Cultivation! This Was Cultivation!

Giant Demon Race expert Chi Xiong narrowed his eyes and glanced at the Extraterrestrial Battlefield passage in the sky. There was no rush yet; as long as he entered within the allotted time, it would be enough.

At that moment, Wang Lin was fighting to seize the soul banner from Teng Huayuan, determined to reclaim his parents' souls from within it. Even with one arm broken, he would stop at nothing.

"Foundation Establishment brat, you killed my great-grandson. Today, I will extract your soul and refine it into a soul banner, so you can neither live nor die!"

A murderous aura filled Wang Lin's face as he watched countless souls sweep toward him. He could only exhaust all his spiritual energy to form a barrier and resist their attacks.

Li Muwan unconsciously gripped the teacup in her hand. Her delicate brows rose as she said, "Senior Brother, Teng Huayuan is actually attacking with the souls of his own relatives. Such cruel methods are simply utterly inhumane."

"This is the cultivation world." Lin Che replied calmly, "Wan'er, remember this: the cultivation world has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak, where people scheme against one another. Without strength, only death awaits you. You cannot show mercy just because an enemy appears weak."

Chi Xiong nodded. "Little girl, Fellow Daoist Lin Che is right. Your cultivation is still shallow, so you do not yet understand the cruelty of the cultivation world. Once you truly come into contact with it, you will find that such things have long become commonplace."

Li Muwan said nothing. She only felt that this cultivation world was so cruel, completely different from the one she had known.

Since childhood, Li Muwan had lived in the Luo He Sect within Fire Ember Country. With her older brother and master protecting her, she had naturally lived without worry. Thus, she knew almost nothing about the cruelty of the cultivation world.

Lin Che lifted the teacup from the table and calmly watched Wang Lin before him. At the same time, the final token representing the Extraterrestrial Battlefield shattered as well.

Seeing that the Extraterrestrial Battlefield was about to disappear, Ye Zizai, the Corpse Yin Sect's sect master, flew into a rage. He gnashed his teeth in hatred toward Wang Lin. "The Corpse Yin Sect's disciples have all been wiped out, and Flying Rakshasa cannot enter. What am I supposed to do about my physical body?!"

"Wang Lin, you deserve to be hacked into a thousand pieces. Even death would be too good for you!"

Teng Huayuan looked at Wang Lin, who had already been swallowed by souls, and laughed heartily. "Wang Lin, the game is over. Next, I will extract your soul and fuse it into an oil lamp, making you suffer the cruelest tortures in the world until you die."

Watching Wang Lin gradually being devoured by the souls of the dead, the Nascent Soul Stage cultivators present all sighed. After all, in the past ten thousand years, no one had ever used Foundation Establishment stage cultivation to fight a Nascent Soul Stage patriarch.

"What does a blood feud matter? What does deep affection and loyalty matter? In the end, none of it can overcome the law of the strong preying on the weak, the strong bullying the weak."

"His resolve is admirable, his heart pitiful. We of his generation should be ashamed."

Pu Nanzi spoke indifferently.

"The affection of an innocent heart should be so."

A woman stood among the crowd.

She wore purple robes, and her beauty was unmatched. Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, and she had phoenix eyes and cherry lips. A captivating charm shone in her beautiful eyes; even disciples with steadfast hearts could not help but feel their hearts race slightly after looking at her.

She was Liu Mei, a disciple of the Xuan Dao Sect.

As one of the most outstanding inner disciples of the Xuan Dao Sect, Liu Mei had immense confidence in her inborn charm technique. Within the Xuan Dao Sect, few among her peers could resist it, and many had fallen at her feet.

"Father, Mother, was your son wrong?" Wang Lin fell straight downward, clutching his parents' souls in his hand. Tears soaked his eyes as he laughed madly. "Hahaha! Cultivation... so this is cultivation. Good! Good!!!"

"Baleful aura!"

Sensing the energy gathering around Wang Lin, Teng Huayuan, Lin Yi, and the others could not help but rise to their feet. Baleful aura was an extremely formidable thing; if it could be wielded, its future potential would be immeasurable.

Immediately afterward, a streak of black light carrying Wang Lin's parents' souls shot out in an instant, piercing through the surrounding curtain of blood and flying into the passage leading to the outer domain.

Seeing this, Lin Yi's hands trembled with excitement. He immediately flew toward the Extraterrestrial Battlefield passage. "That's the bead!"

However, with Lin Yi's strength, he simply could not enter the Extraterrestrial Battlefield. He was directly blocked by its membrane, and even his body was struck by the energy, forcing him backward.

Chi Xiong, the Giant Demon Race expert, viciously flung Lin Yi to the ground, then roared, "Lin Yi, that bead is mine! If you dare compete with me for it, do you believe I'll kill you?!"

Before Lin Yi could react, Chi Xiong transformed back into his original form and entered the Extraterrestrial Battlefield passage. As he entered, the Extraterrestrial Battlefield completely closed as well.

Li Muwan looked somewhat confused. "Senior Brother, what was that bead? Why would the Spirit Severing Stage experts here fight over it at all costs?"

"I'll tell you later." Lin Che knew this was not the place to talk. If he told Li Muwan now, it would likely cause unnecessary trouble.

The same went for Lin Yi. His expression at that moment was like the third emoji on your phone—he stood there stupidly in a daze. A Nascent Soul Transformation stage magic treasure had been right before his eyes, yet he had failed to seize it firmly. To him, that was undoubtedly a tremendous humiliation.

"By the way, Senior Brother, I remember that the Extraterrestrial Battlefield opens once every five hundred years. Why did you enter the Extraterrestrial Battlefield a hundred years ago?"

"That is naturally because Fellow Daoist Lin Che possesses extraordinary talent. The Cultivation Alliance of Vermillion Bird Kingdom personally decided to let Lin Che enter the Extraterrestrial Battlefield to clear it out, all so he could be nurtured and break through to the Soul Transformation stage as soon as possible."

Although Lin Yi was somewhat irritated, he still answered calmly, "Fellow Daoist Lin Che's talent is astonishing. He is the greatest prodigy on all of Vermillion Bird Star. If no accident had happened a hundred years ago, he would likely have already gone to an even more powerful cultivation country."

Within the Extraterrestrial Battlefield, any cultivator swallowed by a spatial rift would become a wandering soul without an owner. Yet Lin Che alone was an exception. Not only had he survived, but his cultivation had also surged greatly.

Lin Yi's gaze settled on the cultivators of Zhao Kingdom as he coldly announced, "The passage into the Extraterrestrial Battlefield has closed. Not a single person from any sect in Zhao Kingdom entered! Leave at once!"

After saying that, Lin Yi looked toward Lin Che and slightly cupped his hands. "Fellow Daoist Lin Che, would you be willing to sit down and talk for a while?"

"Alright."

Lin Che did not refuse Lin Yi. He followed him to the highest floor of Tongtian Tower, a private room containing every kind of pills and herbs. There were even several Spirit Severing Stage magic treasures; they were likely all of Lin Yi's resources.

Lin Yi personally poured Lin Che a cup of tea before slowly speaking. "Fellow Daoist Lin Che, I could not ask outside just now. May I ask whether your domain was self-created?"

When cultivators reached the peak of late Nascent Soul Stage, they needed to comprehend their own domain before they could break through to the Soul Transformation stage. Furthermore, one's comprehension of a domain determined a cultivator's strength and weakness.