lin. Looking at the silver in Wang Lin's eyes, their own eyes showed confusion, a confusion tinged with emptiness, as if their minds had been captivated!

It seemed they possessed a strange attraction to these Silver Eyes!

As for the figure in the mist inside the tall tower, after a long silence, it uttered a phrase that echoed throughout the world.

"Nine Curves Three Phases… Five Curves and Two Phases have appeared on you… Come up. If you can walk up 300 steps, I can awaken your Soul Blood and summon you…"

The voice was still indifferent.

Wang Lin stood on the 270th step, giving no response to the indifferent voice. Instead, he raised his foot and walked again. The instant he stood on the 280th step, the Ancient Clan Power within Wang Lin's body immediately melted.

As it melted, one more curve immediately appeared besides the existing five curves in the world. This curve was the Music of the Earth; the black earth emitted a desolate Funeral Sound.

It was unclear how the Funeral Sound echoed, but it clearly emanated from the earth. The music was sorrowful, seemingly representing the death of the buried.

It mingled with the Sound of the Sky, seemingly representing life and death, and merged with the sounds of wind, cloud, thunder, and rain, transforming into a final masterpiece!

"Nine Curves Three Phases… I have heard of it too… Now it seems Six Curves and Two Phases have appeared…" In his silence, Wang Lin felt his Origin cultivation and Ancient Clan Power successively melt and vanish within his body, yet they were not lost, but were merging deeply with his physical body.

What he could sense now was the new power that appeared after the Immortal Ancient Fusion. This power was still circulating, though still slowly, perhaps requiring several years or even decades to complete one cycle.

He silently raised his foot, utilizing the pressure from Ancient Dao Mountain, and stepped onto the 281st step, advancing step by step. The moment he stood on the 290th step, he clearly felt that the circulation speed within his body had accelerated slightly.

At the same time, he also sensed the traces of the Origin and Ancient Clan Power that had dissipated within his body. These two powers resided within his Primordial Spirit and his Five Viscera and Six Bowels.

The power residing in the Primordial Spirit was the Origin, and the power residing in the Five Viscera and Six Bowels was the Ancient Clan Power. They seemed both merged and unmerged, but this state was vastly different from Wang Lin's previous condition.

Moreover, the instant Wang Lin stepped onto the 290th step, one more curve suddenly appeared among the six curves of the world. Outsiders could not hear this curve; only Wang Lin could. It was the sound produced by his own body.

This sound, the Body Sound, was the sound produced every time he looked up, every time he waved his arm, every time he lifted his feet, and even every time he breathed, every time the pores on his skin opened and closed!

These sounds were subtle, but at this moment, they merged with the sounds of heaven and earth, condensing outside Wang Lin's body, transforming into a wisp of light music that spread around.

"Is this the Seventh Curve…" After listening for a moment, Wang Lin abruptly raised his head, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, staring at the tall tower atop Ancient Dao Mountain.

"You once said that I, Wang, could not pass the 300th step…" Wang Lin raised his foot, taking a stride that crossed ten steps, landing directly on the 300th step.

The instant he stood there, the confusion and emptiness in the eyes of two of the gray-robed figures on the four pillars outside the mountain-top tall tower were replaced by a cold light. As if recovering their senses, a cold intent flashed in their eyes, their bodies suddenly swayed, and they rushed out simultaneously. In mid-air, their figures overlapped, startlingly transforming into a single person, who then strode forward, rushing toward Wang Lin like a bolt of lightning.

Approaching instantly, a punch was thrown!

This punch contained a gray mist. The mist revealed the shadow of a giant head, carrying a sense of madness and emitting a silent roar, heading straight for Wang Lin!

A thumping sound immediately erupted from Wang Lin's body at this moment. This sound, like a heartbeat, was the Eighth Curve formed by Wang Lin's Five Viscera and Six Bowels!

The Five Viscera Curve!

It was the sound formed by the contraction of his lungs, the beating of his heart, the vibration of his spleen's Meridians, the trembling of his liver, and the bursting tension of his kidneys, all merging together!

Intertwining with his Body Sound, merging with the wind, cloud, thunder, and rain, and entangled with the Curve of Heaven and Earth Life and Death, the Sound of Eight Curves erupted!

As these eight curves simultaneously revolved, the Ancient Clan Power within Wang Lin's Five Viscera and Six Bowels violently diffused, instantly merging into Wang Lin's physical flesh and blood. At the same time, the Origin Power within his Primordial Spirit also moved, spreading throughout the various Meridians in Wang Lin's body.

As these two powers dispersed, after condensing both body and inner self, they completely fused together for the first time, centered around Wang Lin's body, transforming into a massive Immortal Ancient Fusion Power. This power accelerated within Wang Lin's body at an unimaginable speed, completing a cycle in an instant, a cycle that previously would have required decades.

This power, belonging neither to Immortal nor Ancient, transformed into a low roar from Wang Lin after completing the cycle!

"Get lost!!"

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