Chapter 550: Fated With The Buddhist Path (II)
Lin Zheyu stood quietly where he was, looking up at the massive phantom clad in the savage armor of the Demon-Suppressing Army, holding a demon-slaying blade like a war god. It was a dharma form condensed from a formation. The immense figure enveloped the space-time rift, suppressing the node and preventing it from expanding further.
This time, there were no unexpected complications, and things proceeded smoothly. It was common for powerful cultivators like Lin Zheyu to enter the other side of a space-time node to hunt yaos and seek resources. He did not have to wait long before permission was granted.
The soldier returned the token and gestured respectfully. "Sir, this way please."
Following the soldier, Lin Zheyu passed through the formation and stood beneath the massive armored phantom, where he felt a terrifying aura. More than a thousand soldiers were stationed here, all elites with at least Organ Forging realm strength. The dharma form they formed through their formation likely possessed power comparable to that of the Nascent Soul realm.
"Using killing intent to suppress the will of yaos... the one who created this technique is truly a genius," Lin Zheyu murmured as he looked up at the towering dharma form.
He had cultivated many demon arts. Though none were particularly advanced, he understood them deeply. From this brief encounter, Lin Zheyu had already grasped the general nature of the techniques used by the Demon-Suppressing Army.
What they practiced was a modified form of demon arts to rapidly enhance their strength. At the same time, the powerful killing intent forged through battle, combined with the collective will formed by their formation, was used to suppress the will of the yaos that invaded their bodies through those same demon arts.
If I get the chance, I should try to obtain their technique and study it. Demon arts, integrated with formations, might offer unique insights, Lin Zheyu thought to himself.
Seeing Lin Zheyu standing lost in thought beneath the massive dharma form, the soldier spoke up to remind him. "Sir, we've arrived."
"Mm." Lin Zheyu gave a slight nod. With a light tap of his foot, his figure vanished instantly, rushing straight into the rift that spewed out endless demonic qi.
***
On the desolate land, wild winds howled.
This was the demon cave, a forbidden zone for life. For ordinary people, entering this place was no different from seeking death. Strange plants grew in abundance across the barren ground. Some were even alive and would open gaping, blood-red maws lined with vicious fangs. Amid this wasteland, an old man with the bearing of an immortal strolled forward at ease.
Without warning, he struck backward with his right hand. A black flower that had opened its grotesque maw burst apart instantly. The old man did not even glance at it and continued onward without purpose. His left hand formed seals, attempting to locate the tracking aura he had left on Lin Zheyu.
Yet no matter how he activated his secret technique, there was no response. If not for the faint sense that the mark still existed, Fan Hongwei would have suspected the boy had found a way to remove it.
Fan Hongwei murmured in surprise, "What method did that little fellow use to block the tracking mark for so long?"
The tracking mark he had placed was no ordinary one. It was not something a common dharma treasure could block, and any treasure capable of suppressing it was far beyond what someone of Lin Zheyu's level could wield for long. The boy was full of surprises.
"I'd like to see how long you can keep it suppressed." Fan Hongwei smiled faintly and continued strolling through the perilous demon cave.
He was curious why Lin Zheyu had left the Martial Realm and come here. He knew Lin Zheyu was aware of the tracking mark, and Lin Zheyu also knew that he knew.
Could it be a trap? Fan Hongwei wondered inwardly.
Over the years, he had encountered countless traps and dangers. Though cautious, he did not take any trap Lin Zheyu might set too seriously. What kind of scheme could a mere Divine Repository realm martial artist truly devise?
Time passed slowly. It had been about fifteen minutes since Lin Zheyu activated the shielding function of the green glazed bracelet. Suddenly, Fan Hongwei's expression shifted, and surprise appeared on his face.
Fan Hongwei said in mild astonishment, "He actually crossed the space-time node and entered the demonic realm. That makes things a bit troublesome."
The demonic realm operated under different rules, and its demonic qi was overwhelmingly dense. Even his special tracking mark would be heavily restricted there.
A faint smile appeared on Fan Hongwei's face. "Forget it. I'll wait outside. The demonic realm is overrun with yaos. One must constantly endure against the erosion of demonic qi, and there's no spiritual qi to replenish oneself. He won't last long."
His figure flickered as he moved toward the space-time node Lin Zheyu had entered. He planned to wait outside and capture Lin Zheyu the moment he emerged, and then take him to explore that hidden place.
***
Black winds carrying thick demonic energy swept through the endless darkness. Cold. Bitterly cold. That was Lin Zheyu's first impression upon entering the node's rift. This space-time node had only just formed and was subdued by the Demon-Suppressing Army before it could stabilize.
The yaos on the other side could not cross over, and only cultivators from this side could pass through. But doing so meant enduring terrifying danger. The collision of two worlds gave rise to the Wind of Annihilation and violent rule storms, slicing across Lin Zheyu's physique and soul like countless sharp blades.
Vast amounts of demonic qi surged in from the demonic realm, forming terrifying tides that battered the rift, seeking to force it open and stabilize the node completely.
So this is how the demonic river forms? Lin Zheyu thought as he watched the raging demonic qi in the endless darkness.
The moment a node rift appeared, demonic qi from the demonic realm would surge into it, forming violent tides. However, not all of that energy could pass through the space-time rift. Most of it merged with shattered rule power and the violent energy born from the collision of the two worlds, condensing into a demonic river that flowed through the rift into Lin Zheyu's world.
Hiss... I need to use Origin Force to improve quickly. I won't last long here, Lin Zheyu thought as he endured the intense pain tearing through both body and soul.
Not far from him lay the rift connecting to the yao world. But Lin Zheyu had no intention of crossing into it. He had once believed the demonic river flowed from that world into his own, but after entering the rift himself, he realized that was not the case.
The demonic river was a product of the fusion and collision of two worlds, formed under many converging conditions into a liquid rich with terrifying demonic qi. It flowed out along the rift, becoming a river of immense energy. Such rivers existed only here and in Lin Zheyu's world.
There was no such river in the yao world.
He let out a long breath, his brow furrowing slightly.
Here, he constantly endured the intense pain caused by violent rule, as his figure moved and plunged into the vast pool of condensed energy below, resembling a great lake. This liquid, filled with terrifying demonic qi, overflowed from the rift, creating what was called the demonic river.
"Fuck..."
The moment he entered the energy lake, Lin Zheyu sucked in a sharp breath. The energy here was completely different from the demonic river outside. It was violently unstable, filled with terrifying rule power that gnawed at his body. The raging energy surged through him, making him feel as if he would explode. Even with his powerful physique, he could not endure it for long.
Lin Zheyu wasted no time and sent out the thought immediately.
Use 3 units of Origin Force to cultivate the Purple Firmament Repository Returning Art.
In an instant, a vast surge of mysterious energy swept through him, absorbing all the energy that had entered his body. At the same time, the injuries caused by the violent energy were instantly restored.
This was the greatest confidence Lin Zheyu had in daring to cultivate here. His spirit wavered briefly as he entered the mysterious consciousness space and began endless cultivation. Based on his previous progress, he felt that 3 units of Origin Force would be enough to bring the Purple Firmament Repository Returning Art to Perfection.
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