White smoke rose up and enveloped Ning Wange and the skeleton altar. Ning Wange didn't panic at all. He was still sitting on the top of the altar with his legs crossed. He looked calm and his eyes were closed.
A different color finally appeared in the world formed by black and red. However, it was only limited to the white smoke. The other parts of the hall where the three of them were were still black and red.
Wang Lin scanned the area with his divine sense. Seeing that Ning Wange was fine, he retracted his divine sense. He turned to Daluo and said, "Junior Brother Daluo, please help protect him. I'll go take a look at the formation over there."
Light and shadow flickered over his body, and the rock-like heavy armor separated from him. Light surged from within the armor, and an extremely majestic burly man appeared. He donned the armor, and it was the Origin Spirit of the Ancestral Crocodile Divine Armor, which had already reached the Mahayana Stage — the Crocodile God.
Wearing the Ancestral Crocodile Divine Armor, the Crocodile God stood outside the array with a solemn expression. Silently, he looked at Wang Lin's Great Demon Avatar standing in the center of the array.
Wang Lin trusted Grand Luo. He separated the Ancestral Crocodile Divine Armor from his body because it would make it easier for his Great Demon Avatar to analyze the fragments.
Grand Luo looked at the white smoke and was slightly lost in thought. Hearing Wang Lin's words, he came back to his senses and nodded. "Senior Brother Wang, please go ahead. I'll pay attention to the surroundings."
After saying that, he did not look in the direction of the altar anymore. His eyes became calm again. His demon power and divine sense spread out in all directions, gradually covering the entire hall.
Seeing this, Wang Lin walked to the array. The vertical eye between his brows stared at the fragments in the center of the array.
These fragments scattered in the center of the array looked like pieces of crystals. In this black and red world, they appeared black. However, Wang Lin could faintly feel that this was the original color of these crystal fragments.
Although the array patterns were still there, they were already broken and could no longer be used. Only the shape was left.
Looking directly at these crystal fragments, he could faintly feel some spiritual power aura.
Wang Lin sat cross-legged and picked up a fragment. It looked ordinary. Wang Lin injected his magic power into it, but the fragment did not move.
"Hmm?" The featureless, expressionless face of Wang Lin's Great Devil avatar remained calm and without a ripple of emotion. However, the red light in the vertical eye between his eyebrows grew increasingly dazzling.
Silently pondering for a moment, the red light in Wang Lin's vertical eye suddenly turned black. Then, this black light shot out and landed on the crystal shard.
The fragment trembled, and an unusual scene gradually appeared in Wang Lin's sea of consciousness.
A huge abyss seemed to appear in front of him. Within the abyss, there were tens of thousands of demons roaring. Demonic Qi soared into the sky, covering the entire world in darkness.
Wang Lin calmed his mind and walked towards the bottom of the abyss step by step. Demonic Qi spread to both sides, and many demonic creatures and devils were restless in the abyss.
Everything seemed to be warped, strange, and filled with unnaturalness, causing others to shrink back at the sight of it.
Just one glance was enough to make one have the urge to go crazy. It was as if a group of demons was about to tear his spiritual sea into countless pieces.
And at this moment, being immersed in it caused one's heart to tremble and find it hard to maintain their composure.
Wang Lin let out a violent roar. His entire aura was like that of a group of demons, bloodthirsty and crazy, chaotic and violent, twisted and hideous, cruel and evil.
He seemed to be happy to sink into the sea of demons and become a part of the abyss.
But in Wang Lin's heart, he guarded his spiritual sea, maintaining a clear mind. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Like this, he walked forward step by step in the abyss, devouring demonic Qi and the demonic creatures that approached him. He became stronger and stronger, becoming the most powerful of all the demons.
At this moment, Wang Lin's body was completely twisted beyond recognition. He was tall and thin, and his two legs were like bamboo poles, one long and one short.
At this moment, he no longer had two arms. Instead, he was like an octopus, with many arms extending out in all directions. They were of different thicknesses, and one of the thickest was even larger than his torso.
His head had already disappeared. Only a single eye could be seen on his chest and abdomen. It opened its bloody mouth and let out some meaningless syllables as it madly roared.
But as Wang Lin walked forward step by step, his body began to change again, gradually returning to its original appearance. In the end, although his entire body was extremely large and he was tens of thousands of feet tall, his body proportions had completely returned to that of a normal person.
Only his face could not be seen. There was only a vertical eye between his eyebrows that shone brightly.
At this moment, Wang Lin's body was not as terrifying as before. But the ferocious and violent aura he exuded was even stronger. Even the demons in the abyss bowed their heads and retreated, not daring to approach him.
Wang Lin went all the way to the bottom of the abyss. The scene changed. The chaotic and twisted demons and all sorts of sceneries disappeared. Everything returned to normal.
However, just like the pitch-black Demon Gate that had changed when they entered from the outside, the scene that seemed normal and orderly now contained a distorted feeling that made them feel even more uncomfortable. It clearly looked normal, but everything seemed to have been turned upside down, so much so that it was filled with a contradictory feeling that it was being torn apart.
At the bottom of the abyss, there were figures moving. These figures sensed Wang Lin's arrival and turned to look at him.
At this moment, Wang Lin seemed to see many of himself.
All of the figures looked exactly the same, just like Wang Lin's Great Devil avatar. Their faces were blank, with no facial features. They were expressionless, filled with chaos. However, there was a single eye on their foreheads that stared at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was unmoved. He continued forward, heading deeper into the abyss.
Those featureless faces Silently watched Wang Lin's movements with their single eye between their eyebrows. No one tried to stop him, no one tried to strike up a conversation, but no one looked away either. All of them coldly watched as Wang Lin continued forward.
As Wang Lin walked forward, he felt like this abyss was like an upside-down spire, and as he walked down, he felt like he was climbing to the top.
When the scene in front of him changed again, Wang Lin suddenly felt an intense pain from his brow.
The pupil of the vertical eye between his eyebrows became unfocused, and blood oozed out of the eye socket, flowing down the featureless face.
This vertical eye seemed to gradually disappear at this moment, and pus and blood gushed out from it.
One of his eyes seemed to have turned into a mournful scar!
Outside Wang Lin's Divine Sense, in the hall in reality, Grand Luo and Crocodile God were staring at Wang Lin's Great Demon Clone anxiously.
In reality, the black crystal in Wang Lin's Great Demon Clone's hand suddenly turned into a stream of light and shot into the vertical eye between Wang Lin's brows, blinding it instantly!
The vertical eye turned into a terrible scar. Blood flowed out from it, and the wound kept twisting as black rays of light shot out from it.
Grand Luo and Crocodile God were confused seeing this. They quickly went forward, trying to lend Wang Lin a hand.
However, at that moment, Grand Luo's Nine Qi clone on Mount Penglai in the Ying Ocean suddenly heard Lin Feng's voice transmission, "Grand Luo, don't touch him for now. Wait and see."
On Mount Penglai in the Ying Continent, Lin Feng's God of War clone opened his eyes and looked at Wang Lin's main body.
At that moment, a crack appeared on Wang Lin's main body's forehead. The crack twisted as it tried to widen, and black rays of light shot out from it.
Lin Feng looked at Wang Lin Silently. Wang Lin closed his eyes and said, "Master, I'm fine."
In the void battlefield, Wang Lin's Great Demon avatar sat motionlessly. But he reached out a finger and the other black crystal fragments in the formation fell in front of him. Then they turned into streams of light and flew into the vertical crack between his eyebrows.
Grand Luo and Crocodile God stared at Wang Lin's Great Demon Clone solemnly.
Meanwhile, in the Great Demon Clone's sea of consciousness, the vertical eye between his brows had completely turned into a long and thin crack as he continued to advance deeper into the Abyss.
As soon as the crack appeared, Wang Lin felt as if he had been reborn.
He continued to move forward, heading towards the deepest part of the abyss. As he moved forward, the faceless, expressionless face gradually changed. It was no longer blank like before. The facial features reappeared, and Wang Lin's appearance changed back to that of himself.
The only difference was the vertical crack between his brows. It was pitch-black, and there was a faint red light flashing in its depths.
At that moment, Wang Lin's monstrous Demon Will shook the entire Abyss. Behind him, the demons with vertical eyes and featureless faces all bowed at his back.
Wang Lin himself felt as if he had completely turned into a demon among demons. Even his consciousness and concept had changed completely.
However, he still maintained the last bit of clarity in his heart. He was not lost, not confused, not changed, and not confused.
As Wang Lin walked on this path, he seemed to see other figures on the road.
There were far fewer of these figures than the demons he had seen before, but they were all much more powerful. Each of them looked like a normal person, but their expressions were a little colder and more apathetic. The only thing they had in common was the vertical crack between their eyebrows.
Wang Lin frowned slightly as he looked at these people. He had never met some of them before, but he had seen images of them in the human cultivation world of the Divine Land.
"The Blissful Demon Sovereign Shu Yingxian, the Terminating Demon Sovereign Guo Kai, the Massacre Demon Sovereign Kang Zhuo …" Wang Lin narrowed his eyes. All he could see were the leading figures of the Demon Path who had stirred up waves in the Divine Land during the Middle era, the peak experts of the Primordial Demon Cult under the command of the Primordial Demon Lord Jiang Zhaoyang.
On this path, there were people walking at different speeds. At the end of the path, there was a dazzling white light. As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness. It was not dazzling, but it made people tremble from the depths of their souls.
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