Chapter 8: Hanging by a Thread, Awakening of the Jiahang Jutsu!
Within the deep, dark Star Dou Great Forest, the air seemed to have solidified.
That 15,000-year spirit ring, exuding a deep black radiance...
hovered above the corpse of the Illusionary Eye Beast like a miniature black hole, emitting a terrifying, violent pressure.
"Boom—!"
"This guy is truly too crazy."
Long Aotian's expression appeared exceptionally dazed.
Even if he were given a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to absorb a ten-thousand-year spirit ring as his third spirit ring!
"What supports him in being this desperate must be revenge..."
Long Aotian let out a soft sigh.
Lin Sheng sat cross-legged with a calm expression, his hands held in a hollow circle.
Following the guidance of his spirit power.
That black spirit ring transformed into a surging torrent, carrying the anger and unwillingness of the ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast before its death, and rushed madly into his body.
"Hiss—!"
At the moment of contact, Lin Sheng's body trembled violently, and countless tiny bloody cuts instantly burst across the surface of his skin.
The mental force impact of 15,000 years.
It was by no means a simple accumulation of spirit power; it was a savage tearing from the level of the soul!
The lingering consciousness of the Illusionary Eye Beast transformed into countless sharp thorns, rampaging through his sea of consciousness.
Attempting to completely shred this human youth who dared to covet its power.
"Pfft—!"
Lin Sheng's body swayed, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Long Aotian stood a few steps away...
His fists were tightly clenched, his knuckles white from excessive force. His dark golden eyes were filled with worry and horror.
"Lin Sheng... you must hold on."
Long Aotian whispered, his throat feeling a bit dry.
According to the iron law of the Spirit Master's world, the limit for the third spirit ring is not even two thousand years, yet Lin Sheng had crossed an entire tier.
To touch that ten-thousand-year forbidden zone representing destruction!
He could feel that the air around Lin Sheng had already distorted due to the violent collision of energy; that was a sign that his body was on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, Lin Sheng's mind was in an unending purgatory.
"Roar—!"
Inside his sea of consciousness.
The Illusionary Eye Beast's massive silver single eye was glaring at him ferociously, releasing endless light of illusion and annihilation.
The intense pain was like a tide.
Impacting his nerves wave after wave, every cell felt as if it were being burned by raging fire and frozen by ice.
"With just this level... you want to make me shrink back?"
Lin Sheng let out a hoarse roar from within.
That pair of scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan suddenly opened in the mental World, the red light like blood.
Forcibly carving out a pure land within the violent torrent of energy.
His almost stubborn obsession with revenge transformed into the hardest armor at this moment.
He thought of the destroyed village...
Thought of the uncles and aunts who died tragically, and thought of Xuan Zi's nonchalant "carelessness"!
"I have not yet made Xuan Zi pay the price, have not yet let the Evil Soul Masters die out... my life, no one can take it!"
"Hum—!"
The source power deep within the Sharingan erupted in this desperate situation.
The flow of all elements became clearly visible in his eyes; the originally violent mental energy was forcibly analyzed and reorganized by the Sharingan, turning into wisps of pure, clear streams!
Those black auras representing destruction.
Were bit by bit devoured and assimilated by the Sharingan, finally flowing along the meridians into the Dantian, merging into that constantly expanding vortex of spirit power.
"Hum..."
Time passed second by second, and Lin Sheng's originally pale complexion gradually regained a hint of ruddiness.
The surging blood energy around his body also slowly subsided.
When the last trace of black radiance completely sank into his pupils, a wave of spirit power as heavy as an abyss used this as the center and boomed outward in all directions!
"Boom—!"
Lin Sheng opened his eyes, the Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his eyes spinning extremely fast, almost forming an eerie black circle.
"Level thirty-three."
Lin Sheng exhaled a breath of turbid air, his voice cold as ice.
This ten-thousand-year spirit ring not only brought him a qualitative leap, but also allowed his spirit power level to directly jump over the level thirty threshold.
Steadily stopping at the level thirty-three Spirit Elder realm.
"Junior brother... you, you actually did it?"
Long Aotian rushed forward in a single bound, examining Lin Sheng as if looking at a monster.
After confirming that Lin Sheng's aura was stable and his soul was unharmed.
He let out a long sigh of relief, then shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Absorbing a ten-thousand-year spirit ring as your third spirit ring, you really are desperate for death; if this gets back to the Sect, the Sect Master and the others will probably be shocked speechless."
Lin Sheng slowly stood up.
Feeling the brand-new power contained within his pupils, he raised his head and looked at a towering ancient tree not far away.
"Aotian, witness my third Spirit Ability."
Lin Sheng smiled.
Before his voice faded, the deep black spirit ring under Lin Sheng's feet suddenly lit up.
"Third Spirit Ability, Jiahang Jutsu."
At that moment, Long Aotian only felt the scenery before his eyes instantly distort.
The originally gloomy forest disappeared.
Replaced by a blood-red void space!
His body felt as if it were nailed tightly to a stone pillar in the void by four huge, rusty iron nails; he could not move, and even the circulation of his spirit power became incredibly sluggish.
Immediately after, endless mental pressure descended like a mountain; it was an extreme fear of the soul being imprisoned and the will being stripped away!
"This illusion... it can actually directly seal off my five senses and the flow of spirit power?!"
Long Aotian was terrified in his heart.
He desperately urged the dark gold spirit power within his body, attempting to break through this layer of shackles.
In the real World, red light flickered in Lin Sheng's eyes.
This was his third Spirit Ability, Jiahang Jutsu.
This was not just a powerful illusionary restraint; it also contained a destructive mental force impact.
"What a terrifying third Spirit Ability..."
Long Aotian felt his soul trembling, and the sky was covered by those scarlet pupils.
As long as one is gazed at by the Sharingan.
The opponent will fall into this illusionary cage dominated by Lin Sheng, enduring endless piercing and torture mentally!
Under the evolution of the Sharingan dojutsu.
Forming this hell-like illusionary imprisonment, illusionary impact, driven by mental force, accompanied by copied elemental power.
"..."
Lin Sheng withdrew his spirit power, and the illusion instantly dissipated.
Long Aotian's body swayed, and he nearly fell.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his gaze towards Lin Sheng contained a trace of heartfelt awe.
"It's not just control; that kind of mental pressure is simply like facing a top-tier..."
"Grandmaster of illusions."
Long Aotian patted his chest, exclaiming with lingering fear.
He found it hard to imagine that once Lin Sheng grew up in the future, with this dojutsu, he could swallow millions of people into it!
Falling into an eternal cycle, a false beauty.
That is incomparably terrifying.
"Lin Sheng, you really are a complete madman, but... this desperate way of fighting is truly intense!"
Lin Sheng smiled and said to Long Aotian.
"Alright, let's continue searching for your fourth spirit ring; we can already be considered to have penetrated into a relatively inner area of the Star Dou Great Forest."8