Edited by Lord Immortal
As he spoke, Lin Xun ran the Meditating Magic to observe the pattern of the stars and to guard his sea of consciousness.
Buzz!
In Lin’s Sea of Consciousness, a scene of circulating stars suddenly appeared in the void. They shined brightly, releasing a clear and dazzling light.
It was the soul power, and Lin Xun fully displayed it with the help of Meditating Magic.
Suddenly, Wei Mingzi, who had been laughing proudly and wildly, got stiffened, and his pupils dilated. Overwhelming expressions of amazement and disbelief warped his face.
It looked that a ghost became alive.
He shivered and roared with rage, “The Meditating Magic! You’ve comprehended the Flowing-light Spiritual Tattoo! That’s the power only the divine-tattoo stylite has. How can it possibly be controlled by you, a Human-gang bastard! How can this be!?”
The voice was hysterical and full of fear.
Wei Mingzi’s illusory figure was frantically dodging, seemingly to avoid the bright rays of stars.
But in Lin’s Sea of Consciousness, he was a master. With a move of his mind, the stars poured down like a waterfall, enveloped Wei Mingzi’s figure, and made it impossible for him to escape.
Wei Mingzi uttered a wretched scream, trembling all over. He looked terrified to the extreme without a shred of arrogance and immortality he was showing just now.
Indeed, he never expected that when he finally found a chance to get rid of Heaven-accessing Place that had trapped him for thousands of years, he would be suddenly faced with adversity again. Even in the age he lived, the Meditating Magic could be regarded as the most terrible method in the world.
In the past, Wei Mingzi would not be so afraid. After all, this was only a unique method of spiritual cultivation. But the cruel thing was that he had only a trace of residual soul at this time. Right now, what could hurt him most was the spiritual power.
Damn!
Damn!
How could this happen?
Can’t this world accept me, Wei Mingzi?
Boom!
Star glow swept through the figure of Wei Mingzi and trapped him like a broken straw in the sea. His illusory figure was collapsing inch by inch.
Wei Mingzi was like melting ice in a sea of fire.
“Please, please, be merciful, my friend.”
Wei Mingzi was totally frightened. He was trapped for countless years. He could hardly escape, so he was unwilling to die again.
“Don’t kill me. Don’t you want to know why I can survive in Heaven-accessing Place?
“My friend, please, let me go. I promise to teach you all I have learned. You can have the boundless power needed to ascend the cultivation path and control the whole world.
“Why won’t you speak? Is that still not enough? As long as you let me go, I’m willing to be a slave and fight deadly battles for you.
“My friend!”
Despite Wei Mingzi’s pleading and screaming, Lin Xun turned deaf ears to him and operated the Meditating Magic without any pause.
This Wei Mingzi was too fraudulent and dangerous. Lin Xun would not be careless anymore.
Bang!
Eventually, Wei Mingzi’s figure completely disappeared into ashes, and his unwilling cry for despair stopped abruptly.
However, Lin Xun was still running the Meditating Magic and scouring his Sea of Consciousness until he finally determined that Wei Mingzi had really been erased. Only after carefully checking could he take a long breath of relief.
His clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his heart was palpitating. The situation was too dangerous for him. If he hadn’t run the Meditating Magic in time, he would have been dominated by Wei Mingzi right there, and his soul would have been extinguished. He would have become a puppet after Wei Mingzi’s rebirth.
Thinking of this, Lin Xun was aware that Wei Mingzi seemed to recognize the Meditating Magic hidden in the Flowing-light Spiritual Tattoo.
“Wait.”
Lin Xun soon noticed another detail. Wei Mingzi said at the time that this Flowing-light spiritual tattoo was something that only a divine-tattoo stylite could control.
What was this divine-tattoo stylite?
Wei Mingzi seemed shocked and incredulous to see that Lin could understand the Flowing-light Spiritual Tattoo. It proved that the divine-tattoo stylite was extraordinary.
Lin Xun vaguely felt that the divine-tattoo stylite was just a title referring to those who could control special tattoos as Flowing-light Spiritual Tattoos.
Quickly, Lin Xun was attracted by a scene in the sea of his consciousness. Although Wei Mingzi had been erased, the white and sacred feather was still there. It emitted a brilliant light, floating quietly in his sea of consciousness, and appeared extremely mysterious.
If Lin Xun was right, Wei Mingzi had hidden in this feather and was brought out by himself from Heaven-accessing Place.
When Lin Xun searched this feather, his consciousness was blocked by an invisible barrier, which made him unable to approach.
Lin Xun’s eyes froze. He tried all kinds of methods but still failed. This made Lin Xun more and more surprised. Was this small white feather an incredible treasure?
Lin Xun suddenly remembered Wei Mingzi, who was apparently trapped for a long time in Heaven-accessing Place but had still kept a strand of his soul that could never be destroyed; was it because of the help of this white feather?
Lin Xun pondered for a long time but could not be sure of it, so he finally gave up.
Perhaps one day, when he reached a certain level of cultivation, he would be able to know the true mystery of this white feather.
In fact, inside Lin Xun’s sea of consciousness, besides this mysterious feather, there was an upright Gate to Heaven as well as an Amrita Saint Pearl.
Needless to say, the Gate to Heaven represented the existence of Heaven-accessing Place.
Amrita Saint Pearl was a sacred instrument of Aqua Barbarian, one of the nine lines of Voodoo-Barbarians. It was amazing and unpredictable. It helped Lin Xun get rid of the dangers and smoothly progress to a higher level when he was passing the assessment on the Demon-cloud battlefield.
However, the Pearl seemed to be in silence because of the exhaustion of its strength. It floated around the Gate to Heaven and could not be taken out.
Lin Xun also tried to understand the mystery of the pearl. But he found that the Pearl was empty and boundless inside. It was impossible to determine how big the Pearl was, and what mysterious power it contained even with Lin Xun’s powerful spirit.
Ultimately, Lin Xun gave up searching for its secret. At present, although this pearl was not helpful to him, it was the supreme sacred vessel of the Aqua Barbarian. There must be a great deal of magic power in it. If there was a chance to meet the strong Aqua Barbarian, he might find some clues.
Of course, before that, Lin Xun would never mention it to anyone. If this thing was known by all the water barbarians, he was afraid that countless elite barbarians would be sent to kill him.
Withdrawing from the sea of consciousness, Lin Xun restored his eyes to the fragments of Heaven-shaking Seal. His enthusiasm was lighted again.
This was a chosen prize after crossing the third pass of Green-cloud Path. It had a mysterious history and was closely related to one of the nine treasures of Nature.
Most importantly, the fragment was branded with a secret inheritance: Nine Strikes for Shaking Heaven.
How could a simple art appear in Heaven-accessing Place and be passed down in such a unique fashion?
Without hesitation, Lin Xun divided a thread of his consciousness into the fragment.
In an instant, he felt like coming to the ancient land of the vast wilderness. The sky was black, and the earth was only covered with yellow soil. Ancient mountains were everywhere.
A sun hung on the infinite high sky, illuminating the world.
Where was this?
Just as this idea flashed through his mind, he saw a magnificent figure appearing under the sky, standing on the mountains, and stepping atop the clouds. His body looked as if it was made of bronze, giving out a horrible and powerful aura.
The mighty figure was shining like a legendary god, overlooking the entire world. Suddenly, he clenched his fingers and palms into a fist, rose it up, and hit the sky.
Crack!
With one punch, the sky suddenly collapsed like a mirror, fissures spreading like a spider’s web.
The sky seemed to be collapsing; the sun was shaking as if about to fall.
Rumbling ~
The earth-shaking explosion sounded all over the place. Even the mere sound waves broke up the mountains into cinders. Everything seemed to be falling apart.
The world was torn and crushed like a canvas by this punch.
It was dreadful.
It was hard to imagine how terrible the power must be for it to shake the whole universe with one blow and destroy everything.
Lin Xun only felt a buzz in his mind. He felt as though being struck by lightning, and all the sights he saw disappeared. Almost at the same time, innumerable mysteries of inheritance emerged from his heart.
Nine Strikes for Shaking Heaven!
Mountain Destruction, Ocean Destruction, Void Destruction, Soul Destruction, Dragon Destruction, Phoenix Destruction, Hell Destruction, Heaven Destruction, Universe Destruction.
Each of the nine strikes contained the power of extreme annihilation. It could crack mountains, split seas, suppress the hell, and shake the heaven. It was mysterious and powerful.
The most frightening thing was that when he mastered all the nine forms to perfection, he would learn the truth of perfectly superimposing them.
For example, the superposition of two forms could be transformed into the Mountain and Ocean Destruction, Void and Soul Destruction, Dragon and Phoenix Destruction, Heaven and Hell Destruction, and so on.
This kind of superimposition evolved with each other from one to nine. It could deduce infinite mysteries and might to the extreme and made its power hard to predict.
Lin Xun could not help being shocked. These skills were not only powerful but also contained a kind of magical rhyme of truth that led him to the meaning of cultivation.
Quickly, Lin Xun became calm. All the mysteries of inheritance about the Nine Strikes for Shaking Heaven had been imprinted on his mind. However, it wouldn’t be easy if he wanted to understand and control them.
This mystery was difficult and complex far beyond Lin’s imagination, and it would certainly not be so simple to cultivate.
However, Lin Xun was not worried about this. He did not lack time and energy. What he needed was something like Nine Strikes for Shaking Heaven.
