Chapter 408: From Five To Six (1/2)

Lu Yin didn’t even have a chance to reply as he quickly left the canyon. His eyes were immediately met by the sight of corpses littered everywhere, reduced to nothing more than white bones. The area was also decorated with the tattered remains of fluttering banners.

Lu Yin’s arrival came with a small squeak, but that tiny noise was enough to turn everything within a ten kilometer radius of him to dust. It was just like what had happened inside of the centipede’s body, where nothing was able to resist the ravages of time over countless eons, except for the pikes that had been left stuck in the ground.

Lu Yin stared in shock at everything before him—the entire island was filled with corpses. How many people had died here? It could not be any less than 100,000.

Explosions rang out in the skies as countless voices rumbled, ‘I can’t wait. The future generations are hopeless, so how could I be willing to wait?’

“I am six, all fives must be killed.”

“The sky has changed, the sky has changed. This sky will be six from now.”

…

Lu Yin crouched down and forcibly endured the explosion of the successive voices howling out. Blood leaked out from his eyes, ears, and nose, dripping onto the island.

The Ghost Monkey had stopped speaking by now, probably because he had fainted.

Lu Yin panted heavily and opened his mouth in an attempt to reduce the intensity of the voices, but his efforts were for naught. He didn’t even hesitate to rupture his own eardrums, but the voices seemed to be directly transmitted into his brain, which left him at a loss for how to handle the situation. Although the sounds were not attacks, the power that the voices innately contained was enough to harm Lu Yin’s spiritual force despite them coming from ancient times. He could not even imagine the strength that these ancient powerhouses must have wielded.

Lu Yin could not endure the voices any longer, and his body started trembling. He was truly at his limit. No! His gaze turned firm, and he charged ahead. Even if he died, he wanted to see what secrets the depths of the island held.

As he ran forward, the ancient items that he passed by turned to dust. This was a trial zone, but life in here mirrored reality.

Lu Yin quickly reached deep into the island since it was not that large. When he arrived at the deepest point of the island, his pupils constricted when he saw five pikes pinning a dried corpse to the ground, the exact same scene as what he had seen in the centipede’s body.

What is this? Some sort of sacrifice ritual?

Lu Yin could not make sense of what he saw, but before he could get a better look, a ferocious voice entered his brain. The countless noises caused him to spit out even more blood, and then his body vanished from the island.

Atop Astral-10’s trial zone mountain, Lu Yin suddenly opened his eyes. A splitting headache immediately hit him as he instinctively clutched his head, almost falling over.

Coco, Xia Luo, and the others were nearby, and they all rushed over when they saw Lu Yin open his eyes.

“Brother Lu, are you alright?” Coco asked.

The few gathered students all looked at Lu Yin.

Lu Yin took several deep breaths and stared at the ground. He gradually recovered and shook his hands. “I’m alright. Just let me rest for a bit.”

“Ok,” Coco acknowledged. Then, the few students there left the trial zone mountain and waited for Lu Yin outside. They were very curious to learn about what lay in the furthest reaches of the Ocean of Death. They were also certain that the recent abnormal changes within the Dao of Heaven were related to Lu Yin, precisely because only Lu Yin had not been kicked out at that time.

Lu Yin spent an entire day resting at the trial zone mountain before leaving. He was in very low spirits. The Trialmaster glanced at him. “Little brat, did you reach the end of the Ocean of Death?”

Lu Yin nodded, and then he looked at the old man. “Mentor, do you know something?”

The Trialmaster shook his head. “Nope.”

Lu Yin did not believe him, but he didn’t ask any further questions since Coco and the others had just shown up.

“Brother Lu, did you really reach the end of the Ocean of Death?” Coco hurriedly asked. Xia Luo, Zora, and Michelle were there. Even Darkvoid, Meng Yue, and the others had shown up, and they were all staring at him.

Lu Yin took a deep breath. “Yes.”

They were shocked; even if they had guessed at the truth, they still hadn’t dared to believe it without confirmation. Even with Lu Yin verifying it now, they could still hardly believe it.

“What’s at the end? Is it as the legends say? Is there an island filled with corpses of powerhouses and an ancient inheritance?” Meng Yue asked anxiously.

Lu Yin forced a smile onto his face. “If there was an ancient inheritance there, I wouldn’t be like this right now.” He surveyed the crowd and then explained a bit more. “There’s indeed an island at the end of the Ocean of Death. And the island is indeed littered with corpses of powerhouses, but aside from that, there’s nothing else there.”

The group obviously didn’t believe him.

“Liar. There’s an inheritance at the end of the Ocean of Death! That was verified a long time ago!” Coco was completely straightforward.

Lu Yin shook his head. “I’m not lying, and I don’t even have a reason to lie to you. Perhaps others received some kind of inheritance, but I didn’t.”

The crowd sighed. However, regardless of whether they believed him or not, they could not get any more information from Lu Yin.

Xia Luo enquired, “Were there any signs of someone else besides you reaching the island?”

Lu Yin nodded. “Yes. Their tracks were quite obvious, and didn’t seem to be from that long ago.”

“That should be the rumored Arbiter,” Xia Luo said. He then left, seemingly holding no interest in the inheritance.

The others left as well, allowing Lu Yin to rest.

Lu Yin did not know whether or not they believed him, but there had indeed been no inheritance on the island. Anyway, when he combined what he saw with what he had seen inside the centipede's body, the only logical conclusion was that those pikes were from some power. And then there were those loud voices—Five? Six? Changing the sky? Rebel? Fake? Massacre?

These words reverberated through Lu Yin’s mind for a long time, but he did not know what they meant.

The Trialmaster might, but the old man did not plan to tell Lu Yin.

During the more-or-less ten days that he had spent sailing across the Ocean of Death, Lu Yin’s greatest reward had to have been that opportunity to observe the finger and its details. Right, the Stargazing Deck.