Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 672 - 667: Resentment of the Devil 3

Chapter 672: Chapter 667: Resentment of the Devil 3

Lin Xin didn’t say another word, he turned around and walked away.

Lu Qiaoqiao yelled loudly from behind, but he ignored her.

At times like this, saving others was not the priority, saving himself came first.

If he remembered correctly, the Resentful Spirit Chanters should have been led away by Lu Qiaoqiao and another to buy time, but he hadn’t expected them to return so quickly.

"Wait for me!!" Lu Qiaoqiao desperately crawled outward.

But Lin Xin didn’t care at all, quickly entering the red light, and soon he disappeared from sight.

Despair flashed in Lu Qiaoqiao’s eyes.

She struggled to prop up her body with a Broken Sword, staggering step by step towards the outside.

Hiss...

Suddenly, a black round hole appeared behind her, revealing a large mass of pitch-black vortexes inside.

The Resentful Spirit Chanters slowly climbed out of it and, seeing the chaotic great hall, became immediately furious.

"Husila..."

All three mouths began to chant simultaneously.

A layer of dark yellow light instantly rose from below, binding Lu Qiaoqiao’s legs and quickly spreading upwards.

"No!!"

Lu Qiaoqiao struggled frantically, but having exhausted her strength, she couldn’t break free.

Watching the approaching Resentful Spirit Chanters, panic finally flashed across her eyes for the first time.

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With a gurgle, Lin Xin, along with two others, burst out from the center of a massive black pupil, and the surrounding gray Polar Region was instantly nullified.

Everything returned to its normal colors.

Lin Xin glanced behind him; the massive black eye slowly began to dissipate and turn transparent.

The exit started to conceal itself again.

He carefully kept watch around him as this was when he was at his weakest. If a Fifth Rank Human Immortal suddenly appeared to intercept him, the outcome was uncertain.

In the dark waters, there were also Formation Arrays set up by the Polar Elder, but because the mental imprint of the one who had set the Formation had dissipated, and the Formation was under the control of five people, it didn’t take long for Lin Xin to find the Formation’s core and come out of it.

This place was also isolated by the Polar Elder’s Formation, which should provide some support for a while.

"Perhaps I could rest and recuperate here.... No... If the Resentful Spirit Chanters can still come out, then staying would be seeking my own death."

Dismissing this thought, Lin Xin picked up the two people and quickly walked outward.

He walked slowly, as the corpses of monsters that had been cleared away earlier lay everywhere. Faint golden lights were still shining in the air, indicating that the previous Formation was still active.

When he reached the edge of the Formation, he carefully examined it, calculating the core and vulnerabilities of the Formation.

Soon, he lightly tapped the void with his hand, and he, along with the Zeng siblings, instantly disappeared from their spot.

On the banks of the Resentful Spirit River, Lin Xin, holding the two others, looked out at the rolling black mist atop the black river, his expression uncertain.

"Xin brother... can you put me down..."

Zeng Zhuo, whom he had been carrying in his left hand, finally woke up, his complexion deathly pale, clearly very weak.

"Brother Zeng, you’re awake?"

Lin Xin smiled and put him down.

"Thank you for saving my life, Daoist."

Upon standing, Zeng Zhuo bowed deeply to Lin Xin, bending at the waist for a long time without straightening up.

"Brother Zeng, you are too polite. This isn’t the time for such pleasantries. Is there any way to cross this river?"

He was also extremely weak, and he still held valuable treasures like the Chira mask, which he didn’t know the function of yet. From the conversation between the two Polar Elders, he deduced that it might be a complete Ancient Divine Artifact.

As for its function, he would need to check that himself later.

Zeng Zhuo smiled faintly.

"This isn’t difficult."

He first took Murong Jun from Lin Xin’s hands, checked his adopted sister’s condition, then eyed his own and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

He took out a Black Talisman with Gold Patterns from his clothes and handed it to Lin Xin.

"Brother Xin, this is a Life Talisman I painstakingly refined. It can momentarily isolate us from over three thousand different types of negative energies in the surroundings, and it should also work on this Resentful Spirit River. However..."

"However, what?"

Lin Xin pressed for an answer.

"However, it can only be used by two people at once and only once."

Zeng Zhuo shook his head with a bitter smile.

"This was originally prepared as a lifesaver for my sister and me, but I didn’t anticipate the current situation."

Lin Xin’s expression became solemn as he pondered for a moment.

"You take your sister across the river. I have my own way."

"There’s no need for that." Zeng Zhuo pushed the Black Talisman back into Lin Xin’s hand.

"You take Little Jun across. I’ll stay here and find another way across."

"There’s no need for that."

Lin Xin shook his head.

"I’m not just talking; I really do have a way. Don’t worry; I won’t joke with my own safety."

After pushing back and forth for a while, Zeng Zhuo finally agreed to take his sister across the river.

He also hastily gave Lin Xin their address and identity, inviting him to visit them if he was ever free.

Both were peak masters of a major force in their small world and also counted as Elders of their sect. After exchanging contact information, Zeng Zhuo carried his sister into the air, activated the Black Talisman shakily, and flew into the surface of the Resentful Spirit River, quickly disappearing from sight.

Lin Xin watched the two leave and waited a bit longer. Seeing that there was no one around and noting no sensation of being watched by a powerful entity,

he then touched his forehead.

Hiss...

A black shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

This person had three heads, each with a female face, and their body was covered in silvery-gray scales, surrounded by wisps of black gas, giving off an intensely cold aura.

"Merge."

Lin Xin smiled and spread his arms, as the figure behind him slowly walked towards him.

The two actually merged into one, almost as if a cloak of black, void-like mist had been draped around Lin Xin.

"The Sacred Body, coming from the Underworld, fears not such Yin forces."

Lin Xin leaped from the ground and flew towards the Resentful Spirit River.

The black mist on the surface of the river was silently scattered upon touching him, much like ordinary fog, completely harmless.

With the power of the Sacred Body, Lin Xin moved and flew at high speed, heading back the same way he came.

Soon, several corpses of monks appeared on the river surface, floating and sinking, obviously having been there for some time.

"Those are the corpses eroded by the resentment from the Yin Demon."

Lin Xin recognized the corpses and started to look around for that group of black mist with eyes.

Soon, on his right front, he saw the slowly swaying stream of resentment from the Yin Demon.

It seemed slightly larger and was slowly meandering over the surface of the river, like a black snake.

Lin Xin narrowed his eyes and slowly approached the resentment from the Yin Demon.

As he neared, he clearly began to feel warmth flowing from the surface of his skin into his body.

This was exactly like the sensation when he acquired attribute points.

Glancing at the Free Attributes, they indeed began to slowly increase, although only by one point per second, it finally proved that the enhancement of attributes was indeed related to the resentment of the Yin Demon.

Lin Xin stopped ten meters away from the resentment of the Yin Demon, hovering motionless above the river surface.

This one-eyed black mist didn’t seem to notice his approach and continued to drift and float sluggishly.

Lin Xin checked the rate of increase of the attribute points and slowly approached it a bit more.

Suddenly, the attribute enhancement sped up, going from one point per second to two points per second.

The resentment from the Yin Demon seemed to sense something and abruptly stopped. The large single eye wobbled around looking in all directions before fixing its gaze directly on Lin Xin’s location.

Faint child-like singing sounds, known as the winds of death, echoed in the air, but with the Sacred Body protecting him, which was itself the strongest and greatest of Yin Demons, the influence of this Yin force was minimal.

Lin Xin kept his eyes fixed on the resentment from the Yin Demon and approached another meter closer.

The two were now only five meters apart.

The attribute points fluctuated even more intensely, soaring up three points per second.

In just a bit of time, Lin Xin had enhanced his Free Attributes by over three hundred points, and the speed was still increasing rapidly.

As his heart surged with joy, his craving for the resentment from the Yin Demon deepened.

Slowly, gently, he moved a bit closer to it.

The distance was now down to just two meters. Almost face to face, so close they were almost touching.

The rate of increase of Free Attributes had soared to five points per second.

Hiss!

Before Lin Xin could stabilize for long, the resentment from the Yin Demon suddenly emitted a strange hissing roar and lunged at him fiercely.

The surroundings went dark, as Lin Xin was wrapped entirely in black mist, losing all visibility.

Torrents of blistering heat rushed painfully across his skin and into his body.

It was as if he were in flames.

At the same time, countless emotions of resentment, anger, pain, and loneliness flooded into his mind!

All were the division’s endless negative emotions towards the Demon God King’s main body.

The blistering, torrid power of emotions, built up over tens of thousands of years, hadn’t dissipated but had grown even more intense and twisted.

Such negative emotions surged into Lin Xin’s mind like an ocean.

His mind went blank.

Memories accumulated over tens of thousands of years by the Demon God King’s division on the Resentful Spirit River.

Loneliness, isolation, pain, despair.

After such a long, long time, the Demon God King’s division had gradually fallen into distortion. He began to resent the main body for placing him there, started to rage against a destiny he couldn’t resist, and even twisted his nature due to loneliness.

These were all the negative emotions the Demon God King’s division had extruded. After cleansing himself, he chose to return to the main body, but those separated impurities were left drifting on the Resentful Spirit River.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

"Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!"

Countless voices, countless memories, surged into Lin Xin’s mind.

Fortunately, he had experience handling such vast mountains of memories before; otherwise, at the moment of contact, he could have been blasted into utter idiocy. His conscious self would have been overtaken by the Demon God King’s negative emotions, transforming into a monster that knew only slaughter.

Free Attributes were rocketing crazily.

One thousand points.

Five thousand points.

Ten thousand points.

Twenty thousand points.

Fifty thousand points!

The speed of Free Attributes growth finally slowed down, stopping at just over sixty-five thousand points.

The black mist enveloping Lin Xin gradually seeped into his body, completely absorbed as Free Attributes.

"It’s finally over."

He exhaled a long breath, and seeing his attributes increase by over sixty-five thousand points, his heart surged with joy.

By now, as the levels of power increased, the enhancement of attributes wasn’t as impactful as in the beginning, where a few dozen or a few hundred points could make a significant difference.

The layer of power of a Human Immortal was too high; a few dozen, even a few thousand points, didn’t make much impact.

But tens of thousands of points were different.

Returning to his senses, Lin Xin’s mind was now filled with a mass of painful memories from the Demon God King’s division.

However, these meant little to him; the key was the attributes he had obtained.

Looking again where the original resentment from the Yin Demon had been, it had completely vanished without a trace.

Lin Xin looked around, seeing no bystanders, he swiftly flew towards the other side of the river.