Wang Lin waved his right hand, and the flying sword flew into his hand. Wang Lin carefully placed it into his bag of holding, then let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to be stabbed by a flying sword he had personally refined and then die of poison.
After putting away the flying sword, Wang Lin stood up and looked at the black stone bridge in front of him. Without another word, he began to walk forward. Behind him, the whirlwinds let out whimpering whistles as they followed.
Wang Lin cautiously walked forward. The Road of No Return seemed very long, but as soon as he walked on it, the scenery in front of him changed. The black stone bridge began to shrink until it was only about three hundred meters long.
On the other side of the bridge, a huge whirlpool slowly appeared.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered. After a moment of thought, he suddenly extended his hand. A small beast flew over and landed in Wang Lin's hand. He waved his hand, and the beast shot forward like lightning toward the whirlpool at the end of the bridge.
However, before the beast could get more than thirty meters away, a bolt of violet lightning as thick as an arm suddenly descended from the sky. It struck the beast, instantly transforming it into ashes.
Wang Lin's expression was the same as ever. If it weren't for the restrictive spells, then all he had to do was increase his speed, and he would be able to fly across the bridge in a few moments. Therefore, he could only walk forward step by step. He couldn't suddenly accelerate.
Looking at the distance of less than three hundred meters, he took a deep breath and continued forward.
With each step, Wang Lin was completely focused. After he had walked more than thirty meters, the gray mist around him suddenly grew thicker. Suddenly, the whirlwinds behind him disappeared.
Even the Second Devil had disappeared. Even the Divine Sense connection between Wang Lin and the Second Devil seemed to be cut off by some invisible power. He couldn't sense it at all.
Subconsciously, Wang Lin was about to look back, but just as he was about to do so, he stopped himself. Wang Lin's face was grim. After a moment of thought, a cold smile appeared on his face as he continued forward.
This time, he walked more than thirty meters.
Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar came from behind him. Even the bridge itself began to shake. Wang Lin immediately steadied himself. This roar was very familiar; it was the roar of the Wild Beast, the Red Flood Dragon.
A hot, fishy smell blew from behind him. Wang Lin closed his eyes and did not use his Divine Sense to check. This place was called the Road of No Return, which meant that once you stepped onto it, there was no way back.
If that was it, it wouldn't be a big deal, but after Wang Lin's analysis, he knew that this place wasn't that simple. It was very likely that not only could he not go back, he couldn't even turn his head back, and it was very likely that he couldn't even use his divine sense to look back. In short, everything had to be done according to the word "no return." If there was one mistake, he would die on this bridge like the little beast.
Although he couldn't turn his head and couldn't use his Divine Sense to check, Wang Lin could imagine that there was only one possibility for the hot, fishy smell to be so close to him. It was that the Red Flood Dragon had opened its mouth and was right behind him.
However, although Wang Lin was shocked, he didn't panic. It was impossible for the Red Flood Dragon to appear here. This must be some kind of illusion technique.
Just at this moment, there was a flash of red light to his right. Wang Lin's pupils shrank. That red light was clearly a tongue.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He glanced sideways and noticed that there was something sticky on his right shoulder. It was giving off a strange smell.
Wang Lin took a deep breath and his eyes gradually calmed down. His footsteps were still calm as he calmly walked forward. The red tongue around his body spat out more and more frequently. The roars behind him and the breath it exhaled caused the corners of his clothes to flutter. A bloodthirsty killing intent suddenly came from behind him.
Wang Lin looked at his fluttering clothes and revealed a cold smile. He wasn't too sure before, especially after seeing the sticky liquid on his right shoulder. He wasn't sure if this was an illusion or not.
But now, when he saw his clothes fluttering in the wind, there was no doubt in his heart. He was completely certain that this was an illusion technique.
The reason was because of his clothes. The thing behind him was a Desolate Beast. If it was really so close to him, all it needed to do was blow and he would be sent flying far away. But now, it seemed like all it could do was cause his clothes to flutter.
Wang Lin's willpower was firm. He did not hesitate to continue walking forward. No matter what sounds he heard behind him, he did not stop. At this moment, the Red Flood Dragon behind him let out a violent roar and tried to devour him. Wang Lin clearly saw this scene from the corner of his eye. He did not even blink. His speed was steady and there were no fluctuations as he calmly walked forward.
The instant the Red Flood Dragon swallowed him, its body turned into a gray mist and dissipated. Within the mist, Wang Lin's figure slowly walked out.
He walked until he was ninety feet away. Just a hundred feet away from crossing the bridge, he suddenly heard a light cough behind him.
This cough was very soft, but when it landed in Wang Lin's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue. It reverberated in his mind, and he could not help but stop walking. His body trembled, and two streams of tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.
The cough continued. Although Wang Lin knew that this was all an illusion, he still had the urge to turn around and take a look.
"Tie Zhu … turn around and let father see you …" A familiar voice rang out. Wang Lin clenched his fists and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were filled with determination. He took a deep breath and continued walking forward.
"Tie Zhu … Mother wants to see her child. How can you be so heartless? You don't even turn around …"
Wang Lin closed his eyes again. His feet trembled, but he still walked forward without any hesitation. He suddenly reached the end of the bridge. During these last hundred feet, his parents' voices constantly echoed in his ears.
The moment he reached the end, his parents' voices disappeared. The whistling of the tornadoes once again entered his ears, and his connection with the second devil was reestablished.
Wang Lin did not turn around. He stood silently in front of the whirlpool for a long time. Finally, he sighed and took out the jade slip that Li Muwan had given him. After activating it, he surrounded the tornadoes behind him and entered the whirlpool together.
Pulled by the purple lightning, Wang Lin disappeared into the whirlpool.
When he walked out of the whirlpool, what appeared in front of him was a towering mountain that pierced through the clouds. The mountain was surrounded by clouds, and it was impossible to see the end of it. Standing at the foot of the mountain, Wang Lin's figure seemed very small.
The moment he saw the mountain, Wang Lin was startled. However, he quickly deduced that the Path of No Return just now was not the second trial. Otherwise, based on what the Ji Emperor, Duanmu Ji, and the others had said, the third trial required Wang Lin's Death Curse Art to pass.
He really could not see any signs that this place required Divine Sense to pass. Wang Lin looked at the towering mountain in front of him. In his heart, he had already guessed that perhaps this was the second trial.
He swept the area with his Divine Sense, and his pupils immediately shrank. His gaze was fixed on the foot of the mountain. There was clearly a broken restriction there, and strands of red light flickered within it.
Wang Lin muttered to himself for a moment, then walked toward the mountain. Not long after, he arrived at the location of the restriction he had seen before. It was obvious that someone had destroyed it, revealing a path that could only allow one person to pass.
Red light flickered on both sides of the path.
Wang Lin carefully looked at it. When he raised his head to look at the top of the mountain, his gaze became extremely cautious. He was certain that someone had entered the mountain before him.
There was nothing else around the second trial. It was clear that this mountain was the key to passing this trial. There was only one path, and that was to climb to the top.
For mortals, climbing a mountain, especially a mountain of this height, was extremely difficult. However, for cultivators, it was not difficult at all.
However, based on Wang Lin's experience, this mountain must also have restrictions that restricted flying. One could only climb it on foot, not on a sword.
After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin looked at the Hurricane Fist behind him. He waved his right hand and the 40 or so hurricanes immediately began to merge together, gradually forming a huge hurricane. Wang Lin's body leapt into the hurricane. The moment he touched the edge of the hurricane, a path opened up, as if welcoming Wang Lin, allowing him to enter.
As he stood within the hurricane, Wang Lin willed the hurricane to move forward.
After they passed through the restrictive spell, Wang Lin's Divine Sense could clearly sense that the restrictive spell was slowly restoring itself.
Wang Lin's heart sank. If the restrictive spell could automatically restore itself, then he wouldn't be able to use the same method he had used in the first trial, which was to have someone open the path for him.
Having reached this point in his train of thought, the Divine Sense of the tens of thousands of small creatures within the hurricane suddenly gathered together. With Wang Lin's Divine Sense as the lead and the Second Devil as the center, it swept out in all directions.
He carefully controlled the enormous Divine Sense to scan the area from bottom to top. Gradually, Wang Lin's face grew darker and darker. This place was filled with restrictive spells, almost everywhere.
It would not be an exaggeration to call this mountain a mountain of restrictive spells.
Considering the restrictive spells, there was no need to even mention climbing up. If one wasn't careful and triggered one of the restrictive spells, they would be reduced to nothing more than a corpse.
Within the range of Wang Lin's Divine Sense, one of the restrictive spells was rapidly restoring itself. In the blink of an eye, it was back to normal.
Wang Lin withdrew his Divine Sense. After pondering for a moment, he walked out of the hurricane and took out a bag of holding. He waved his right hand, and the hurricane behind him, along with the Second Devil, entered the bag.
Wang Lin had obtained this bag of holding from an insect cultivator. It couldn't be used to store magical items, but it had a special effect on living creatures. It could keep them alive inside.
After Wang Lin had obtained it, he had experimented with the small creatures a few days ago. After confirming that it had such an effect, he had used it to store the small creatures.
After the small creatures entered the bag of holding, Wang Lin tied the bag to his waist. He took a deep breath and carefully walked forward. He spread out his Divine Sense to observe his surroundings.
When he had used the small creatures to scan the area with his Divine Sense, he had noticed that there were some small passageways between the restrictive spells. These passageways were too small for the hurricane to pass through. Furthermore, the restrictive spells around them were complete. If he touched them, it would be triggered.
That was why he had given up on using the hurricane to reach the top of the mountain.
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