Chapter 1701. Reason! (1/2)
Waves of aura of that could make all life tremble spread out from the Seven-Colored Daoist. As it spread out, the fierce beasts would retreat in panic before they could even get close. This aura frightened them greatly.
This aura was even stronger than the heavens’ might; no life dared to come near it. It was powerful enough to make heaven and earth to tremble in fear from its might.
The reason there were so many fierce beast corpses around the Seven-Colored Daoist was likely because they had been killed before he entered the illusion.
Wang Lin was a bold man. At this moment, his eyes narrowed. After pondering a bit, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. This blood turned into a total of 99 drops. Each drop contained the aura of his cultivation.
His eyes became serious as he waved his sleeves and one drop flew out, floating before his forehead.
“Immortal Ancient…” As Wang Lin muttered, all his ancient power surged and gathered on this drop of blood along with a sliver of his origin soul.
The drop of blood immediately became crystal clear. It now looked like a crystal!
After being fused with Wang Lin’s ancient power, this drop of blood gave off a bright red glow. Wang Lin let out a breath and the drop of blood flew forward. The remaining 98 drops surrounded it, forming a halo of blood.
Under the protection of the halo, it flew within 1,000 feet of the Seven-Colored Daoist.
The moment it came within 1,000 feet of him, the blood halo formed by 98 drops of blood silently disintegrated, leaving only the drop filled with ancient power! However, they had resisted the first wave of destruction for that drop of blood.
This drop of blood instantly flew hundreds of feet. During this time, it was destroyed tens of thousands of times, but it immediately recovered due to the ancient power.
In an instant, this drop of blood was within 100 feet of the Seven-Colored Daoist. Once it reached this point, the ancient power recovery wasn’t able to keep up. The drop of blood rapidly dissipated until only a sliver remained.
This sliver of blood could still be seen by the naked eye, but if one wasn’t careful, it would be easy to miss. This sliver contained a part of Wang Lin’s origin soul, so the constant destruction sent pain that made Wang Lin’s expression become twisted.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The moment the trace of blood was destroyed, it penetrated the last 100 feet and landed between the Seven-Colored Daoist’s eyebrows. The moment the blood dissipated, the strand of origin soul inside touched the Seven-Colored Daoist’s body.
1,000 feet away, Wang Lin closed his eyes and let out a soft murmur.
“Dream Dao!”
With these two words, Wang Lin’s mind trembled and and everything in his mind collapsed. As it all collapsed, a seven-colored light appeared and took his mind, causing it to sink into the endless abyss.
This was a world of seven colors. The sky was seven-colored, the earth was seven-colored, and even the clouds were seven-colored. There were many mountains on the earth, and Wang Lin appeared standing on the peak of a mountain.
After a brief moment of confusion, he immediately looked around.
“This is the illusion the Seven-Colored Daoist is in!”
Wang Lin carefully spread out his divine sense as he silently pondered. He flew forward and the pieces of the earth flashed by. After an unknown amount of time, Wang Lin suddenly stopped and looked ahead.
He saw a person sitting on the mountain head. This person was the Seven-Colored Daoist.
He was sitting there with his eyes opened. He was looking at the sky and his expression seemed somewhat dull.
Around his body floated nine fist-sized balls of light that were like flames. These were the nine fire birds, or suns. They were the Seven-Colored Daoist’s cultivation and treasure.
“Shan Meng… I remember, your name is Fan Shanmeng…” the Seven-Colored Daoist muttered.
Wang Lin looked at the Seven-Colored Daoist in the distance and revealed a strange expression. He had heard what the Seven-Colored Daoist had said, but the Seven-Colored Daoist doesn’t seem to notice him.
After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin’s eyes lit up.
“Could it be an illusion within an illusion…”A moment later, Wang Lin carefully stepped toward the Seven-Colored Daoist. He soon arrived under the mountain and was 1,000 feet from the Seven-Colored Daoist.
Staring at the Seven-Colored Daoist, Wang Lin’s eyes revealed a decisive gaze. His right hand reached out and took out the ghostly face sail from his storage space. Although he didn’t know what it did and hadn’t refined it completely, he had fused his divine sense into it.