Chapter 297: The Collapse of the Immortal Realm Fragment

Chapter 297: The Collapse of the Immortal Realm Fragment (Third Update, really spitting blood)

Sun Lei's plan was excellent. He had endured for so long, and only now did he unleash the fan's power. His aim was to use Wang Lin as bait so that once the thin threads recovered, they would chase Wang Lin, allowing him to escape.

Otherwise, even if he obtained the treasure, it would be difficult to escape under the frantic pursuit of those thin threads. After all, if the treasure was taken, the threads would become crazed, and their pursuit would be far more intense than the previous two times.

He had already thought it through: after getting the treasure, he would throw the skeleton onto Wang Lin. This way, those thin threads presumably wouldn't abandon the near for the far.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He had always been on guard against this person, so how could he let the other party have his way? Although the black ice was indeed strange, he had long since held the green-robed old man's wooden雕 in his hand.

The moment the black ice sealed around him, the Concept of Time from the wooden雕 immediately emanated.

Time, its passing is time, its reversal is also time. Within the Concept of Time, the alteration of time changes with one's will. This is the power of the Concept of Time.

Wang Lin had Cultivated for many years in the Heaven Defying space, so he had a deep understanding of this reversal of time. This was also one of the important reasons why he could imitate the Concept of Time.

A trace of strange light diffused from the wooden雕, merging into the black ice that was sealing him. Although the power of this black ice was strong, Wang Lin did not confront it directly; instead, he used the Concept of Time to slightly loosen it. This made it difficult, but not overly so.

Leveraging this trace of the Concept of Time, Wang Lin's body was not completely restrained as Sun Lei had imagined. Instead, just as it was about to envelop him, and as Sun Lei laughed wildly and spoke arrogantly, Wang Lin flickered out from within.

Moreover, with a speed even faster than Sun Lei's, he flashed past the frozen thin threads and appeared outside the cave.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, you haven't given me the Spirit Cleansing Wood yet. Why are you in such a hurry to enter?"

Sun Lei was startled, his expression immediately turning quite ugly. He was also a decisive person; without a word, he patted his Storage Pouch and threw out the Spirit Cleansing Wood.

Wang Lin took it, turned, and entered the cave.

Sun Lei cursed inwardly, but he also knew time was pressing. Half the time had already passed, and he had to hurry, so he quickly rushed in.

As he entered the cave, his first sight was Wang Lin picking up the golden iron piece from the skeleton's chest. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed the Immortal Sword in the skeleton's hand.

But as soon as his hand touched the Immortal Sword, he immediately let out a miserable cry, and countless blood spots instantly appeared on his entire right hand.

Wang Lin didn't even glance at him, turning to rush out of the cave. The Restriction Banner in his hand transformed into black mist, from which streaks of Restriction Qi Dragons surged out, enveloping Wang Lin's body, and then blasted upwards with a rumbling sound.

Sun Lei's eyes were bloodshot. He let out an unwilling low roar and grabbed again. This time, enduring the pain, he finally grasped the Immortal Sword completely. But at that moment, he suddenly let out a scream. His right hand, amidst flashes of golden light, was pierced with numerous bloody wounds by the light. Even his chest was struck by the golden light, and his close-fitting silver armor instantly melted.

Sun Lei immediately retracted his hand, giving up on the Immortal Sword. He roared in anger, rushing out of the cave. He calculated that eight breaths of time had passed. Leaving now, there was still a slight chance; if he didn't leave soon, he might be in danger.

However, nothing in the world is absolutely certain. At this instant, the black thin thread suddenly moved, bursting out from the black ice, letting out a sharp roar, and rushing towards Sun Lei.

Sun Lei was greatly alarmed, his eyes showing disbelief. His sect's treasure stated ten breaths, and it should absolutely be ten breaths. How could it loosen at eight breaths?

He didn't know that because it had absorbed the Lightning Orb, this black thin thread already possessed some Heavenly might. Ten breaths had been reduced by one breath.

Wang Lin's Concept of Time had caused the black ice to slow its sealing, which in turn reduced another breath for this black thin thread.

In his shock, Sun Lei was too late to dodge. As the black thin thread was about to reach him, a shadow of death immediately enveloped him. Especially when he saw Wang Lin rapidly leaving above, intense unwillingness surged into his heart.

A trace of madness appeared in his eyes. Without a word, he slapped his forehead, and a black bead suddenly diffused from his forehead. His eyes showed a never-before-seen look of heartache.

This black bead was formed from hundreds of years of Cultivating his Cultivation Technique. It was condensed after he successfully reached Soul Transformation. According to his School's Cultivation Technique, this bead would be crucial for achieving a Second Primordial Spirit in the future. Without this bead, his cultivation would immediately plummet, dropping from the Soul Transformation Middle Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage.

"Explode!" Sun Lei closed his eyes.

The black bead immediately flashed with black light and instantly exploded with a "bang." A black circular ripple immediately spread out. The black thin thread bore the brunt of it, immediately letting out a shriek, shrinking into a ball, barely resisting the ripple.

However, the thin threads behind it, which had just recovered from the black ice, vanished one by one without any struggle under the impact of this ripple.

Even the surrounding cave walls seemed to collapse, disappearing completely.

The power generated by the self-destruction of this bead had reached the critical point of this Immortal Realm fragment. Immediately, the heavens and earth within this fragment utterly collapsed.

In the sky, countless spatial Rifts appeared one by one, becoming more and more numerous, and larger and larger.

On the ground, the magma erupted with banging sounds, soaring into the sky. The entire world shook violently, and streaks of death light diffused from between heaven and earth.

Immediately after, large swathes of the sky and ground began to dissipate, as if being swallowed alive.

At the moment of self-destruction, Sun Lei vanished from his original spot, his whereabouts unknown.

As for Wang Lin, who was fleeing, he immediately sensed a destructive force coming from below. At the same time, the strange power that restricted teleportation around him instantly collapsed.

His heart trembled in surprise. Without a word, he was about to teleport, but immediately, he forcefully stopped himself. He clearly felt the ground around him shaking, emitting rumbling sounds.

"Immortal Realm fragment collapsing?!" Wang Lin immediately guessed this anomaly. He was glad he hadn't used teleportation; otherwise, he might have been teleported into a terrifying Immortal Realm Rift.

Wang Lin cursed inwardly, fully activating the Restriction Banner. He immediately shot upwards like lightning. Without the restriction of that strange power, Wang Lin's speed returned to normal.

But the collapse of the ground was even faster. In a blink of an eye, Wang Lin's Divine Sense immediately detected that beyond a hundred feet, it was already a void of blackness.

That void was like a large mouth, constantly devouring.

His heart immediately trembled. The collapse beyond a hundred feet continued, and in a blink of an eye, it had already reached fifty feet.

Wang Lin gasped, shooting upwards and speeding away.

The devouring continued: fifty feet, thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet…

Wang Lin's face was pale. He was still some distance from the ground. At this moment, the devouring was extremely fast, clearly making it impossible to escape before it reached him.

A hint of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. He patted his Storage Pouch, and a grain-sized crystal appeared in his hand. This object was precisely the condensed Immortal Qi.

The devouring roared closer: ten feet, five feet, three feet…

Wang Lin saw that at three feet away, a void-like gaping maw had already opened.

He swallowed the Immortal Qi crystal in his hand. Immediately, his Primordial Spirit felt a pain for the first time. This pain was the sensation of being swollen by the surging Immortal Qi, a tremendous burning pain in his Primordial Spirit.

At this moment, Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit seemed about to collapse. While his body was wracked with intense pain, a powerful force, as if capable of supporting heaven and earth, was also burgeoning within him.

The surrounding void and darkness continuously approached: three feet, two feet, one foot…

Wang Lin's body suddenly shot upwards with a rumbling sound, like a meteor traveling from underground. The moment the dark void devoured, Wang Lin burst out. His speed was countless times faster than before, and he broke through the ground.

The instant he broke through the ground, the land of this Immortal Realm fragment seemed to collapse, with almost its entirety having turned into a dark void.

Below his feet, it was pitch black. Only a few scattered spots remained, forming stone cones that resembled pillars supporting the heavens. Some of these were also continuously shrinking, eventually disappearing.

The sky was filled with Rifts.

But Wang Lin could no longer feel any of this. His consciousness was plunged into a frenzy, moving like a meteor, or rather, even faster than a meteor. After breaking through the ground, he rushed towards the sky with a booming sound.

The Rifts in the sky became more numerous, but more significantly, these Rifts connected to form a black void, just like the ground below.

Wang Lin plunged in, and immediately, darkness enveloped him. Intense cold Qi surged over. Stimulated by this cold Qi, Wang Lin's mind instantly cleared.

Without a word, he controlled his body to retreat, and through continuous struggle, he burst out again from a Rift that had not yet closed.

Using this moment of clarity, he quickly dodged the Rifts, and finally, at the moment this heaven and earth, this Immortal Realm fragment, completely collapsed, he rushed out and disappeared into the high sky.

He flew higher and higher, gradually seeing a huge Vortex in the distance. This was the place where he had originally entered the Immortal Realm fragment.

Below the Vortex, there was also a platform. On the platform, several people were staring at this place, dumbfounded.

His body flashed, appearing on the platform, then he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed. The moment he landed, he used his remaining strength to tap his glabella, and immediately, numerous Wandering Souls rushed out.

During his trip to the Outer Realm Battlefield, Wang Lin had collected tens of thousands of Wandering Souls. Now, all of them appeared, roaring and swirling around Wang Lin, forming a black hurricane that immediately caused the several people on the platform to change their expressions and retreat.

Wang Lin lay on the ground, struggling to sit cross-legged. He took out seven or eight bottles of Medicinal Pills from his Storage Pouch, poured them all into his mouth at once, and began to meditate and breathe.

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I started writing at 11 AM, and it's been eight hours now. I've smoked two packs of cigarettes and finally fulfilled my promise. I really feel like I'm spitting blood, but even more, I feel like I'm going to pee blood…

Because when I start writing, I basically don't want to get up. The more I hold it, the more inspiration I get. Eight hours without going to the bathroom, my bladder is aching a bit.