Chapter 1700. Decisive (2/2)

“Now that the Ancient Celestial Realm has opened and the four generals have appeared, their goal should be to search for the third soul… That will save me a lot of trouble, and this is the perfect time to raise my cultivation level!”Wang Lin pondered as he moved faster and faster. His divine sense spread out to carefully observe his surroundings.

The sky was completely dark and the auras of fierce beasts lingered everywhere. These beasts were not a threat to Wang Lin; they would retreat in fear the moment his divine sense swept by.

In this foreign space, Wang Lin was very wary. Although the surrounding beasts were no threat to him, there was one thing he was uncertain of: whether or not the Seven-Colored Daoist had come here!

Although his divine sense was spread out, he was completely focused. If anything abnormal happened, he would escape. This was very dangerous, but he had to go to the altar.

If he became too scared to move around due to one uncertainty, then he wouldn’t have been able to reach the cultivation level he had today.

After several hours, Wang Lin suddenly stopped and his expression changed. Without hesitation, he rapidly retreated and was about to disappear.

However, just as he was about to disappear, he exclaimed and stared straight ahead. His expression was constantly changing.

His divine sense saw a figure sitting there, motionless, hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, sitting among the corpses of countless fierce beasts.

The figure’s expression was sometimes complicated, sometimes confused, sometimes resentful, and sometimes excited.

He was the Seven-Colored Daoist!

After pondering for a while, Wang Lin’s eyes lit up. The Seven-Colored Daoist looked extremely strange, but after pondering for a bit, Wang Lin realized that he seemed to be trapped in an illusion.

“This is likely Fan Shanmeng‘s illusion. Even the Seven-Colored Daoist is trapped. With his cultivation level, this illusion… This matter… Something is wrong with this!”Wang Lin was extremely smart, and after pondering a bit, he immediately realized the problem.

Wang Lin’s heart started pounding and a rare struggle appeared in his heart. On one hand he should immediately leave. In his current state, the Seven-Colored Daoist wouldn’t chase after Wang Lin.

Due to this, Wang Lin’s trip to the altar would be without danger.

On the other hand, Wang Lin felt like this was an opportunity. If he could enter Seven-Colored’s illusion, then he would be able to uncover some secrets. He felt that Fan Shanmeng’s cultivation level wasn’t high enough to trap the Seven-Colored Daoist; there had to be some other reason.

He faintly felt that if he gave up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he would definitely regret it in the future!

After struggling for seven to eight minutes, there was a flash of coldness in Wang Lin’s eyes!

“Seek wealth in danger!”Wang Lin moved forward with full caution and his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was 100,000 feet away from the Seven-Colored Daoist.

There was a large amount of fierce beast corpses in the area. Wang Lin stood on one and looked down at it. His eyes slowly began to glow.

“These fierce beasts haven’t been dead for long…”Wang Lin looked at Seven-Colored in the distance. He raised his right hand and the corpse of a beast that was about 100 feet large floated upward. Wang Lin waved his hand and the corpse flew toward the Seven-Colored Daoist.

Wang Lin leaned slightly backwards as he stared at the corpse as it flew within 1,000 feet of the Seven-colored Daoist.

However, just as the corpse got within 1,000 feet, the seven-colored light behind the Seven-Colored Daoist shined. Then the corpse silently disappeared before Wang Lin.

There was no flesh or blood, no pieces left. It had disappeared completely.

“Sure enough!”Wang Lin silently pondered and cautiously walked forward. He was not fast and his heart pounded as he walked forward. He crossed the 100,000 feet distance and stopped 1,000 feet away from the Seven-Colored Daoist, where the corpse disappeared.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin clenched his teeth and sat down. His right hand pointed to the spot between his eyebrows and seemed to reach deep into his soul. Wang Lin’s vision became blurry as he pulled out his right hand and pointed at the Seven-Colored Daoist.

“May my dream enter your illusion, Dream Dao!”

Wang Lin’s finger pointed and he trembled. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The blur in his vision disappeared, and he remained sitting and nothing had changed.

The Dream Dao spell didn’t require direct physical contact, but the Seven-Colored Daoist had a high cultivation level and a barrier around him, so Wang Lin wasn’t able to enter his illusion with the Dream Dao.

Wang Lin frowned, revealing a reluctant expression.