Chapter 640: The Hidden Danger of the Slaughter Immortal Art

Outside the fissure, it was pitch black, with only bursts of howling echoing, as if this gap had isolated it from the world, allowing it to exist independently. That howling sound was the only voice of this place.

Endless suction force emanated from within the deep pit, seemingly intent on swallowing everything.

Inside the fissure, Wang Lin sat cross-legged, gazing at the darkness outside. His entire being seemed to merge with the surrounding darkness, indistinguishable from it. Only the flashes of electric light occasionally crossing his eyes, like streaks of lightning, illuminated the fissure.

Being in this place, a profound sense of loneliness gradually welled up in his heart. Here, he felt cut off from the world, forgotten by everyone… The only thing accompanying his existence was the memory of eight hundred years of cultivating the Dao.

Lonely people always meticulously remember everyone who has appeared in their lives. Wang Lin's loneliness grew stronger amidst his recollections.

It was as if he was hiding within a certain moment, missing the lines of a period of time, or hiding in a certain place, missing someone he cared about.

"I wonder if anyone has swept the graves of my parents…" Wang Lin murmured in the darkness.

A small sphere emitting a faint white light floated beside Wang Lin. Its light was so weak that it provided no illumination in the surrounding darkness.

Yet, from it, a warmth flowed, following Wang Lin's gaze into his heart, gently filling his loneliness like a soft whisper in his ear.

Inside this small sphere, there was always a faint, graceful silhouette, silently accompanying Wang Lin, enduring the surrounding darkness and the howling outside the fissure with him.

Even if the sky collapsed and the earth split, even if the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, that silhouette would still exist, walking across the firmament with Wang Lin. Even through Reincarnation, they would remain together… The fissure was always cold, as if all warmth had been sucked away by the deep pit, but the presence of that small sphere caused the warmth in Wang Lin's heart to linger and spread, seeming eternal.

Wang Lin, who had merged with the darkness, gently raised his hand. The small sphere slowly settled into his palm, and in its flickering, soft light, Wang Lin felt a sense of happiness he had long been separated from.

"Everyone's happiness is different… My happiness is accompanying my parents, accompanying Wan'er…" Bitterness appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. This happiness was such a luxury, such a struggle.

No one knew that within this Land of the Demon Spirit, below this deep pit, in this fissure, there was a person struggling against fate, feeling the decline in his heart.

Wang Lin had been sitting in this fissure for three years.

It was not that he did not want to leave, but the suction force outside the fissure had reached an unimaginable level during these three years.

The moment Wang Lin caressed the Jufu more than two years ago, the suction force inside the deep pit spread like a storm, affecting half of this fissure, which was several zhang wide.

The Divine Ability of the Immortal Guard Puppet could have originally increased his certainty of leaving by sixty percent, but the sudden burst of suction force abruptly reduced that sixty percent certainty to twenty percent… Wang Lin was not disappointed; he simply spent the remaining two years with a calm state of mind.

After reaching the Soul Transformation stage, his cultivation gradually slowed down. After all, Soul Transformation is the Peak of the first step of cultivating the Dao. Though the starry sky is vast, how many people can reach the Peak of the first step?… Aside from a few favored children of heaven, which person who reached the Peak did not undergo years of tempering? Wang Lin's Aptitude was extremely ordinary; without a persistent Dao Heart and special experiences, it would have been difficult for him to reach this stage.

The three hurdles of Soul Transformation Middle Stage, Late Stage, and Great Perfection have blocked countless Cultivators, exhausting the Lifespans of many, standing before Wang Lin like three insurmountable mountains.

During these two years, Wang Lin quietly sensed the will contained within the Jufu with a calm heart. Inside the Jufu, there was a sword art, only one move!

Zhan Luo Art!

One day during those two years, when Wang Lin withdrew his mind from the Jufu, the Jufu completely dissipated, as if it had completed its life's Legacy and returned to nothing.

The only thing that remained in Wang Lin's heart was that earth-shattering move he had comprehended for two years!

After that, what awaited Wang Lin was endless solitude and silence.

Every day, he sat cross-legged like this, quietly watching outside the fissure, listening to the howling, gazing at the pitch black, motionless.

A soft sigh came from Wang Lin's Storage Pouch. His Storage Pouch opened automatically, and a scroll painting floated out.

The scroll painting unfurled in mid-air, and within it, the figure of a woman gradually appeared.

Wang Lin did not look at the scroll painting, nor did he show any surprise on his face; there was only endless indifference. The moment before the scroll painting appeared, he clenched his palm, and the small sphere emitting soft light merged into his body.

"Go down…" The woman's figure could not be seen clearly from the front, but her voice slowly drifted out, ethereal and echoing within the fissure.

Wang Lin did not speak. Instead, he formed a sword with two fingers and slashed downwards in front of him. This movement was extremely simple, without any embellishment, yet it contained a strange state of mind within Wang Lin. That simple slash immediately caused the scroll to roll up, and no more sounds came from within it.

Wang Lin withdrew his fingers, glanced at the scroll, grasped it from the Void Realm with his right hand, and tossed it into his Storage Pouch.

In these three years, the woman inside the scroll painting had appeared four times. Each time, she had issued the same ethereal summons.

Wang Lin was not curious about what lay beneath the deep pit. His calmness never wavered. He hadn't even looked a second time at the mysterious Teleportation Array on the large rock extending from the opposite side outside the fissure below.

Before possessing sufficient strength, curiosity is the sharpest killing move, capable of obliterating all existence.

Wang Lin was waiting for the day the suction force of the deep pit outside the fissure weakened.

The suction force within this deep pit followed no rules. Since it could suddenly erupt two years ago, it could also suddenly decrease several years later. Everything required waiting!

In the darkness, a few croaks came from beside Wang Lin. When he lowered his head, electric light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, illuminating the small, azure frog, only the size of a palm, next to him.

This was the Lightning Frog!

A year ago, the Lightning Frog awoke. Its body has remained this size since waking. It felt the power of lightning in Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit most deeply, and almost immediately upon waking, it refused to re-enter the Storage Pouch, choosing instead to remain constantly beside Wang Lin.

Wang Lin rubbed his right index and middle fingers together, and immediately a bolt of lightning shot out, striking towards the Lightning Frog. The Lightning Frog flicked its eyelids, suddenly extended its tongue, and actually wrapped around the lightning, pulling it back and swallowing it. Rumbling sounds came from its belly, and a comfortable expression appeared on its face.

Wang Lin closed his eyes, his mind immersed in his Dao Intent.

His Dao Intent has two forms. The first form is Dao Transformation Yellow Springs, and the second form is Coagulation of the Spring Soul.

However, this second form, the so-called Spring Soul, was only condensed from hundreds of millions of souls on the Venerable Soul Banner back then. It is still missing a fierce evil spirit.

Although the Heavenly Ghost possesses fierce Qi, it is not enough to become Wang Lin's Spring Soul, because it only has fierceness, but lacks malevolence!

"The true Spring Soul is not a powerful spirit. Often, the simpler and weaker the soul, the more fierceness and malevolence it contains!" Wang Lin pondered.

"If I can leave here, I must take a trip to the Human Realm to extract the Qi of fierceness and malevolence from Mortal souls and condense it into my own Yellow Springs Soul!"

Wang Lin opened his eyes, looked outside the fissure, and slowly extended his right hand, placing his fingertip into the dividing line inside the fissure ahead.

Although the area outside this dividing line was still within the fissure, the suction force was already present there. The moment his fingertip crossed the dividing line, he immediately felt the pain of his flesh and blood being pulled away.

The skin on his finger rippled, and even his fingernails felt as if they were being violently torn off.

"I, Wang Lin, am trapped here, but this has given me an opportunity—an opportunity to sense the power of heaven and earth and form the Third Movement of Dao Transformation!" Wang Lin's gaze was calm, but a hint of cold determination flashed through it.

"However, before that, I must completely expel the trouble inside my body!" Wang Lin withdrew his fingertip; it was numb and senseless.

As a precaution, he stored the entire Slaughter Immortal Art within the Puppet. Since Wang Lin comprehended this Immortal Art, it had become an extremely important Divine Ability for him. Wang Lin only managed to decide to keep none of it in his body after a struggle.

Previously, as he Cultivated the Slaughter Immortal Art, Wang Lin developed a Heart of Slaughter within his body. This Heart of Slaughter did not change initially, even after Wang Lin transferred all the Slaughter Qi to the Puppet. However, three years later, just a few months ago, Wang Lin clearly felt that the Heart of Slaughter had mutated.

This mutation gave Wang Lin a kind of madness, similar to when he swallowed the Ascension Fruit back then, even giving him the impulse that he must immediately retrieve the Slaughter Qi.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered, revealing a trace of decisiveness. He stood up and resolutely stepped forward. This step directly crossed into the dividing line.

The enormous suction force immediately tore wildly at Wang Lin's body, trying to drag him out of the fissure.

Wang Lin circulated the Immortal Power within his body and slowly sat down cross-legged. While resisting the suction force, he quietly observed its changes.

This suction force contained a cold Yin energy that merged into his body and traveled through his Meridians. However, the cold Qi was not strong, and circulating Immortal Power could dispel it. He sat like this for several days, sensing the changes in the suction force. On this day, Wang Lin took another step.

In the position he now occupied, the suction force was greater. The flow of blood inside his body seemed to slow down, as if trying to break free.

"It's still not enough!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed.

At the Tidal Corridor, next to the deep pit, ferocious Mosquito Beasts flew densely. They dared not approach too closely; the suction force was too great, and if they got nearer, their bodies would be sucked into the pit.

Among this group of Mosquito Beasts, there was one whose entire body emitted purple light. Wherever it flew, the other Mosquito Beasts scattered, and its sharp cries could even make their bodies tremble.

However, this Mosquito Beast, whose entire body emitted purple light, constantly showed anxiety in its eyes. It had been circling outside the deep pit for nearly three years! It even wanted to rush into the deep pit several times, but stopped itself after glancing at its companions nearby.

Bursts of buzzing screams came from its mouth, echoing around… like a young child separated from its family, calling out the names of its loved ones…