Chapter 630: The Unification of the Purple Mist

Wang Lin revealed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. He cupped his fists toward the manifested Zhou Yi and said, "Senior Zhou, this Junior has a request."

Zhou Yi focused his gaze on Wang Lin and asked, "What is it?"

A sharp, intelligent light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He said, "Senior Zhou, please spread your Sword Sense, preferably making it faint and indistinct, hiding it within this mist. This Junior intends to go inside and meet with this group including Tan Lang."

"Go in yourself, but be careful." Zhou Yi nodded. After what had just happened, Wang Lin's words carried significantly more weight in his heart.

Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Senior, rest assured. That Tan Lang merely shouted to stop us earlier and did not pursue us to attack. I suspect either he has reservations, or he is naturally suspicious."

Zhou Yi sighed softly, his eyes openly showing admiration. For Wang Lin to deduce this much from just a few clues was far beyond the capability of ordinary people!

Wang Lin pondered briefly and said, "Senior, this Junior has a guess: Tan Lang's goal is very likely a Token. This Spirit Plaque is the only way to meet Senior Azure Frost's father. Therefore… Senior, do not hold back!"

A cold light flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Wang Lin, just rest assured!"

Wang Lin wasted no more words. He cupped his fists toward Zhou Yi, turned, and stepped into the mist, flying toward where Tan Lang and the others were located!

In reality, if he and Zhou Yi remained hidden in the mist, using Zhou Yi's Sword Sense to observe would also have been a good method. However, since they had already been discovered by Tan Lang, staying back and watching from afar was less effective than personally going forward to investigate openly.

Furthermore, there was another crucial reason: Wang Lin wanted to see if this Tan Lang recognized him!

Wang Lin was certain that he had never met this person before.

Within the mist, Wang Lin spread his Divine Sense and stepped forward. A distance of ten li was not far for him. Although the mist obstructed him, it wasn't long before he stepped directly into the open area.

The moment Wang Lin's body appeared there, six gazes immediately fell upon him.

"You… Wang Lin!!" One of the five people from the Great Luo Sword Sect immediately recognized Wang Lin's identity.

A murderous intent immediately erupted from the Disciples of the Great Luo Sword Sect. The Great Luo Sword Sect and the Tian Yun Sect were mutually hostile; meeting required no reason to incite a fight.

Wang Lin's gaze was calm. He swept his eyes over the group, passing over Tan Lang without lingering.

Tan Lang's expression remained unchanged. He merely opened his eyes to look when Wang Lin appeared, and then closed them again.

"I am Chen Long. Is the visitor Wang Lin of the Purple Lineage of the Tian Yun Sect?" A deep voice came from Chen Long's mouth.

Wang Lin's expression was calm. He looked at Chen Long but did not speak. He was waiting. He wanted to see if these people from the Great Luo Sword Sect were staying here willingly or if they were trapped. This was crucial. If they were willing, it meant his previous assumption was wrong.

"Arrogant fellow! My Eldest Senior Brother asked you a question, how dare you not answer!" A Great Luo Sword Sect Disciple nearby, perhaps having been trapped here for a hundred years, had reached an uncontrollable level of agitation. Finding an excuse, he immediately shouted, stepped forward, and sent his Treasured Sword flying out from his back. With a slash, Sword Qi spread out, manifesting a Black Horse with red light shining from its eyes!

The horse's breath was cyan, and a Wicked Qi permeated its body, merging onto the Treasured Sword and transforming into Sword Qi, charging straight toward Wang Lin.

This person's cultivation was only at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Transformation Late Stage, but he didn't care about that right now. After all, several fellow Disciples were nearby, and his Eldest Senior Brother was present; he certainly wouldn't allow himself to suffer a loss!

"Is this your way of treating guests!" Wang Lin didn't even look at the Sword Qi, calmly staring at Chen Long. He had already concluded that these people from the Great Luo Sword Sect must be trapped. Otherwise, if they hadn't been trapped for too long, they definitely wouldn't be so agitated.

A sharp light flashed in Chen Long's eyes. He was about to speak, but just then, Wang Lin moved.

The Mark of Life suddenly flashed from his glabella, spreading out from his body's surface, forming a curtain of vitality that collided with the slashing Wicked Horse Sword Qi.

Amidst a roar, a cold light flickered in Wang Lin's eyes. A portion of the Mark of Life separated, instantly transforming into slaughter qi in mid-air. It spread out violently, resembling Azure Dragons that immediately circled and trapped Wu Ma in the blink of an eye.

Several Great Luo Sword Sect Disciples nearby immediately stepped forward, ready to attack. Just then, Chen Long coldly shouted, "Everyone, retreat!"

Saying this, Chen Long took a step forward, forming a sword with two fingers. Like lightning, he stabbed toward Wu Ma, who was surrounded by slaughter qi. His fingers contained a strange Divine Ability. After instantly entering the encirclement, Chen Long kicked Wu Ma, sending him flying.

He turned around, ignoring the slaughter qi around him, and cupped his fists toward Wang Lin, saying, "Fellow Daoist Wang, my Junior Brother was reckless. Please forgive the offense."

"No matter!" Wang Lin's voice was calm. The slaughter qi surrounding Chen Long immediately shifted, trapping Wu Ma's Treasured Sword, and sweeping it toward Wang Lin.

Right in front of Chen Long and the Great Luo Sword Sect Disciples, Wang Lin grabbed Wu Ma's sword with his right hand. With a single tap, he erased the Divine Sense on the sword and very naturally tossed it into his Storage Pouch.

Wu Ma, who had been kicked away by Chen Long, had his Treasured Sword stolen and his consciousness erased from it. He immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staring at Wang Lin and roaring, "You!!"

"Since he is Fellow Daoist Chen Long's Junior Brother, the offense of provoking me can be forgiven the death penalty. I shall keep this sword as a warning to others!" Wang Lin said calmly, his expression unchanged.

Chen Long's gaze did not change in the slightest. He smiled faintly and said, "That is exactly right!" He turned and gave Wu Ma a cold look, then said sternly, "Shut your mouth! How can Fellow Daoist Wang be someone you can provoke? If you utter another word, I will abolish your cultivation on behalf of Master!"

Wu Ma was clearly extremely wary of Chen Long. He mumbled a few times, then sat silently to the side.

The pupils in Wang Lin's eyes contracted almost imperceptibly. After stepping in here, he first provoked the Great Luo Sword Sect members to test his inner suspicions, and then openly snatched Wu Ma's Treasured Sword. Yet, all of this was endured by the person named Chen Long before him, whose expression remained completely unchanged.

All of this, besides indicating Chen Long's deep cunning, more importantly proved Wang Lin's previous conjecture: these people needed something from him!

Just then, Tan Lang opened his eyes, glanced at Wang Lin, and said grimly, "Little brat, why won't your friend come out?"

Tan Lang cursed inwardly. If he hadn't been wary of the faintly discernible Divine Sense hiding in the mist, he would have immediately attacked and subdued Wang Lin the moment he appeared.

Although he had his eyes closed during the previous few breaths, the Divine Ability within his body had been adjusted three times.

However, all three times, just as he was about to strike, the Divine Sense in the mist would immediately become sharp, like a warning.

Tan Lang hesitated, and thus gave up.

Wang Lin remained composed and said, "My friend is solitary and dislikes excitement. Senior, are you also a member of the Great Luo Sword Sect?"

Tan Lang glanced at Wang Lin, a cold sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Long smiled slightly and introduced, "Brother Wang, this Senior's Daoist Title is Tan Lang. He is an expert of the same generation as your Master and mine. Alas, if Senior hadn't been injured, his cultivation could only display the level of Soul Transformation Late Stage Great Perfection. We wouldn't have been trapped here for a hundred years!"

"This Chen Long is not simple!" Wang Lin thought internally. With one sentence, this person managed to both mitigate the situation and reveal all the key information.

"Senior Tan Lang, since Fellow Daoist Wang of the Tian Yun Sect and his friend have also arrived, why don't we combine our strength and try to break through? Perhaps we can escape the encirclement of the Yao Beast horde!" Chen Long immediately suggested.

"Yao Beast horde…" Wang Lin's expression was normal, but he paid close attention internally.

Tan Lang's face was calm. He was about to refuse, but immediately his gaze sharpened, landing on the Purple Mist in the distance. He saw that the Purple Mist, just a moment ago, seemed to twitch and contract slightly.

Glancing at Chen Long, Tan Lang nodded and said, "Since you are so anxious, if this old man refuses again, you will surely suspect I have ulterior motives. Fine, we will try to break through one more time!"

Chen Long hurriedly shook his head and said, "This Junior wouldn't dare. It's just that I've been trapped here for too long, and I'm a little worried about the Junior Brothers outside in the Demon Spirit Land."

Tan Lang sneered. His body flashed, leaping up from the ground, taking the lead, and flying straight toward the mist ahead.

Chen Long took a deep breath, cupped his fists toward Wang Lin, and whispered, "Brother Wang, let us put aside our School differences here. Once you enter this mist, you cannot leave. There is only one exit, and it is straight ahead, but unfortunately, it is surrounded by a horde of strange Yao Beasts. To get out, we must break through!"

Wang Lin nodded. He flew out together with Chen Long and the other four Great Luo Sword Sect Disciples, following closely behind Tan Lang. As Wang Lin flew, the Mark of Life enveloped his body, and he secretly remained vigilant.

In fact, it wasn't just him; Chen Long was also secretly circulating his Divine Ability, afraid that Wang Lin might launch a sneak attack at this moment. The remaining Great Luo Sword Sect Disciples, especially Wu Ma, looked at Wang Lin with eyes full of malice.

Each with their own intentions, they entered the Purple Mist and flew straight toward the exit ahead.

Tan Lang was in front, his mind alert. A faint, indistinct Divine Sense constantly swept past him in the mist. He even had a feeling that if he were slightly careless, that Divine Sense could launch an attack on him.

"Damn it, since when did this Wang Lin get such a helper!" Tan Lang's face was gloomy.

Everyone moved extremely fast. Before long, they approached the edge of the Purple Mist exit. The mist here was no longer so dense, and the outside world was faintly visible.

Divine Sense could even be spread out to observe everything outside.

Wang Lin's Divine Sense spread out. The moment he saw the outside world, his entire being was suddenly shaken, and a trace of shock appeared in his eyes!

"This… what is this…" He gasped sharply.

The scene before him gave Wang Lin an unbelievable feeling. He vaguely felt as if he had returned to the Ancient God Legacy, where he had seen the image of countless dense Mosquito Beasts outside that mysterious planet.

Wang Lin's shock did not surprise Chen Long and the others; they had reacted the same way back then. However, they did not know that Wang Lin not only recognized these creatures but was also extremely familiar with them.

Even Tan Lang hadn't expected this!

The massive number of Mosquito Beasts outside emitted a loud, buzzing sound. They immediately saw the group appear, and one after another, they raised their long proboscises, their eyes revealing intense ferocity and brutality!

At this moment, on another edge of the Purple Mist, Wang Lin's Mosquito Beast revealed more than half of its body. It stared blankly at the dense kin ahead, its eyes filled with confusion.

While inside the Storage Pouch, the Mosquito Beast had vaguely sensed an aura nearby that made it anxious. It had never felt this aura in its life, yet it felt extremely familiar, as if it originated from its Soul.

After flying out of the Storage Pouch, it lingered in the mist. Regarding the source of that aura, it felt a hesitation—a desire to approach mixed with fear.

It was like a wanderer returning home after many years, feeling timid upon approaching their village.

Among the Mosquito Beasts, some at the edge saw this kin. They were also startled, their fierce eyes immediately focusing on it. But instantly, the fierce light in their eyes dissipated, replaced by confusion.

These few Mosquito Beasts hissed a few times, moved closer, and circled Wang Lin's Mosquito Beast several times, their huge proboscises occasionally nudging it. Finally, they flew back to the Mosquito Beast horde, turning back to hiss as if calling out.

Wang Lin's Mosquito Beast hesitated slightly, then followed them, disappearing into the Mosquito Beast horde. No one noticed this scene… Tan Lang's figure moved rapidly. He paused briefly at the edge of the mist, but just then, he suddenly spun around, staring intently at the mist. He saw that the mist, silently and without warning, began to churn and surge.

This surging was not localized; the entire Purple Mist was expanding. Inside, bursts of tremendous noise, like rolling thunder, could be heard—the sound caused by the mist particles rubbing against each other.

This phenomenon immediately drew the attention of the Great Luo Sword Sect members and Wang Lin.

A look of ecstasy flashed across Tan Lang's eyes. He had noticed the abnormality in the mist earlier, which was why he had agreed to Chen Long's request. At this moment, he took a deep breath, slapped his Storage Pouch, and a Small Cauldron immediately appeared in his hand!

A stream of purple Qi sprayed out from the Cauldron, enveloping Tan Lang's entire body. Then, with one step, he walked out of the Purple Mist.

At this moment, his mind secretly moved, and instantly, a sharp shriek came from the Mosquito Beast horde outside the Purple Mist. All the Mosquito Beasts immediately began to hiss. This sound was more like a Soul-Snatching Sound, spreading into the Purple Mist and making people increasingly agitated.

The mist churned even more intensely. The surging began at the surrounding edges. If viewed from another angle, one could clearly see that the Purple Mist, wedged in the abyss, was rapidly and frantically contracting!

Chen Long and the others' expressions drastically changed. They immediately tried to rush out, but the moment they stepped forward, Tan Lang's loud laughter arrived. He flicked his sleeve, and a wave of Qi immediately appeared, forcing the Great Luo Sword Sect members to stop dead in their tracks.

"This old man has waited a hundred years, finally waiting for the day of the Purple Mist's Unification! You shall serve as sacrifices to complete this old man's goal!" Tan Lang's voice echoed within the mist.

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. At this moment, Zhou Yi's voice echoed in his mind.

"Wang Lin, the edge of this surging Purple Mist contains Immortal Power, which can trap all Cultivators. Unless one possesses an Immortal Root, they cannot leave. However, it is ineffective against me. I can take you out!"

Wang Lin glanced at the Great Luo Sword Sect Disciples ahead. A trace of decisiveness flashed in his heart. Instead of immediately asking Zhou Yi to take him out, he retreated backward.