Chapter 1215 - 1212: Evil God Candidate
As the battle progressed, Lin Chuan also felt like he was gradually unable to hold on, but the four Yin Spirits opposite him were also exhausted, clearly at the end of their strength. Lin Chuan persevered, maneuvering around these Yin Spirits, with his physical strength providing a significant advantage. Even in a direct confrontation, Lin Chuan did not suffer, and towards the end of the fight, the four Yin Spirits opposite him realized continuing to fight would only leave them dead here, so they roared and started to flee in all directions.
In the following half month, Lin Chuan continuously sought out Yin Spirits for combat, honing himself and improving his battle experience. The thrill of killing made him unable to stop, and slaughter had become a significant part of his cultivation! "Xue Ming, was I once like this as well, taking you to the battlefield, where monsters and demons all fell by the blade?"
Xue Ming said excitedly, "Yes, master, have you perhaps gained some insight into your past?" Lin Chuan shook his head and replied, "I just feel this is the kind of life I should live. These demon beings, Yin Spirits, seem like they are creations of my own imagination, which is quite ridiculous." Xue Ming lowered his head sorrowfully, thinking, Wang, why do you still have no insights? Have you forgotten the ultimate reason this environment, the tower, appeared?
After these battles, Lin Chuan's cultivation realm finally broke through to the next level, and naturally, Xue Ming's form grew larger again. He was now genuinely willing to call Lin Chuan his master without any reservations. If previously Xue Ming called Lin Chuan master simply due to Lin Chuan's identity as an Evil God, without truly recognizing him as such because Lin Chuan had never displayed anything befitting an Evil God, which made it impossible to truly subdue Xue Ming.
However, after this period, with the master and servant continuously battling and training within the Blood Tower, Xue Ming observed Lin Chuan's every action, gradually realizing that Lin Chuan was indeed a qualified candidate for an Evil God. Thus, his respect for Lin Chuan deepened day by day, even reaching a level of blind worship.
And just now, Lin Chuan had annihilated a top-tier Yin Spirit, a Flying Flood Dragon, with far greater cultivation than his own through sheer willpower, deeply moving Xue Ming. He realized that although Lin Chuan's power was still weak compared to a fully grown Evil God, Lin Chuan already possessed the heart of a warrior. As long as he persisted, nothing would be a problem! However, Lin Chuan, after all, was not truly an Evil God, only a soul that had crossed over, and some things he stubbornly stuck to his own ideas, which made Xue Ming very troubled, even to the point of incomprehensibility.
He always felt that Lin Chuan's every word and action had some special meaning, constantly furrowing his brow in deep thought, wanting to understand the essence of it. But in fact, that was just Lin Chuan's usual habit of living, unchanged even if he wanted to. It was not intentional; he just didn't fit in with the whole world. Lin Chuan squinted his eyes, lying there, starting to recall the battle scenes just now. He felt as though, as his cultivation grew higher, a thing called ambition began to sprout within him.
Previously, he felt that some things would be sufficient if they were almost there, not necessarily needing to achieve some perfect state. Sometimes he'd rather take a small loss to turn a big issue into a small one, and finally laugh it off as if it was bygone.
But now, things were different. He was no longer content with others pointing fingers at him. After all, now he had considerable ability; he was a figure at the level of a strong one, so why should he have to listen to others? Others' words were not necessarily right. Wouldn't it be better to follow his heart, and let his own thoughts dominate him? Although his heart had developed such thoughts, Lin Chuan hadn't yet realized what it was about. Instead, he felt that this was right, without even considering why he would think this way, or why his mindset had changed in such a short time.
In fact, as Lin Chuan's cultivation grew, the part of him belonging to the Evil God was also gradually being released, starting to influence his personality and usual behavior. He just hadn't realized it yet. After all, the Evil God was now him, and he was the Evil God, both melding into one, complementing each other. His prior thoughts and consciousness before crossing over continuously influenced the Evil God, while the Evil God's thinking, arrogant and overwhelming, also influenced him. The two personalities were slowly merging into one, perhaps this was the true Lin Chuan.
However, with the Evil God's thoughts and consciousness, Lin Chuan's battle heart became stronger and stronger. Challenging those top-tier Yin Spirit strongmen became more frequent, often wanting to spar with those real masters every few days to make breakthroughs in combat.
Regarding his proactive battle-seeking mentality, Xue Ming was undoubtedly delighted. The more often Lin Chuan fought, the faster his cultivation would grow. Naturally, Xue Ming would be able to grow faster, eventually breaking free from the control of the Blood Tower. It was a very favorable cycle.
Lin Chuan, after fighting for so long, only kept one belief in his heart, which was to make himself grow faster, to eventually break through the eighteenth level of the Blood Tower, so as to release Fang Jing and reunite with her in the end. He continuously worked towards this goal, convinced that as long as he persisted, it would happen one day, as long as Fang Jing could wait!
Lin Chuan broke through the Illusion Blood Tower faster than expected. However, when he turned slaughter into a habit, he suddenly found himself experiencing a kind of bloodthirsty joy. Lin Chuan suddenly realized that he seemed to be somewhat too aggressive, and Xue Ming's mature face began to show expressions filled with ambition beyond worship. After killing a group of Core Formation level 9 demons, Lin Chuan finally could no longer resist his bloodthirsty nature and, in a wild frenzy, wiped out all the demons at the basement level. When he was transported to the second level of the Blood Tower, and saw Fang Jing's eyes looking at him as if he were a monster, he finally withdrew fearfully from the Blood Tower and flew all the way to a thousand miles away at Jade Mountain Range!
The refreshing scent of grass and trees followed the wind into his nostrils. Lin Chuan, soaring amidst the mountain peaks, shot straight towards the summit like an arrow. His blood-red robe clashed with the serene colors of the mountains, catching the eye like the sun bursting through the clouds. As he soared higher, the wind grew fiercer, and the youth's mood became increasingly heroic. The scenery of the Jade Mountain Range was indeed unparalleled. Even before reaching the peak, gazing down from the cliff on the mountainside revealed a scene where the waves moved with the wind, and the pine forest swayed rhythmically, as if in a dance, bringing a smile to one's face.
The beauty of the forest scenery was something Lin Chuan could not appreciate at the moment, because he was overwhelmed by a surge of heroic spirit in his heart. At this moment, the mountain peak was just beneath his feet, and before long, the entire peak would be conquered by him. A feeling of ruling over the world that had never been experienced before made Lin Chuan relish in a sense of divine pride. Lin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down the mountain.
Lin Chuan let out a clear roar, startling countless birds into flight. He stood against the wind, the howling wind whistling past his ears, seemingly like the cries of demons. Lin Chuan sneered coldly; after slaughtering so many, how could he fear the howl of the wind! Fueled by wild instincts, Lin Chuan soared towards another peak, looking down, and at this point, he realized that the higher he went, the more mesmerizing the scenery became. The waves he had seen earlier on the mountainside were now the size of fists.
And he now floated as if among the clouds. Those undulating lower peaks, which he could only look up at from the foot of the mountain earlier, now he could view in their entirety. The winding ridges, shrouded in mist, looked like an Immortal Realm, truly captivating and difficult to leave, which is why so many people chose to cultivate here.
"Chirp chirp." In a nearby thicket, on a blade of grass thinner than a finger, a cicada was singing softly. Lin Chuan's eyes widened, instantly capturing the source of the sound. He sighed longingly. Lin Chuan, deep in thought, could always capture the subtle parts of myriad things. The cicada was so insignificant, yet thinking about the grand scheme, how insignificant he himself was. When his mind wandered over limitless heights, how small the entire world seemed.
However, despite comparing to heaven and earth, Lin Chuan surveyed the world, and that sense of conquest filled his chest. These lives hidden in the depths, to pursue some moving aspects of life, forgot about life and death, blindly struggling to survive, never questioning why they need to labor in the sea of people.
Lin Chuan personally visited Jade Peak, his heart touched by its towering and tumultuous magnificence. Countless thoughts climbed into his mind, plunging him into deep memories. His eyes were filled with a dreamy hue. If not witnessed personally, one would never believe such profound and penetrating eyes could belong to a youth.
That mountain ridge in the distance was where Fang Jing was lost, leaving Lin Chuan with a deep impression of Luo Yun Peak, never to be forgotten. And faced with his beloved being imprisoned within reach, Lin Chuan could only watch helplessly, imagining the pain in his heart. A hundred years have passed, the cultivation world was rife with conflict, with new powers rising and falling. Ambitious figures emerged, and chaos in the Demon World followed suit, igniting the flames of war, while the Inner Realm in this cultivator's heart remained untouched by the slightest ripple.
"Ah, I thought I just heard someone's voice here." "Junior Brother, did you hear wrong?" It was evident they were lower-level cultivators looking for something. Lin Chuan furrowed his brows and immediately ducked behind a boulder, blending into his surroundings. Two figures in quick succession lingered over the large stone where Lin Chuan had stood moments earlier, paused briefly, and then moved on to another place.