It was pitch-black outside the fissure. Only the howling of the wind could be heard, as if the fissure was isolated from the world and existed alone.
The howling of the wind was the only thing that could be heard in this place.
An endless suction force came from the deep pit as if it wanted to devour everything.
Wang Lin sat cross-legged inside the fissure, looking at the darkness outside. His entire person seemed to have fused with the darkness around him. Only the lightning that flashed in his eyes was like Thunder, illuminating the fissure.
A loneliness that came from the bottom of his heart gradually rose in his heart. It was like he was isolated from the rest of the world, forgotten by everyone … The only thing that accompanied him were the memories of his eight hundred years of cultivation.
A lonely person would always remember everyone that appeared in his life. Wang Lin's loneliness gradually grew stronger in his memories.
It was like he was hiding at a certain time, thinking about the palm prints of a certain period of time, or hiding at a certain place, thinking about someone he cared about.
"I wonder if anyone has visited my parents' graves …" Wang Lin murmured in the darkness.
A small ball that emitted a faint white light floated beside Wang Lin. Its light was very weak, so weak that it did not serve as a light source in this darkness.
However, there was a warmth on it that flowed from Wang Lin's gaze into his heart. It was like a soft murmur in his ear, softly filling up Wang Lin's loneliness.
There was always a blurry figure inside the small ball that silently accompanied Wang Lin, enduring the surrounding darkness and the howling of the wind outside the fissure.
Even if the sky fell and the earth cracked, even if the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, that figure would still exist. She would walk through the heavens with Wang Lin. Even if it was reincarnation, she would accompany him … The fissure was always cold, as if all the warmth had been sucked away by the deep pit. However, the existence of the small ball made the warmth in Wang Lin's heart linger, as if it would last for eternity.
Wang Lin, who had fused with the darkness, gently raised his hand and the small ball slowly landed in his palm. As the soft light flickered, Wang Lin felt a sense of happiness that he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Everyone's happiness is different … My happiness is to be with my parents, to be with Wan Er …" Wang Lin's eyes were filled with bitterness. This happiness was so extravagant, so difficult.
No one knew that in the Demon Spirit Land, in the crack at the bottom of the pit, there was a person struggling with fate, feeling the decline in his heart.
Wang Lin had been sitting in the rift for three years.
It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but the suction force outside the rift had reached an unimaginable level in the past three years.
More than two years ago, when Wang Lin touched Wealth, the suction force inside the pit spread like a storm. This caused half of the rift to be affected by the suction force.
The celestial guard's spell originally gave him a 60% chance of leaving, but the sudden increase in the suction force caused this 60% chance to shrink to 20% … Wang Lin wasn't disappointed; he calmly spent the remaining two years.
After his cultivation reached the Ascendant stage, it gradually slowed down. After all, the Ascendant stage was the peak of the first step. Although the stars were large, how many people could reach the peak of the first step? Aside from a few geniuses, which person could reach the peak without years of training? Wang Lin's talent was very ordinary. If it wasn't for his stubborn dao heart and special experiences, it would have been very difficult for him to reach this step.
The middle stage of Ascendant, late stage, and peak stage had blocked countless cultivators and exhausted countless people's lifespans. They were like three insurmountable mountains that blocked Wang Lin's path.
During these two years, Wang Lin used a calm heart to silently feel the will inside Wealth. There was a sword art inside Wealth, and there was only one sword art!
Heavenly Chop!
On a certain day during these two years, when Wang Lin's mind withdrew from Wealth, Wealth completely disappeared. It was as if it had completed its life of inheritance and returned to Wang Lin.
The only thing that remained in Wang Lin's heart was the heaven-shaking sword art that he had comprehended for two years!
After that, what awaited Wang Lin was endless loneliness and silence.
Every day, he would sit cross-legged like this and quietly look outside the rift. He would listen to the howling of the wind and stare into the darkness, motionless.
A sigh came from Wang Lin's bag of holding. His bag of holding opened by itself and a scroll flew out.
The scroll unfurled in the air, and the figure of a woman gradually appeared.
Wang Lin didn't look at the scroll, and there wasn't even a hint of shock on his face. There was only endless calmness. The moment the scroll appeared, he clenched his hand and the small ball that gave off a gentle light entered his body.
"Go down …" That lady's figure could not be seen, but her voice slowly resounded. Her voice was faintly discernible as it resounded within the crack.
Wang Lin didn't speak, but two of his fingers formed a sword and slashed down. This action was very simple and didn't have any fancy moves. However, Wang Lin's body contained a mysterious state of mind. This simple slash caused the scroll to close and no more sound came out.
Wang Lin withdrew his finger and looked at the scroll. His right hand grabbed the scroll and threw it into his bag of holding.
During these three years, the woman in the scroll had appeared four times, and every time she appeared, she would let out an ethereal call.
Wang Lin wasn't curious about what was at the bottom of the pit. His calmness hadn't dissipated, and Wang Lin didn't even look at the mysterious transfer array on the boulder that extended out from the rift a second time.
Before one had enough strength, curiosity was the sharpest killer move; it could wipe out all existences.
Wang Lin was waiting, waiting for the day the suction force outside the rift would weaken.
There was no rule to the suction force inside the rift. If it could suddenly erupt two years ago, it could also suddenly weaken a few years later.
All he needed to do was wait!
In the darkness, a few croaks came from beside Wang Lin. As he lowered his head, lightning flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, illuminating the palm-sized green frog beside him.
This was the Thunder Frog!
One year ago, the Thunder Frog woke up. After waking up, it was the same size as it was now. The frog felt the might of thunder from Wang Lin's origin soul the most. The moment it woke up, it refused to go back into the bag of holding and continued to lie beside Wang Lin.
Wang Lin rubbed his right hand and a bolt of lightning shot out toward the Thunder Frog. The Thunder Frog opened its eyes and suddenly stuck out its tongue, pulling the lightning back into its mouth. Rumbling sounds came from its stomach and it revealed a comfortable expression.
Wang Lin closed his eyes and his mind was immersed in his dao.
His dao had two styles. The first was the Yellow Springs and the second was the Soul of the Spring.
However, the second style, the so-called Soul of the Spring, was only condensed from the 100 million souls inside the one-billion-soul soul flag. It was still missing an evil spirit.
Although the heavenly ghost had a fierce aura, it was not enough to become Wang Lin's Soul of the Spring. This was because it only had a fierce aura, not an evil spirit!
"A true Soul of the Spring is not a powerful soul. Often, the simpler and weaker the soul, the more evil spirit it contains!" Wang Lin pondered.
"If I can leave this place, I need to go to the mortal world and extract the evil spirit from the souls of mortals to form my own Soul of the Yellow Springs!"
Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked outside the crack. He slowly stretched out his right hand and his fingertip reached into the boundary of the crack.
Although the boundary was still inside the crack, the suction force was already there.
The moment his fingertip passed through the dividing line, he immediately felt the pain of his flesh being sucked away.
The skin on his fingers undulated like ripples. Even his fingernails felt as if they were being pulled forcefully.
"I, Wang Lin, have been trapped here, but this has given me a chance. A chance to feel the power of heaven and earth and form the third style of the Dao!" Wang Lin's eyes were calm, but there was a hint of coldness in them.
"But before that, I have to completely get rid of the trouble in my body!" Wang Lin withdrew his fingertip. It was numb and had lost all feeling.
He had stored the Celestial Slaughter Art in the puppet just in case.
After Wang Lin comprehended the Celestial Slaughter Art, it had become a very important spell for him. Wang Lin had made up his mind to not leave a single bit of it in his body, and Wang Lin had struggled to do so.
Previously, as he cultivated the Celestial Slaughter Art, Wang Lin's body had gained the Heart of Slaughter. At first, the Heart of Slaughter hadn't changed. Even after Wang Lin had given all the Heart of Slaughter to the puppet, it hadn't changed. However, three years later, which was a few months ago, Wang Lin clearly felt that the Heart of Slaughter had changed.
This kind of change made Wang Lin feel like he had gone crazy when he consumed the Celestial Ascension Fruit. It even made him want to immediately withdraw the slaughter energy.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and revealed a hint of decisiveness. He stood up and took a step forward. With this step, he directly crossed the boundary.
A powerful suction force suddenly tore at Wang Lin's body, trying to drag him out of the crack.
Wang Lin circulated the celestial spiritual energy in his body and slowly sat down in a lotus position. While resisting the suction force, he also silently felt the change in the suction force.
This suction force contained a hint of coldness that entered his body and moved through his meridians. However, the coldness wasn't strong and could be dissipated by circulating his celestial spiritual energy.
He sat there for several days, feeling the change in the suction force. On this day, Wang Lin took another step.
This time, the suction force was even stronger. The blood flow in his body seemed to slow down as if it was about to leave his body.
"Still not enough!" Wang Lin's eyes lit up.
The Tidal Corridor was filled with ferocious mosquito beasts. They didn't dare to get too close because the suction force was too strong. If they got too close, their bodies would be sucked into the pit.
Among this group of mosquito beasts, there was a mosquito that emitted a purple light. Everywhere it flew, the other mosquito beasts moved out of its way. Its roar caused the other mosquito beasts to tremble.
However, this purple mosquito beast's eyes were filled with anxiety as it paced back and forth outside the pit. Nearly three years!
It even wanted to rush into the pit several times, but after looking at its companions, it stopped.
Bursts of roars came from its mouth and echoed in the surroundings … It was like a child that had been separated from its family and was calling out the name of its family …