Ascending to the Clouds Alone

Without thinking twice, Lin Su focused his mind and held his breath, gathering strength in his waist and abdomen.

The Psychedelic Moth's deadly attack was already upon them, and at that moment, the base of its wing paused slightly.

Just then, all of Lin Su's strength flowed like a torrent, rushing to his right arm, along his veins, past his wrist, and towards the tip of the blade.

The arm blade lashed out in that instant, the muscles in the arm stretched to their limit like a bowstring, and the wrist twisted and flipped upwards.

The blade pierced into the body of the whistling moth, severing the tendon connecting the wing root to the body!

The flapping of wings stopped abruptly, and the moth's entire body fell to the ground at an angle, fluttering continuously.

As the demon's blood splattered, the surroundings instantly fell silent.

Lin Su then realized that the black light had struck his left rib, tearing open the skin and flesh, and the burning sensation went straight to his bone marrow.

He raised his hand and wiped his face; his fingertips were sticky and warm, indicating that blood was seeping from all seven orifices.

Without a second thought, for mercy at this moment would be suicide, Lin Su, relying on his remaining intuition, lunged toward the direction of the Bewitching Moth.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Crack! Crack!..."

The blade in his hand no longer had any fixed moves; the blade light was like a sudden storm. The gray shadow twitched violently on the ground before finally becoming completely still.

He stopped when he could no longer lift his arm.

The Bewitching Moth was reduced to a pile of minced meat by Lin Su's blade, which smeared the ground along with a blackish-green liquid.

Staring at the mess, he suddenly thought of Han Xiangyu.

He died in the same way, except that instead of green liquid, he bled scalding red blood.

Before the bitter feeling in my heart had dissipated, the buzzing in my ears suddenly became sharp, like a piercing sound.

Lin Su already understood that each time he "heard" those things, a buzzing sound would be generated, and the buzzing sound would last longer as the number of times he "heard" increased.

This time, I don't know when it will disappear, and if it continues for a long time, I don't know what the outcome will be.

He simply ignored it and let the sound echo in his ears.

The scenes of the fierce battle just now kept replaying clearly in my mind, one after another.

After a long time, those images slowly faded away.

He looked down at the arm blade in his hand; the moth's blackish-green fluid was still clinging to the blade's edge, dripping down along the grooves.

He wiped his hands with his sleeve, then suddenly froze. The lingering tremor within the blade was still there, but weaker than before.

If this lingering tremor could be drawn out, perhaps it could be used like it was imbued with spiritual power?

The fight with the Bewitching Moth was too hasty, and I hadn't considered this crucial connection.

He brought the arm blade close to his ear to listen, but heard nothing. Could it just be an illusion after the fierce battle?

Suppressing his doubts, Lin Su decided to gather anything useful and leave immediately.

The bewitching moth's proboscis was intact, but it was a pity that its wings were broken into several pieces.

The wings are covered with powdery scales, which is probably the reason why the bewitching moth can bewitch people.

This moth should have a demon core, but I can't see it.

It's all because he didn't know his own strength when finishing off the enemy; that thing is probably already buried in the minced meat and mud, and can never be found again.

Lin Su carefully put away the vessel, scraped off the scales and powder, and then wrapped it tightly before taking a breath.

The cut on my left shoulder is still bleeding and is very painful, but fortunately the wound is not large.

However, the spot on his left rib where the moth's sonic blade had grazed him looked like a gaping maw, dripping with blood.

He raised his hand and gently pressed the wound, but felt no pain at all. It seemed that his mind was so tense that he had become numb to the pain in his body.

Although no bones were broken, the way the flesh was rolled up meant it needed to be stitched up, but the current situation didn't allow for that, so it had to be put on hold for the time being.

Lin Su looked down at his mud-stained robe, which was already torn to shreds.

If I tear off a few more pieces to bandage the wound, it won't be long before I'm practically naked.

Fortunately, it's July now, so it's fine to be naked.

He tore off a strip of cloth and wrapped it tightly around the wounds on his waist, abdomen, and chest.

After treating his wounds, Lin Su felt a sense of relief, and the long-accumulated fatigue surged up, almost causing him to collapse.

His stomach rumbled incessantly, and after a while, Lin Su got up and began searching the vicinity for anything edible.

In the shady crevice of the rock, several brightly colored mushrooms peeked out from among the decaying leaves, their caps dotted with purple spots.

He had never seen this kind of mushroom before, but his empty stomach left him no time to think about it.

He then picked a flower and smelled it. The scent was a bit strange; it should be edible.

Lin Su took a small bite and found the meat to be thick and fatty. The juices had a sticky feel when they went down his throat, a sweet and fishy taste that lingered. He found it quite good.

Once he confirmed that the mushrooms were edible, he began to eat them with great relish.

Gradually, he noticed something was wrong; his tongue felt a little numb.

These mushrooms weren't exactly delicious, but they were better than going hungry, so Lin Su ate several more.

This is bad! My tongue is starting to feel increasingly numb, and a warm sensation is about to rush straight to the top of my head.

Lin Su dared not eat anymore, and waited for the discomfort to slowly subside.

However, after a short while, his stomach began to churn violently, and he could no longer suppress it. A wave of nausea surged up, and the burning pain in his stomach was unbearable.

Lin Su hurriedly stuck his finger into his throat and stirred it, trying to vomit up the mushrooms he had eaten, but only a small portion came out.

In a dizzy state, the scene before my eyes became blurry, and something seemed to be twisting and struggling deep within my vision, trying to break free.

The scene before him was now blurred, and he blinked, a fleeting light and shadow passing by in a daze.

Is that crimson? But why is it so sharp, like a blade?

There was another color, like emerald green, deep and dark like a bottomless abyss.

Besides, a few wisps of color floated faintly at the edge of his vision. Just as he was about to focus on them, they vanished completely, as if they had never existed.

The annoying buzzing in my ears came with a sound, seemingly from afar, yet also echoing in my heart, its reality hard to discern:

"Can you see it?"

Lin Su opened his mouth to speak, but spat out several mouthfuls of sour water. He felt his limbs go numb and weak, and then collapsed to the ground.

Unwittingly, I discovered that my palm had a hazy, transparent quality, with faint bone shadows visible. Upon closer inspection, everything was distorted and deformed before returning to normal.

At this moment, Lin Su felt his headache getting worse and worse, and the world began to spin.

He struggled to get up, but only experienced more intense dizziness. His consciousness was torn between lucidity and confusion, and even his own existence became blurred.

Illusion and reality intertwined, the scene before him grew increasingly blurry, and finally, after everything became completely chaotic, Lin Su lost consciousness...

After some time, the nausea and dizziness subsided.

He seemed to come back to life, only to find himself still sprawled on the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

A few mushrooms were scattered around me. Was what I just experienced... a hallucination, or did it really happen?

Lin Su's head was still throbbing, and he tried hard to recall the sentence he had just heard.

See?

What did you see? Who said that?

He vaguely remembered that there was a deep purple, a bright green, and something else that flashed before his eyes so fast that he couldn't catch a trace of it.

At this moment, the sky was beginning to lighten, and a new day was about to begin.

Lin Su supported himself with his arm blade and slowly got up from the ground.

After managing to tidy himself up, he turned around and glanced at the jumbled rocks behind him.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Su withdrew his gaze, looked at the town whose outline was gradually becoming clearer in the distance, and began to take heavy steps.

As he walked along the rugged mountain path, that name uncontrollably surfaced in his mind once more.

A gentle breeze.

The "gentle breeze" that Uncle Han pointed to with his life was located in the heart of the Nine Domains—the Central Tianyuan Domain.

In this southwestern Qinglan Domain, the Wuxian Cult can run rampant and have the power of life and death. He really doesn't know what the Tianyuan Domain will be like.

Back in the day, the Lin family of Junling City was a respected cultivation family in a corner of Qinglan Domain, with a mansion and a legacy. But where is it now?

In this dog-eat-dog world of the Nine Realms, powerful families are nothing more than slightly larger ants.

With nowhere else to turn, Tianyuan Domain might be the only light still shining in this darkness.

Lin Su gripped that sliver of light tightly, pressing it inch by inch deep into his chest.

The town was right in front of us.

But for some reason, a strong sense of unease arose from the bottom of his heart, as if something was already waiting for him ahead.