Chapter 536: Entering the City

The people of the Soul Refining Tribe walked out one after another. No one knew who started it, but they knelt on the ground, and immediately after, all the tribesmen successively knelt down, quietly worshipping in the direction Wang Lin had departed.

In their hearts, Wang Lin was the chief of the tribe. He was the Old Ancestor of the entire Soul Refining Tribe, and with him present, the Soul Refining Tribe would never perish.

Ouyang Hua also knelt on the ground. Four years flashed through his mind. During these four years, his personal cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. Sometimes when he thought about it, it felt like a dream.

Looking at the tribe of over five thousand people around him, Ouyang Hua could only describe his feelings for Wang Lin with the word 'reverence'.

Wang Lin’s footsteps moved out one by one, and gradually, he disappeared from everyone’s sight. Yet, none of the people present stood up.

Ten miles outside the Soul Refining Tribe, Wang Lin patted his Storage Pouch, and immediately, a streak of purple-gold radiance flashed out. In mid-air, it suddenly transformed into a massive creature. This creature was about ten zhang in size, entirely purple-gold, and its enormous proboscis emitted a chilling glare.

It was the Mosquito Beast!

Half a year ago, it woke up, and its overall strength far surpassed what it was before. Even an ordinary Soul Transformation Cultivator would likely not be its match if they fought it now.

Based on Wang Lin's analysis, this creature was currently comparable to a Soul Transformation Late Stage Great Perfection Cultivator.

Besides the effect of the Gold Spiritual Root, all this was also greatly related to the creature's own unique physique. As the purple-gold color flickered on its body, an aura resembling that of the King of a Hundred Beasts subtly spread out.

If one did not look closely, this aura would be difficult to detect.

From the memories of Ancient God Tu Si, Wang Lin knew that the Mosquito Beasts did not exist alone in the Starry Sky, but appeared in groups. Since they were a race, there must be a leader among them.

This creature was constantly evolving toward becoming that leader.

However, it was still too far from reaching the status of a leader.

One must know that the Mosquito Beast swarm back then was something even Ancient God Tu Si was wary of, forcing him to retreat in a sorry state.

As soon as the Mosquito Beast appeared, it immediately let out a sharp shriek. The sound was piercing, and as it spread, Shi San and Hu Pao instantly turned pale. With their cultivation, they clearly could not withstand the penetrating power contained within the sound.

After the sharp shriek, the Mosquito Beast lowered its body and landed in front of Wang Lin, rubbing against him with its huge proboscis, its eyes showing a pleasing expression.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, raised his right hand to stroke the Mosquito Beast, leaped up, and sat cross-legged upon its back.

"The two of you, come up as well!" Wang Lin said calmly.

Shi San gritted his teeth, secretly thinking that he absolutely could not lose face in front of the Old Ancestor. He leaped up and stepped onto the Mosquito Beast's back. The moment his body landed, a wave of Yin Cold Qi immediately entered his body through his feet.

His Body Refining technique was completely ineffective against this Yin Cold Qi. His body trembled, and a feeling of soreness and numbness immediately surged through him. If not for his astonishing tenacity, he would have collapsed by now.

Seeing Shi San go up, Hu Pao naturally refused to fall behind. Gritting his teeth, he likewise flew onto the Mosquito Beast's back, and the Yin Cold Qi instantly surged throughout his body.

After barely managing to stand, Hu Pao gave a bitter smile, secretly thinking that the Old Ancestor was indeed powerful; even the Yao Beast he subdued possessed such cultivation—it was truly terrifying.

Seeing the performance of Shi San and Hu Pao, a hint of appreciation flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. With a thought, the Mosquito Beast immediately roared, and its body shot out like lightning.

A powerful fierce wind immediately rushed at them, battering the three people. Wang Lin felt no discomfort from the fierce wind; on the contrary, he found it quite comfortable.

As for Shi San and Hu Pao, they felt as if they were being struck by a hurricane; if they were slightly careless, they would be blown far away.

Shi San let out a low roar, immediately circulating the Demonic Power throughout his body, using his Body Refining technique to continuously weaken the force of the fierce wind's assault. Hu Pao also closed his eyes, circulating Demonic Power to resist the fierce wind.

This place was thirty million li away from the Ancient Demon City. Even at the Mosquito Beast's speed, it would take some time to arrive. Wang Lin was not in a hurry, so he would not waste the Immortal Power within his body by using the Great Teleportation Technique.

The Mosquito Beast galloped between heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, countless tribes on the ground hurriedly activated their defensive Formations. In their eyes, the Mosquito Beast was too powerful. One must know that merely relying on its speed, it formed the momentum of rushing thunder in mid-air. Flying along, it resembled a descending bolt of Heavenly Thunder, and the rumbling sound transmitted far away, its imposing manner being utterly astonishing.

When Wang Lin first entered the Demon Spirit Land, he did not know that Formations and tribal people existed here. Coupled with the Formations' concealing effects, he had not discovered any signs of human habitation. But now, he had gained a certain understanding of the Demon Spirit Land. Looking down again now, he saw countless tribes along the way.

These tribes varied in strength, size, and population.

"If my Soul Refining Tribe could devour and fuse all the tribes in the Demon Spirit Land, the resulting power would probably shock even the Nine Yao Spirit Prefectures!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed with cold light.

Seven days later, the Ancient Demon City gradually came into view. When they were a hundred li away from the Ancient Demon City, he recalled the Mosquito Beast and landed on the ground with Shi San and Hu Pao.

Shi San had a steady temperament. Although the farthest he had ever traveled in his life was tens of thousands of li away from the tribe, and this place was thirty million li from the tribe—something he had never dreamed of reaching—he merely felt a slight excitement before forcefully suppressing it. He remained expressionless and cold, not revealing any inner emotion.

His current demeanor was quite similar to Wang Lin's. In fact, Shi San's personality four years ago was not like this. Over the past four years, his reverence for Wang Lin made him consciously or unconsciously imitate everything about Wang Lin.

This place was a city within the Heavenly Demon Prefecture, spanning countless li—the Ancient Demon City!

For all tribal people, the Ancient Demon City represented heavenly might, it was a Holy Land! It was a place that could not be profaned, the ultimate destination of everyone's life dreams.

However, all this might have held true for Shi San four years ago, but the Shi San of today saw Wang Lin as the source of heavenly might, the tribal valley as the Holy Land, and the end of his dream was to gain Wang Lin's approval!

As for Hu Pao, he was still slightly lacking compared to Shi San. The moment he saw the Ancient Demon City, he involuntarily knelt on the ground, quietly worshipping.

After a short while, he reacted, hurriedly stood up, and his face showed shame. Especially after seeing Shi San's cold expression, devoid of any excitement like his own, he felt that he had been outdone by the other party. So, he took a deep breath, fiercely spat toward the Ancient Demon City, muttered a few words under his breath, and his reverence vanished, replaced instead by disdain.

Wang Lin gave a wry smile at the actions of Shi San and Hu Pao. He took a step forward, and his entire person slowly drifted away like a wisp of green smoke.

Shi San and Hu Pao followed closely behind.

The distance of a hundred li was quickly traversed by the three of them. The Ancient Demon City was clearly visible!

The Ancient Demon City was extremely vast, almost boundless at a glance. The size of this city was the greatest Wang Lin had ever seen in his life. However, after truly crossing the Starry Sky, what Wang Lin saw were individual Planets and patches of Nebulae. Even if this city was enormous, it was still insignificant in his eyes.

Entering the city, Wang Lin did not restrain his Immortal Power. He walked forward with a composed demeanor.

The North Gate of this city had many people coming and going, and naturally, it was guarded by attendants.

Wang Lin knew that in the Cultivation World, strength spoke loudest. Being too low-key was disadvantageous. There were many people queuing to enter the city, and if they waited, they probably wouldn't be able to enter for at least an hour or two.

He simply bypassed the crowd and headed straight for the city gate. Shi San and Hu Pao followed right behind Wang Lin. Compared to Hu Pao, whose expression was slightly nervous at the moment, Shi San's cold demeanor was much steadier.

Wang Lin's sudden approach to the city gate was immediately obvious to the city gate attendants. These attendants were all Demon Soldiers under the Demon General's Residence of the Ancient Demon City's Left Wing.

The cultivation of every person was equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Stage among Cultivators. In their eyes, Wang Lin seemed like an ordinary Barbarian, with no Demonic Power present in his body.

However, the Demonic Power surged within Shi San and Hu Pao behind Wang Lin. Judging by their appearance, they should have reached above the Third Rank.

To have such people serving as retainers, Wang Lin immediately appeared mysterious in the eyes of these attendants. However, this alone was not enough for the attendants to break the rules.

As Wang Lin walked closer, one of the attendants stepped forward. He wore black Armor and held a Long Spear. He swept the Long Spear forward and said coldly, "Step back?"

"Impudent!" Before Wang Lin could speak, Shi San stepped forward and threw a punch. In Shi San's mind, Wang Lin represented heavenly might, and anyone disrespectful to Wang Lin was his enemy.

He held nothing back in this punch. The Giant Demon Race's Body Refining technique made his body as hard as fine iron. This punch was even comparable to a Flying Sword used by Cultivators. As the punch shot out, it brought with it the sound of whistling through the air, and even the surrounding space slightly distorted, wrapping around the Demon Soldier attendant.

The Demon Soldier's expression changed drastically. Shi San's punch looked like a meteor in his eyes, and it contained a strange power within it. He wanted to dodge, but found his body constrained by an invisible force, as if he were underwater, and his movement immediately slowed down.

But this person was battle-hardened and highly experienced. In this moment of crisis, he immediately held the Long Spear in his hand horizontally in front of him and stepped backward with the maximum possible range.

Shi San's fist landed on the Long Spear. After a muffled thud, the Long Spear instantly broke into pieces, as if destroyed by immense force, turning entirely into dust.

The Demon Soldier attendant's face turned pale. Although the constraint outside his body vanished, he still staggered back several steps before stabilizing himself, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Had the other attendants nearby not immediately stepped forward to support him, this person would certainly have been more heavily injured. Even those who supported him couldn't help but turn pale and tremble, clearly suffering injuries themselves from absorbing the residual force.