Chapter 120 – The Return of Wang Lin
Xu Hao was a sixth-generation disciple of the Spirit Arts Sect in the third-ranked cultivation nation of Julu. He sat atop a giant boulder, sorting through the achievements he had obtained over the years when his transmission jade suddenly began to vibrate.
Xu Hao’s brows furrowed as he placed the jade stone on his forehead. A very hurried voice entered his mind.
“Quick, come to 48 degrees northwest. A piece of divine sense without an owner has appeared.”
The person who sent the message was a good friend he had met on the foreign battlefield named Ge Yang. They were both late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators. They often worked together to kill people for their treasures, so they had a very good relationship.
As soon as Xu Hao heard this, his expression immediately changed. He became extremely excited. Divine Sense was the most precious thing in the foreign battlefield, even more precious than magic treasures.
Only powerful cultivators whose Nascent Souls had left their bodies, but then died, had the slightest chance of leaving behind a trace of divine sense.
Xu Hao didn’t understand the specific uses of divine sense, but he knew that the moment he entered the foreign battlefield, the envoy would mention things that countries with high levels of cultivation wanted, and divine sense ranked in the top ten.
The items on the list had to be handed over once they were obtained, and they would receive a certain reward for doing so. Thinking about this, Xu Hao immediately flew northwest.
Upon arriving, he found a large crowd gathered there. In the distance, a large barrier surrounded a blue dot. This blue dot simply floated in the air, motionless.
Xu Hao’s eyes revealed greed as he slapped his storage bag, took out a black fork, and charged.
As for Wang Lin, he was silently waiting for the spatial rifts to appear. Suddenly, eight spatial rifts appeared in his divine sense.
The pieces of Wang Lin’s divine sense quickly entered the cracks and were severed. He had sent out eight pieces of his divine sense.
This process continued as Wang Lin’s divine sense grew smaller and smaller as he emitted countless portions of divine sense.
In these three years, the foreign battlefield had entered a state of madness. Ever since then, when Xu Hao and Ge Yang had taken that portion of divine sense, divine senses would appear every day, causing everyone in the foreign battlefield to go crazy.
It was unimaginable that so many divine senses would appear in a foreign battlefield. If the top cultivation nations were to learn of this strange event, it would immediately attract their attention. However, in these three years, they hadn’t sent anyone to inspect the foreign battlefield.
The battlefield overseas has entered a state of instability. For some reason, those inside can’t get out, and those outside can’t get in.
The cause of the problem is spatial cracks. Over the past decade, there have been too many spatial cracks. Some entrances are filled with countless spatial cracks.
Experts from the Tier 4 and Tier 5 cultivation nations concluded that the foreign battlefield was about to collapse. If even a Nascent Soul entered now, it could cause a collapse.
As for asking a Tier 6 cultivation nation to repair it, the price was simply too high. Even if they knew about the large number of divine senses appearing in the foreign battlefield, they still wouldn’t do it, especially considering the fact that the price would be shared among the Tier 5 cultivation nations.
And most importantly, there’s more than one foreign battlefield, so there’s no need to repair them. The general rule is that once a foreign battlefield becomes untenable, it’s simply abandoned.
But what puzzles all experts is that this alien battlefield should have survived for thousands of years before collapsing. What could have happened in the last decade to hasten its collapse?
They didn’t know that all of this was caused by Wang Lin. If it hadn’t been for him colliding with all the spatial rifts, none of this would have happened.
The flow of time in the void is different from the flow of time in the foreign battlefield. 100 years in the void is only one year in the foreign battlefield.
To be precise, the time Wang Lin spent hitting the spatial rift was 7 years outside, but 700 years inside the void.
Wang Lin’s continuous attacks over the past 700 years have caused the overseas battlefield to collapse even more rapidly. Currently, no cultivators from Tier 4 or Tier 5 cultivation nations dare to enter the overseas battlefield.
They could only send a message to the cultivators inside, telling them to cancel the cleansing, work together to gather all their divine senses, and leave through the transfer array.
Wang Lin had lost track of time as his soul shrank. At this moment, he no longer needed to suppress his divine sense. He was waiting for the great rift.
On this day, within Wang Lin’s divine consciousness, a spatial crack several times larger than normal appeared. Without hesitation, Wang Lin entered.
Mai Liang had set his sights on a magical treasure. This magical treasure was very similar to the black light he had seen before. Both could fly on their own. He had been chasing this treasure for three days and was completely exhausted.
He smiled wryly at the purple sword in front of him and secretly thought, if his shuttle hadn’t been stolen, he could have easily chased after it and wouldn’t be so tired now.
When he thought of the shuttle, he couldn’t help but think of that black light. Over the past 10+ years, he couldn’t help but fantasize about that treasure. Since it was being pursued by members of the Giant Demon Clan, it must be a heaven-defying treasure.
Every time he thought about it, he couldn’t help but sigh.
Mai Liang muttered to himself, “The transfer tunnel to leave this place won’t open any earlier or later, but exactly when my 50-year time limit is up. But no matter what, I can finally go home. In these past few years, this place has become too dangerous. It’s all because of the divine sense that has appeared. After I get that flying sword, I’ll return to the gathering point. Hehe, junior apprentice-sister, you have to wait for me. You can’t refuse senior apprentice-sister. I’m a rough person, and I’m the only one who truly loves you.”
“But 50 years have passed. What does junior apprentice sister look like now? Well… she cultivates the War God method and I heard that it has the ability to keep you looking young, so at most she’ll look like she’s 30. If she’s become an old woman, then I might as well give up. Hmph hmph, of the dozens of people from the War God Temple who came here, only about ten remain. Once I return, the elders will focus their resources on me to help me cultivate. And that bottle of pills I received earlier is extremely powerful. Just one pill will keep me young. After I leave, I’ll only look like a 20-year-old youth. Thanks to that, I can have any woman I want.” Mai Liang let out a mischievous smile as he suddenly gained some motivation.
Just as Mai Liang was feeling proud, two rays of light suddenly approached. In the blink of an eye, they arrived beside Mai Liang. One of the rays shot past him and landed on the purple sword, revealing a 30-year-old young man. His expression darkened as he caught the flying sword and threw it into his bag without a word. He then turned to stare coldly at Mai Liang.
Another ray of light revealed a middle-aged man dressed in black. He stood behind Mai Liang and smiled faintly at him.
Mai Liang’s expression changed as he said, “Xu Hao, Ge Yang!” He complained in his heart. He had seen these people from afar before. These two had a bad reputation because they liked to kill people to steal their treasures.
Mai Liang decisively tore open his storage bag and threw it to Xu Hao. “Fellow cultivators, this is everything I’ve found during my time here. You can have it all. I only want my life,” he pleaded.
Xu Hao was shocked. He took the storage bag and scanned it with his divine sense. He smiled and said, “You’re the most gutless person I’ve ever met, but also the most practical. Alright, I’ll let you go this time. Get lost!”
Mai Liang relaxed and was about to retreat when his expression suddenly changed. He coughed up a mouthful of blood as the flying sword pierced his chest. His body trembled as he felt his life drain away. He forced himself to turn around and stare at Ge Yang, saying, “You…”
Ge Yang waved his hand. As the flying sword flew back to him, he said, “I didn’t say I would let you go.” After that, he left without looking at Mai Liang.
Xu Hao let out a sound and shook his head. He knew that Ge Yang killed Mai Liang because he hated the fact that Mai Liang had given him the storage bag. He and Ge Yang had a deal: the storage bag belonged to whoever got it first, and they couldn’t fight over it anymore.
If Ma Liang gave the bag to Ge Yang, Xu Hao would do the same.
Mai Liang’s consciousness was already blurry when the image of his junior apprentice brother appeared before him. He slowly closed his eyes. Just then, a large spatial rift appeared beside Mai Liang, and a massive soul rushed out.
As the soul appeared, it stopped and quickly drilled into Mai Liang’s body. Mai Liang’s eyes suddenly opened. A golden beam of light shot out from his eyes.
The wound on his chest healed rapidly. Soon, he was fully recovered. A cold voice escaped his lips.
“Teng Huayuan, I, Wang Lin, am back! Divine Sense! Return!”
Suddenly, all of the divine senses in Wang Lin’s foreign battlefield, whether they were in someone’s storage bag, refined by someone, in someone’s body, or being fought over, all began to tremble.
Pieces of divine sense one after another gathered towards Wang Lin from the foreign battlefield.
Unprecedented panic arose in the hearts of every cultivator who possessed a sliver of divine sense.