Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 679 - 674: Offering Sacrifice to the Deity II

Chapter 679: Chapter 674: Offering Sacrifice to the Deity II

The Void Wasteland was filled with innumerable agonies, screams, and the resentful anger of Void demon spirits.

Every inch of this land was soaked with the blood of cultivators and demon spirits.

Leaving this wasteland behind, Lin Xin headed towards another location.

The more broken and desolate these tracts of wasteland were, the more they pleased him.

Yet, he felt there was still something missing.

As he moved farther from the Dragon Serpent Realm, the surrounding Void became even more desolate, and it was a long time before he saw another floating fragment of a world.

Lin Xin, wrapped in a pale green halo, shot through the Void like a meteor.

He occasionally took out the map of the Dragon Serpent Realm’s spatial distribution, checking it carefully. The map was marked with all the spatial worlds around the Dragon Serpent Realm that had already been explored.

After flying solo for several hours, Lin Xin soon landed on the wasteland of an uninhabited dead land.

This piece of wasteland, shaped like a seashell and slightly concave, exhibited a faint pink hue in the Void.

Lin Xin slowly stepped on the mud beneath his feet.

It was damp, soft, and contained a lot of moisture.

"This place..." Lin Xin took out the map for a look.

There was no record of this wasteland on the map of the areas surrounding the Dragon Serpent Realm. The furthest known spatial fragment was tens of Spirit Miles away from here.

And one Spirit Mile was equal to one hundred miles, meaning this place was thousands of miles away from the range of this map.

Lin Xin simply put the map away and looked around.

This spatial wasteland was very small, and an average person could likely walk to its peak in just over ten minutes.

The ground was shrouded everywhere with faint traces of red.

He squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and smelled it in the palm of his hand.

"So fishy..."

Frowning, Lin Xin tossed the soil and stood up.

"This must be a fragment of a world left behind from the wars of the gods in the ancient era. The fishy smell here is not only from Void demon spirits, but there’s also a hint of the Evil God’s aura."

Having dealt with Evil Gods from the Underworld, he was extremely sensitive to their aura.

"Never mind, let’s give it a try."

He closed his eyes and began to disperse his consciousness into many fragments, slowly and evenly raining them down to seep into the pink mud beneath his feet.

’Listen... listen to the teachings of all things...’ No sooner had he dispersed his consciousness and sunk it downwards, he heard a series of low, vast exhalations filled with an ancient aura whispering in his ear.

Lin Xin did not pay attention to these remnants of the Evil God, and seeped deeper into the wasteland’s inner regions.

His consciousness passed through countless pink clumps of soil, burrowing deeper and deeper. He could clearly feel the surrounding soil becoming redder and darker.

In just a moment, the surroundings had turned completely bloody, as if submerged in blood.

Even though it was only his consciousness that was touching it, he could feel the area was filled with endless fishiness.

The extremely intense black Death Qi, like resentful spirits, even began to have their consciousness, moving through the blood-colored soil nearby.

They condensed into jets of black Qi with human heads, screaming and howling in agony, shuttling through the bloody mud.

The arrival of Lin Xin’s consciousness did not disturb them; the Death Qi acted on its own, seemingly devoid of any control from a conscious mind.

"Indeed, it’s the Gods’ Fallen Land..."

Lin Xin was slightly shocked.

Gods’ Fallen Land indicated that at least one Sixth Rank Evil God had perished here. The very essence of an Evil God was incredibly formidable, and eradicating their existence completely required an enormous cost.

And one of those costs was the transformation of the fertile plane under Lin Xin’s feet into a polluted dead land.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xin felt his consciousness was extremely comfortable in this environment.

Everything around him did not reject him. On the contrary, the blood mud here, including the Death Qi, seemed to be accepting, embracing, and drawing close to him.

This piece of wasteland was more intimate and accommodating to him than any other place.

"The remnants of the Evil God can keep weaker creatures at bay. The blood mud here, filled with countless Death Qi, is indeed a big problem for ordinary people, but for me, with my physique, it’s not much of an issue."

Lin Xin carefully weighed the pros and cons.

"Could it be that my Land for God Worship is right here?"

The Land for God Worship could reflect to a certain degree the spiritual essence of a cultivator. Lin Xin had not expected that his spiritual essence would resonate with a wasteland of the Gods’ Fallen Land to such an extent.

After feeling once more the compatibility between his consciousness and this land, Lin Xin hesitated, but ultimately decided.

He would make this the place for his Land for God Worship.

To use the land where an Evil God had fallen as the Land for God Worship was a move that even Demonic Cultivators would not dare to make. The Death Qi there, even if faced by Undying Cultivators with the strongest bodies, was a burden they wouldn’t want to carry lightly. After all, unless one was a complete undead creature, a cultivator’s soul would also be subject to the invasion of Death Qi.

Nobody had ever heard of someone choosing wasteland as their Land for God Worship; everyone always aimed for fertile ground.

Lin Xin guessed he might be the first person in history to choose the wasteland of an Evil God’s fallen land.

The Land for God Worship is a step in confirming one’s Immortal Foundation.

The first step is to integrate one’s consciousness with the earth and gain its recognition.

This step, on this piece of land, was effortlessly compatible for Lin Xin.

Soon, he felt as if he had no body, that his body was this fragment of a world, this piece of earth.

The sensation was strange, as if he had suddenly grown very large. His original body had disappeared, replaced by an entire huge plane suspended in the Void.

With the consciousness at the Fourth Level Spiritual Realm of a Human Immortal already possessing a certain special spirituality,

Lin Xin dispersed every piece of his consciousness, integrating them into this land. Only then did he truly feel the importance of enhancing soul spirituality in the Spiritual Realm and extreme spirituality in the Polar Region.

He lay down on his back, resting upon this land.

His tremendous Soul Power gradually merged into this wasteland, merging with it to become one.

Boom.

The entire plane suddenly trembled.

Lin Xin’s body began to sink down, swallowed by the surrounding mud, sinking towards the deepest parts of the wasteland.

Everything returned to calm once more.

It seemed as if nothing had happened in the void, and no traces were left behind, just like before.

Time trickled away little by little.

One month had passed, then two months.

One year passed... two years... ten years... twenty years...

In the blink of an eye, a century had passed.

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Dragon Serpent Realm

Inside the Deep Fire Palace, the Dragon Serpent slowly awoke from his cultivation practice with a calculating flick of his fingers, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Go tell Lin Yaoyang, Lieshan is still in seclusion. Gift her a Spring Rain Pill to preserve her youth and extend her life," he ordered in a low voice.

"Yes."

Within the empty Deep Fire Palace, a figure twisted and then suddenly vanished.

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Qiushi

Lin Yaoyang accepted the pill handed to her by the envoy.

"So you mean, my brother hasn’t gone missing?"

Her heart relaxed fiercely.

The envoy was a well-known female cultivator at the same level as Yuan Jing, tasked by others to deliver the medicine from her sect.

She replied with a smile,

"How could he go missing? Taoist Lieshan is a Human Immortal, at such a realm, although it is a bit long, retiring to close cultivation for over a hundred years is acceptable."

She smiled, slightly envious.

"Having such a capable brother, Yaoyang, your luck and blessings are not small."

"That’s what you say," Lin Yaoyang gently stroked her waist-length, black hair, as silky strands continuously slipped through her fingers.

"It’s just that I always end up frightened and worried. I can’t help but be concerned."

The female cultivator shook her head,

"If you are worried, just move to the Dragon Serpent Realm. Staying in Qiushi does no good for you or your brother. If his enemies remember you, he will have to divert some of his power to protect you.

If you move to the Dragon Serpent Realm, with the Soul Fire present there, you can generally see the condition of your brother at any time and you won’t be so worried."

Lin Yaoyang fell silent, showing none of the strong opposition she once had.

Qiushi had long been presided over with honor by the Lin Family alone, and Lin Shizaki had grown old, having tutored grandchildren who were gradually coming into their own.

More than a hundred years had passed...

Such a length of time was enough to change too much.

The Lin Family had long developed into a flourishing clan, Lin Zongze, Lin Yu, Lin Haochen.

These three up-and-coming youths had become the new generation of young masters in the Qiushi Region.

"Perhaps, it’s time for me to consider it," she mused.

Lin Xin had many times asked her to move to the Dragon Serpent Realm and live with him. But she had refused, and now...

She watched as the people around her aged, while she maintained the appearance of a woman in her twenties.

This disparity was gradually eroding her familial bonds.

"Move there," the female cultivator advised with a smile, "Even a fool could see your brother’s feelings for you."

"I’ll think about it..." Lin Yaoyang gently pressed down on the hem of her skirt, coyly covering her black-stockinged legs.

In years past, men had pursued her, but after learning she had a brother who was a true disciple of the formidable Green Lake Mountain sect, most backed off, not daring to come close.

The name Green Lake Mountain, this terrifyingly powerful name, prevented any force from opposing the Lin Family in Qiushi.

Just the reputation alone had pressured the entire region of Qiushi and the surrounding powers for a full hundred years, leaving them gasping for breath.

And as long as Lin Yaoyang left, the watchful gaze of Green Lake Mountain would shift from this place with her departure.

After all, the reason that gaze was cast here was mainly because of her.

The thoughts of the female cultivator actually represented the desires of the surrounding powers.

They couldn’t wait for her to leave quickly.

Lin Yaoyang, as a commanding figure, was well aware of these thoughts.

At times, she also thought about marrying her brother, living a shameless and happy life every day, not caring about anything else, having a bunch of chubby children and growing the family.

But... she just, still felt somewhat unwilling.

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"Where am I?"

Lin Xin slowly regained consciousness, surrounded by a sea of blood-red.

Around him were streams of black energy bearing human heads, constantly whirling and dancing around him.

The faces of the heads were male and female, old and young, some with long hair, some with rotten features.

They wailed, sobbed, laughed maniacally, emitting sounds that were part pain, part joyous shrieks.

"That’s right... I remember now... this place is the Land for God Worship I have chosen..."

Lin Xin came to his senses; he had slept too long. A hundred years—many of his memories and consciousness had started to fade.

"My body..."

He suddenly realized something, as if some miraculous change had occurred within him.

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