Chapter 542: Black Armored Army Camp

For a Cultivator, the Dao takes steadfastness as its path. Unmoved by external objects, this is called the Dao Heart!

Just as worldly winds can penetrate the body, assault the heart, corrupt the Dao, and overturn the Primordial Spirit, this is to fall into depravity!

The moment Wang Lin's eyes cleared, a look of shock flashed within them. With his cultivation and his unwavering resolve on the path of Dao, he had just experienced a tribulation.

Recollection is not terrifying; what is terrifying is when one's entire mind becomes immersed in it, unable to extricate itself. Normally, it would be impossible for Wang Lin to experience such a change, but after he fell into depravity, even though he suppressed and sealed the demonic influence, a faint demonic thought still lingered within his body. This demonic thought was the fundamental reason that triggered Wang Lin's recollections!

Among ancient Cultivators, there was a saying about 'external demons entering the body.' It spoke of how, when a Cultivator communicated with heaven and earth and comprehended the Heavenly Dao, some Outer Realm Heavenly Demons would transform into countless forms, merging into the Void Realm, leaving no trace.

Leaving no trace, from another perspective, also means being omnipresent!

When Outer Realm Heavenly Demons entered the body, they would ignite the Dao flame within the Cultivator, burning the Primordial Spirit, thereby seizing wisdom and destroying Dao techniques. In the eyes of ancient Cultivators, Outer Realm Heavenly Demons were extremely terrifying entities; a slight carelessness could lead to an external demon entering the body, causing lifelong regret.

With the decline of the ancient Cultivation World and the emergence of the Cultivation Alliance, the theory of Outer Realm Heavenly Demons gradually vanished, replaced by systematic analysis and rational deduction.

Regarding whether so-called Outer Realm Heavenly Demons truly existed, the Cultivation Alliance gave a negative answer. The Cultivation Alliance believed that this 'external demon entering the body' was merely the proliferation of demonic thoughts within one's own body, conflicting with the comprehended Heavenly Dao, thereby causing an internal imbalance, disharmony of Yin and Yang, and an unstable Dao Heart, which then led to illusions born from the mind.

Wang Lin was just like this. Especially the impulse to return to the Vermilion Bird Star that arose in his mind was a Peak of the demonic thoughts within him. If it had continued, perhaps Wang Lin could have slowly awakened on his own, but the time taken could have been long or short.

The appearance of the demon soldiers, especially the release of their Demonic Power, allowed Wang Lin to find a Breakthrough in adversity. When the Demonic Power of the six demon soldiers surged through the restaurant, he was impacted, and his consciousness recovered to normal for a fleeting moment. Although it was only an instant, it was enough for Wang Lin to do many things.

He did not hesitate. The demon crystal within his body immediately erupted with Demonic Power, rapidly circulating within him. Under the clash with Immortal Power, a Vortex formed within his body. This Vortex was caused by the Demonic Power fusing into the Immortal Power.

In the Demon Spirit Land, for foreign Cultivators, Demonic Power is a substitute for Immortal Jade; when fused with Immortal Power, it can increase Immortal Power.

Wang Lin had not fused it before; he was looking for an opportunity. Now, with the Fusion, it immediately drew in external Demonic Power, which is why he was able to devour all the Demonic Power of the six demon soldiers in an instant.

All of this sounds long, but in reality, it happened in a flash.

Inside the restaurant, Thirteen saw Wang Lin return to normal and immediately let out a sigh of relief. In his heart, as long as Wang Lin was present, nothing would be a problem. He almost immediately came behind Wang Lin, his cold eyes fixed on the demon soldiers in the restaurant.

tiger roar also swept away his nervousness, waved his right hand, put away his Soul Banner, and stood beside Wang Lin.

At this moment, the six demon soldiers in the restaurant, having lost their Demonic Power, were all extremely weak, their eyes filled with disbelief, and their gazes towards Wang Lin were full of fear.

"Who are you, Your Excellency!" The man with the gloomy face now stood up and said in a deep voice.

Wang Lin picked up the unopened wine jar from the table, stood up, and walked out of the restaurant without even looking at the other party. Thirteen took out some demon stones from his怀 and placed them on the table, then followed Wang Lin out.

As for tiger roar, he looked at the demon soldiers in the restaurant, sneered a few times, and followed behind Wang Lin.

The gloomy-faced man slammed the table and shouted, "Stop!" With that, he took a step forward, and a vast Demonic Power immediately erupted, instantly enveloping the entire restaurant in a wave of Demonic Qi.

This Demonic Qi seemed almost substantial, instantly transforming into sharp longswords in the Void Realm, approaching the three of Wang Lin with dense Demonic Qi.

Wang Lin turned around, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He gave the other party a cold glance, then waved his right hand forward. Immediately, a strange wind appeared out of nowhere, and the longswords formed by Demonic Qi instantly dissipated as they flew closer.

"We will meet again!" Wang Lin left these words and walked out of the restaurant.

The gloomy-faced man's gaze narrowed as he watched Wang Lin's retreating figure, falling into thought.

After leaving the restaurant, Wang Lin did not go anywhere else but quickly returned to his inn room. He sat cross-legged, and with his Immortal Power circulating within his body, he searched inch by inch.

The scene of falling into depravity in the restaurant earlier had brought him a sense of crisis. He had previously underestimated the drawbacks of falling into depravity. Now, concentrating his mind, he searched carefully and immediately discovered faint demonic thoughts in several places within his body.

Every time he found a demonic thought, Wang Lin immediately expelled it. It wasn't until the morning two days later, after his Immortal Power had circulated for several cycles within his body and he found no more demonic thoughts, that he finally let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, three black, flocculent spheres floated before him. These three cotton-like small balls were the demonic thoughts he had expelled from his body.

"These demonic thoughts are a pity to discard. If used skillfully, they could corrupt others' Dao techniques, making them impossible to guard against!" Wang Lin's eyes gleamed as he grabbed with his right hand, putting these three small balls into his Storage Pouch.

"Seven days are approaching. That Demon General once said someone would take me to the army camp…" As Wang Lin pondered, his expression moved, and he looked up towards the door.

Not long after, Thirteen's voice came from outside.

"Old Ancestor, someone requests an audience!"

Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and he said calmly, "Enter!"

As soon as he spoke, the door was pushed open, and Thirteen and tiger roar entered the room with a person. This person was about forty years old, dressed in black, with a gaunt face. As soon as he entered the room, a chilling aura permeated the surroundings.

From the moment he entered the room, his gaze fell upon Wang Lin, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed. After sizing him up, the man clasped his fists and said, "Greetings, Commander Wang! I am the Demon General's aide-de-camp. By the Demon General's order, I am here to take Commander to his assigned army camp! However, before that, please present your token, Commander Wang!"

Wang Lin swiped his right hand across his Storage Pouch, and a bronze token immediately appeared in his hand, which he tossed forward.

The aide-de-camp caught the token, examined it carefully, nodded, and returned the token. Then, he bit his fingertip and drew in the Void Realm. A blood-red Formation instantly appeared before him. This Formation was extremely complex, but in Wang Lin's eyes, it had some discernible patterns.

"Teleportation Formation!" Wang Lin retrieved his token and said softly.

The aide-de-camp looked up at Wang Lin and said, "Commander Wang has extraordinary insight. This is indeed a Teleportation Formation, but it differs from your Cultivators' Formations. This Formation was personally created by His Majesty the Demon Emperor for point-to-point teleportation."

After speaking, he stepped forward, entered the blood-red Formation, and vanished without a trace.

At this moment, only Wang Lin and the other two remained in the room. Thirteen's eyes showed determination, and he stepped into the Formation first. His self-appointed duty was to guard his Old Ancestor with his life, and since this Formation was mysterious and unpredictable, he would test the danger himself.

Seeing Thirteen's actions, Wang Lin nodded inwardly. He stood up, stepped forward, and entered the Formation.

tiger roar mumbled a few words to himself and followed closely behind Wang Lin.

On the other side of the Formation, the moment Wang Lin stepped out, an earth-shattering, incredibly uniform roar immediately thundered from all directions, like a furious storm.

Thirteen, who had stepped out first, revealed a trace of shock in his eyes. Struck by the sound, he immediately retreated several steps, his face pale. He was already injured, and now he was even more stunned by the scene before him. His blood Qi surged, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth.

Looking at tiger roar, he was not injured before, but his body was not as robust as Thirteen's. Under the impact of this sound wave, his ears immediately roared, and the Demonic Power within him instantly scattered, wildly surging through his Meridians.

His face was bloodless. If not for his Old Ancestor being nearby, and him not wanting to embarrass his Old Ancestor, he would probably have sat down cross-legged immediately to adjust his Demonic Power. However, the more he gritted his teeth and endured, the more violently his Demonic Power surged within him.

Just then, a gentle force came from outside. Almost instantly, tiger roar's Demonic Power became obedient, as if it had met its ancestor, quickly consolidating within his Meridians and returning to normal.

Wang Lin's right hand lifted from tiger roar's shoulder. He stepped forward, and a surge of Immortal Power flowed out, entering Thirteen's body. After circulating through his flesh and blood, Thirteen immediately felt lighter, and his injuries somewhat recovered.

Having done this, Wang Lin looked around. This was an army camp built of black stone, spanning a hundred li. Beyond the hundred li was a massive city wall, dozens of zhang high. Upon this city wall, there were waves of Demonic Power Divine Abilities, clearly indicating the presence of Spells.

Wang Lin's position was at the very center of this army camp. A hundred zhang away from him, demon soldiers dressed in black Armor stood ramrod straight. Black Qi emanated from around their bodies, like venerable demon gods!

These demon soldiers were organized into squads of a thousand. Ten such squads now stood in neat Formation, immediately surrounding Wang Lin's location, and a dense, intense Killing Intent furiously permeated the air.

The intensity of ten thousand people's Killing Intent was beyond the imagination of ordinary individuals, especially since almost every one of these ten thousand possessed Demonic Power no weaker than thirty units of 'jia,' and some even exceeded several hundred.

Furthermore, these ten thousand individuals were all seasoned veterans of countless battles, each with countless lives on their hands. Their Killing Intent, accumulated over time, had almost integrated into their very bones.

Under the permeation of this Killing Intent, the surroundings were completely silent. This silence was extremely terrifying!

Ten thousand pairs of eyes were now all fixed on one person. Their gazes were the focal point of their entire body's Killing Intent. These ten thousand gazes were no weaker than ten thousand Flying Swords.

Wang Lin stood at the very center, composed and showing no abnormality! Responding to these ten thousand gazes were only his eyes, filled with a cold glint.