Chapter 110: A Sliding Tackle

This world is massive; Lin Xun didn’t know how many times larger it was than the Blue Sea Star of his hometown in his previous life. Regardless, back when Lin Xun was challenging dojos, he could only pick the first-rate and top-tier Sects of each continent to challenge.

But even so, it took him a full eight years, and Lin Xun still hadn’t finished challenging them all.

Moreover, while a challenge took an hour, traveling took a day or two; and this was even with Lin Xun traveling by tearing through the Void Realm.

This time, Lin Xun was headed for the Desolate Lands.

Aside from the nine great continents of the Myriad Laws World and the known regions of the Demon Race World, all other places are collectively known as the Desolate Lands.

The Desolate Lands vary in size, and the opportunities within them are countless. Thus, not only do Sects of all sizes go there to pioneer, but bounty hunters also go there to make a living.

As for the Demon Race World, Lin Xun wasn’t sure, but among the nine great continents, the Desolate Lands with the highest danger coefficient could only be the Forest of Desolate Beasts, which hasn’t been fully explored yet.

There used to be a Black Beast Forest located to the east of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect’s headquarters, but Lin Xun had cleared that map all by himself.

But whether it’s the Forest of Desolate Beasts or the Black Beast Forest, the fact that these Desolate Lands have names means they can be “conquered”; it’s just a matter of time.

However, the endless nameless territories outside the Demon Race World and the Myriad Laws World are the ones truly called the Desolate Lands! Their full name is the Great Desolation!

Lin Xun’s Master was an old-school powerhouse of the Ascension Realm. At most, he would only linger around the periphery of the Desolate Lands, slowly inching in a bit, then a bit more. But when he wanted to go further, his Ascension Realm intuition told him he had to retreat!

But Lin Xun’s Master just didn’t believe in such things. “Oh, you want me to leave? Well, I won’t. I’m going in.”

Then, Lin Xun’s Master emerged heavily injured. After returning to the Sect, he forced Lin Xun to swear an oath: “Unless you reach the Spirit Refining Realm, do not enter.”

Lin Xun agreed. Later, when Lin Xun reached the Spirit Refining Realm, he still didn’t enter.

Because at that time, Lin Xun was thinking of breaking through into the God-Slaying Realm in one go and had no time to wander around the Great Desolation.

The result…

The result was that Lin Xun failed his Dao seeking, his Realm plummeted, and now he wasn’t even in the Spirit Refining Realm anymore.

But Lin Xun felt that he wasn’t quite like an Ascension Realm Cultivator either; it was as if he was in a layer between the Spirit Refining Realm and the Ascension Realm, and his injuries were consistently difficult to heal.

So, it wasn’t wrong for them to think Lin Xun’s heavy injuries hadn’t healed; Lin Xun indeed has a great dao injury now.

It wasn’t wrong to say his strength had plummeted either; Lin Xun truly felt he had become much weaker, not even possessing one-tenth of his strength from his Peak.

But this time, the Secret Realm Lin Xun was going to wasn’t the Great Desolation, but a Desolate Lands belt separating the Myriad Laws World and the Demon Race World. Like the Chu-Han Boundary, it isolates the Myriad Laws World and the Demon Race World.

This Desolate Lands belt was tens of thousands of miles wide. As for its length… it was like a barbell, with its left side connected to an endless Great Desolation and its right side also connected to an endless Great Desolation. These two Great Desolations continuously expanded until they met.

In any case, this world was definitely a planet and definitely round.

As for the Secret Realm Lin Xun was going to, it had already been given a name: the “Black Wither Realm.” To be honest, Lin Xun felt the name was a bit chuunibyou.

“I hope Jiang Qingshang is still alive by the time I arrive.”

After shattering several voids, Lin Xun, who was finally approaching the Black Wither Realm, muttered to himself.

“Brother Lin, what did Brother Lin say?” In Lin Xun’s arms, Yaya poked her little head out, her eyes blinking as she looked at this endless Desolate Lands belt.

The spiritual energy of the Eight Desolations permeated the world. Various exotic beasts soared in the sky, and Demonic Beasts chased each other on the ground.

There was even a black shell that directly swallowed a black python alive.

A three-headed black eagle dove down to peck at Lin Xun’s backside, but Lin Xun kicked it away.

There was also a Wind Demonic Dragon flapping its massive wings, trying to swallow Lin Xun in one gulp. In the end, Lin Xun directly pulled the black crystal from its neck, and the Wind Demonic Dragon ran away clutching its neck.

“Yaya, we are approaching the Black Wither Realm. Yaya might have to go into Brother’s Storage Pouch. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Yaya shook her head. “Yaya won’t cause trouble for Brother Lin, and it’s super fun inside Big Brother’s Storage Pouch.”

To keep Yaya from getting bored, Lin Xun had decorated his Storage Pouch, putting in many toys and manga books.

There was even a screen that could share Lin Xun’s vision, so Yaya could see the wonders of the Desolate Lands. It was like watching a movie; she wouldn’t be bored.

Lin Xun smiled and rubbed Yaya’s head. “Yaya is so good.”

Yaya squinted her eyes, her head rubbing against Lin Xun’s broad palm, enjoying his head pat.

But right at that moment, a beast’s roar echoed from within the Desolate Lands, followed by ripples of Sword Qi and spiritual energy.

Some brilliant Moves even had special effects, but judging by the increasingly weak spiritual energy, it felt like they were about to end up in a beast’s mouth.

Wait, Demonic Qi? And it’s not just from one creature?

“Yaya.”

“Mm, Brother Lin, be careful.”

“Don’t worry, what doesn’t kill Brother Lin will only make him stronger.”

Yaya entered the Storage Pouch, content to be a shut-in fox.

Lin Xun put on a Calabash Brothers mask and then descended, intending to take a look. Maybe he could ask for some information or something.

In the forest, two men and two women were in a life-and-death struggle—being unilaterally toyed with—against a Sabertooth Black Panther that was larger than two adult elephants.

On the other side, a man stood by.

The man was about 1.7 meters tall.

But despite being a man, he was born with red lips and white teeth, long eyelashes, and a slightly mischievous smile at the corners of his mouth.

His skin was even more delicate than a woman’s, but his smile was more like a wanton playfulness, and the vertical pupils in his eyes were constantly dilating and contracting.

Clearly a snake spirit, yet he acted like a kitten, watching that black panther toy with those Human Race Cultivators in the palm of its hand.

The black panther didn’t strike a killing blow either; it just toyed with its prey to please its Master.

There were also two enchanting women standing beside the man, their slender waists being wantonly caressed by him. Their Realms were actually both at the Nascent Soul stage, while the man’s Realm was unknown.

It wasn’t that his Realm was higher than Lin Xun’s, but rather that he was using an Immortal-grade secret treasure to conceal it.

If it were a Cultivator from the Yin-Yang School, they could see through his Realm at the Immortal Realm, even if he possessed a Magic Treasure.

But Lin Xun was a spear user after all. Even if he had dabbled in other Techniques, it was only a superficial understanding.

In the Myriad Laws World, a hundred schools of thought contended. If one could Master all other Daoist Techniques just because their Realm was high, then what would be the point for others?

Specialization in one’s field—that was how it was.

Lin Xun felt they were demons from the Demon Race World, and this man’s status was definitely not low.

“Bao Da, I’m bored. Kill them.” The man snapped his paper fan shut and turned to leave without even a glance, seemingly tired of it.

“Yes, Master.”

The black panther pounced toward the Human Race Cultivators!

Right then, a dark shadow rushed out. Sensing something, the man turned his head and saw a masked man starting off with a sliding tackle toward Bao Da.