The five of them carefully flew down the ravine. Wang Lin wasn't at the front, but on the right. As he descended, he observed the walls of the ravine.
The walls of the ravine were extremely smooth, as if they had been cut by a sharp weapon. When Wang Lin touched it, he immediately felt a chill travel from his finger into his body.
As the five of them continued to descend, their surroundings gradually darkened. However, this darkness didn't affect cultivators much. They could still see clearly with celestial spiritual energy.
The further down he went, the more branching cracks appeared, forming branches that looked like tree branches. Every branch crack was like a cave, and it was dark inside. There were even some that he couldn't see through even with his eyes condensed with Celestial Force.
As the number of branches increased, Du Jian stopped and floated in the air. Murong Zhuo's expression was still cold. When he saw Du Jian stop, he frowned slightly but didn't say anything.
Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei stopped and looked around. The cracks and crevices were like huge mouths waiting for their prey to arrive.
"Everyone, there might be some treasures in these cracks. I'm sure the deeper we go, the more cracks there will be. Our goal here is to find treasures. Now, it will depend on our own abilities." After saying that, Du Jian's body moved and floated towards one of the cracks.
Murong Zhuo hesitated for a moment before flying toward another crack.
"Senior Brother Wang, why don't you look around? Maybe you'll find something." Zhao Yixuan smiled.
Wang Lin shook his head. His eyes were calm. He didn't look around, but continued to fly down.
Looking at Wang Lin's back, Zhao Yixuan's eyes lit up. She turned around and looked toward a crack. As for the weak girl next to her, she followed closely behind.
As Wang Lin flew, he looked back at the two girls with a thoughtful expression.
"Why do I feel like there's something strange about these two …"
Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and looked down. The giant crack was bottomless, and he didn't know how deep it went. However, they had been flying for a long time, and they still hadn't reached the bottom.
"Even Bei Lou's crystal can't see through the bottom of the Tide Abyss. I only know that there is a giant corridor below that connects to five other entrances. As for the exit, there is only one!"
Wang Lin's eyes flickered. He stopped descending and flew upward. He immediately felt a heavy pressure coming from above.
"As expected, this entrance can only be entered, not exited. If I force my way out, the resistance will only increase."
After confirming his guess, Wang Lin stopped and carefully looked around. There were many cracks around, and it was completely dark inside. He only glanced at them for a moment before looking away.
"Many people have come to this Tide Abyss over the countless years. Even if there were treasures in these cracks, they would be empty by now.
After descending another thousand feet, I found a place that is very difficult to cross. "
Wang Lin calmly floated in the air. Not long after, Murong Zhuo was the first to fly over. He nodded at Wang Lin and stood to the side. After pondering for a while, he suddenly said, "Wang Daoyou, are you familiar with this place?"
Wang Lin looked at Murong Zhuo and said, "There is an auspicious tree growing on the cliff a thousand feet below. This tree is very strange, so you must be careful."
Murong Zhuo was startled. He nodded and didn't say anything.
After a while, Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei flew over with Du Jian right behind them.
The five of them reunited. None of them had found anything and continued to descend. Wang Lin slowed down and fell behind the others. As for Murong Zhuo, he hesitated for a moment before doing the same.
Instead, it was Du Jian who fell in front.
The distance of a thousand feet was covered in the blink of an eye for the five of them. Wang Lin's eyes were still bright as he looked to the bottom right. When he used the crystal to check, he found that there was an auspicious tree there. This tree wasn't big or anything special, but when Wang Lin used the crystal to check, he felt a sense of danger.
As he descended, his eyes narrowed. He saw a withered tree that was as thick as a person on the bottom right side of the crack. The roots of this tree were spread out, and most of them were floating in the air while the rest were deeply buried in the crack.
The location where this tree grew was a bit clever. It was right above a crack, and the roots were like a curtain that covered the crack.
There was more than one ancient tree like this along the way, but there was only one tree that made Wang Lin feel a sense of danger.
There was a purple crystal flashing inside the crack. It looked like a treasure.
There was no need to use divine sense to check. Just by looking, one could see that the purple light was coming from a flying sword that was stabbed into the wall.
This flying sword was very simple and gave off a sharp aura. It was obvious that it wasn't something ordinary.
When Du Jian saw the purple light, his expression changed and his body immediately stopped. He carefully looked at the flying sword and cried out involuntarily, "The Heavenly Fate Sword!"
After he spoke, even Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei were startled. They followed Du Jian's gaze and looked at the crack.
Wang Lin coldly observed and immediately saw that the weak girl named Xu Fei wasn't looking at the crack but the unassuming ancient tree. There was an almost imperceptible flash of coldness in her eyes.
Du Jian took a deep breath as he looked at the flying sword inside the crack and said, "I know this sword. It is the sword of my teacher, Tian Yunzi. Teacher has a total of seven swords, and he gave them to the seven true disciples of the All-Seer Seven Divisions as treasures. However, in these countless years, three of the swords have gone missing."
After he spoke to this point, he looked at Wang Lin with a hesitant expression and said, "Junior Brother Wang, you should have heard of Sun Yun, right?"
Wang Lin's expression was neutral as he nodded.
Du Jian let out a sigh and said, "When Sun Yun was famous, I was only an ordinary disciple of the Heavenly Fate Sect and hadn't been accepted into the Red Division. However, I have a deep impression of this sword. This sword should be the purple sword that Teacher gifted to Sun Yun after he became a true disciple of the All-Seer Seven Division!"
Wang Lin looked at the flying sword inside the crack and didn't speak.
A flash of coldness appeared in Du Jian's eyes. He clasped his hands at Murong Zhuo, Zhao Fei, and Xu Fei and said, "Brother Murong, Junior Sister Zhao, Junior Sister Xu, this sword belongs to my Heavenly Fate Sect, and it is a purple sword. Today, I'm here to ask for some face from the three of you. How about this sword belongs to my junior brother Wang?
He is a disciple of my Heavenly Fate Sect's purple division, so obtaining this sword can be considered returning it to its rightful owner. Also, with this sword, his status in the purple division will be different. "Du Jian's voice was filled with sincerity and emotion.
Although Murong Zhuo's eyes were cold, there was a hint of strangeness in them. His words were brief as he said, "No problem!"
Zhao Yixuan and Xu Fei naturally didn't have any objections. Du Jian looked at Wang Lin with a calm gaze and said, "Junior Brother Wang, my cultivation level is lower than yours, but I entered the sect earlier than you, so please don't mind me calling you junior brother.
This sword belongs to your purple division, so I won't steal it, and I won't allow anyone to steal it. It is yours!
I only hope that this sword can shine as brightly as Sun Yun did when he was on you. "
Wang Lin calmly looked at Du Jian. There was nothing unusual about this person's expression and he had a gentle smile on his face.
"If that's the case, then many thanks."
Wang Lin let out a smile. He looked at Du Jian as if he was looking at a child playing with a cheap trick. Did this person really think he was a three year old?
When Du Jian saw Wang Lin's smile, he felt like something was wrong. He had indeed underestimated Wang Lin. In his mind, if this bumpkin who came to planet Tian Yun didn't have enviable luck, how could he have been accepted as a disciple by Tian Yunzi?
He had come here once before, but he didn't personally come down from the entrance. Instead, he controlled a puppet he had fused with his divine sense. The puppet was attacked by the ancient tree, and that scene scared him so much that he didn't dare to enter the Cloud Sea Mountain for a long time.
Later, he found Murong Zhuo and company, and only then did he come here again.
He was confident that Wang Lin wouldn't be able to see through his thoughts. After all, that ancient tree looked too ordinary. Also, along the way, there were other ancient trees that looked exactly the same, but none of them showed any signs of attacking.
Wang Lin slapped his bag of holding and the half-moon blade flew out. He threw it, and with a flash of black light, the half-moon blade flew into the crack. The half-moon blade was too fast, so it grabbed the flying sword and flew toward Wang Lin.
All of this happened extremely fast, so fast that the withered tree in the crack didn't even have time to react. The half-moon blade flew back and the flying sword landed in Wang Lin's hand.
Holding the flying sword, Wang Lin's expression became cold. He squeezed the sword and it shattered into pieces. Even the purple light disappeared in a flash.
How was this the Heavenly Fate Sword? It was clearly a piece of ordinary iron that someone had purposely made to look like a treasure and thrown into the crack to set up a trap.
Wang Lin looked at Du Jian, but his eyes were still calm.
Du Jian's expression was ugly. He took a few steps back and said apologetically, "Junior Brother Wang, I misjudged this sword …"
A flash of coldness appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. He rarely took the initiative to provoke others, but if someone provoked him, then he would show no mercy!
This was the cruel cultivation world. If one was too weak, the result would be death.
With one step forward, Wang Lin's right hand reached out and turned into a gust of wind that charged at Du Jian. Du Jian's expression changed greatly. He quickly retreated and shouted, "Wang Lin, what is the meaning of this!?"
However, with his cultivation level, it was very difficult for him to dodge in this narrow space. Even if he teleported, he wouldn't be able to dodge Wang Lin's spell. With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind appeared. Although it couldn't kill Du Jian, who had Tian Yunzi's life-saving treasure, it was enough to pull him toward the ancient tree.
At this instant, a piercing buzzing sound came from the ancient tree. The tree collapsed into countless finger-sized insects that rushed out like a thick cloud.
How was this an ancient god? It was clearly an illusion formed by a large amount of insects gathered together.
His monthly votes fell again … His chrysanthemum kept bursting!