Chapter 292: Illusions

Picking up this ancient sword, Wang Lin swept it with his Divine Sense and was immediately moved. His face instantly showed ecstasy, and he took a deep breath, carefully placing the sword into his Storage Pouch.

Wang Lin had long known that this sword possessed immense power, but he had not expected its internal structure to be remarkably similar to a Restriction Banner. It was engraved with countless Restrictions, all possessing a single attack attribute. How could such a sword not be powerful?

Wang Lin roughly calculated that most of the offensive Restrictions within the sword were ones he had never seen before. They were arranged in three-Restriction groups, totaling three hundred groups.

These Restrictions were clearly not something that could be comprehended in a short time. Wang Lin suppressed the urge to study them immediately and picked up the Storage Pouch left by the green-robed Cultivator.

After sweeping his Divine Sense through the Storage Pouch, Wang Lin's face once again showed a strange expression.

"Killing people and seizing treasures in the Immortal Realm is indeed extremely tempting!" Wang Lin sighed after a long while.

Inside the Storage Pouch, there were only three types of items: a Jade Slip, a Return Cauldron, and finally, hundreds of Top-Grade Spirit Stones!

Hundreds of Top-Grade Spirit Stones made even Wang Lin's composure falter, his heart pounding uncontrollably. He subconsciously looked around, then chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"It seems my composure is still not enough."

It was no wonder Wang Lin reacted this way. After all, on the Vermilion Bird Star, Top-Grade Spirit Stones were extremely rare. In fact, even on the Cultivation Planet where the Great Luo Sect was located, Top-Grade Spirit Stones were uncommon. However, the Great Luo Sect was a millennium-old sect with deep foundations, so it naturally had some in stock.

After reading the Jade Slip, Wang Lin completely understood the situation here.

After several entries and exits into this Immortal Realm, the Great Luo Sect had found a total of thirty-seven fragmented areas, and secretly set up Teleportation Formations within all thirty-seven of them.

However, since these Teleportation Formations were constructed within the Immortal Realm, ordinary Spirit Stones could not activate them; only Top-Grade Spirit Stones could be used. This was why the green-robed Cultivator's Storage Pouch contained so many Top-Grade Spirit Stones.

Through this information, Wang Lin learned that many Cultivators entering the Immortal Realm, like the Great Luo Sect, must have their own Teleportation Formations. Only those who were visiting for the first time, or lone Cultivators, would choose to descend randomly from a Vortex after Ascension.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He picked up the Return Cauldron, his heart stirring. The purpose of this Return Cauldron was to return to one's affiliated Cultivation Planet. If he activated this Return Cauldron, would he return to the Vermilion Bird Star, or to the Great Luo Sect's location?

Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then put away the Return Cauldron, distinguishing it from his own. Otherwise, if he accidentally used the wrong one and returned to the Great Luo Sect's location, it would be dangerous.

After doing all this, Wang Lin tossed the Jade Slip forward. With a thought from his Divine Thought, the Jade Slip immediately glowed, and a Formation slowly appeared in mid-air. On this Formation, there were two recessed areas, clearly for placing Spirit Stones.

Without a word, Wang Lin took out two Top-Grade Spirit Stones and flicked them, landing precisely in the recesses. The Formation immediately began to operate, and the Jade Slip's light grew brighter and brighter. Then, a phantom image, like a map, appeared on it.

Wang Lin was not unfamiliar with this scene; it was the same sight that every Cultivator entering the Immortal Realm saw during their descent, like a mirror shattered on the ground.

In this image, among the countless gray fragments, thirty-seven were brightly colored, forming a stark contrast with the other fragments.

Wang Lin looked at the image, recalling the location of his own fragment when he descended from the Vortex earlier. His eyes flashed, and he found his current position.

He tapped one of the fragments with his right hand, and the image immediately disappeared. The Formation fully activated, and Wang Lin's figure vanished into thin air.

On an edge fragment somewhere in the Immortal Realm, fierce winds raged. A massive Rift stretched across the sky, and gusts of cold wind roared wildly from within, as if the entire world was enveloped by its power.

There were no mountains here, only a desert-like expanse. Countless years ago, this place also had mountains and water, but after a calamity, an Immortal's supreme treasure, the Profound Wind Immortal Sword, fell here, tearing through space and forming this Rift.

As for the sword itself, at the moment it tore through space, it shattered and transformed into violent winds that ceaselessly swept across this land.

At this moment, above the violent sky, a Formation appeared. The Formation glowed brightly, forming a defensive light barrier that blocked the wind outside. However, the light barrier swayed violently, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Wang Lin's figure appeared within the Formation. He intently scanned his surroundings, and his brow immediately furrowed. This place was clearly too different from the fragment he was in before. If the previous fragment was generally damaged, then this place before him was completely and utterly destroyed.

Logically, why would the Great Luo Sect specifically set up a Teleportation Formation in such a place? Wang Lin pondered for a moment. Seeing the light barrier outside the Formation sway even more violently, he shot out, rushing from within the Formation.

The moment he stepped out of the light barrier, Wang Lin immediately felt the fierce wind, like knives, striking his body. The Formation behind him slowly disappeared, concealing itself through a special method.

Between heaven and earth, there was only one sound: the wailing of the wind, as if countless figures were continuously weeping all around. This feeling became clearer and clearer as Wang Lin's body continuously descended.

The moment he landed on the sandy ground, Wang Lin suddenly felt a warning in his heart. He sharply looked back and saw black figures slowly appearing in the distance, stirred by the howling winds behind him.

Wang Lin was startled. He saw these black figures, yet his Divine Sense detected nothing. Without a word, he patted his Storage Pouch, and the Restriction Banner appeared in his hand.

At this moment, the black figures gradually became clear, and Wang Lin's expression immediately turned strange. He saw that these figures were actually beautiful young women, each charming in her own way.

These women wore colorful clothes, and behind them followed a group of young boys holding trays laden with countless Immortal fruits and fine wines.

These people walked towards Wang Lin, chatting and laughing.

Wang Lin frowned. He only saw these people seeming to talk and laugh, but strangely, no sound reached him. All around, there was still only the sound of wailing, nothing else.

Gradually, these people drew closer. Wang Lin's eyes narrowed. He saw that above these people, some black figures also appeared. These black figures slowly revealed their forms: they were young men, treading on auspicious clouds, flying forward with the procession as if guarding it, occasionally sweeping their gazes around.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and put away his Restriction Banner. By now, the figures had already arrived before Wang Lin. Wang Lin did not dodge at all, allowing them to pass by him.

One of the young boys actually passed right through Wang Lin's body.

It wasn't until this group of people had walked far away that Wang Lin gave a bitter smile. He had already discovered earlier that these were not real people, but mere illusions.

Presumably, there was a strange power within this Immortal Realm fragment that could project some scenes from the Immortal Realm of yesteryear.

Wang Lin looked at the departing figures, feeling a pang of emotion. These people were likely real individuals from back then, but now they had vanished with the wind, leaving behind only this illusion.

What exactly happened in the Immortal Realm back then for it to be destroyed to such an extent?

This question once again surfaced in Wang Lin's mind. He remained silent for a moment, then followed far behind the illusions.

These people walked farther and farther, and after a long time, they stopped at a certain location. Wang Lin, watching carefully from behind them, immediately noticed that after they stopped, the illusion changed again, revealing a palace-like structure. Inside, there were many tables, on which these people placed various Immortal fruits and fine wines.

Behind those tables sat several individuals with Immortal bearing and Daoist bones. These people were chatting and laughing, occasionally waving their hands, causing Spells to appear from their fingers, as if debating something.

Wang Lin watched the scene before him, especially focusing on the Spells of those individuals with Immortal bearing and Daoist bones. He took a deep breath. These people did not even form any Hand Seals; all their Spells and Divine Abilities appeared effortlessly, extremely naturally, as if the power of heaven and earth was entirely within their grasp, to be used at will.

At this moment, one of them stood up, a look of anger on his face. He pointed at someone and spoke loudly for a few sentences, then with a raised hand, a purple Lightning Orb appeared. This person pointed at the Lightning Orb, tossed it upwards, and the Lightning Orb immediately floated out of the hall, flying towards the sky.

Wang Lin's gaze followed the Lightning Orb, but just then, the illusion's originally pleasant sky, where Immortal cranes flew, suddenly changed. Black lightning bolts streaked across the sky. These lightning bolts rapidly transformed into a giant fist, which violently struck the Lightning Orb.

The Lightning Orb immediately shattered, but the fist's momentum did not stop at all, descending from the sky.

The faces of everyone in the palace immediately changed drastically. Two of them reacted extremely quickly, already flying out of the palace to investigate, but the giant fist formed by the lightning had already descended.

With the power of one punch! All the Immortals immediately disintegrated, turning into nothingness. The entire palace instantly collapsed and vanished, leaving only the two Immortals who had flown out first, their bodies shimmering with seven-colored light, blocking the fist.

Their expressions changed drastically. Just then, a blue sword light, rotating from the distant Void Realm, sliced across the sky, tearing open a massive Rift. Gusts of black Qi surged out from within the Rift.

Immediately after, a giant palm materialized in the sky, gently grasping the sword in the blue light. With a squeeze, the sword instantly cracked and shattered, turning into specks of blue light that vanished into the Rift. However, amidst this blue light, the Scabbard of this Immortal sword did not shatter; instead, after numerous fractures appeared, it flashed and disappeared along the sky's Rift.