Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations
Wang Lin looked at the end of the path ahead, the white light that induced fear.
Besides him, everyone else walking on this road stared at where the light came from, and slowly trudged towards their final destination.
Wang Lin could feel that, just like these people, he was within an alternate dimension. He could walk without any hindrance along this avenue, but the others on the road were just marching on the spot.
Passing by person after person, Wang Lin arrived at the two people closest to the white light.
The duo stood side by side, with distinctly different appearances. One was a young monk, with face as pristine as imperial jade, seemingly regal and solemn. He exuded tranquility and was brimming with the essence of intelligence and self-awareness.
Though the vertical crevice at the center of his forehead festered with satanic energy, it did not interfere with the benevolent zen energy emancipating from the monk.
His vessel was the perfect fusion of the mercy of Buddhism and wickedness of Satanism.
But when Wang Lin saw the face of this monk, he immediately recalled a hologram projection he once saw.
He is Wu Bei Divine Monks of Great Thunderclap Temple, commonly regarded as the most outstanding disciple of Buddhism, after Buddha journeyed to the Dead Sea and his top ten disciples reached Nirvana. Also known as the Seventh Saha Elder, he brought glory to Buddhism.
Despite the great expectation placed on Wu Bei, he eventually joined Satanism, going under the command of Ancient Satanic Master Jiang Shaoyang, earning himself the title of Satanic Master Wu Bei. Those after him commonly referred to him as Satanic Buddha Wu Bei, or Satanic Monk Wu Bei.
This incidence of Wu Bei’s betrayal of Buddhism and defection to Satanism was one of the worst humiliations in the history of the Great Thunderclap Temple, as well as the biggest scandal.
Later in the war between the humans and satans during the late Middle Ages, after being defeated by the then Tai Yi Holy Man of the Great Void Sect, Wu Bei fought his way back to the Great Thunderclap Temple and started a bloodbath there. When he finally perished and reached Nirvana, he was neither hysteric nor remorseful. In a serene demeanor and without speaking a word, he turned into eighty one black satanic relics.
By the side of Satanic Buddha Wu Bei, stood a tall woman. Wu Bei had a long and lanky body. He was a head above normal people, but this woman was even taller than Wu Bei.
Her shoulder length hair was tough like strands of iron, draping across her somewhat beautiful face. On her left cheek, a horrifying scar ran from her left forehead down, cutting across and blinding her left eye, through her cheek, until her chin. The scar was long and broad, completely disfiguring her.
The existence of this scar made this tall woman look full of bloodlust and murderous intent. The blood in the scar shimmered under light, appearing savage and intimidating.
This woman was immensely powerful in satanic techniques, besting even Satanic Buddha Wu Bei beside her. Although her technique was not as harmonious and profound as Wu Bei’s, it was more aggressive. It was both more violent and intensely evil.
With her level of cultivation, her human husk was definitely moulded by her Immortal Soul. Under normal circumstances, it would not be difficult if she wanted to repair the scar on her face. The only two possible explanations are either someone impaired her Tao foundation, or she simply wanted it to remain that way.
The holographic projection of this woman was also as widely circulated as she was no less famous than her companion, Wu Bei. For she was the top assassin under Ancient Satanic Master Jiang Shaoyang, Satanic Master of Slaughter, Kang Zhuo.
The signature treasure of the Ancient Satanic Sect, Primordial Golden Boat, was under the command of Kang Zhuo most of the time. Her reputation as God Slayer was well known even in the heavens above and hell below.
The spectacular battle between her and Mount Shu Sword Sect’s leader Emerald Lotus Swordmaster Zhang Mu enjoyed long-lasting fame.
During her lifetime, much blood was spilt in her hands. She fought with demons, battled with humans, and went to war everywhere for the Ancient Satanic Sect, striking down innumerable formidable opponents, until she eventually perished under Hades Emperor Tian Hai during the war between the two realms.
Satanic Master Wu Bei and Satanic Master of Slaughter were the two strongest aces of the Satanic Sect under the command of Ancient Satanic Sect leader Jiang Shaoyang.
Presently, they were also the closest to the end of the path. Wang Lin turned around and looked, realizing that this was the specialty of the Ancient Satanic Sect’s satanic ways. It reflected the level of progress of the aces of the Satanic Sect when they were alive. There was no trace of remnant spell power from Kang Zhuo or Wu Bei.
It was the same for the various kinds of satans previously. The source that created this illusion was in the brilliant white light at the end of the road.
If Wang Lin was completely devoted to satanism himself, then the shadow of him would have been cast upon this path. Then depending on his level of progression in satanism, his location would be determined.
But he guarded the clarity in his Spiritual Altar and never truly turned into a satan. With the aid of his foundation from Celestial Sect of Wonders’ the Heavenly Classic of the Way’s Virtues, he was able to traverse freely in the abyss.
Though he never really belonged here, he was able to advance.
Wang Lin maintained his inner peace, moving pass Satanic Buddha Wu Bei and Satanic Master of Slaughter, Kang Zhuo. Keeping up with his progress, he stepped foot into the white light before him.
Upon his entrance into the white light, Wang Lin’s body and mind shook violently. He almost lost guard of that last bit of clarity in his Spiritual Altar.
Wang Lin’s will was firm and resolute. Moreover, he specialized in the practice of spells, such that even the Supreme Heart Devil could not waver his mind.
To Wang Lin, at his stage of cultivation, the devil in his heart never dies and is omnipresent. But as soon as they appear he banishes them, and they vanish without a trace. Unless Wang Lin himself deliberately keep them for the purpose of practice, they are not able to leave a mark on his Spiritual Altar.
But at this instant, Wang Lin felt that his mind was destabilized.
The cause for his unstable mind was not the work of Heart Devils, but his emotions and thoughts, which experienced a tremendous change.
In that very moment, Wang Lin vaguely felt that as if the thoughts of a thousand other people were poured into his mind – their past, present, and future; it was almost limitless.
It was not that Wang Lin could read minds, or that he was familiar with the change in people’s inner emotions. Nonetheless, the thoughts of everyone else, right then, were like Wang Lin’s own thoughts and awareness.
Wang Lin’s face, which was already calmed, started to experience change again. His appearance shifted continuously, becoming that of one person after another. Some he could remember he saw before, but mostly they were faces of strangers.
The vertical crevice at the center of his forehead started to slowly healing, miraculously.
The atmospheric white light peeked into the crevice, washing out the red light in the crevice gradually. However, the red light was not repressed or banished, but eventually turned into white light.
During this process, the crevice began closing and disappearing. Though the progress was slow, it was indeed happening.
Wang Lin forced himself to stabilize his mind, but felt that his effort was in vain.
Besides the Great Satanic Avatar in the Void Battleground, even Wang Lin’s original body on Yingzhou Celestial Mountain on Ying Sea started to vibrate intensely. The crevice on his forehead twisted incessantly.
Seeing such, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. Raising his hand, he pointed a finger towards the center of Wang Lin’s forehead.
But halfway through his finger’s movement, Lin Feng halted his action again. He retracted his finger, watching over Wang Lin silently instead.
A moment later, Wang Lin’s original body suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were flooded by a sea of light and his body was no longer human-shaped – it was his Immortal Soul Avatar, the Netherworld Taiji Diagram.
The crevice at the center of the Taiji Diagram twisted continuously, as red light gradually became white line in the fissure.
But Wang Lin’s Immortal Soul Avatar slowly stabilized.
In the Void Battleground, Wang Lin steadied his Great Satanic Avatar’s mind once more.
Wang Lin looked forward in the misty white light, only to see an elegant middle-aged man standing there. His hair was half grey, but he did not look old at all. With his handsome features, he exuded a peculiar charm, like a satanic deity.
Standing there with his arms crossed behind, he finally slowly turned around to look at Wang Lin, sensing the change in him.
Looking at this middle-aged man, Wang Lin’s pupils contracted slightly. This person was nothing out of the ordinary, revealing absolutely no trace of satanic aura. Unlike the other satans, savage and distorted, he was not ferocious, lunatic, or bloodthirsty. It was like his entire person was made from the same fabric used to create this world, so perfectly fused with all beings, harmonious to a fault.
Just by looking, it was impossible to notice any trace of Satanic Sect’s spells. The only exception being that at the center of his forehead, there was a black hole, from which a faint white lay radiated out.
In fact, the white light that permeated the entire void actually all beamed out from this hole.
Wang Lin was aware that it was not supposed to be a hole, but a mournful crevice, like those on the many satans outside.
However, the vertical crevice in the middle of this middle-aged man’s forehead was recovering rapidly. Hence, the crack was gradually disappearing, leaving behind this incompletely recovered scar that resembled a hole.
This middle-aged man, to the cultivators in human clans on the Divine Lands, was far more famous than Satanic Buddha Wu Bei and Satanic Master of Slaughter Kang Zhuo. No doubt, his name resonated with more people.
For he was the chief of all satans and the leader of Ancient Satanic Sect – Ancient Satanic Master Jiang Shaoyang.
Most people did not know that after Shaoyang fell into the Netherworld Sea, he once returned to the Greater World during the Middle Ages. Hence, in the mind of almost every person, regardless of righteous people or satanic ones, Jiang Shaoyang was honored as the most powerful person in the human realm during the Middle Ages.
Jiang Shaoyang turned his ahead towards Wang Lin, who looked into his eyes peacefully. As soon as they made eye contact, a hundred thousand light shadows flashed concurrently, from one origin and returning to that same source.
On Yingzhou Celestial Mountain, Wang Lin’s original body returned back to human form from Netherworld Taiji Diagram, kneeling before Lin Feng. He said, “master, the Ancient Satanic Heart Curse is indeed a work of wonder, magical and mysterious. It originates from the Heart Devil, but not simply describable with the term ‘Heart Devil’”.
“At the beginning of time, there was nothing. No substance, no time, no space, no life, but also no emotions. This Ancient Satanic Heart Curse imitates the first emotion and will when the world was created – without start or beginning, without end or conclusion. It follows all lifeform, just as tribulation does.”
“Using it against spells, it is highly wicked and unpredictable, going straight for one’s mind and difficult to guard against.”
Wang Lin breathed out deeply, then said, “before being shattered, that black crystal was supposedly from when Hades Emperor Tianhai annihilated Jiang Shaoyang, intended to be used for rebirth via the Ancient Satanic Heart Curse. Jiang Shaoyang reborned with this, but this black crystal of rebirth somehow fell into the grasp of Hades Emperor Tianhai. Later, it was obtained by the Hades Empress. That’s why it appeared here, but at last, it was broken for another unknown reason.”
“The Jiang Shaoyang that I saw was barely a hologram preserved by the Ancient Satanic Heart Curse. It contained no satanic energy or aura from Jiang Shaoyang himself,” said Wang Lin, as his eyes glimmered, “as you said, master, this is an opportunity for me. Fellow Ning has not completed her trial yet too. I want to go for it.”
Lin Feng smiled gently and said, “sure, as long as you are in control of yourself.”
Wang Lin nodded his head and closed his eyes once more.
The palace of the Black and Red World in the Void Battleground suddenly fell into utter silence. Ning Wan’ge sat on the sacrificial altar, enveloped in the white fog, whereas Wang Lin’s Great Satanic Avatar stayed put at the center of the spell formation, without any speech or movement.
Knowing the situation, Big Luo and the Crocodile God waited patiently and quietly, guarding the duo with spells.
Time passed by quickly. Just as Big Luo was inspecting the spell formation and sacrificial altar, he felt a tugging in his heart. He could somewhat feel an immense fluctuation in energy level happening outside the Black and Red World!
