Chapter 1216 - 1213: Killing Intent Returns
Two shadows swiftly swept past the side, flying towards the distant stone forest. Lin Chuan shook his head in surprise, with a look of doubt on his face. He was not afraid of being found; these two lower-class cultivators were not even enough to fill his teeth.
Lin Chuan only wanted some peace and quiet, without any intention of entangling with others. Since this place had already been discovered, it was no longer a spot to linger. Lin Chuan tidied up his mood, preparing to leave.
Now, a hundred years had passed, and Lin Chuan's cultivation had reached the Refining God state. He didn't want any more variables midway, so with a stomp, his entire figure immediately soared into the air, flying towards the ethereal main peak of Jade Peak Mountain. The unknown Maoshan Tao individual who had appeared earlier already reminded him, and at this moment, Lin Chuan passed over some isolated peaks and sheer cliffs. For others, this was a self-imposed hardship, but Lin Chuan found joy in it. A skilled person, on these chaotic rocky peaks, flying up and down as if on flat ground, utterly carefree; the peaks did not hinder his pace at all.
On this journey, Lin Chuan had already gained much. Ordinary people could not perceive Lin Chuan's mysterious inner world at all. Ahead appeared a towering peak that soared into the clouds, rolling with dusty clouds, amidst which some gray hue emerged. That hue gradually deepened, seemingly developing into an even deeper trend. Just moments ago, the rational and open-minded Lin Chuan was now alarmed in his heart, secretly shouting "not good." Lin Chuan's inner world was being controlled by another extremely powerful and evil thought. It was backbiting his inner world, causing Lin Chuan internal turmoil, due to the chaos of the Blood Underworld within his body.
Before him was a hazy scene, his mind followed into chaos, with seemingly hundreds of thoughts rushing toward his brain all at once, just feeling his head buzzing, his body swaying.
Then, in Lin Chuan's field of vision, a powerful whirlwind seemed to form. Demonic shadows revealed ferocious faces from that massive whirlwind, their bloodthirsty grotesque forms congealing into shapes, demonstrating to Lin Chuan. Although Lin Chuan halted, his state of mind was also affected by the deeply buried chaos of the Blood Underworld. But he still retained a last bit of clarity.
He clearly recognized the reason for the Blood Underworld's backlash. Murderous ambition surged, and a sudden appearance of a true cultivator incited an unconscious aversion that surprisingly stirred emotions from the depths of his heart. Lin Chuan was not afraid at all of the whirlpool demonic shadow which had already formed. He silently encouraged himself that all of this was merely illusion. Instinctively suppressing the evil Blood Underworld, another force within Lin Chuan's body immediately released, competing with the Blood Underworld's power in the same body.
Lin Chuan suddenly lost control, sweat streaming from his forehead as a result of the confrontation between Magic Power and true cultivation force. Atop Jade Peak, originally windy, with fresh air and a lower temperature, now his robe was soaked with sweat. If anyone were to pass by and see this scene, observing the left and right hand combat on the same person would surely leave them stunned.
"Blood Underworld, come on boldly, if Lin Chuan furrows a brow, I'd follow your surname, but you better remember what your surname is." On the high mountain cliff, Lin Chuan swayed as if cursed, his steps drunken, as if mad. At this moment, the Blood Underworld and pure cultivation force met, fiercely dueling inside him, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead revealing that this state would continue for some time. Lin Chuan silently considered himself lucky; had he not held onto that bit of clarity in his mind, his entire self would've been occupied by the Blood Underworld allowing the embedded Evil God to do as it wished.
Despite being in a state of muddled confusion, he remained full of fighting spirit, a mocking smile on his lips. Suddenly he fiercely raised his left hand, pointing towards heaven. It was his left hand controlled by Blood Underworld, yet Lin Chuan defeated it with his spiritual power, forcing the left hand up over his head, extending his index finger towards the sky.
What Lin Chuan did not expect happened; lurking deeper within his heart, the Evil God, unwilling to be subordinate to the Blood Underworld, suddenly erupted. Now his body contained not just two forces but was split into three, with two evil forces and one righteous one, continuously repelling and resisting each other.
Lin Chuan suddenly felt overwhelmed, sometimes clear-headed, sometimes self-confused, no longer entirely bound by reason, facing a significant concern of descending into madness.
"Ah." Lin Chuan's body felt as if it were being torn apart painfully, countless thoughts, all the experiences of the past hundred years, drifted like clouds across the sky, sweeping rapidly through his mind, pushing him into a state of madness. The scene before him kept changing, the giant whirlpool clouds, sometimes gray, sometimes blood red. With a loud roar, the Evil God force, unwilling to be second, sought to control all of Lin Chuan's consciousness.
With each step Lin Chuan took on the cliff, he produced astonishing destructive power. The bare giant rocks crashed down, exploded under his steady force, rumbling like thunder echoing through the cliffs. They rolled down with a series of bumps, yet Lin Chuan was oblivious to all of it.
Even more astonishing, beside him suddenly erupted a volcanic flow. The air was scorched, steam rising from sweat, the skin emitting a sizzle of burns. Sometimes Lin Chuan was like a Heavenly Spirit, sometimes a mad demon, his whole being in a psychological state of distress. Yet the Magic Power within him showed no concern for his life or death; half an hour had already passed. The struggle within Lin Chuan's body not only showed no signs of easing but instead intensified.
On the mountain, like an earthquake, countless birds flew away, wild beasts ragingly and restlessly ran about, Lin Chuan's inner turmoil beyond his own control. Coincidentally, at this moment, five people suddenly appeared, judging by the cold gaze of these two, they definitely were Maoshan Tao disciples.
How could people from Maoshan Tao appear in the world of hell, especially when Lin Chuan was at a critical phase of cultivation? Any slight mistake could lead him to an irrecoverable disaster.
The two Maoshan Tao guys seeing Lin Chuan were momentarily stunned.
"Ah, it's him. Lin Chuan really is here." As soon as the two Maoshan Taoists saw Lin Chuan, who looked like a mad demon, they immediately became excited. Without a word, they unsheathed their long swords from their backs, straightened their postures, and attacked Lin Chuan at the speed of a bird crossing a river.
"Junior Brother, wait." The latter wanted to stop him, but it was too late. "Senior Brother, go on."
The young man, eager to make a name for himself, saw an opportunity to take down Lin Chuan, who had gone berserk.
However, his senior was much more mature, and seeing Lin Chuan's state, realized that he had reached the point where demons sprung from the heart. At this moment, Lin Chuan was like a powder keg, whoever ignited it would explode. Unfortunately, he was too late to stop him. The Junior Brother charged forward, and as expected, his sword tip pierced Lin Chuan's shoulder back. However, it only scratched the surface. He didn't expect a powerful backlash, like a thousand galloping horses, to surge back at him, the sword wielder.
When the overwhelming magic power poured out from Lin Chuan's body, it sealed the meridians and cut off the veins. Before the young Maoshan Taoist could react, there was a thunderous crash in his mind. Instantly, blood streamed from his seven orifices, and he died on the spot, collapsing to the ground, the sword dropping as he perished.
With a strange cry, the senior brother simultaneously raised his hand and fired a sleeve arrow into the air before fleeing madly. As soon as the signal arrow sounded, five people, all dressed in gray, carrying long swords, and holding talismans, appeared. Their faces looked like jujube, seemingly aware that Lin Chuan had already gone mad. The leader was an old man over fifty, with some gray hair. At this moment, he was carefully observing Lin Chuan, his attention unwavering since encountering the raging Lin Chuan.
"Uncle Master, let me handle this."
"Ah, don't be rash." The old man waved away his disciples who were eager to step forward.
"Uncle Master, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It's not easy to capture Lin Chuan and earn merits for our sect. Right now, he's not in control of himself. We can capture him, take him back, and present him to the sect leader. We could become superior beings." The young man shouted.
Lin Chuan unknowingly unleashed a violent force just now, making his temperament not as fiery and impulsive. For various reasons, a kind of indescribable ferocity emanated from him at this moment, making him seem like a descending demon!
"Dragon Gate Golden Lock Formation, activate." At the old man's command, five figures flew in unison, like a tightening giant net, closing in on Lin Chuan from above. With two crisp sounds, several talismans had already been placed on Lin Chuan. On the surface, those talismans appeared to hold no mystery.
But as the opponent's long sword covered them, and when the talismans were stuck on Lin Chuan, a blood-red gleam suddenly flashed again. Lin Chuan, though unclear in consciousness, felt that this ominous sign was incited by these few people facing him. The Evil God's resurgence within him annoyed Lin Chuan greatly.
"Repent." The old man shouted, and the sword light scattered. The five of them returned to their positions, chanting incessantly. Lin Chuan's heart, following their incantation, suddenly shrunk. The pain nearly brought tears to his eyes.
"Ah." Lin Chuan let out a crazy shout, and several forces erupted simultaneously within him once more. This time, it was different. Three forces, one righteous and two evil, surprisingly aligned in the same direction, forming a temporary alliance. Together, they resisted the magic power of the talismans covering Lin Chuan's body.
In total, five talismans exploded with a loud bang. The five Maoshan Taoists chanting simultaneously spat blood, and were mysteriously counterattacked, blasted back over ten meters, and crashed down. Three young and two old. The leading old man, evidently the strongest in cultivation, managed to stand.
"Uncle Master, use your Golden Bell Divine Spell." One of the long-faced young men on the ground managed to say from his prone position. "The Golden Bell Divine Spell only works when he's not possessed..."
The old man hadn't finished speaking when a powerful killing intent came in his face.
The four fallen brother disciples thought they were hallucinating, only hearing a miserable cry from the front. The old man, referred to as Uncle Master, had his gray hair turn purplish-red. Streams of blood poured from the top of his skull, dyeing him completely red. Before he understood what was happening, he suffered a deadly blow to the top of his head, his first and last encounter with such a strike.