"Master Flamespark, what happened back then was not what you saw …" Master Zhong Xuan's voice was filled with remorse and sadness toward his teacher. Before he left, he looked back at Master Flamespark with a complicated expression.
There was no wind among the stars. Even if there was wind, it was caused by a spell. At this moment, the storm Master Master Long Pan created had torn apart the red light and opened all the seals on it. This allowed the seven-colored realm to clearly appear before Wang Lin.
As the seven-colored light flashed, a roar filled with madness came from the rift. This roar was like that of a wild beast, and it was filled with bloodlust and killing intent.
Hearing this roar, Wang Lin calmed down. He silently looked at the seven-colored rift, and after a long time, he looked back at Master Flamespark.
Master Flamespark's gaze was still on where Master Zhong Xuan and Master Zhong Xuan left. The hatred in his eyes was extremely strong.
Wang Lin didn't know the deep hatred between Master Flamespark and Master Zhong Xuan. However, after Master Flamespark escaped to the Luo Tian, he did everything he could to start the war between the Luo Tian and the Alliance. This showed how deep this hatred was!
"I can't help you with this matter …" Wang Lin let out a sigh. He knew the power of hatred, it was enough to make one go crazy.
Master Flamespark silently pondered. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and clasped his hands at Wang Lin. He whispered, "The matter between Junior and Master Zhong Xuan is a private matter. Lord of the Sealed Realm doesn't need to worry about it. Right now, the overall situation is important. Junior knows … If Junior dies before this war ends, everything will be over. If he dies, it will be the same … However, if neither of us dies, then Junior will take revenge!"
The hatred in Master Flamespark's eyes was deeply hidden by him. He had cultivated for many years and could endure for tens of thousands of years, so he didn't mind enduring for a bit longer.
He could never forget what happened back then. He and Master Zhong Xuan were close friends, and it was because of Master Zhong Xuan's invitation that he and his dao partner joined the Cultivation Alliance.
The three of them often discussed the Dao, and he was impressed by Zhong Xuan Zi's vast knowledge and insight, so he was willing to listen to him. Moreover, Zhong Xuan Zi was also extremely courteous to him, and the two of them were like gentlemen. Even though their relationship was like water, as time passed, it became as mellow as wine.
However, all of this changed because of one thing. Master Flamespark would often wake up from his cultivation. That scene was deeply engraved in his memory. It would always make him clench his fist and let out bursts of anger and shame.
He didn't want to recall it, but the memory was deeply engraved in his mind, becoming the source of the stabbing pain in his heart. The thorn that had penetrated deep into his flesh had already rotted away, emitting a rotten smell. It dyed his flesh black, becoming the pain of his life!
Wang Lin sighed inwardly and shook his head. "Forget it. If you can absorb the Joss Flame Black Dragon's power, it will be good fortune for you.
Now I'm going to enter the Seven-Colored Realm, and there are many dangers inside. Don't follow me … "
Master Flamespark nodded and bowed at Wang Lin. He turned around and walked into the distance. His figure was a bit sad, revealing a sense of old age and helplessness. There was also a hint of bleakness and loneliness.
It wasn't until Master Flamespark gradually left that Wang Lin withdrew his gaze. The hatred between Master Flamespark and Master Zhong Xuan obviously involved his privacy. Wang Lin wouldn't guess, and he didn't want to guess.
Although the story had been immersed in time, it must have been very hurtful. It was like the water in the palm. Although it had flowed away, the coldness still remained in the palm, covering the warmth in the palm and spreading throughout his body … While pondering, Wang Lin turned around and walked toward the T-Color World. He wasn't fast, but every step he took was filled with determination.
He didn't look back or hesitate. With three steps, he entered the second Seven-Colored Realm he had entered in his life!
Bursts of seven-colored light filled the world and illuminated everything on the ground. At a glance, this place was gorgeous, and it was easy to get lost inside.
Seven-colored light, like a rainbow!
Standing in the sky above the Seven-Colored Realm, Wang Lin looked around. This Seven-Colored Realm was different from the place he entered before. Although there were mountains everywhere, from a distance, these mountains formed a large formation!
This formation was formed by nearly one hundred thousand mountains. As it densely covered the area, it gave off an extremely vast feeling.
Every single mountain was a part of the formation, and the deeper the mountain, the more majestic it was. The mountain in the deepest part pierced into the sky, and as it was surrounded by seven-colored clouds, only half of its body was visible.
If this was it, it wouldn't be a big deal, but what was even more shocking was that there was a cultivator sitting at the top of each mountain.
They weren't cultivating, but howling in pain!
The cries of anguish fused together to form a mournful melody that could shake the heavens and the earth!
This sound couldn't be heard outside the Seven-Colored Realm, but inside the Seven-Colored Realm, it directly impacted the mind. It was like 100,000 souls roaring and struggling, shaking the world.
Every cultivator on the 100,000 mountains had several sharp stone spikes piercing through their bodies. From a distance, they didn't look like they were cultivating, they were clearly being held down by someone and imprisoned by the sharp spikes!
Every cultivator raised their heads and looked at the sky with soulless eyes as they let out unconscious howls.
Blood seemed to flow endlessly from the bodies of these cultivators and spread along the stone spikes to the mountains. It was as if it would never dry up as it flowed down the mountains.
There wasn't much blood, and each mountain only had one person's blood. For the large mountains, it was insignificant … However, nothing could resist the passage of time. As time passed, more and more blood flowed down the mountains … As long as the imprisoned cultivators didn't die, as long as their bodies were still producing blood … Strands of red smoke came from each mountain and rushed toward the highest mountain, the seven-colored clouds.
100,000 mountains, 100,000 cultivators!
Among these 100,000 cultivators, half of them had a mark between their eyebrows. They were all Outer Realm cultivators!
The other half were obviously from the Alliance, and they had been frozen here for an unknown amount of time.
The smell of blood spread through the Seven-Colored Realm and seemed to fuse with the seven-colored light. This caused the beautiful T-color to become demonic.
One by one, ghost-like shadows drifted aimlessly in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, mumbling Daoist scriptures from their mouths.
Within the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there were also walking corpses, slowly walking around in confusion. They were unable to walk out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Their clothes were torn, and their eyes were gray.
Wang Lin silently looked at everything before him. After a long time, he slowly walked forward and entered the 100,000 mountains. The moment he entered, it was as if some kind of restriction had been triggered. The endless howls suddenly stopped.
At this moment, all the cultivators that were looking at the sky in confusion suddenly looked at Wang Lin with sword-like gazes!
They were no longer howling, and their confused eyes were replaced by resentment as they stared at Wang Lin.
Being stared at by these 100,000 strange gazes, Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he stopped for a moment.
At the same time, the large amount of Enlightened Ones floating between the 100,000 mountains also stopped murmuring. Their lifeless eyes stared at Wang Lin one by one.
It was as if Wang Lin's arrival had broken the balance here. It was as if a living person had suddenly appeared among a group of dead people. It was extremely sudden, and it was noticed by all the dead cultivators.
"Blood … Blood …" In this extreme silence, a whimper slowly echoed. This voice came from the Outer Realm cultivator on the mountain closest to Wang Lin.
Along with this voice, even more sobs rose into the air. All of the cultivators were saying the same thing!
"Blood … Blood …" The eyes of the 100,000 cultivators were bloodshot. They had lost their minds as they stared at Wang Lin. More and more mournful roars came from their mouths.
Just at this moment, a cultivator from the Xiang Tribe coughed out a mouthful of blood. The moment the blood appeared, it turned into a blood mist. There seemed to be countless shadows flashing inside the blood mist.
Shortly after, even more cultivators coughed out blood at the same time. The blood mist filled the top of the 100,000 mountains and began to fuse with each other.
There was a flash of coldness in Wang Lin's eyes. He stopped for a moment and no longer hesitated. He took a step forward. His speed was so fast that he could break through the void. As thunderous rumbles echoed, Wang Lin moved like lightning and charged forward.
His speed was extremely fast. Before the red mist could completely fuse with him, he had already charged far into the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range and was heading straight for the highest peak.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin closed in on the highest peak. The moment he arrived, he saw a scene that made him gasp!
From this position, he could clearly see that the Hundred Thousand Mountains were not connected to the earth. Instead, they were lifted up by a huge petrified Black Tortoise. The Hundred Thousand Mountains were impressively pressed down on the back of this Black Tortoise!
Or it could be said that the 100,000 mountains weren't mountains at all, but the thorn on the back of the Black Tortoise!
The Black Tortoise was so large that it occupied the entire Seven-Colored Realm. In the distance, there was a person sitting on the ferocious head of the Black Tortoise. This person looked middle-aged, but there was an ancient aura coming from his body. He sat there without any signs of life.
His body seemed to be connected to the Black Tortoise, and there was a three-inch spike sticking out of the top of his head. If you looked closely, you could see that the spike was protruding out of the bottom of his body, piercing through his body, breaking through his skull to reveal a three-inch spike sticking out of his skull!
The glory of the Renegade Immortal, the glory of the Hundred Alliance!
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