Chapter 499: Chapter 500: Reunion with the Third Saint

Looking at the void passage ahead, Zhong Lin did not hesitate and directly flew into it.

However, as soon as he stepped in, a violent air current rushed towards him, so fierce that it could tear a person into pieces.

“Is this… astral wind? How can there be such fierce astral wind in the passage?”

Zhong Lin quickly circulated his Spiritual Origin, condensing the “Ten Directions Gang Evil” above his head to block the invasion of the astral wind.

The so-called astral wind is the violent wind flow above the Ninth Heaven. If a Martial Artist flies upwards, the higher they fly, the more intense the atmospheric wind becomes. Once reaching heights of tens of thousands of zhang, the air flow is fierce enough to tear a person into pieces, known as astral wind.

Even a Life and Death Realm expert who has cultivated an undying body is unwilling to endure the astral wind, let alone other Martial Artists. Although they can protect their bodies with Spiritual Origin, they must be extremely cautious. Otherwise, they will become exhausted in the astral wind layer, eventually being smashed to pieces.

Of course, there are many treasures within the astral wind layer, such as the brilliance of stars, essences of the sun and moon, and heavenly meteorite essences.

Some Martial Artists even specifically fly into the Ninth Heaven’s astral wind layer to temper their Lifebound Weapon or physical body using the power of the astral wind.

Instantly, Zhong Lin felt fierce winds howling from all directions, with wails and cries resounding everywhere. An endless pressure pressed and struck him. Looking around, black wind columns formed tornadoes, swirling around with spirituality, as if searching for flesh and blood creatures to devour.

Such a terrifying scene, a Xuandan Realm Martial Artist would likely be torn to pieces immediately.

“What a terrifying astral wind! No wonder only Life and Death Realm Martial Artists are permitted to attempt breaking through to the Saint Realm. Without an undying body, it wouldn’t be long before being torn apart.”

Feeling the rapidly depleting Spiritual Origin, Zhong Lin directly summoned the Donghuang Bell to hover above his head.

The Donghuang Bell, which had already transformed into a King’s Weapon, instantly shed a myriad of radiant lights, firmly protecting Zhong Lin and blocking any astral wind from invading.

For a moment, all the astral winds around had no power, all obstructed outside.

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhong Lin left a gap in the radiant light, allowing a strand of astral wind to blow through.

“It is said that the Ninth Heaven’s astral wind can be used to temper the body, but I don’t know if it’s true.”

Whether it’s true or not is unknown, but the pain is definitely real.

A strand of astral wind blew, and Zhong Lin felt as if undergoing a thousand cuts, with intense pain sweeping through his entire body, his flesh being flayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not daring to slack off, he quickly circulated the “Undying Scripture,” mobilizing the Five Elements Qi within his body to swiftly repair his flesh.

This Ninth Heaven’s astral wind was all-pervasive; the flesh was just the most basic. It could even blow through pores and acupoints to the bones, like a sharp blade scraping bone, making crackling sounds.

Pain!

Excruciating pain!

Zhong Lin’s brow furrowed tightly but he did not give up, because he could feel that his body was indeed strengthening, and the progress of the “Undying Scripture” was speeding up, increasing his usual cultivation speed by dozens of times.

Enduring the intense pain, he continued flying while tempering his body. The deeper he went, the more intense the astral wind became. At this moment, even a mass of steel would be blown into powder, but when blowing on the Donghuang Bell, it only produced a faint humming sound.

Buzz!

As if passing through a world, the astral wind around suddenly disappeared, and a city appeared abruptly before Zhong Lin’s eyes.

Ancient and magnificent.

“Here?”

Zhong Lin retracted the Donghuang Bell into his Dantian, curiously observing the ancient city before him, yet his steps did not stop, directly flying into it.

Upon stepping onto it, he instantly felt the world become vast and the space infinitely extending, as if reaching another world.

A refreshing breath came to him, mountains and waters clear everywhere, flowers covering hills and seas, countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, Spiritual Beasts running and growing all over the place.

Many palaces were built within the city, and Zhong Lin could feel the powerful aura emanating from them.

“So this is it, the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land governs a domain, how could it only have that little strength on the surface, it turns out all of it is hidden here.” Zhong Lin was shocked in his heart.

The higher a Martial Artist’s cultivation, the longer their lifespan. Nirvana Realm could live for five thousand years, let alone after opening the Soul Palace in the Transcendent Realm, a Martial Artist would have the ability of body seizing. Although after body seizing, cultivation would hardly surpass the first life, yet with thousands of years of accumulation, the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land has long possessed countless powerhouses.

“Indeed, no Holy Land is easy to deal with, its deep foundation is simply astounding.”

As Zhong Lin sighed with emotion, a young man stepped out from a magnificent palace blooming with flowers, his body containing immense power, as he breathed, star clouds formed above his head.

“I heard a few days ago that a disciple came to break through to the Saint Realm, but I didn’t expect it to be Junior Brother Zhong.”

A deep voice sounded, and before the words fell, that figure had arrived in front of Zhong Lin.

Seeing the person in front of him, Zhong Lin’s pupils shrank slightly, for the visitor was an acquaintance.

“Inner Sect Disciple Zhong Lin greets Third Saint Heir, Senior Brother Wan.”

Zhong Lin cupped his hands in salute, flawless in etiquette.

“Hahaha, Junior Brother Zhong is too polite, no need for such formalities.”

The visitor was precisely the Third Saint Heir, Wan Yuze, who had some conflict with Zhong Lin.

At the Outer Sect Championship, Zhong Lin made him lose face. If not for ultimately forming the Immortal Golden Core and being valued by the Master, drawn into the Sword Pavilion, who knows what troubles might have followed!

He thought they would have no more encounters, unexpectedly meeting here again.

“It seems Junior Brother Zhong still holds some grudge against me!”

Wan Yuze spoke with a sigh: “Indeed, I was wrong in the matter of the Outer Sect Championship. I apologize to you here, hoping for your forgiveness.”

After speaking, he stepped back and bowed deeply with his hands clasped towards Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin raised an eyebrow and quickly sidestepped.

“What is Senior Brother Wan doing, how dare Zhong Lin accept such a gesture from Senior Brother Wan, it’s not permissible, not permissible.”

Though unsure of Wan Yuze’s intentions, as long as Zhong Lin remained respectful, he had no need to fear him.

Though he was a Saint Heir, Zhong Lin was a Sword Pavilion Disciple, with his Master and Senior Brother being Sealing King Level powerhouses, a true martial aristocrat. As long as he didn’t seek trouble himself, he could practically walk sideways in the entire Heavenly Sword Sacred Land.

Well, not walking sideways, that’s for crabs.

Wan Yuze chuckled bitterly: “Does Junior Brother Zhong think I am ridiculous for changing my attitude?”

“I dare not.”

“The Nirvana Fruit from the Outer Sect Championship first place was of great use to me, hence I interfered within the permitted rules. However, I did not expect Junior Brother Zhong to emerge suddenly. Even if you were an ordinary disciple, I would not attack you, but merely expressing ill will against you would cause others to act. Yet, unexpectedly Junior Brother you formed a First-grade Pill, your talent so exceptional that Elder Xi took you as a disciple. I extinguished my intentions then.

Now that Brother Tu has reached Sealing King, with two Kings in the Sword Pavilion, the limelight is unmatched for a time.

You don’t know that upon hearing this news, besides being happy, I was also filled with fear.”

“Fear?”

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