CHAPTER 603: CHAPTER 602: BITTER REALM SANDSTORM

Silence.

Only the howling of the wind and sand, and within the sandstorm, the eerie voices like ten thousand ghosts wailing echoed between heaven and earth.

At the inn’s entrance, those with their eyes wide open staring ahead, shivered one by one following Lin Hao’s decisive action.

No one expected the Earthling with seemingly unimpressive cultivation to actually hammer to death a half-step Great Emperor at the edge of the sandstorm.

Now, they finally realized that Lin Hao was pretending to be weak to entrap a strong foe; a half-step Great Emperor, so easily had his head smashed.

If a fight had broken out earlier inside this inn, no one knew what the outcome would have been.

Many people felt a chill down their spines, thankful that they had restrained themselves earlier; otherwise, they would be the ones dead now.

However, more people looked on with cold expressions, merely hoping Lin Hao would die beneath the sandstorm.

"Hurry up, dear guests, the sandstorm is coming!" The waiter stood at the entrance, their expression finally showing some concern.

The waiter didn’t care about those who had died, but felt that those still alive might be saved.

Lin Hao wanted to hurry too, but the powerful force from the sandstorm behind him made it impossible for him to increase his speed.

Gusts of cold wind, as if summoned by ten thousand ghosts charging forth.

"Amidst miles of yellow sand, no monk to be seen..."

Suddenly, amidst the howling wind, a long, ghastly voice like that of a fierce ghost rose.

Huaxia language!!

Lin Hao was shocked, thoroughly stunned.

In the Upper Realm, even Earthlings born and bred here may not know the language of Earth, let alone Huaxia language.

Yet, here behind him in the deadly dust storm, Huaxia words were being spoken, a truly shocking event, whether in his past or present life, Lin Hao knew that no Earthling had ever been a prodigy.

But, apart from that one prodigy from Atlantis, it seemed like no Earthling became famous in the All Heavens and All Worlds during the ancient mythological era, and none left even a slight mark.

Within this sandstorm...

Lin Hao was horrified, puzzled at the moment.

"The raging sandstorm drowns the scholarly..."

Another voice!

Deep and full of the elegance of scholars, yet also as chilling as a ghost of a thousand years.

Likewise, it was in the Huaxia language!

"Whoosh!!"

Just at that moment, within the inn, a figure flashed, and Sunset Three Laughs unexpectedly appeared at the entrance, his eyes sharp as blades, staring intently behind Lin Hao.

At the same time, his expression turned serious, aura swirling around him, hands trembling slightly as if probing the frequency of the sandstorm.

"Do you hear that... there’s a voice inside the sandstorm!"

"There’s someone talking."

"What are they saying? I can’t understand at all."

Several martial artists standing at the door widened their eyes, their faces both horrified and amazed.

Huaxia language, in the Upper Realm Plane, no one but Earthlings could understand it.

"I remember there’s never been a voice in the sandstorm before." Someone who had experienced sandstorms a few times showed a grave look, equally marveling.

"Nonsense, the Bitter Realm sandstorm co-exists with heaven and earth, but since ancient times, records in the archives mentioned this. The sandstorm harbors Ancient War Souls that fight against the heavens and earth, their killing intent undying throughout eternity. If you are lucky, you might hear the cries of these Ancient War Souls within the sandstorm."

Someone who seemed like an old scholar emerged from the inn, inexplicably excited, quoting classics and presenting as knowledgeable in both ancient and modern times.

This was a rare tale of the Bitter Realm, not many knew about, though it wasn’t unknown, it’s just that most who did know had died in the sandstorms.

But now, no one thought the old scholar was lying, because they all heard the voices coming from the sandstorm.

Ancient and full of killing intent, earth-shattering and heaven-shaking!

Only fifty meters away from the inn, the distance was already short.

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But the sandstorm that blotted out the sky was already behind Lin Hao, its powerful force pulling him towards the billowing sand. With each half step he took, Lin Hao felt as though he had to exert all his strength as if he were nursing.

"It’s too late, he’s doomed. Close the door quickly!"

The martial artists at the entrance, with shock on their faces, retreated in a flurry.

"Shut the door!"

More people started shouting.

However, the innkeeper and Sunset Three Laughs stood motionless at the entrance of the inn.

The murderous aura-ridden sandstorm was already spreading into the inn, causing the inhabitants’ legs to tremble uncontrollably with the overwhelming fighting spirit and murderous aura.

"Among the Three Religions, Taoism leads!!!"

Within the savage sands, another war cry, like a clash of thunder, instantly exploded on the land. The people inside the inn were stunned, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell from their foreheads, shaken by the roar.

Although the roar was heard without seeing its source, the ferocious roar, heavy with the intent to fight, made it seem as though a headless warrior was battling against both heaven and earth amid the raging wind!

Everyone was shocked, and they all seemed to imagine what kind of battle had taken place within this ferocious sandstorm at the dawn of heaven and earth.

Outside the inn, Lin Hao’s expression changed drastically.

This sandstorm in the Bitter Realm was powerful, and those three chanted shouts were even more unsettling.

It’s bad enough with the Huaxia language, but now, the Three Religions have joined in!

The Three Religions!

Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism!

Aren’t these the ultimate forces of the Three Realms in the Cosmic Plane?

How could they appear here?

Lin Hao was astonished, but more than that, delighted!

In this endless yellow sand, he felt the power of True Qi!

True Qi is different from the Primordial Qi cultivated by martial practitioners; it is the force from the source of the Three Realms of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism.

He never expected to encounter it here.

Could it be that this Bitter Realm Yellow Sandstorm is an ancient site of the Three Religions?

Lin Hao was deeply shocked, and between heaven and earth, it seemed another battle cry was heard, but the voice, after countless years, was not as clear and forceful as the previous three sentences, being disturbed by the wind noise amid the storm.

Whoosh!!

A murderous gale swept over, darkening the skies, blinding sight.

Rolling yellow sand, like countless Death Spirits, instantly engulfed Lin Hao’s figure.

"Close the door, activate the formation!"

Sunset Three Laughs couldn’t hear the last sentence either and, deeply upset and angry, let out a low howl and shut the door of the inn with a slap of his hand.

"He..."

Weiwei sighed, the Earth man swallowed by the yellow sand could not have survived; death was certain. Having run the inn in the Bitter Realm for many years and witnessing countless sandstorms, none who entered had ever come back alive, not even the Great Emperors.

Lin Hao was surely dead.

Weiwei refrained from further words, made a circular motion with her hands, took out a piece of jade, and murmured silently.

As she chanted softly, the entire inn was enveloped in a faint golden glow, instantly blocking the sandstorm from entering the premises.

At this moment, not far in front of the inn’s door, Lin Hao felt as though he had entered another world.

Within the rolling yellow sands, it seemed countless ferocious spirits were howling.

Between heaven and earth, from an unknown place, the earth-shaking battle cry rolled in like thunder.

"Amidst the endless sands, no monks in sight, storms and tempests drown the scholars..."

The rolling roar was deafening, and Lin Hao felt as if his head was about to explode.

Suddenly, a red light flashed in the distance, and a dangerous aura instantly enveloped him.

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