Chapter 6: Illusion: Shiranui! Returning to the Star Dou Great Forest and Meeting an Old Acquaintance
Several years later.
On a cliff behind the Body Sect, a youth sat cross-legged.
"Hmm..."
His eyes were tightly closed.
Yet, a layer of unique rhythm seeped from his eyes, drifting in the surrounding air, appearing incredibly profound.
With each of his inhalations and exhalations.
The surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly with a certain rhythm.
Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes!
That pair of blood-colored Sharingan became increasingly deep, the three tomoe in his pupils rotating slowly, as if they could suck a person's soul into them.
"Level thirty."
Lin Sheng whispered to himself, his tone revealing a sense of composure.
Now, his spirit power had climbed to the threshold of a level thirty quasi-Spirit Elder.
Over the past few years, with Lin Sheng's own efforts and the help of Du Busi, he had pushed the cultivation method of his Body Martial Soul to the extreme.
Lin Sheng's physical strength was not only far superior to his peers.
But when hunting for his second spirit ring, he had forcibly absorbed a top-tier mental-attribute Spirit Beast with an age of up to seven thousand years!
The Spirit Ability granted to him by that second spirit ring was called Shiranui.
This was an extremely domineering flame illusion, released through the Sharingan as a medium, capable of making the opponent endure endless burning flames within their mental World.
This pain would be fed back directly to the body and consciousness, until their mind collapsed or even death occurred.
"Lin Sheng, this old man needs to go into seclusion this time and cannot accompany you..."
Learning that Lin Sheng needed to hunt for his third spirit ring.
Du Busi, who was at a critical stage of seclusion, although unable to accompany him personally, had made thorough arrangements.
"Aotian, you are now breaking through to level forty and also need to hunt for your fourth spirit ring."
Du Busi's voice, like muffled thunder, came from the stone chamber of seclusion.
"Then you shall accompany Lin Sheng on a trip to the Star Dou Great Forest. Remember, disciples of the Body Sect must not only protect each other but also hone their true killer instinct in this nature."
Long Aotian, standing beside Lin Sheng, nodded steadily.
At this moment, he was taller than he had been a few years ago.
His aura was as restrained as an abyss, with only the dark golden light occasionally flashing across his skin manifesting his pressure as a top talent of the Body Sect.
"Let's go, Lin Sheng."
Long Aotian looked at Lin Sheng, his eyes full of respect and fighting Spirit.
Three years of getting along.
He truly admired this guy, Lin Sheng. Even though Lin Sheng was only at the quasi-Spirit Elder realm now.
He really didn't want to fight Lin Sheng!
"Could it be that you intend to choose a ten-thousand-year one for your third spirit ring?" Long Aotian teased.
What the two of them didn't know was!
To ensure that Lin Sheng, this unique seedling of the Sect, would be safe, Du Busi had long ago secretly dispatched an Elder of the Body Sect with heaven-defying cultivation to follow and protect them from the shadows.
...
Stepping into the Star Dou Great Forest once again, Lin Sheng's state of mind was completely different.
He was no longer that youth whose emotions were constantly clouded by hatred.
"The hatred is still there, but... hidden in my heart."
Lin Sheng said indifferently.
Along the way, he had locked his target onto a ten-thousand-year level mental-attribute Spirit Beast.
For ordinary Spirit Masters.
Hunting a ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast for a third spirit ring was no different from seeking one's own death.
But for Lin Sheng, who possessed the Sharingan and now had extremely formidable physical fitness, only a ten-thousand-year mental baptism.
Could support his ambition for the evolution of his Sharingan illusion!
"A ten-thousand-year mental-attribute Spirit Beast..."
Walking in the gloomy jungle, Lin Sheng rubbed his brow with his slender fingers, pondering inwardly.
Three-Tomoe Sharingan was already the peak of the ordinary Sharingan!
But he was very clear.
Above the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, there was an evolutionary form known as the Mangekyo Sharingan.
The Mangekyo Sharingan was also known as the Cursed Eye.
"Perhaps... I still need extreme mental pain..."
Lin Sheng's gaze became exceptionally cold.
"Is it deeper sorrow, or more extreme anger?"
Just after the two of them ventured deep into the heart of the Star Dou Great Forest, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.
"Boom—!"
"Back away!"
Long Aotian let out a low shout, his skin instantly lighting up with a brilliant, deep luster, his first, second, and third spirit rings flashing alternately, his defensive power instantly climbing to its peak.
"Boom—!"
A behemoth smashed through several century-old trees and suddenly jumped into their line of sight.
It was a pitch-black creature.
A Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger with barbs on its back, its whole body exuding a suffocating smell of blood.
"Fifty-thousand years of cultivation."
Lin Sheng's eyes instantly opened, the Three-Tomoe spinning crazily, and amidst that complex flow of energy.
He instantly perceived the opponent's foundation!
"This guy... is not easy to deal with. This guy possesses extremely strong physical defense and soul-deterrence capabilities."
Long Aotian's expression was grave; although he was about to become a Spirit Ancestor.
But facing a powerful Spirit Beast of the fifty-thousand-year level, he still felt pressure like Mount Tai pressing down on him.
The two had worked together for many years.
A single glance was enough to know the other's intention. Lin Sheng's second spirit ring flashed at his feet, and his Sharingan bloomed.
"Hmm—!"
The Shiranui illusion instantly spread out, attempting to interfere with the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger's perception, while Long Aotian turned into a beam of golden light to fight it head-on.
However, the intelligence of a fifty-thousand-year Spirit Beast was extremely high!
The Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger roared at the sky, and a materialized black ripple rippled out, actually directly repelling Long Aotian's attack.
"Its strength is too great; you and I must retreat first."
Lin Sheng gave the order decisively; his Sharingan had already captured the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger's next attack trajectory.
He turned around and gathered his offensive power, using his Sharingan illusion.
To perceive and copy the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger's shadow attack, blasting the former back with one strike, while he quickly pulled away.
"Roar—!"
Just as the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger opened its bloody maw, preparing to launch a fatal strike, a sudden change occurred.
A cold, aloof, yet as bright as a full moon sword light streaked across the horizon.
That sword light seemed to carry not a trace of worldly aura!
Yet, the moment it swept past, it swept away the chill and the smell of blood in the air!
"Slash—!"
The sword light accurately struck the back of the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger!
Those indestructible barbs shattered like dead wood, its massive body was forcibly flipped onto the ground, emitting a shrill wail.
Lin Sheng steadied his figure.
That pair of blood-red Sharingan looked coldly in the direction from which the sword light had come.
Deep in the jungle, a woman in white walked out slowly.
Behind her floated a huge phantom of a full moon, with silver moonlight spilling onto her cold face.
"It's her..."
Lin Sheng frowned slightly!
Her aura was even more unfathomable than a few years ago; that was the terrifying suppression power belonging to a Spirit Douluo level.
"Shrek, Zhang Lexuan."
Lin Sheng whispered this name, his voice like clashing ice crystals.
The person who came was none other than Zhang Lexuan, whom he had met once before.
She retracted her Spirit, her cold gaze sweeping around, finally landing on Lin Sheng's unique blood-colored pupils.
"It's you..."
Zhang Lexuan was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected to meet Lin Sheng again.
These eyes...
Had indeed left a very deep impression on her.
Lin Sheng said indifferently: "What, did Shrek not have any so-called momentary carelessness or team-leading accidents this time?"the Star Dou Great Forest and Meeting an Old Acquaintance
Several years later.
On a cliff behind the Body Sect, a youth sat cross-legged.
"Hmm..."
His eyes were tightly closed.
Yet, a layer of unique rhythm seeped from his eyes, drifting in the surrounding air, appearing incredibly profound.
With each of his inhalations and exhalations.
The surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly with a certain rhythm.
Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes!
That pair of blood-colored Sharingan became increasingly deep, the three tomoe in his pupils rotating slowly, as if they could suck a person's soul into them.
"Level thirty."
Lin Sheng whispered to himself, his tone revealing a sense of composure.
Now, his spirit power had climbed to the threshold of a level thirty quasi-Spirit Elder.
Over the past few years, with Lin Sheng's own efforts and the help of Du Busi, he had pushed the cultivation method of his Body Martial Soul to the extreme.
Lin Sheng's physical strength was not only far superior to his peers.
But when hunting for his second spirit ring, he had forcibly absorbed a top-tier mental-attribute Spirit Beast with an age of up to seven thousand years!
The Spirit Ability granted to him by that second spirit ring was called Shiranui.
This was an extremely domineering flame illusion, released through the Sharingan as a medium, capable of making the opponent endure endless burning flames within their mental World.
This pain would be fed back directly to the body and consciousness, until their mind collapsed or even death occurred.
"Lin Sheng, this old man needs to go into seclusion this time and cannot accompany you..."
Learning that Lin Sheng needed to hunt for his third spirit ring.
Du Busi, who was at a critical stage of seclusion, although unable to accompany him personally, had made thorough arrangements.
"Aotian, you are now breaking through to level forty and also need to hunt for your fourth spirit ring."
Du Busi's voice, like muffled thunder, came from the stone chamber of seclusion.
"Then you shall accompany Lin Sheng on a trip to the Star Dou Great Forest. Remember, disciples of the Body Sect must not only protect each other but also hone their true killer instinct in this nature."
Long Aotian, standing beside Lin Sheng, nodded steadily.
At this moment, he was taller than he had been a few years ago.
His aura was as restrained as an abyss, with only the dark golden light occasionally flashing across his skin manifesting his pressure as a top talent of the Body Sect.
"Let's go, Lin Sheng."
Long Aotian looked at Lin Sheng, his eyes full of respect and fighting Spirit.
Three years of getting along.
He truly admired this guy, Lin Sheng. Even though Lin Sheng was only at the quasi-Spirit Elder realm now.
He really didn't want to fight Lin Sheng!
"Could it be that you intend to choose a ten-thousand-year one for your third spirit ring?" Long Aotian teased.
What the two of them didn't know was!
To ensure that Lin Sheng, this unique seedling of the Sect, would be safe, Du Busi had long ago secretly dispatched an Elder of the Body Sect with heaven-defying cultivation to follow and protect them from the shadows.
...
Stepping into the Star Dou Great Forest once again, Lin Sheng's state of mind was completely different.
He was no longer that youth whose emotions were constantly clouded by hatred.
"The hatred is still there, but... hidden in my heart."
Lin Sheng said indifferently.
Along the way, he had locked his target onto a ten-thousand-year level mental-attribute Spirit Beast.
For ordinary Spirit Masters.
Hunting a ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast for a third spirit ring was no different from seeking one's own death.
But for Lin Sheng, who possessed the Sharingan and now had extremely formidable physical fitness, only a ten-thousand-year mental baptism.
Could support his ambition for the evolution of his Sharingan illusion!
"A ten-thousand-year mental-attribute Spirit Beast..."
Walking in the gloomy jungle, Lin Sheng rubbed his brow with his slender fingers, pondering inwardly.
Three-Tomoe Sharingan was already the peak of the ordinary Sharingan!
But he was very clear.
Above the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, there was an evolutionary form known as the Mangekyo Sharingan.
The Mangekyo Sharingan was also known as the Cursed Eye.
"Perhaps... I still need extreme mental pain..."
Lin Sheng's gaze became exceptionally cold.
"Is it deeper sorrow, or more extreme anger?"
Just after the two of them ventured deep into the heart of the Star Dou Great Forest, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.
"Boom—!"
"Back away!"
Long Aotian let out a low shout, his skin instantly lighting up with a brilliant, deep luster, his first, second, and third spirit rings flashing alternately, his defensive power instantly climbing to its peak.
"Boom—!"
A behemoth smashed through several century-old trees and suddenly jumped into their line of sight.
It was a pitch-black creature.
A Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger with barbs on its back, its whole body exuding a suffocating smell of blood.
"Fifty-thousand years of cultivation."
Lin Sheng's eyes instantly opened, the Three-Tomoe spinning crazily, and amidst that complex flow of energy.
He instantly perceived the opponent's foundation!
"This guy... is not easy to deal with. This guy possesses extremely strong physical defense and soul-deterrence capabilities."
Long Aotian's expression was grave; although he was about to become a Spirit Ancestor.
But facing a powerful Spirit Beast of the fifty-thousand-year level, he still felt pressure like Mount Tai pressing down on him.
The two had worked together for many years.
A single glance was enough to know the other's intention. Lin Sheng's second spirit ring flashed at his feet, and his Sharingan bloomed.
"Hmm—!"
The Shiranui illusion instantly spread out, attempting to interfere with the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger's perception, while Long Aotian turned into a beam of golden light to fight it head-on.
However, the intelligence of a fifty-thousand-year Spirit Beast was extremely high!
The Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger roared at the sky, and a materialized black ripple rippled out, actually directly repelling Long Aotian's attack.
"Its strength is too great; you and I must retreat first."
Lin Sheng gave the order decisively; his Sharingan had already captured the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger's next attack trajectory.
He turned around and gathered his offensive power, using his Sharingan illusion.
To perceive and copy the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger's shadow attack, blasting the former back with one strike, while he quickly pulled away.
"Roar—!"
Just as the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger opened its bloody maw, preparing to launch a fatal strike, a sudden change occurred.
A cold, aloof, yet as bright as a full moon sword light streaked across the horizon.
That sword light seemed to carry not a trace of worldly aura!
Yet, the moment it swept past, it swept away the chill and the smell of blood in the air!
"Slash—!"
The sword light accurately struck the back of the Shadow Soul-Splitting Tiger!
Those indestructible barbs shattered like dead wood, its massive body was forcibly flipped onto the ground, emitting a shrill wail.
Lin Sheng steadied his figure.
That pair of blood-red Sharingan looked coldly in the direction from which the sword light had come.
Deep in the jungle, a woman in white walked out slowly.
Behind her floated a huge phantom of a full moon, with silver moonlight spilling onto her cold face.
"It's her..."
Lin Sheng frowned slightly!
Her aura was even more unfathomable than a few years ago; that was the terrifying suppression power belonging to a Spirit Douluo level.
"Shrek, Zhang Lexuan."
Lin Sheng whispered this name, his voice like clashing ice crystals.
The person who came was none other than Zhang Lexuan, whom he had met once before.
She retracted her Spirit, her cold gaze sweeping around, finally landing on Lin Sheng's unique blood-colored pupils.
"It's you..."
Zhang Lexuan was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected to meet Lin Sheng again.
These eyes...
Had indeed left a very deep impression on her.
Lin Sheng said indifferently: "What, did Shrek not have any so-called momentary carelessness or team-leading accidents this time?"