Chapter 965: The Years of Desolation
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The Wasteland Sea region was incredibly vast, surrounding the Eight Wastelands Realm. Only by crossing this Wasteland Sea could one truly step into the Eight Wastelands Realm, which gave an idea of just how immense the Wasteland Sea was.
Although many desolate sails might be crossing the Wasteland Sea at the same time, compared to the vastness of the entire Wasteland Sea, these desolate sail warships were like a single grain in the ocean, insignificantly small.
Therefore, Lin Feng, who was speeding rapidly across the sky above the Wasteland Sea, could only see the boundless sea before him, constantly enduring the impact of the desolate aura, yet he could not spot any trace of a desolate sail.
The pillar of light on his body was slowly being eroded by the desolate aura, growing weaker and weaker. If this continued, the pillar of light would eventually disappear.
Lin Feng gazed into the distance but saw no hope. All he could do now was rely on luck.
"Chi!" A faint sound rang out, causing Lin Feng's expression to stiffen. He then saw, in his peripheral vision, a black dot flash by and vanish from its spot in an instant. It was even faster than Lin Feng, continuously pulling away from him, as if it would soon disappear entirely.
"So fast, it must be a terrifyingly strong expert." Lin Feng stared at the figure that had quickly distanced itself, his expression frozen. This was true strength, not relying on external forces like he did. If he had such means, he wouldn't need to worry so much and could simply cross the Wasteland Sea with his own power.
Lin Feng adjusted his direction slightly, chasing after the distant black shadow. Since this expert could cross the Wasteland Sea, the path he took should be accurate.
However, Lin Feng soon found himself left behind. The other's figure had completely vanished from his sight, leaving only the vast, endless Wasteland Sea and him alone.
"Hmm?" At that moment, Lin Feng's gaze suddenly froze, his eyes locked onto the distance.
Land. He saw land!
More precisely, it was a desolate island.
"I hope there's a way to survive on this desolate island." Lin Feng flew rapidly toward the island. It was a barren, uninhabited island—empty, dead silent. Although it was vast, it was covered only in desolate land, devoid even of grass or trees. The slopes on the island were a deathly dark color, as if it were an island of death.
Lin Feng stepped onto the island. Standing there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. Desolate, dead silent, surrounded by the Wasteland Sea, there was no sign of life.
The pillar of light on him slowly faded. Lin Feng stood quietly on a slope as a wave of desolation crept in, carrying a hint of desolate aura—deathly stillness, destruction, aging.
This trace of desolate aura naturally came from the Wasteland Sea. Lin Feng quietly felt it. If he stayed here too long, he would likely age slowly or die.
Lin Feng followed the slope upward, heading toward the center of the island. As expected, moving away from the Wasteland Sea, the desolate aura gradually weakened.
But just then, from the center of the island, a terrifying desolate aura suddenly erupted, making Lin Feng's entire body tense up.
"What's going on?" Lin Feng's eyes stiffened. Why was this desolate aura coming from the center of the island?
His gaze flickered, and Lin Feng stepped toward the center of the island, curious about what was happening.
As Lin Feng stepped forward, the desolate aura grew stronger and stronger, and this aura was a very pure and singular type of desolate energy.
The desolate aura in the Wasteland Sea was mixed—causing destruction, death, corroding one's skin, and devouring one's years.
But this desolate aura was different from that complex one. It carried the aura of desolate years—pure and powerful.
"What could have refined this desolate aura to such purity?" Lin Feng wondered inwardly. His pace slowed, not daring to go too fast. This desolate aura invaded his body, making him feel like he was aging, and this feeling grew stronger as he approached the center of the island.
Finally, Lin Feng found the source of the desolate aura. In the center of a distant slope, the desolation of years emanated from there.
When Lin Feng's gaze landed there, his heart trembled violently, unable to remain calm.
"It's him!" Lin Feng stared. There was a black figure sitting cross-legged there, quietly cultivating. This person was likely the expert Lin Feng had encountered while flying earlier. It turned out he wasn't trying to cross the Wasteland Sea but had come to this desolate island to cultivate.
"Refining the desolate years from the Wasteland Sea's aura, comprehending it within himself, and turning it into his own divine ability. How impressive!" Lin Feng was secretly astonished. So this was possible.
This was the difference between the strong and the weak. Many people feared the Wasteland Sea, but some used its desolate aura to cultivate. That was the gap—the difference between geniuses and ordinary people.
Lin Feng also noticed that around the black shadow, some trees had been planted. These trees had incredibly strong vitality, and the aura of desolate years caused them to grow slowly.
"What kind of trees are these?" Lin Feng felt his horizons broadened. These trees, planted here, were being eroded by the desolate years aura, yet they didn't wither and die quickly. Instead, they grew slowly. Their growth rings must be terrifying, allowing them to grow for a very long time.
Moreover, it seemed the expert had deliberately transplanted these trees here. The trees themselves were probably precious treasures.
Lin Feng suddenly thought of the Demon Bodhi. In the Valley of Death where the Three Lives Demon Emperor once resided, Demon Bodhi had grown. Now, this expert was transplanting trees here to cultivate. Could it be to make the trees bear special fruits?
Lin Feng watched from a distance. With the black-clad expert's terrifying strength, he must have known Lin Feng was there, but he remained seated, cultivating motionlessly. The desolate years aura spread outward, as if Lin Feng didn't exist.
For such an expert, as long as nothing interfered with him, he simply ignored everything else and couldn't be bothered.
The desolate years aura continued to spread, growing stronger. Lin Feng felt himself aging and had to retreat, moving farther away.
Even the desolate aura released during the expert's cultivation was too much for Lin Feng to bear. If the expert directly used the comprehended desolate years essence on him, his body would age rapidly until death.
Lin Feng retreated far away, stopping only when the desolate years aura no longer affected him.
Looking at this desolate island, Lin Feng fell into thought. Waiting here for a desolate sail to pass by would be very difficult. He had to save himself.
"Since that person can comprehend the power of desolation, why can't I? If I also comprehend the power of desolation, can I resist the erosion of the Wasteland Sea?" Lin Feng asked himself. If he could withstand the desolate power of the Wasteland Sea, he could fly alone and cross it.
However, this desolate aura was unique to the Wasteland Sea. Resisting its erosion was extremely difficult. With his current cultivation level, it would take who knows how long to achieve.
Taking out the Snow Demon Tower, Lin Feng released Qiongqi.
Qiongqi's huge eyes first scanned the surroundings, then he muttered, "Lucky. You actually found a desolate island."
"Lucky?" Lin Feng said gloomily, "This desolate island is surrounded by the Wasteland Sea. We're trapped like birds with clipped wings. Who knows how long we'll be stuck here, and you call this lucky?"
"Besides, this island is still affected by the desolate power. Who knows what will happen in the future."
Qiongqi's eyes flickered as he glared at Lin Feng. "If it weren't for you, you bastard, how would we be in this situation? Being on this desolate island is better than dying in the Wasteland Sea."
"Is there no other way?" Lin Feng asked Qiongqi.
"What other way is there? Wait here for a desolate sail? Maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years. Even if someone comes, they might not be willing to take you."
"If I comprehend the power of desolation, can I cross the Wasteland Sea with my own strength?" Lin Feng asked Qiongqi, making Qiongqi's expression freeze.
Comprehend the desolate power of the Wasteland Sea? Cross the Wasteland Sea with the cultivation of the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm?
Even with Qiongqi's vast experience, he was stumped by Lin Feng's question. Was that even possible?
PS: Xiao Xi has become the commander... And Great Pest has also become an ally... Thank you!
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