An aura that could make all life tremble spread out from the Seven-Colored Daoist's body. This aura caused all the fierce beasts to retreat in terror before they even got close. It was enough to scare them out of their wits.
This aura was even more powerful than the heavens' might. No living being dared to get close to it. This was a powerful pressure that caused the world to tremble and the heavens to tremble in fear.
The reason there were so many fierce beast corpses around the Seven-Colored Daoist was likely because he had killed them before he entered this strange space and entered the illusion.
Wang Lin was a bold person. At this moment, he was 1,000 feet away from the Seven-Colored Daoist and narrowed his eyes. After pondering a bit, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. There were 99 drops of blood in total, and each drop contained the aura of Wang Lin's cultivation.
His eyes became serious and he waved his sleeve. One of the 99 drops of blood flew out and floated between his eyebrows.
"Immortal Ancient Dao …" Wang Lin muttered as all the Ancient Dao power in his body surged and gathered inside the drop of blood. There was also a trace of his origin soul inside it.
The drop of blood immediately became crystal clear. From afar, it looked like a crystal!
After fusing with Wang Lin's Ancient Dao power, the drop of blood gave off a bright, red glow. Wang Lin blew out a breath of air and the remaining 98 drops of blood flew forward. They surrounded the drop of blood and formed a blood-colored halo.
Under the protection of the halo, it penetrated within 1,000 feet of the Seven-Colored Daoist.
The moment it entered 1,000 feet, the halo formed by the 98 drops of blood silently dissipated, leaving only the drop of Immortal Ancient Blood!
However, their dissipation helped the drop of blood resist the first wave of destruction.
This drop of blood instantly penetrated hundreds of feet. During this short period of time, it was destroyed thousands of times. However, every time it was destroyed, the Immortal Ancient Blood would rapidly recover.
In an instant, this drop of blood entered within 100 feet of the Seven-Colored Daoist. For the first time, the Immortal Ancient Blood's recovery power couldn't outrun the destruction. The drop of blood rapidly dissipated until only a trace remained.
Although this trace of blood could be seen with the naked eye, if one didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to notice.
This drop of blood contained a trace of Wang Lin's origin soul. As it continued to be destroyed, intense pain spread through Wang Lin's body, causing his expression to become distorted.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The moment the drop of blood was destroyed, it penetrated the last 100 feet and landed between the Seven-Colored Daoist's eyebrows. The drop of blood disappeared, but Wang Lin's origin soul touched the Seven-Colored Daoist's body.
Wang Lin, who was 1,000 feet away, closed his eyes and let out a roar.
"Dream Dao!"
The moment these two words came out, Wang Lin's divine sense rumbled and everything around him collapsed. As it collapsed, a seven-colored light appeared and took his mind into the endless abyss.
This was a seven-colored world. The sky was seven-colored, the earth was seven-colored, and even the clouds gave off seven-colored light. There were mountain ranges on the ground, and when Wang Lin appeared, he was standing at the top of one of them.
After a brief moment of confusion in his eyes, he immediately looked around.
"Is this the Seven-Colored Daoist's illusion?"
Wang Lin silently pondered as he carefully spread out his divine sense. He jumped into the air and flew forward. The earth below him flashed by. After flying for an unknown amount of time, Wang Lin suddenly stopped and looked ahead.
There was a person sitting cross-legged on a mountain before them. This person was the Seven-Colored Daoist.
He was sitting there with his eyes wide open. He looked at the sky in a daze.
There were nine fist-sized balls of light floating around his body. The balls of light were like flames, and there were nine fire birds inside them. These nine suns were the Seven-Colored Daoist's cultivation and treasure.
The Seven-Colored Daoist muttered, "Shanmeng … I remember, your name is Fan Shanmeng …"
Wang Lin looked at the Seven-Colored Daoist with a strange expression. He had heard the Seven-Colored Daoist's words, but the Seven-Colored Daoist didn't seem to notice him.
After pondering for a bit, Wang Lin's eyes lit up.
"Could it also be an illusion within an illusion …" A moment later, Wang Lin carefully walked toward the Seven-Colored Daoist. He gradually closed in on the mountain and arrived 10,000 feet away from the Seven-Colored Daoist.
Staring at the Seven-Colored Daoist, Wang Lin's eyes revealed a decisive gaze. He reached out with his right hand and opened his storage space. The Ghostly Sail appeared. Although Wang Lin didn't know how to use this sail and hadn't completely refined it, he had fused his divine sense with it.
After taking out the sail, Wang Lin sat down and waved it. Under the control of the trace of divine sense Wang Lin had fused with it, the sail wrapped around his body and flew forward with his origin soul.
In a flash, Wang Lin's origin soul left his body and charged toward the Seven-Colored Daoist. The Ghostly Sail spread out above the Seven-Colored Daoist. The ghostly face gradually turned into Wang Lin and entered the Seven-Colored Daoist's confused eyes.
At this instant, Wang Lin's vision darkened. The Seven-Colored Daoist's eyes were like black holes that sucked him in.
"I went in!"
Just as Wang Lin sent out his divine sense, he heard a thunderous rumble and a familiar laugh.
The darkness in front of him seemed to be forcibly torn apart by some strange power. What appeared in front of him was a land of collapsed pavilions. This place was like a mountain gate, with many pavilions standing tall. There was also the illusion of heaven and earth, as if this was a sect.
That familiar laughter came from a middle-aged man in gray robes with long hair. This middle-aged man was handsome, and his eyes gleamed with a cold light. He exuded an air of extreme arrogance, and anyone who saw him would feel it from the bottom of their hearts.
At this moment, he raised his right hand. There was a huge pavilion before him, and just as he was about to blast it open, a roar came from within. The pavilion collapsed and seven-colored light shone out. A person with a furious expression walked out from within the seven-colored light!
When Wang Lin saw this person, he immediately took a deep breath. This person was the statue in Wang Lin's storage space, the real Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign!
As for the middle-aged man, although Wang Lin didn't recognize him, his laughter and voice caused Wang Lin to recognize him. He was the madman!
Behind the madman, a scarlet flame dragon danced in the air and let out an arrogant roar. Beside it was a bald youth dressed in a green robe and a manservant's uniform.
The bald youth's body was a bit skinny and his eyes revealed a ferocious gaze as he battled someone. Wang Lin wasn't unfamiliar with the person he was fighting; it was one of the four generals, the Azure Dragon General!
Looking around, this was a battlefield, and it was extremely chaotic. Cultivators were fighting each other, and three of the four generals were there. The Celestial Sovereign and the eight concubines were also there!
Rumbling sounds reverberated in the air. The earth quaked and the mountains swayed. The ground collapsed one after another, and the pavilions collapsed into rubble. Countless cracks appeared in the sky, and gusts of cold wind blew out from the cracks. Wherever the wind swept past, everything was sealed in ice.
Seeing all of this, Wang Lin's mind trembled. After being startled for a moment, a thunderous rumble came from the madman and the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign. The Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign coughed out blood and retreated. His expression was filled with pain and madness as he let out a violent roar.
"Fan Shanmeng, Fan Shanlu, why did you two betray me!?
Did I not treat you well? Why!?
"Could it be that just because I obtained that fragment, you forgot our 10,000 years of companionship!?
"Fan Shanmeng, come out!!
"You sneak attacked me on the way here, but I didn't kill you and instead let you leave. Do you know the pain in my heart? Do you know!?
"Now you bring outsiders here to kill me, you bitch!!!
"And you, Lian Daofei, you have a noble status and countless dao partners. You took a fancy to that bitch many years ago, do you think I don't know?!" The Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's eyes were filled with madness as he roared.
The madman, or rather, Lian Daofei, had a proud expression. When he heard this, he smiled and shook his head.
"It was she who seduced this king, but this king has no interest in someone else's dao partner. I only came here for the fragment you obtained. Hand over the fragment and I'll immediately leave. I won't participate in the matter between you two."
"Fragment?
Today, none of you here will be able to leave! "
The Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's eyes were bloodshot and he waved his sleeve. The world changed colors and a giant vortex appeared in the sky. There was a giant eye inside the vortex.
There was no emotion inside the eye; it was filled with indifference as it stared at the people below and slowly closed.
The moment the eye closed, Lian Daofei's expression changed greatly.
"Heavenly Dao!!"
"All of you, die for this lord!!"
The Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign waved his hand and the world rumbled. Black gas filled the area and completely blocked Wang Lin's vision.
Miserable screams echoed and a pressure that made Wang Lin tremble shrouded his mind.
Inside the black gas, Lian Daofei was seriously injured by the Heavenly Dao. The Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's body collapsed and shattered everything around him. His shattered body split into three parts and scattered in three different directions.
One of them was the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign, one was formed by his domain, and the last one contained all his memories. It flew off into the distance.
Just at this moment, the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's first soul flew toward the dissipating third soul. Wang Lin was startled and his mind became clear. He knew why the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign was willing to immerse himself in this illusion and not awaken!
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