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The white smoke multiplied, cocooning both Ning Wan'ge and the Sacrificial Bone Altar. Ning Wan'ge did not seem flustered, sitting still calmly on the sacrificial altar with her leg crossed, with a peaceful expression and both of her eyes closed.

In that moment, the world composed entirely of black and red colors was seeing a different color at last. However, it was limited to the white smoke itself, as every other corner of the palace where the trio resided in still appeared black and red only.

Wang Lin inspected the surrounding with his supernatural awareness and saw that Ning Wan'ge was unharmed. He retracted his supernatural awareness, turned towards Big Luo and said, "junior Big Luo, I have to trouble you to look after her with a guarding spell. I am going to take a look at the spell formation over there."

A light shadow tugged at his body. The armor which was heavy as boulders separated from his body. In the armor, light surged from within, then a majestic and handsome man appeared, wearing the armor. It was the Original Soul of the magic treasure Zu'e Holy Armor, Mahayana stage Crocodile God.

The Crocodile God donned the Zu'e Holy Armor and stepped outside the spell formation. With a solemn silence, he quietly looked at Wang Lin's Great Satanic Avatar standing at the center of the spell formation.

Wang Lin trusted Big Luo to the extent that he let his Zu'e Holy Armor split from body. That was because it was more convenient for his Great Satanic Avatar to study those fragments that way.

Big Luo looked at the white smoke and was lost in his thought for a moment. Upon hearing Wang Lin's words, he snapped out of it and said, "please go ahead, senior Wang. I will pay attention to our surroundings."

After which, he indeed stopped staring at the sacrificial altar and focused his attention again. His demonic energy and supernatural awareness spreaded in all directions at once, gradually starting to envelope the entire palace.

Seeing that, Wang Lin walked to the spell formation. The vertical eye on his forehead gazed at the fragments in the center of the spell formation.

These fragments that scattered at the center of the spell formation looked like pieces of crystals, appearing to be black in this Black and Red World. But Wang Lin could somewhat sense that black was the original color of these crystal shards anyway.

Although formation patterns remained in the spell formation, they were dilapidated beyond recognition. The shape was retained but the function was lost.

When he looked directly into the crystal shards, he could discern a faint spell aura.

Wang Lin sat down and crossed his legs, then picked up a fragment, which appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary. Wang Lin channeled his own spell power into it, but the fragment did not react.

"What?" Wang Lin thought, as his Great Satanic Avatar's face, which had no facial features, remained expressionless. However, the red light radiating from the vertical eye on his forehead became increasingly bright.

After a moment of introspection, the red light from the vertical eye on Wang Lin's forehead turned black. This black lighted darted out and went straight for the crystal shard.

The fragment vibrated once and an extraordinary imagery slowly formed in Wang Lin's sea of self-awareness.

In his mind, a bottomless abyss appeared. In the abyss, ten thousand satans roared. Satanic aura exploded, completely cloaking the entire world in darkness.

Wang Lin pacified his mind and walked slowly into the depth of the abyss. The satanic aura washed over him. Clearly, many satanic creatures and satanic humans were causing a commotion in the abyss.

Everything seemed twisted and peculiar, full of unnaturalness. It made people fear taking another step forward.

With just one look, it gave people a desire to go berserk. The spiritual altar in one's sea of self-awareness was almost being torn into countless pieces by a horde of satans.

Whereas being physically encircled by it all the more swayed the mind of people, making it difficult to remain sane.

Wang Lin let out a violent roar. His aura became satanic, bloodthirsty and crazed, chaotic and irritable, twisted and ferocious, ominous and evil.

He seemed to be happily lost in the Satanic Sea, becoming one with the abyss.

But deep within Wang Lin, his spiritual altar was still closely guarded. There remained a sanity, making him aware of what he was doing.

He continued walking like that in the abyss, absorbing the satanic aura and engulfing all satanic creatures within proximity. That made him stronger and stronger, becoming the most powerful entity in the horde of satans.

By then, Wang Lin's body was distorted to something that was no longer humanoid. He was tall and lean, his legs like bamboo sticks, long and thin.

He had more than two arms, much like an octopus. His many arms wriggled like tentacles, each a different diameter. The thickest of his arms was even larger than his torso.

His head was nowhere to be seen, with only an eye fixated on his chest, which opened to reveal a bloody cavity, making unintelligible sounds and roaring crazily.

But as Wang Lin walked forward and became stronger, his body started to morph again, gradually reverting back to his original form. Ultimately, despite his immense size, which was a hundred thousand feet tall, the proportion of his body parts recovered to that of a normal person's.

Only that on his face there was no facial features. In the chaos, a vertical eye remained on his forehead, glowing brilliantly.

Right then, Wang Lin's body was no longer as savage and terrifying as before. But the ferocious and violent aura was heightened. It made all satans in the abyss bow down and keep their distance, fearful of approaching him.

Wang Lin made the descent to the bottom of the abyss, where the scene changed immediately. Chaotic and twisted satanic creatures, as well as all the objects and fixtures vanished completely. Peace was restored before him.

But just like the changing pitch black satanic gate from which they entered on the outside, although the scene seemed ordinary and orderly, it harbored an underlying distortion that made people feel uncomfortable. Despite the extremely normal facade, everything seemed to be inverted, such that it was perfused with a heart-wrenching contradiction.

At the bottom of the abyss, silhouettes of people flickered. Sensing the arrival of Wang Lin, these silhouettes turned around together to stare at him.

At that instance, Wang Lin saw a thousand reflections of himself.

Every silhouette here looked the same. Just like Wang Lin's Great Satanic Avatar now, there were no facial features or expressions on their visages. In the chaos, only a lone vertical eye opened on the forehead, altogether gazing at Wang Lin directly.

Wang Lin was unfazed and kept advancing, towards the depth of the abyss.

Those faces without facial features silently watched Wang Lin's every movement with the one eye remaining on their foreheads. Nobody stepped forward to stop him. Nobody stepped forward to talk to him. But nobody looked away either. All these people just looked blankly and coldly at Wang Lin progressing forward.

As Wang Lin walked, he felt that this abyss was like an inverted pyramid. As he walked down, it was as if he was ascending to the apex.

When the view before his changed again, Wang Lin suddenly felt a sharp pain in the center of his forehead.

The pupil of the vertical eye on the forehead dilated. Sanguine blood brimmed out of the corners of the eye, flowing down the blank face without any facial features.

At that instance, his vertical eye tended towards disintegration, with blood and pus gushing out.

The eyes was almost becoming a mournful scar!

Outside Wang Lin's subconscience dimension, in the palace in reality, Big Luo and the Crocodile God both revealed an astonished and anxious expression, staring closely at Wang Lin's Great Satanic Avatar.

In reality, the black crystal that Wang Lin's Great Satanic Avatar held suddenly morphed into a light ray, darting straight into the vertical eyes on Wang Lin's forehead. The vertical eye went blind instantaneously!

The vertical eye became a mournful and miserable scar, with blooding seeping through it. The scar writhed continuously, as beams of black light streaked out from it.

Seeing that, Big Luo and the Crocodile God were clueless about what happened. They hurried forward, intending to lend a helping hand to Wang Lin.

But at that juncture, Big Luo's Nine Qi Avatar on Penglai Celestial Mountain in Ying Sea suddenly heard Lin Feng's voice via telepathy. He said, "Big Luo, do not assist him now, stand back and watch."

On Yingzhou Celestial Mountain, Lin Feng's Avatar of Ares opened his eyes at once, looking at the original body of Wang Lin.

Right then, on the forehead of Wang Lin's original body, a gaping crevice opened. The crevice writhed with a desire to expand, as streaks of black light beaming out.

Lin Feng watched over Wang Lin silently. Wang Lin said with his eyes closed, "master, I am fine."

In the Void Battleground, Wang Lin's Great Satanic Avatar sat peacefully without any movement. But with the raise of his finger, the remaining black crystal shards in the spell formation altogether landed before him. Then, they consecutively turned into light rays, feeding into the vertical crevice at the center of his forehead.

Big Luo and the Crocodile God both stared at Wang Lin's Great Satanic Avatar with a serious expression.

In the sea of consciousness of the Great Satanic Avatar, Wang Lin continued on into the depth of the abyss. The vertical eyes on his forehead had completely transformed into a slender crevice, mounted on the center of his forehead.

With the appearance of this crevice, Wang Lin felt that the entirety of his existence was reborn.

He continued taking steps forward, towards the bottom of the abyss. During his advancement, the visage that had no facial features or expressions slowly started to see change. It was no longer as empty as before, as facial features began to reemerge and Wang Lin's original features were restored.

The only difference was the vertical crevice on his forehead. The crack was pitch black, with a faint red light shimmering in its depth.

For Wang Lin now, his monstrous satanic energy shocked the entire abyss. Behind him, those satans with no facial features except the vertical eye on their forehead altogether bowed down towards Wang Lin's figure to pay compliment.

Wang Lin himself could feel that he had completely transmuted into the Satan of all satans. Even his conscience and ideology had a revolutionary change from before.

But in his heart, he was able to always preserve his sanity. He was lost no more, confused no more, changing no more, and chaotic no more.

Walking along this path, Wang Lin could see the shadows of other people on the road.

The number of these people are much lesser compared to the satans previously, but they were considerably stronger. Each of them looked like a normal person, but with a more indifferent and apathetic expression. The similarity was that they all had a vertical crevice in the center of their forehead.

Looking at these people, Wang Lin frowned slightly. Although he never met any of them in person, he saw a few of them in the projected images that once circulated the human clans in the Divine Lands.

"Satanic Master of Bliss Shu Yingxian, Satanic Master of Destruction Guo Kai, Satanic Master of Slaughter Kang Zhuo…" said Wang Lin, as he narrowed his eyes. Before him was the strongest Satanic Sect followers of the Ancient Satanic Master Jiang Shaoyang, who were known as the Giant Thumbs of the Satanic Sect, as they wrecked havoc in the Divine Lands during the Middle Age.

On this road, these people traversed in both directions, some in front and some behind, some fast and some slow. At the end of the path, there was a brilliant white light. As Wang Lin looked up, he could see a sea of whiteness. Though is was not blinding, it sent a chill down his spine.