The scene changed again. The young man grew up and returned to the land that was destroyed. The seven red moons were filled with misery and blood flowed like rivers … In this scene, the T-colored light was still there.
In another scene, the river of blood surged into the sky, killing many of the cultivators coming from the distance. The green-robed man turned around and left with grief on his face.
Wang Lin looked at the flashing scenes in the blood mist, and his heart trembled. He saw Shimizu's past, saw Shimizu step into the Celestial Realm, and saw Shimizu no longer have killing intent on his face and instead reveal a happy expression.
Beside him stood a woman. She was not extremely beautiful, but she gave off a gentle aura. She gently looked at Shimizu and revealed a sweet smile.
Before the two of them was an old man. This old man was Bai Fan. He had a kind expression as he looked at the two of them lovingly and seemed to be saying something.
However, in this scene, there was still the faint seven-colored light in the sky. That cold gaze contained a hint of strangeness as it stared at Shimizu.
This gaze appeared many times, and the more Wang Lin looked at it, the more strange he felt. This gaze was like looking at his other self in a mirror … Blood mist surged and the scene immediately changed. This time, it revealed a scene that caused Wang Lin's eyes to be filled with seriousness and sorrow!
In the scene, Shimizu was sitting at the top of a mountain. As he cultivated, the seven-colored person in the sky suddenly reached out with his right hand and pointed down.
This point caused Shimizu's body to tremble and his eyes to open. His mind was replaced by a blood-colored light and killing intent. A heaven-shaking roar came from his mouth and echoed across the entire Celestial Realm!
Bai Fan was also there in the distance. He stared at the sky in a daze and revealed an expression of disbelief. He seemed to have felt something!
Shimizu had gone crazy!
The slaughter that had stopped for a long time descended on the Celestial Realm when he went crazy. Wang Lin saw many cultivators of the Thunder Celestial Realm die tragically to Shimizu. He was like a bloodthirsty demon that became more and more crazy the more he killed!
This continued until the woman appeared before Qing Shui. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, but they were still gentle. She had died in Qing Shui's hands, but she hid the pain on her face and gently looked at Qing Shui. She raised her jade-like hand as if she wanted to touch her lover's face, but in the end, she powerlessly put it down. She closed her eyes and seemed to say something … It was these words and the boiling blood before her death that caused Qing Shui, who had gone crazy, to instantly awaken. He let out a heaven-shaking roar of sorrow that could only come from someone who had reached the limit of despair!
With this roar of sorrow, the scene collapsed. As the blood mist rotated, it began to repeat itself. It repeated itself from the first scene.
It was as if there was a force that wanted to use this cruel method to force Shimizu's memories to reappear. It wanted him to forever be trapped in slaughter, madness, and sorrow, making it impossible for him to escape.
This method was used to stimulate Shimizu so that the slaughter essence in his body would slowly become stronger and more solid … Wang Lin felt the same way. He only knew a little about Shimizu's story before, but now that he had seen it with his own eyes, his sorrow became even stronger. He felt sorrow for Shimizu's life and sorrow for Shimizu's experience.
"Senior Brother Shimizu, I, Wang Lin, will risk everything to save you!"
Wang Lin's expression was firm as he turned around. He no longer looked at the scene inside the blood mist but charged toward the true body of the Black Tortoise that was suppressing Shimizu's soul!
This Black Tortoise was as large as the entire Seven-Colored Realm. Although it was petrified, the aura it gave off was extremely powerful. As Wang Lin closed in, he could feel that aura even more clearly.
He even had the illusion that this Black Tortoise wasn't dead but was sleeping!
"If I want to save Shimizu, I must first release his soul!"
With Wang Lin's understanding of restrictions, he could see that the petrified Black Tortoise was the key to breaking this restriction!
If he didn't destroy the Black Tortoise that was suppressing his soul, then it would be impossible to remove the 10 thorns on Shimizu's body!
Wang Lin was very sure of this!
He charged down and formed a fist with his right hand. The Ancient Dao power inside his body condensed into an illusory fist that shot toward the Black Tortoise.
The moment the fist flew out, a powerful gust of wind appeared and landed on the back of the Black Tortoise. There was a thunderous bang and the Black Tortoise trembled, but it wasn't injured at all.
Instead, a powerful force was pushed back and landed before Wang Lin. Wang Lin was pushed back hundreds of feet by this force.
"Open for me!!"
Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot as he let out a roar and threw 10 punches in a row!
Every single punch contained the full power of a Seven-star Ancient God. As he roared, his fists seemed to have turned into a storm that could sweep up the heavens and earth. They whistled as they charged madly toward the Black Tortoise.
Thunderous rumbles echoed across the world. The petrified Black Tortoise trembled, but its back was unimaginably hard. It didn't show any signs of breaking under these 10 punches. At the same time, the rebound force was monstrous and shot toward Wang Lin.
A cracking sound came from Wang Lin's right arm and he was knocked back 1,000 feet. Blood came out from the corner of his mouth, but Wang Lin's expression became even more ferocious.
Just at this moment, as the thunderous rumbles echoed across the Seven-Colored Realm, a muffled hiss came from the Black Tortoise's body. This hiss couldn't be heard by the ears and could only be sensed by the mind.
At the instant the roars rose and fell, the one hundred thousand cultivators on the one hundred thousand mountains formed by the one hundred thousand thorns roared. Their bodies seemed to have regained their freedom, and they were pulled out from the thorns that had pierced through their bodies. As blood sprayed out, the wounds on their bodies squirmed in a strange manner and healed in an instant.
From the outside, aside from their torn clothes, there were no other injuries. The 100,000 cultivators' eyes were filled with madness as they let out roars and charged at Wang Lin from all directions. Various spells appeared in their hands and shrouded the Seven-Colored Realm.
There was a flash of killing intent in Wang Lin's eyes and the golden fire in his left eye shot out with a wave of his left hand. Although the fire had turned golden, it was still Ethereal Fire. As it spread, it shrouded the Seven-Colored Realm.
However, there was no Ethereal Fire within the bodies of the 100,000 cultivators. There was only one explanation for this — the 100,000 cultivators were not alive at all. They had died a long time ago. Even though they looked like they were still alive, they were actually being controlled by some sort of strange power.
Although there was no Ethereal Fire, Wang Lin's celestial fire was much more powerful than during the first battle in the Cloud Sea. As it spread, it began to burn and golden Thunder swept out in all directions. Thunder roared and countless people died.
But just at this moment, the bodies of the one hundred thousand cultivators exploded as the golden sea of fire and the celestial thunder rumbled. Their flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the flesh and blood of the one hundred thousand cultivators gathered together. As the flesh and blood squirmed, they formed a huge blade that was almost as tall as the heavens and earth!
This blade was made of flesh and blood, and it was formed by the flesh and blood of 100,000 cultivators. It covered the sky and formed a giant shadow that shrouded the earth.
From a distance, one could see countless twisted faces and broken limbs inside the blade. The moment the blade appeared, it was raised and the screams of the 100,000 cultivators echoed as it chopped down on Wang Lin!
A sense of crisis filled Wang Lin. He could still retreat and leave the T-Colored Realm without caring about Shimizu's life or death, but how could he do it?
He couldn't do it!
Wang Lin's eyes revealed a sense of madness and his right hand hit the spot between his eyebrows. The seven golden stars between his eyebrows rotated rapidly and his body suddenly expanded. In the blink of an eye, he became an ancient god 10,000 feet tall!
The moment the blade of flesh and blood descended, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pushed against the sky. The blade of flesh and blood descended and collided with his right hand.
Wang Lin's body trembled. He clearly felt endless resentment and killing intent enter his body from the blade like a storm. There was also a powerful force coming from the blade that shook his body!
This was the power of 100,000 cultivators gathered together. This power had been changed by some strange spell, and after being amplified several times, it could already injure a 7-star ancient god!
However, Wang Lin didn't retreat at all. He forced the impact to stay inside his body. He let out a roar and waved his right hand. In an instant, he knocked the blade of flesh and blood back several thousand feet.
"Not enough strength, come again!" Wang Lin's voice echoed. The blade of flesh and blood that had been bounced off descended once more!
Thunderous rumbles continued to echo and became even more intense. As the blade of flesh and blood descended, it chopped down hundreds of times!
These hundreds of cuts turned into a final blade that seemed like it was going to cut Wang Lin in half.
At this moment, Wang Lin released all the rejection force, causing his body to erupt with 100% of its power. This was the temporary fusion of celestial and god. This strange power was enough to kill an early stage Spirit Void cultivator. Esteemed Teacher Tian Zhao had been killed by Wang Lin's 100% power!
Thunderous rumbles echoed. Wang Lin's body trembled and he swallowed the blood that was about to cough out. He borrowed all the impact and fused it with his body. Borrowing this force, he retreated at an unprecedented speed toward the stone Black Tortoise!
He retreated too fast, and in the blink of an eye, he fell from the sky. The moment he closed in on the stone Black Tortoise, Wang Lin suddenly turned around. For the first time in his life, after erupting with ancient god power, he used the power of both his hands. He let out a roar and mercilessly punched the stone Black Tortoise's back!
"Break for me!!"
The entire T-Color World trembled and the earth trembled as if the world was going to collapse. As Wang Lin's fists landed, a violent cracking sound came from the stone Black Tortoise's back!