Chapter 26: The Strengthened Heart

  A huge rhino was running wildly in the mountains and forests, suddenly there was a faint blood oozing out from its body.

  In the next instant, countless fine bloodlines burst out of the rhinoceros's body, splashing a sky full of bloody flowers.

  Boom!

  The massive rhino corpse crashed to the ground, snapping many large trees. Fresh blood flowed slowly from under the corpse, dyeing the surrounding ground a deep red, as if a strange and eerie "blood flower" had bloomed.

  Whoosh!

  Ling Lin was like a swallow, lightly alighting on a branch, her body incredibly agile as she darted through the dense thicket of trees. In just a few blinks of an eye, she arrived beside the rhino's corpse.

  "They all said you can't escape." Ling Lin stood beside the rhino's corpse, saying softly. Looking at the rhino's corpse that had already been stained red with blood, Ling Lin couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. Ever since he broke through to the Xiantian stage, his strength had increased several times over. No wonder it was said that a single Xiantian cultivator could sweep aside ten or so peak martial artists, this gap was indeed very large.

  Before breaking through the innate, it was impossible to kill this rhino-like beast with thick skin and flesh. But now, Ling Lin thought about the scene just now, and he only swung two punches, and the rhino was shaken to death. Looking at the dark red blood blocks on the ground, Ling Lin knew that these were the rhino's internal organs, and his strength had increased so much!

  Ling Lin's expression was indifferent, and he stretched out one hand with his palm facing the rhinoceros corpse on the ground. His five fingers were clenched in a loose fist, and inside his body, the somewhat awkward "Killing Immortal Technique" began to circulate. After a moment, thin strands of black gas floated out from the rhinoceros's body and slowly seeped into Ling Lin's palm.

  "Is this the power of slaughter?" Ling Lin said slowly, feeling a faint black gas growing slowly inside his body. "However, this is still far from enough to form a killing heart."

  "The Slaughter Dao Scripture" is based on slaughter, and to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one must have a vast amount of slaughter energy. However, this energy can only be formed in corpses. Although there are some scattered slaughter energies floating between heaven and earth, relying on absorbing these scattered energies for cultivation would result in an extremely slow pace, almost no one is willing to do so. In Zilin's memory, every cultivator who practices this method will inevitably cause catastrophic slaughter. One person's success comes at the cost of countless lives, and if "The Slaughter Dao Scripture" were to reach its peak, the resulting slaughter would be terrifying - a mountain of corpses and an ocean of blood!

  "What kind of terrifying cultivation method have I chosen for myself?!" Ling Lin lamented in his heart after understanding everything. He was not a bloodthirsty demon, nor did he intend to cause massive senseless slaughter. But could he choose otherwise?

  "It seems I'll have to stay in the Lianyun Mountains for a while longer." Ling Lin muttered to himself. He had originally planned to leave, but because he needed to cultivate the "Killing Dao Scripture", he couldn't help but continue staying here for a period of time. The Lianyun Mountains were home to many ferocious beasts that he could kill and cultivate with. But if he went outside, what else could he kill? Kill cultivators? Facing people he didn't know, it wasn't a question of whether he could bring himself to do it or not. If he really took action, he estimated that by the second day, his wanted poster would appear in all the major sects.

  Putting aside the chaotic thoughts, Ling Lin calmed down and continued to condense the killing intent. To cultivate the "Killing Dao Scripture", one must first form a killing heart within their body. Without a killing heart, it is easy for the cultivator to gradually lose themselves in the killing during subsequent cultivation.

  Obviously, a congenital Jinx beast can't provide much murderous aura. After absorbing the last bit of murderous aura, Ling Lin secretly sighed, "Still far from enough." No wonder everyone who cultivates this technique causes catastrophic slaughter, it's just that this perverted technique requires too much murderous aura.

  "It seems that I am destined to be a laborious person." Ling Lin sighed, paused for a moment, looked at the rhino's corpse on the ground which had shrunk severely in size, and said, "However, this is not bad either." Now, every time he killed a ferocious beast, it was a triple gain. He could condense the killing aura, the Purple Blood Sword could absorb it to recover, and there were also those valuable demon cores.

  Feeling the Purple Blood Sword's gradual recovery, the killing intent within his body was also slowly increasing, and with more and more demon cores in the Qiankun Bag, Ling Lin couldn't help but feel a sense of delight.

  After a day of slaughter, Ling Lin returned to the small cave with some fatigue. Today, he only killed eight fierce beasts. The reason why he only killed so few was not because Ling Lin didn't kill fast enough, but because the nearby innate fierce beasts were scared away and hid, some even left this place, like leaving their hometown, and went to other places.

  "This piece of land's congenital ferocious beast is hard to find, it seems like tomorrow we'll have to change places." Ling Lin lay on the ground, habitually looking at the sky outside the cave. Suddenly, he sat up, his gaze slowly lingering over every corner of this unremarkable small cave, a hint of nostalgia, a hint of longing, and a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if two young boys' scenes of laughter and joy floated before his eyes.

  "I want to eat." The girl stared straight at the rabbit being roasted by the boy beside the fire, her mouth slightly open, drooling.

  "Haha." The young man couldn't help but laugh at the girl's adorable appearance.

  "Alright, you rascal, how dare you laugh at me!" The girl bared her small tiger-like teeth and pounced on the boy with a playful growl.

  "Don't eat anymore." The young man swiftly tore off a plump rabbit leg from the roasted rabbit and vigorously waved it in front of the girl.

  "Hmph, I'll forgive you this time." The girl wrinkled her delicate nose, but couldn't resist the temptation of the food. She picked up a rabbit leg and started devouring it voraciously, occasionally sticking out her tongue to say "delicious".

  The lovely appearance brought a burst of laughter from the young man.

  Laughter echoed in the small mountain cave.

  A cool mountain breeze blew into the cave, and Ling Lin felt a refreshing sensation in his head. The illusion in front of him suddenly shattered like bubbles, and he stretched out his hand, desperately trying to grasp something back, but found that there was nothing in front of him.

  He stood up, walked to the entrance of the cave, looked up at the starry night sky. In his heart, he silently recalled his experiences since coming to this world. His hands, hanging down from his sleeves, gradually clenched into fists. Everything here follows one principle: the strong are revered! He must become stronger! He must control his own destiny! If he smiles, heaven and earth will smile together, all things will rejoice; if he is sad, heaven and earth will be sad together, all things will perish.

  A young man's heart is slowly rising with a desire to become stronger.