He had already spent a large amount of time at the place, following the direction of the movement of the conical stones, all of which had now started to spiralling up. Wang Lin, after half a month of flying, had at last arrived at the top along with the stones.
This, was the final destination of these conical stones. A boundless and gigantic whirlpool, splendidly emerged in the center of the void space. In the end all of the conical stones, sank in it and slowly disappearing.
Wang Lin stared at the whirlpool, then after remaining silent for a bit, with his right hand forming a hand seal, in an instant, a flying sword emerged from his storage bag, floating motionlessly in front of Wang Lin. He swept it with his Divine Consciousness, leaving a trace of it on the flying sword, and with just a swing, the flying sword began flying towards the whirlpool.
Wang Lin closed his eyes, the trace of Divine Consciousness along with the flying sword was flashing forward at a very fast speed, immediately approaching the whirlpool and without any delay, it suddenly rushed inside.
In the split-second that it entered, the flying sword stopped slightly as if it had sunk into sludge, after a while, it slowly flew through the other side. A scene emerged in front it to Wang Lin, it was a world full of light, the ground was covered with thick layers of ice, the sky was slightly darkened but the light still managed to pass through and illuminate the layer of ice.
A breeze would blow intermittently, and after turning a few circles on the icy surface, it was gone into the distance.
Seen from afar, this place appeared boundless, but every now and then, there would be a black pagoda standing one after another. The nearest black pagoda had a height of merely a hundred feet, but the farther one goes, the taller the black pagodas become. Wang Lin could see that a black pagoda standing far in the distance had already surpassed four hundred feet in terms of height.
[TLNote: For those wondering what a Pagoda looks like see http://www.heritage-history.com/books/morris/japanese/zpage197.gif?height=600&width=900&modal=true%5D
The black pagodas were arranged in a single line, with their height increasing in an incremental fashion, it gave off a very spectacular feeling.
Especially, because the entire structure of black pagodas was made up of black rocks, and even under the reflection from the light falling on the layer of ice, it would all be absorbed in entirety without reflecting back even the slightest.
The flying sword after staying there for a while, flew back through the whirlpool and fell into the hands of Wang Lin.
Outside that huge whirlpool, Wang Lin opened his eyes. He recovered the Divine Consciousness that he had imprinted on the flying sword, and put the flying sword back into his storage bag. After a bit of silence, he took out the dragon’s tendon from inside. After shaking it for a bit, the Devil immediately flew out from within. It looked at Wang Lin with his eyes filled with excitement and said loudly: