Chapter 207: Killing people for their cores!

The white-haired old man’s misty eyes began to shine, and his slightly hunched back straightened. His entire body suddenly became more energetic.

All the cultivators in the city suddenly lost control of their spiritual powers, as if they were experiencing an out-of-body experience. This instilled fear in all of them.

This feeling came quickly and went just as quickly. The white-haired old man’s body suddenly moved and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, in the mist above the Sea of ​​Devils, a thunderous laughter could be heard as a thousand foot long stone creature emerged from the mist.

Its massive head created immense pressure. After looking down, it opened its mouth and sucked in most of the spiritual energy within a 100-kilometer radius. Afterward, it burped, sat down, and then left.

On his back stood a white-haired old man. He shouted, “Bastard! I only asked you to carry me once, and you’ve already consumed so much spiritual energy. Aren’t you afraid of being stuffed to death? If you die, he’ll let me see what your flesh tastes like.”

Meanwhile, Wang Lin was sitting cross-legged in his cave. Suddenly, he felt a sense of terror overwhelm him. The terror came from above the Sea of ​​Demons.

Wang Lin frowned. He moved his hand and was about to remove the prohibition flag, but found that the flag was surrounded by a mysterious force and could not be removed.

This strange scene caused Wang Lin’s expression to change. He stood up and performed numerous techniques on the flag, but when they hit the flag, they were all blocked by that mysterious force. Not a single one could penetrate it.

At that moment, the feeling of terror intensified. He opened his divine vision, and his expression changed drastically.

Through his divine eyes, he could clearly see a thin red line extending from the flag. The line completely ignored the cave ceiling and rose into the sky.

Wang Lin’s face darkened. He immediately opened the cave door and rushed out. As soon as he came out, he calmed down and looked at the sky.

He saw a red line soar into the sky and penetrate the mist above the Sea of ​​Demons. He pondered for a moment, then pointed at his brow and summoned a second demon.

After the demon appeared, at Wang Lin’s command, it turned invisible. With Wang Lin’s eyes, he could see its figure fly into the fog.

Wang Lin’s face was gloomy. He looked around and saw many people walking around Qilin City, but not a single one noticed the red line.

Wang Lin was extremely confused. The feeling of dread grew stronger and stronger. The only time Wang Lin had felt this feeling was when he saw Ancient God Tusi.

He pondered for a moment. He flipped through his inherited memories, trying to figure out what had happened and why this strange occurrence had occurred when the prohibition flag appeared.

The second demon flew rapidly through the mist. The demon was a flying beast before transforming into a demon, so after transforming into a demon, it became even faster. Even Wang Lin couldn’t outfly the second demon.

When Qisiping trapped him in the black mist six days ago, if he had just one chance, he would have disappeared without a trace using his speed.

The second demon moved like lightning as it broke through the mist above the Demon Sea.

At that moment, above the Devil’s Sea, the red mist, which was more than 10 kilometers wide, suddenly began to shrink. However, as it shrank, a lump appeared in the center.

The lump began to grow larger and larger, as if filled with water, and hung beneath the red mist.

Then, the bottom of the bulge opened. A thunderous roar boomed, and a pillar of red light that felt like it could destroy the entire Suzaku star fell from the sky.

As the red pillar of light fell, the red mist suddenly shrank from 10 kilometers wide to about 7 or 8 kilometers.

The dissipating red mist condensed into a pillar of light that fell from the sky.

The enormous red pillar fell at an unimaginable speed. In the blink of an eye, it fell from the sky and plunged into the mist above the Sea of ​​Devils. The pillar created a sonic boom as it fell and sent waves of pressure through the surroundings as it passed.

In addition to the pressure waves, numerous tiny cracks also appeared in space as it fell from the sky. There were so many cracks, the sky looked like a cracked mirror.

When the red pillar fell into the mist above the Devil’s Sea, the mist began to boil and caused all the animals in it to run away screaming.

Meanwhile, the mist above the Devil’s Sea evaporated into clouds and slowly drifted upwards. This did not slow the red pillar down at all.

As the red pillar sank further and further, all the fog above the Devil’s Sea, both the inner sea and the outer sea, began to concentrate around the red pillar.

When viewed from the sky, it can be seen that all the fog above the Devil’s Sea forms a vortex with a red pillar in the center.

The endless fog moved towards the center, and as a result, more and more black clouds floated out from the red pillar.

Finally, when the red pillar sank about 2/3 of the way into the fog above the Devil’s Sea, all the fog that had covered the outer sea had gathered there. For the first time in countless years, the fog that had covered the sky of the outer sea had cleared.

Without the fog formed by the water that was previously in the sea, sunlight shone for the first time on the outer sea.

It illuminated the dark land, the ominous city, and the farmers, whose faces were filled with panic.

Some farmers who had never experienced such strong sunshine in their lives were excited.

If the Devil’s Sea were like a circle, then all the fog at the edges of the circle would have disappeared. It would have gathered in the center or transformed into black clouds near the red pillar.

At that point, where the red pillar had stopped in the mist, the mist had shrunk several times in size. Then, the mist formed a giant black pillar and slammed into the red pillar.

Suddenly, as the two pillars collided, a shockwave shot out, turning all living creatures within the mist affected by the shockwave to dust.

At the same time, the red pillar finally disappeared.

However, it wasn’t over yet. The 7 or 8 kilometer-wide red mist suddenly shifted again, forming another red pillar that fell from the sky.

This time, all the red mist fell with the pillar. There was no more red mist left in the sky; it all fell with the red pillar.

As ⅔ of the mist had cleared, in an instant, a new red pillar landed where the previous pillar had disappeared.

There was a rumbling sound that could be heard by every cultivator in the Demon Sea, and at the same time, a large amount of black mist turned into black clouds and condensed in the sky.

The red pillar continued to fall after shrinking to less than half its original size.

The second demon had already retreated once he realized something was wrong. Wang Lin saw this shocking scene through the second demon.

At that moment, almost all the cultivators in the Sea of ​​Demons came out of their homes. Even those who were practicing behind closed doors stopped and went outside to look up at the sky.

When Wang Lin saw the red pillar through the second demon, a sentence suddenly appeared in his head from the memories he inherited.

“Divine Retribution…”

Wang Lin muttered to himself as he searched through his inherited memories to find out anything about divine retribution. In the life of Ancient God Tusi, he had experienced many divine retributions.

Tusi was initially only concerned about divine retribution. After his body was reconstructed four times, divine retribution no longer posed a threat to him and became a very useful supplement.

In addition, every time an ancient god was about to become stronger, he would receive divine punishment, and sometimes, they even used the power of divine punishment when creating magical treasures, to determine their quality.

The stronger the divine punishment, the stronger the treasure, and if the divine punishment is too weak, it means the treasure is not strong enough.

Of course, this is only a rough estimate and is often wrong. For example, the prohibition flag that Wang Lin created. Its power cannot even compare to divine punishment at all.

The true cause of the divine punishment stemmed from the inkstone. The inkstone had been inside the ancient god’s body for too long and had accumulated some of his spiritual energy within it. This was the reason why the divine punishment, which had long been absent in the cultivation world, had reappeared.

Likewise, divine retribution had not occurred for countless years, so even if it was only triggered by the creation of a magical treasure, it contained unimaginable power.

All this information flashed through Wang Lin’s mind. He realized that the prohibition flag was what had caused the divine retribution.

Without a word, he charged back into the cave. The flag fluttered in the room. He began performing various techniques on it, trying to get rid of it.

Based on the information Wang Lin obtained from inherited memories, if this flag was subjected to divine punishment, it would turn to dust.

Wang Lin would not allow the treasure he had spent so much time creating to be destroyed by divine punishment. He used many techniques to try and save the flag.

Slowly, the mysterious force holding the flag began to loosen, but it still wouldn’t let go. At the same time, a thunderous roar rang out from the sky. For the first time in the Sea of ​​Devils, there was no water in the sea or fog obscuring the sky, revealing a giant basin.

With nothing to block its path, the red pillar fell towards Qilin City at an unimaginable speed.

All the farmers in the city panicked and used all their strength to scatter.

The red pillar collapsed.

As it hit Qilin City, the giant creature’s head exploded and all the scales on its body were blown away by the destructive power of the red pillar.

Wang Lin was in the cave when he felt a terrible force from all sides that caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood. He sighed and was about to give up.

However, at that moment, the mysterious power surrounding the flag suddenly disappeared. Wang Lin’s eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he grabbed the flag with his right hand.

At the same time, he moved his body and rushed out of the scales just as the Qilin city collapsed, but just as he charged out, a red cloud formed a thin line and shot out of the collapsed Qilin city toward the prohibition flag in Wang Lin’s hand.

The thread was too fast. Even if Wang Lin put the flag into his storage bag, the result would only be the storage bag being destroyed. At that moment, Wang Lin clenched his teeth and moved his right hand. Suddenly, the flag was in his left hand, and an instrument that was not under his control appeared in his right hand.

All of this happened just before the thread landed. As the thread landed on the instrument, it broke the instrument and sent Wang Lin flying.

However, after the device broke, a small amount of red thread shot out from it. This time, before he could react, the red thread landed in Wang Lin’s right hand.

Wang Lin’s body trembled and he vomited several mouthfuls of blood. Even his core had shrunk significantly. Only with all his might did he manage to withstand the explosive force of the red thread.

Wang Lin’s face was pale. All the spiritual energy in his body was in complete disarray, and he was relying solely on his core to resist the destructive power of the red thread. However, he knew that time was limited. If he couldn’t quickly remove the red thread, all his spiritual energy would be consumed by his core, and his core would collapse. His body would follow suit. Even his soul would be unable to escape the power of divine retribution.

At this time, many cultivators were fleeing Qilin City, so no one noticed Wang Lin’s strange situation. They all scattered in all directions.

The entire Qilin city was destroyed.

At that moment, black rain began to fall from the sky. All the mist that had evaporated into clouds began to condense after the divine punishment had passed.

Although the rain was black, this was the first time it had rained in the Devil’s Sea since the water turned to mist.

This time, divine retribution brought about major changes to the Sea of ​​Devils. While divine retribution killed some of the creatures living in the mist, many of them escaped.

Even some powerful and majestic beasts that live within the mist have appeared in the Devil’s Sea. The Devil’s Sea should now be more accurately named the Basin of Devils.

The emergence of numerous unusual beasts sparked a series of battles. Some beasts killed cultivators, while cultivators killed beasts. All cultivators knew that these beasts possessed cores that could be used to refine pills or consumed directly to increase their cultivation.

Moreover, since all the fog had cleared, the entire Demon Sea lost its natural barrier, so all the cultivation nations around the Demon Sea turned their attention there.

Fortunately, several large sects that had existed for tens of thousands of years emerged and managed to stabilize the situation.

However, secretly, many cultivators took advantage of this time to kill and steal treasures, causing the already confusing situation in the Sea of ​​Demons to become even more confusing.

However, none of this had anything to do with Wang Lin. Right now, he could clearly feel his core continuously shrinking. Within that core was a red thread, rapidly absorbing all of his energy. If the core cracked and shattered, the only path that awaited Wang Lin would be death.

His current cultivation had dropped from the late Core Formation stage to the middle Core Formation stage. According to his calculations, he would drop from the middle to the early Core Formation stage in three hours, and then, half an hour later, his core would shatter.

Wang Lin didn’t care about his encounter with Qiu Siping on the 7th day. His priority was finding a way to remove the red thread.

Wang Lin’s expression was grim. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with killing intent. In order to survive, he would have to go on a killing spree. Unfortunately, he had used up all his spirit water in the land of the ancient gods. Although he had accumulated more in Qilin City, if he had enough, he could have lasted for a long time with just that.

At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in black appeared in front of Wang Lin. He moved towards Wang Lin and said, “Mid-stage Core Formation… it must be you!”

As soon as the words reached him, a red flash flashed across Wang Lin’s eyes. Even though the man was in the late Core Formation stage, Wang Lin charged at him instead of retreating.

The man in black smiled mockingly. Just as he was about to move, his body suddenly trembled, and his eyes immediately went dull. Wang Lin instantly appeared before the man, took out the essence from the man in black’s body, and threw it into his mouth.

He didn’t even have time to grab the man’s bag of belongings. He simply left. He spread his wits like a starving wolf, hunting for his next target.

Sun Fan was currently running away from two late-stage Core Formation beasts. If he slowed down even a little, he would be devoured by them.

With his meager Foundation Building cultivation, he had no strength to resist.

The two beasts were getting closer. He could hear the growl right behind him. He smiled bitterly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to escape this.

However, a sudden gust of wind sent him spinning in place. After he managed to stabilize himself, he heard the heart-rending screams of the two beasts chasing him.

He turned his head and was stunned at that moment.

Sun Fan saw a white-haired young man, who looked like a demon, reach out to the beast and take out its core, then immediately eat it. The other beast was already dead beside him.

The white-haired youth stared at Sun Fan coldly, then without a word, he charged into the distance.

Even though Wang Lin had already left, Sun Fan didn’t dare move at all. The white-haired youth’s gaze was filled with killing intent. After a long moment, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and immediately left.

The demonic gaze of the white-haired youth would haunt him for the rest of his life. Even after 700 years, after he finally achieved his dream of reaching the Nascent Soul stage, he still feared the thought of the white-haired youth and even woke up in the middle of the night because of him.

In a region to the north, two small schools are fighting over the core of a beast killed by divine punishment. Swords and flying techniques fill the sky as they attack each other.

As the cultivators on both sides were in the heat of battle, a white-haired young man appeared. Without a word, and with his eyes glowing red like a demon, red lightning shot out and shot at the cultivators on both sides.

Meanwhile, the white-haired young man moved swiftly past the cultivators. He reached into the stomachs of each Core Formation cultivator, took out their cores, and devoured them.

In just about 10 breaths, all the cultivators in the battle were killed, and the beast core that had caused the entire fight was also consumed by this white-haired young man. His body blurred as he shot off into the distance.

No matter whether they were beasts or cultivators, male or female, as long as they were not at the Nascent Soul stage, they would be killed by Wang Lin.

As he swallowed more cores, his own cultivation gradually stopped declining, until finally his core stabilized. However, the problem wasn’t completely resolved. This stable state would only last a few hours. His core would soon begin to shrink rapidly again, eventually collapsing.

The only way to solve this problem is to keep killing people to harvest their body essences until enough spiritual energy accumulates to force the red thread out of their bodies.

Therefore, he had to kill many people. Wang Lin’s eyes had never been filled with killing intent like they were now. He knew that his current killing speed was too slow for what he had to do.

Wang Lin’s gaze turned cold. He sent out his divine sense and charged towards several ferocious beasts from the fog about 100 kilometers away. He slammed his storage bag shut, and his black, poisonous sword appeared.

As he killed the beasts and took their cores, he didn’t pause and continued rushing out. At the same time, his divine sense spread out, searching for locations with many cultivators or beasts.

While flying, Wang Lin suddenly stopped. His divine senses found a large herd of wild beasts about 1000 kilometers to the east. He immediately turned around and charged eastward.

He quickly crossed a distance of 1,000 kilometers. There were many wild beasts in the herd. When he arrived, he pointed his brow, and a second demon emerged. It charged into the herd of wild beasts.

Not long after, the poisonous black sword also moved. Even Wang Lin’s Realm Ji also came out. All these attacks attacked the group of beasts.

However, a roar was heard from within the herd of beasts. A giant octopus slowly rose from the ground. Its black eyes turned cold as it stared at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin glanced at it and discovered that these beasts had the strength of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, so he turned around and left. He had encountered them many times. With a herd of beasts like this, there were bound to be several Nascent Soul stage beasts within.

Wang Lin’s body flashed and quickly disappeared into the distance. The octopus roared and quickly chased after him.

Wang Lin didn’t turn around, he simply ran away quickly. After the octopus had chased him for a certain distance, it hesitated for a moment, then stopped chasing. It returned to its group and ate a few beasts before returning to the ground.

Shortly after, Wang Lin discovered a group of seven cultivators about 2,000 kilometers away. Three of them were at the Core Formation stage.

The seven people had surrounded a wild beast and were now attacking it.

However, their smiles immediately froze as a black light struck, killing all seven. The three Core Formation cultivators had bloody holes in their abdomens. There was also a hole in the beast’s head.

But at that moment, a low hum was heard from a distance.

“The Poison King’s Magic Palace has issued a decree to stop all killing in the area. Do not move!”

Wang Lin didn’t hesitate. As soon as he said those words, he began to retreat.

The voice grinned. The owner of the voice moved his body and suddenly appeared in front of Wang Lin. At the same time, he waved his right hand, and a powerful force pulled Wang Lin away.

Wang Lin’s body suddenly flew backward. His eyes flashed as he stared at the middle-aged man in the purple robe with an indifferent expression. After a few seconds, they returned to the bodies of the seven cultivators.

The person lowered his head and frowned. He stared coldly at Wang Lin and said, “What barbaric behavior! Everyone else kills for treasures, while you kill for essences!”

Wang Lin’s eyes lit up. This person was at the Nascent Soul stage based on the power he released and his use of instant teleportation. Wang Lin speculated that this person couldn’t possibly be at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. He was probably at the early stage.

This person didn’t come with friendly intentions. A cold light flashed across Wang Lin’s eyes, and he slammed his storage bag shut. His black, poisonous sword came out and hovered above his head, releasing a cold light.

The middle-aged man revealed a mocking look in his eyes. He moved his right hand and produced a black claw, which he swung at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin waved the prohibition flag with his right hand. The flag fluttered and instantly expanded, covering a 100-kilometer area. The restrictions on it disappeared one by one. Dozens of restrictions quickly covered the black claw, and with a few hissing sounds, the black claw shattered.

The middle-aged man stared at the prohibition flag and sneered. He swung his right hand toward the sky, and a purple flying sword shot out from his sleeve. The sword shot at supersonic speed toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin didn’t move. His arms were crossed and he shouted, “Break!”

The ban flag immediately moved and the bans flew out one by one, forming a black shield in front of Wang Lin. When the flying sword hit the shield, the bans moved onto the sword and the entire flying sword was quickly covered by the bans.

The middle-aged man frowned. He hadn’t expected a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator to possess such a strange magical treasure. His right hand slammed his storage bag. A bronze tiger seal appeared in his hand. He held the seal in his hand and chanted a few incantations. The seal suddenly let out a roar and grew to seven or eight feet tall. The bronze seal split in half, and a black tiger leaped out.

After the tiger appeared, it pounced on Wang Lin. Wang Lin took a few steps back, formed a seal with both hands, and shouted, “Trap!”

As he said those words, the prohibition flags moved and the prohibitions came one by one, forming a chain. They came from all directions and formed a barrier in front of Wang Lin. When the tiger pounced on the chain, it rose back up.

Meanwhile, another chain wall formed behind the black tiger. The two walls moved closer together and connected to form a sphere, trapping the black tiger within.

All of this happened in an instant. As the black tiger pounced toward Wang Lin, it was trapped in chains made of barriers.

The tiger continued to roar in the cage, but it seemed to have no effect.

The middle-aged man’s face changed for the first time. He became serious and asked, “Whose disciple are you?”

In his opinion, someone who possessed such a treasure must have a profound background. Otherwise, it would be impossible for an ordinary Core Formation cultivator to possess such a powerful treasure.

A hint of greed unknowingly entered his heart.

Wang Lin’s eyes lit up. It seemed the power of this flag was comparable to divine punishment. This flag wasn’t even a single-route flag. If it were, its power would definitely be even greater.

He stared coldly at the middle-aged man. The current situation wasn’t good. While he was fighting the middle-aged man, his spiritual energy had become unstable, and his core was shrinking slightly. If this continued, his core would soon collapse.

Wang Lin said in a dark tone, “My teacher is Gulan.”

The middle-aged man was stunned. He stared intently at Wang Lin and sneered. He didn’t believe Wang Lin was the Ancient Emperor’s disciple, because the Ancient Emperor had disappeared into the shattered and chaotic stars 200 years ago.

He was about to speak when his eyes suddenly widened as he stared at Wang Lin. In Wang Lin’s hand appeared a storage bag, and on it was embroidered the word “Lan” in blue.

Wang Lin waved his right hand and put the bag away. From the middle-aged man’s expression, Wang Lin concluded that he should know about this bag, or at least have heard of it.

Wang Lin retreated. His hands formed a seal behind his back and the ban flag retreated with him. After retreating 100 feet, he moved his hands again and the tiger trapped in the ban was released.

At that moment, Wang Lin’s speed increased and he disappeared without a trace.

The middle-aged man stared gloomily in the direction Wang Lin disappeared. He had wanted to chase after Wang Lin several times, but he had given up. Even ignoring the bag, the flag alone terrified him. Furthermore, he knew that Wang Lin wouldn’t even use it to its full potential. Although he was confident that he could kill a Core Formation cultivator, the treasure Wang Lin possessed was simply too strange.

This only made his desire to pursue it grow stronger. There was also a bag with the word “Lan” embroidered in blue. He knew that the label meant it belonged to the Ancient Emperor.

Most people wouldn’t know about this. He only saw it himself by accident, when the Ancient Emperor once visited the Poison King’s magical place.

As a result, even though the Ancient Emperor had disappeared 200 years ago, his reputation still remained, as did the sect he belonged to, so he completely forgot about his desire to pursue Wang Lin.

After Wang Lin had flown a great distance, he immediately put away the restriction flag. Just that short battle had consumed a great deal of spiritual power, and his core had shrunk again. Based on his calculations, he had to absorb more spiritual power, or the only path left for him would be death.

Wang Lin took out all the spiritual liquid he had saved up during his time in Qilin City. There were only about 100 drops left. After consuming 10 drops, he successfully stopped the shrinking of his core. After pondering for a moment, he sighed softly. He was almost out of solutions to his problem. There was only one method left.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth. He activated his soul-devouring soul core and focused his entire soul on it.

Wang Lin had only used this technique once, in a foreign battlefield, to leave the decaying world. He had spent countless years dividing his soul into tiny fragments so they could slip through the cracks in space to leave the decaying world.

Back then, he was unable to recover that portion of his soul, and even now, the whereabouts of that portion of his soul remained unknown. Furthermore, Wang Lin knew that after splitting his soul, his strength would be greatly weakened, and he might never be able to form a complete soul again.

But now, if he still used the normal way of killing people for their cores, it wasn’t fast enough, so he had to risk splitting his soul again.

But this time, fortunately, he had his soul core. The danger to his soul after splitting it was much less. Previously, when he split his soul, the soul fragment had no attack power and was in a state of chaos.

But at this point, because of his soul-devouring core, to some degree, the fragments of his soul were wandering souls of the decaying world.

There are only slight differences in form and behavior.

His soul, which was as large as the souls of dozens of Core Formation cultivators combined, gathered in the soul core and divided from one into ten, ten into a hundred, and a hundred into a thousand.

The soul fragments emerged from Wang Lin’s body one by one. Each soul fragment resembled a bolt of red lightning. This was related to Wang Lin’s Ji Realm. In fact, each soul fragment was a soul fragment of the Ji Realm.

A thousand Ji Realm soul fragments came out of Wang Lin’s body and disappeared and scattered in all directions.

As for Wang Lin’s root soul fragment, it remained within his body. Wang Lin’s soul was extremely weak. He slammed his storage bag shut, and a black, poisonous sword flew out, carving a hole in the ground. He sat cross-legged inside the hole, then took out the restriction flag, took a deep breath, and raised it.

The ban flag fluttered without wind. Suddenly it grew and covered everything within a radius of 100 kilometers.

Meanwhile, the prohibitions emerged one by one and landed in the surrounding area. Then, nine giant prohibition symbols floated out of the flag and hovered motionless in the surrounding area.

After spreading the boundary, Wang Lin let out a breath and began to digest the core he had consumed earlier.

As for the soul fragments, when they encounter a cultivator, as long as they are below the Nascent Soul stage, the soul fragments will kill the cultivator and steal their core.

Time passed slowly. Each time a soul fragment managed to obtain a core, it would return, leave it, and then leave again.

As a result, the already chaotic Sea of ​​Devils, where killings frequently occurred, became even more chaotic. Even some medium-sized sects began to mobilize.

Two days later, Wang Lin sat cross-legged within the area covered by the prohibition flag. His face was pale, and his core had shrunk to the size of a thumbnail. His cultivation had dropped to the early stage of Core Formation.

All the energy from the core brought back by his soul fragment had been stored elsewhere. He prepared for the critical moment, the moment to deliver the killing blow to the red thread.

Wang Lin formed a seal with his hands and shouted, “Soul fragments, return!” in a hoarse voice.

Suddenly, all the soul fragments, wherever they were, stopped and began to return. In the Sea of ​​Devils, one could see streaks of red lightning flashing across the sky, all heading in the same direction.

As each piece of red lightning passed through the boundary flag and returned to Wang Lin’s body, his soul became stronger. Once all the pieces of soul returned to his body, a cold glint flashed across Wang Lin’s eyes as he controlled the spiritual power within his body and attacked the red threads.

Three days later, in the area covered by Wang Lin’s prohibition flag, the flag suddenly shrank, returning to its normal size and landing in the hands of a white-haired youth.

Wang Lin waved his right hand and returned the prohibition flag to his storage bag.

Her face was no longer pale. In these three days, she hadn’t managed to completely remove the red thread, but she had managed to surround it with spiritual power, thus resolving the crisis of her shattered core.

Meanwhile, using all the spiritual power he had accumulated, his core grew again. Not only did his cultivation not decline, but it actually rose to the absolute peak of the late Core Formation stage.

Wang Lin was certain that the only way to remove these red threads was to reach the Nascent Soul stage through his cultivation. Therefore, he would be able to use Hunchback Meng’s technique called Poison Transference to transfer the red threads to another person, which would solve his problem.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment. His eyes revealed a bold expression. He closed his eyes and tried to sense where the demon Xu Liguo was, but, due to the distance between them, he could only get a general sense of direction. He immediately moved toward Xu Liguo’s location.

This time, Wang Lin used the ground escape technique to move faster. With the ground escape technique, Wang Lin’s speed increased greatly. The only drawback of this technique was that it consumed a lot of spiritual power, which was why Wang Lin did not use it before solving the red thread problem.

He moved quickly while using his divine senses to check Xu Liguo’s location. After 7 days, he finally arrived at the place they agreed to meet, 3,000 kilometers away from Qilin city.

He could feel that the demon Xu Liguo was nearby.

That’s what happened. As Wang Lin charged toward the top of the mountain, Xu Liguo came out of the pavilion and entered Wang Lin’s forehead again.

Meanwhile, Qiu Siping’s shadow appeared inside the pavilion. He currently looked extremely battered and his breathing was erratic.

Wang Lin moved into the pavilion and sat on a stone chair, observing Qiu Siping.

Qiu Siping smiled wryly and said, “Fellow cultivator, I’ve been waiting for you here for over half a month. If I didn’t trust you to be a man of your word, I would have left already.”

Wang Lin showed an apologetic expression and said, “There have been great changes in the Sea of ​​Devils, causing people to kill each other, and sects to spring up to try to gain more power, which has delayed my journey here. I’ve made you wait a long time.”

Qiu Siping sighed and smiled wryly. He said, “It’s fine. I’ve killed a few greedy cultivators and also gained some benefits. Fellow cultivators, how do you feel about us going there now?”

Wang Lin stood up and nodded his head. He said, “Alright. Fellow cultivators, please lead the way.”

Qiu Siping’s eyes lit up and he smiled. “Fellow cultivator, you and I are now considered allies. May I ask what your name is?”

Wang Lin looked at Qiu Siping and said, “Wang Lin!”

Qiu Siping clasped his hands and said, “Brother Wang, it’s quite a distance to that place. If you don’t mind, we can take my cloud boat.” As he finished speaking, he slammed his bag shut and a cloud boat appeared.

This cloud boat is about 10 feet long and is covered in patterns of spirit animals. The boat’s head features a lifelike carving of a bird.

Qiu Siping’s body moved and slowly landed inside it. He turned to look at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin scanned the clouds with his divine sense. After finding nothing unusual about the boat, he stepped onto it and landed on it. Qiu Siping formed a seal with both hands and sent a technique into the bird carving, causing the boat to begin moving.

Riding the cloud boat was indeed a little slower than flying, but since it didn’t require spiritual energy, it was much easier. Wang Lin stood on the boat, staring at the barrier of light surrounding him. The barrier blocked all the black rain that had fallen for more than half a month.

Countless rumblings of thunder can be heard amidst the rain, creating the feel of “thunder falling in the night”.

Qiu Siping stood up in his chair and asked, “Brother Wang, what do you think of that boat?”

Wang Lin nodded his head and praised, “Very good!”

Qiu Siping laughed and said, “This is my creation. Brother Wang, besides studying boundaries, I also enjoy making these things. It took me years of hard work to obtain the materials to make it.”

At the same time, a sudden bolt of lightning struck the sky. Although the thunder was far away from the Sea of ​​Devils, people could still feel its power.

This lightning was many times more powerful than the lightning generated by a technique. It was on a completely different level.

Qiu Siping looked up at the sky and muttered, “I was born in the Devil Sea and have lived here for over 200 years. In the past half month, this is the first time I’ve seen the sky.”

Wang Lin was about to speak when his eyes suddenly fell on something in the distance. After several rumbling sounds, a giant turtle appeared on the horizon.

On top of the turtle stood an old man. He pointed to the sky and kept cursing. Even though he was far away, his voice could still be heard by them.

“This old man isn’t done with you yet, thief of divine retribution. Let’s continue with your 3,783rd crime…”