Chapter 641: The Third Style

A tremendous suction force emanated from outside the裂缝, pulling at Wang Lin’s body. The裂缝 was like a gaping maw, eager to devour Wang Lin.

The suction force was so strong that Wang Lin’s clothes clung tightly to his back, flapping towards the裂缝, and even his hair pointed uniformly towards it. On Wang Lin’s skin, uneven bumps could be seen moving about, clearly caused by the suction affecting the flow of his blood and flesh.

Wang Lin had been sitting cross-legged here for seven days. During these seven days, he had gradually adapted to this level of suction. On this day, he opened his eyes, stood up, and took another step.

With this step, he directly entered within ten feet of the裂缝’s opening.

An immense suction instantly enveloped him, causing Wang Lin’s body to even begin to tilt, as if invisible hands were desperately dragging him.

Wang Lin’s expression was grim. He slowly sat down, adjusted his internal Qi, and resisted the suction.

The circulation of blood within his body had almost stopped; if not for the operation of his immortal power, his Physical Body would have been injured in multiple places immediately.

“Still not enough!” Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then relaxed his immortal power. His entire being was instantly sucked towards the裂缝.

The moment his body reached the edge of the裂缝’s opening, Wang Lin suddenly slapped his Storage Pouch. Immediately, the Seven Star Sword Formation transformed into seven long rainbows and flew out. Like arrows, they simultaneously plunged down, and with a series of thuds, they deeply pierced the ground around Wang Lin.

Streaks of electric light intertwined and connected on the seven swords, firmly pinning Wang Lin to the ground. The electric light grew increasingly dense, eventually forming a curtain of electric light that enveloped Wang Lin.

Wang Lin slowly sat down within the Seven Star Sword Formation. His current position was already at the edge of the裂缝, where dense cold Qi permeated, and the howling sound echoed.

Wang Lin’s Primordial Spirit within his body was also gradually affected by this suction, seeming to show signs of being pulled out. However, at this moment, the membrane that had troubled Wang Lin for a long time reappeared, keeping his Primordial Spirit trapped inside his body, unable to escape.

Besides his Primordial Spirit being pulled, the Killing Intent within Wang Lin’s Divine Sense also seemed to materialize, gradually being sucked out. This Killing Intent originated from the Heart of Slaughter, forming a faint red thread that emerged beneath Wang Lin’s skin.

After a long while, Wang Lin’s eyes flickered, and he moved forward another three feet. Even the seven swords around him moved with him. The suction force intensified once more, and another red thread gradually appeared on Wang Lin’s skin.

The immense suction landed on the seven swords outside Wang Lin’s body, immediately causing them to emit bursts of sword cries. The Sword Souls within them roared out, fusing with each other. As if they hadn't condensed into a physical form, they constantly changed appearances to resist the suction.

In addition, the electric light on the seven swords crackled, pulling more tightly, making the seven precious swords bravely advance as if they were integrated with the ground.

As Wang Lin moved forward, the red threads on his body’s skin increased, becoming dense and numerous, making Wang Lin’s entire body appear red.

There were so many of these fine red threads that if one were to count them, their number would be a million!

It was exactly the same number as the Imprints of Killing Qi!

The red threads flickered within his skin, and Wang Lin’s mind was perfectly calm. He took a deep breath. He was now at the edge of the裂缝, but even here, he still couldn’t force the Killing Intent out of his body; he could only make it manifest.

Gazing at the dark world outside the裂缝, Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with electric light. As the light streaked, he saw a diagonally protruding stone platform twenty feet below, and on it, an ancient Teleportation Formation.

After silently calculating for a moment, Wang Lin leaped up, flashing out from the opening of the裂缝. His figure was like lightning, heading straight for the large stone twenty feet away.

The Seven Star Sword Formation followed closely, flying out with him. The moment Wang Lin’s body stepped out of the裂缝, a tremendous suction force immediately surged wildly from the bottom of the deep pit.

Here, it was countless times stronger than inside the裂缝. In an instant, some red threads on Wang Lin’s skin were forcibly sucked out. As soon as these sucked-out red threads left Wang Lin’s body, they immediately writhed as if struggling, but then instantly transformed into a ball of red Qi, dissipating into thin air under the suction.

At the same time, the Seven Star Sword Formation circled around Wang Lin, rapidly rotating. The rotation speed was extremely fast, forming a powerful vortex. Within the vortex, a pushing force suddenly appeared, growing stronger as the sword Formation rotated.

Wang Lin, within the sword Formation, took a single step towards the large stone. He was completely focused at this moment, not daring to be careless in the slightest. If he made even a small mistake, he feared he would be sucked into the deep pit.

The surrounding cold Qi was extremely dense, and the suction force was astonishingly strong, as if countless large hands were fiercely slapping down from above, and other large hands were grabbing his body from below, trying to drag him down. The howling sound in his ears was the angry roar and bellow of the large hands’ owner.

The speed of the Seven Star Sword Formation had reached a certain limit, but the pushing force generated by its rotation was still unable to counteract the suction. Wang Lin’s body, along with the sword Formation vortex, was immediately sucked diagonally downwards.

At this instant, Wang Lin’s eyes flickered. In the Void Realm beneath his feet, a black shadow immediately appeared. This black shadow seemed to be tightly connected to Wang Lin’s body. After appearing, it suddenly twisted, and eerie whispers and strange hand seals emerged from the black shadow’s mouth and hands.

Immediately, the black shadow’s entire body transformed into a black hurricane. The powerful impact actually caused the suction force to pause. This hurricane enveloped the sword Formation, carrying Wang Lin within it, and swept towards the nearby protruding large stone.

The moment he stepped onto the large stone, Wang Lin let out a deep breath. The sword Formation, combined with the Divine Ability of the Immortal Guard Puppet, could resist the suction for a short time, but not for long.

Standing on the stone platform, Wang Lin sat down cross-legged. He had no time to study the Formation on it; instead, he immediately seized the time to force out the red threads from his body.

His eyes flashed, and with a wave of his right hand, the hurricane formed by the Puppet was completely sucked into the illusory shadow behind Wang Lin like a funnel, disappearing.

The seven precious swords, at the moment the hurricane disappeared, rapidly rotated around Wang Lin’s body. Without the hurricane, Wang Lin once again felt the incredibly powerful suction. Amidst this suction, he gritted his teeth, his veins bulging on his face, looking quite ferocious.

The red threads on his skin were immediately sucked out by more than half, seemingly possessing sentience, struggling. But ultimately, they couldn't resist the suction and detached from Wang Lin’s body, dissipating into red Qi with several thudding sounds.

Outside Wang Lin’s body, it was as if countless red绒毛 had grown. Large numbers of red threads were pulled out by more than half their length, constantly wriggling. This scene was extremely bizarre.

As red threads were sucked out one by one and dissipated into red mist, the red mist outside Wang Lin’s body almost never stopped appearing. Often, as soon as some red mist dissipated, new ones would immediately appear again.

This cycle continued, and after an unknown period, Wang Lin’s skin gradually ceased to be entirely red, revealing some of his natural skin tone. Wang Lin took a deep breath, abruptly opened his eyes, and the illusory shadow behind him immediately appeared, transforming into a hurricane that roared and enveloped him. Wang Lin stepped forward, heading straight for the裂缝.

After struggling to enter the裂缝, Wang Lin arrived at a place with no suction. He felt as if he had fought a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator for ten days and ten nights, completely weakened.

In the preceding days, during the struggle against the suction, Wang Lin had to, on one hand, circulate his cultivation to resist the suction, on the other hand, control the Seven Star Sword Formation, and also force out the red threads, and furthermore, constantly circulate his immortal power to reinforce his body and prevent being sucked off the stone platform.

All of this combined made Wang Lin extremely fatigued. He knew that if he continued, even a slight mistake would lead to eternal damnation, so he decided to rest, return to adjust his internal Qi, and then go back later.

After a brief adjustment, Wang Lin’s eyes flashed. He controlled the Seven Star Sword Formation, and with a step, he once again walked out of the裂缝.

This continued for several months. On this day, in Wang Lin’s fourth year trapped in this desolate place, he sat cross-legged on the large stone in the deep pit. Within the skin of his right hand, a red thread trembled slightly. Under the suction, it seemed to let out an unwilling cry, detaching from his fingertip and dissipating into a red mist.

This was the last red thread in his body. The moment it was forced out, Wang Lin opened his eyes. His face showed fatigue, but his eyes gleamed with cold light.

“Slaughter Immortal Art!!”

He was silent for a long time, the cold light in his eyes gradually receding. Lowering his head, Wang Lin’s gaze fell upon the Teleportation Formation beneath him. After a brief glance, Wang Lin closed his eyes, no longer paying attention, and sat there quietly, sensing the surrounding suction.

One must integrate into this suction to truly perceive its subtle changes. To learn it and truly fuse with it, one must let go of one’s mind and not resist the suction, as if one were completely transparent, allowing the suction to penetrate through the body.

Day after day, year after year… Wang Lin sat there for three years!

The Seven Star Sword Formation no longer rotated, but was instead plunged into the ground, positioned around him. Wang Lin seemed to have merged with the stone. Initially, the suction could still make his whole body tremble slightly, but gradually, it was as if Wang Lin had become formless, and the suction entered his body, passing straight through.

Time flowed, and another three years passed in a flash.

The suction passed through Wang Lin’s body without any hindrance, directly penetrating and surging upwards. Even his clothes and hair remained still, no longer being pulled by the suction as they were three years ago.

Not only Wang Lin’s body, but also his mind, remained still, like an undisturbed ancient well. In these six years, as the suction penetrated through every part of his body, Wang Lin gradually immersed himself in a peculiar state.

He felt as if he had completely disappeared, and it was precisely because of this disappearance that the suction had no effect on him.

However, only the Primordial Spirit within his body was something the suction could never penetrate. Because of this, Wang Lin always had a feeling of incompleteness in that peculiar state.

He could allow the suction to pass through his body, and could allow his body to merge with the suction, but he could not make his Primordial Spirit, his mind and body, truly integrate with the suction.

But Wang Lin was not in a hurry. He calmly sensed the suction, and in his peculiar state, he slowly caused his Primordial Spirit to gradually disperse.

In a flash, another five years passed. Wang Lin had been stuck in this deep pit for fifteen years… Even on that large stone, he had sat for eleven years.

His Primordial Spirit still could not completely disperse and fully fuse with the suction, mind and body.

In Wang Lin’s seventeenth year of staying in this place, he opened his eyes. A trace of沧桑 emerged in his eyes as he calmly gazed forward.

“To fuse one’s mind with the suction… one must not produce even the slightest feeling of repulsion. To comprehend suction and truly fuse with it, one must become a part of the suction itself… If I am the suction, then naturally, that is Fusion…”

Wang Lin was silent. He had thought of this many years ago, but it was easy to say and extremely difficult to actually do. He had no clue how to become the suction itself, how to become a part of the suction.

The howling sound that had echoed in his ears for seventeen years, Wang Lin had grown accustomed to its presence. The howling was the sound of the suction. Wang Lin took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Go down…” In his Primordial Spirit, the woman’s voice echoed again.

Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes, electric light bursting forth. He lowered his head, looking at the darkness below. The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, until, at the peak, the light dissipated. Wang Lin slowly stood up, his body, which hadn't moved for thirteen years, and took a step forward!

With this step, he did not use any Divine Ability. Instead, like a Mortal, he seemed to step from the peak of a cliff into the Void Realm. His body immediately plummeted, falling towards the deep pit below, and in an instant, was swallowed by the darkness.

Wang Lin’s body rapidly descended. During this process, he closed his eyes. The suction surged wildly into his body, transforming into numerous large hands that grabbed everything about him, fiercely pulling him down.

As he descended, the cold Qi grew denser. Even on the cliff wall beside him, a layer of frost and ice appeared.

Wang Lin ignored all of this. His entire mind was immersed in that peculiar state, the only thought in his mind being to transform himself into the suction.

Integrate into the suction… transform into the suction… become the suction… At this instant, Wang Lin’s Primordial Spirit boomed, erupting with countless thunderous explosions. The suction penetrated his Physical Body, wildly merging into his Primordial Spirit, circulating within it.

At this moment, Wang Lin opened his eyes. Although his body was still sinking, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath, and incredibly, his body actually paused in its descent.

The suction flowed through his body without any further obstruction. His Primordial Spirit, his Physical Body, everything about him, at this instant, completely merged into the suction. He had become a part of the suction!

He looked down into the depths; there was no bottom, only an endless abyss, like the boundless Yellow Springs, capable of devouring everything into an unknown world.

“It’s time to leave… The third style of my Divine Ability Dao Concept… is the power of Yellow Springs…” Wang Lin raised his head, looked upwards, and gradually floated up.

“Go down… please… go down…” In his Primordial Spirit, the woman’s voice, for the first time, carried emotion.