Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 968 - 963: Eternal Trace 1

Chapter 968: Chapter 963: Eternal Trace 1

Moving along the grass, hills, Lin Xin stepped slowly toward the windmill.

The sky was overcast, as if painted in ink, and countless blades of grass grew on the black soil of the ground.

But these blades of grass gave Lin Xin the feeling as if they were fixed in place, transplanted from elsewhere.

They seemed to be planted upright in the soil.

He walked with great difficulty, occasionally checking his attributes bar; the attributes remained unchanged.

"Since my power attributes are intact, then the problem lies in this space."

Lin Xin suddenly stopped, then carefully surveyed his surroundings.

"If this place truly possesses pure gravity that can suppress me to this extent, then everything, every item here might....."

He slowly crouched down and reached into the soil beneath with a hard dig.

Hiss..

The black soil was grabbed into a handful by his five fingers.

The soil here was soft, very loose.

Lin Xin carefully looked at the handful of black soil, squinting slightly.

Hiss!

A flash of black light and the black soil instantly disappeared.

At the moment of devouring the black soil, Lin Xin suddenly felt a heavy weight fall upon him, as if his whole body was hung with a heavy iron lump.

He quickly looked at his attributes bar.

All the attributes were fiercely flickering. Evidently, they were frantically climbing up.

"This flickering frequency..... indeed, my guess was right, the density of the materials here is extremely terrifying."

A trace of delight flashed across Lin Xin’s heart.

In his current state, even if he’s devouring madly in the vast universe, the energy obtained would probably take hundreds of years to increase a single unit of one attribute.

This efficiency was still based on the premise that he could constantly devour non-stop every moment.

How many light-years does a galaxy span; if he wanted to completely devour a galaxy, he would have to travel for a long time just to cross the majority of the empty spaces to devour celestial bodies.

In this light, Lin Xin spent most of his time traveling, with only a small fraction of time to focus on devouring.

"But here, the density of the materials is so large, far more convenient and easy than devouring in the universe.

Indeed worthy of the Abyss floor."

Thinking this, Lin Xin stood up, his body slowly rising taller.

Behind him, with a ripping sound, more than a dozen pairs of huge white wings slowly extended and flapped.

Pairs of arms slowly stretched out from his back, and a huge black hole slowly expanded on his chest.

"Even if I can’t obtain the Primordial secret, just coming to this place, simply devouring is already worth it."

Lin Xin reached out and grabbed forward.

Boom!!!

The black hole on his chest suddenly exerted force, slowly and laboriously drawing in the black soil on the surrounding ground.

These black soils floated slowly upward, moving very gradually.

With Lin Xin’s current speed and strength, to be able to use force fields to float them up was already exhausting all his power.

Countless black soil, black gray bits of grass, began flying into the black hole in Lin Xin’s chest.

He slowly closed his eyes, concentrating to observe the changes in the attributes within his view.

All attributes improved were automatically allocated to four attributes by him.

Lin Xin remained standing motionless in place.

Time slowly passed.

One day, two days.

One month, two months.

One year, two years.....

Ten years.... a hundred years.....

Lin Xin’s swallowing speed became increasingly fast, increasingly terrifying.

The speed of the surrounding black soil originally floating slowly, as time went by, with his swallowing speed frantically increasing.

Faster, increasingly urgent.

Just like a vacuum cleaner, the surrounding black soil and grass were forcibly pulled and flew up, instantaneously entering the black hole on his chest.

And what surprised him even more was this surrounding black soil and grass, seemingly unable to be fully devoured no matter how much was devoured.

Once he swallowed a portion of the surrounding materials, soon the outer black soil and grass automatically flowed to the missing position.

"The time is too long, even if this place is completely disconnected from time and space with the vast universe, the time I can stay here is limited."

Lin Xin glanced at the changing color thread on his wrist.

By now, the thread had only a small portion remaining on his wrist, the rest had disappeared completely.

"Better to go have a look."

Lin Xin glanced at his current attributes.

’Yang Shen——Damage 8.6d, Defense 8.3d, Dodge 7.1d, Constitution 7.4d, Free Attributes 2.1d.’

"So much has increased already....."

At this point, Lin Xin’s devouring speed had become much easier than before.

Though still slow, the strength of eight units was already enough to support him moving freely here.

He finally lifted his foot, slowly walking toward the distant windmill.

"Unlike the last time I came here, last time I was briefly there due to some accidental reasons.

Once the time-space here reacted, I was immediately kicked out.

But now, I voluntarily acquired the key to enter here, came in intentionally, so the treatment I’m receiving is what a normal entrant here would experience."

Following the slope of the hills, Lin Xin quickly approached the huge windmill.

The windmill turned with a creaking noise.

Lin Xin looked up at the windmill blades, glanced around, then finally retracted the continuously devouring entity black hole.

Restoring himself to disguise as the ordinary body of this lifetime.

He reached out a hand, gently pushing the door open.

Creak....

The windmill’s wooden door opened slowly.

Inside came the sound of urgent swishing, seemingly the faint sound of a brush rubbing on paper.

The windmill interior was still filled with framed murals and loose sheets of paper.

Piles of scattered paper were casually thrown on the floor, some even bearing footprints.

A man with disheveled hair, wearing gray clothes, his skin deathly pale without a hint of blood, was sitting on a large easel, painting madly.

He was painting a portrait, a blurry portrait where even the features were indistinct.

It was all in black and white sketch lines.

Lin Xin stood at the doorway, scrutinizing the painter.

The man completely ignored him, just obsessively painting on his own. He couldn’t see the man’s face, only his back.

Lin Xin decided to admire the many other frames hanging on the surrounding walls.

Each of the paintings in these frames was extremely realistic and grand.

It was as if the frame was a window, and with a gentle push, one could walk into the world within the painting.

He approached a landscape painting.

Among the green mountains and rivers, there were many tiny people carrying bamboo baskets, moving about.

Lin Xin gently touched it, and the canvas felt as smooth and cold as glass.

Lin Xin glanced at the painter, suddenly recalling that the last time he was here, when he saw the painter turn his head, everything had abruptly ended.

This time, he should be able to see what the painter’s face looks like.

Curiosity arose in his heart as he slowly approached the painter, planning to circle around to see the man’s true face.

"I advise you not to do that."

A faint but cold woman’s voice sounded from behind him.

Lin Xin turned around to see the previously appeared woman in a translucent white dress, standing at the doorway, staring at him intently.

The woman’s eye sockets were sunken, her eyes bulged outward, large like two dead fish eyes.

Her body was as thin as a stick. A gust of wind seemed likely to blow her over.

"Who are you?" Lin Xin directly conveyed his meaning through spiritual power, just as she had done before.

"I am one of the failures, but I am unwilling to give up. So I wait here for an opportunity."

The woman answered straightforwardly.

"What opportunity?"

"The opportunity to start over."

Lin Xin glanced at her, then at the painter.

"Do you know who he is?"

He asked the woman.

"He is the painter, an existence unknown."

The woman spoke plainly.

"That’s as good as saying nothing," Lin Xin laughed.

"I am saving you. If you really want to see the painter’s face, then you will be instantly transported away from here. You will never have the chance to enter again.

This is a place where you can step into the Primordial, no matter how you came in, only those who truly break through will have entered that Realm." The woman explained.

"The opportunity of Primordial?"

Lin Xin repeated.

"You actually don’t know, entering without knowing anything?" The woman was slightly stunned.

Then she regained her composure.

"Let’s make a deal, as long as you help me with one thing, I’ll tell you how to comprehend the Primordial."

"What is it?"

Lin Xin also realized he came in without understanding anything. But since she proposed a deal, he decided to play along.

"All you need to do is find a colorful painting of a human-headed snake here and bring it to me. Then I’ll tell you how to find the opportunity here.

You don’t even know what form the opportunity takes or how to find it...."

Suddenly, the woman’s voice abruptly stopped.

Lin Xin, not having heard the end, looked at her in confusion.

"What...."

Shhh....

The woman’s expression changed as she hurriedly put her finger to her lips, signaling Lin Xin to be silent.

The two fell silent for a time. Only the sound of the painter’s frenzied scribbling remained.

After waiting for a long while.

The woman finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you hear it... that kind of mournful, terrifying wailing...."

"No."

Lin Xin shook his head.

"Indeed... you can’t see anything... hear anything..." The woman murmured, lowering her head, her eyes starting to lose focus again.

"Where were we?"

Lin Xin quickly asked.

"About... helping me find the painting... my painting... where is my painting?"

The woman’s expression gradually became bewildered, she stared blankly and took a few steps forward, stepping into the windmill.

Then, she vanished.

She disappeared right under Lin Xin’s eyes.

Everything returned to complete silence, with only the painter’s persistent drawing sounds remaining.

"Why does it feel somewhat similar to the Nether House...."

A sense of familiarity suddenly flashed across Lin Xin’s mind.

To him, the Nether House always remained mysterious.

From the initial battles when he entered as a novice, to the later times he ventured to the bottom of the Nether River and saw those remains.

The true nature of the Nether House kept changing in his mind.

He glanced at the painter. Pondering for a moment, he began to search for that painting.

"Human-headed snake...."

There were many paintings in the windmill.

What troubled and baffled Lin Xin the most was that, whenever he looked away from a painting, and later looked at it again, its content would have completely changed.