Pairs of pitch-black, icy Evil Spirit arms dragged Lin Qing down into deeper darkness.
Smack!
Lin Qing slapped away the black hand reaching for his crotch.
A rosy glow flashed, somehow knocking the Evil Spirit's hand aside out of thin air.
After being swatted away, the black hand hung in midair as though doubting itself. But soon, countless black hands surged up like vicious beasts that had sensed a threat and provocation.
They reached out from the deeper darkness and grabbed at Lin Qing, ready to tear him to pieces.
Just then, a boundless radiance erupted from the depths of Lin Qing's soul, forcefully and tyrannically ripping apart the endless darkness.
Lin Qing's fall came to a halt. He lightly stepped onto a patch of nothingness, yet it felt incomparably solid beneath his feet, as though an entire world supported him.
Lin Qing looked at the radiance flowing around him.
Saint's Corpse?
It was very similar, but not the same. Lin Qing was extremely familiar with the power of the Saint's Corpse.
He reached out and gently touched it.
From the flowing light, Lin Qing felt concern and anticipation coming from afar.
Every beam of light here represented a strand of longing—
The longing everyone in the Naruto World felt for him.
"Thank you."
Lin Qing murmured, tightly grasping that light as he examined his surroundings.
In that brief moment, the void beneath his feet gradually condensed into solid ground under the radiance, while a gray-white sky appeared overhead.
A Ripple Crystal appeared in Lin Qing's palm. Through Ripple's resonance with the world, he sharply grasped the difference between the sky and the earth:
"The sky I entered through represents the world of the living."
"The ground beneath my feet represents the hell of the dead."
"So..."
Lin Qing looked