Chapter 109: Realm Law

The Wandering Soul struggled all the way, rushing towards the Teleportation Formation. Wang Lin composed himself, his eyes flickering as he watched. The dozens of people inside the Teleportation Formation, seeing the Wandering Soul charging at them, immediately retreated, each taking out their Magic Treasure and nervously staring at the Wandering Soul's every move.

The Wandering Soul got closer and closer, and the tension among the people inside the Formation visibly intensified. Just then, the Wandering Soul touched the light barrier outside the Teleportation Formation.

Wang Lin's expression remained normal, but he sighed inwardly. The moment the Wandering Soul touched the light barrier, it immediately turned into smoke and dissipated. The people inside the Formation immediately cheered, their nervous expressions easing considerably, becoming even more certain that this Teleportation Formation could keep them safe.

"A newborn Soul Devourer is useless. That Teleportation Formation is the entrance to the Living Beings Space. Any Soul that touches it will immediately be obliterated by the Realm Law."

A voice came from his Divine Sense. Wang Lin listened, a noncommittal expression on his face. He stared at the Teleportation Formation, lost in thought. After a long while, his eyes flashed, and he continuously pointed his hands around him several times, causing more than a dozen Wandering Souls to struggle and float towards him.

Wang Lin sneered inwardly. He pointed at the Teleportation Formation, and the dozen or so Wandering Souls immediately rushed towards it. The difference in Rank made it impossible for them to resist, and they dissipated one after another outside the Formation.

Wang Lin's gaze was solemn. He noticed a clue: the moment these Wandering Souls touched the light barrier, a black thread suddenly appeared, drilling into their bodies. This was the reason for the Wandering Souls' deaths.

As for how the black thread appeared, because of its extreme speed, Wang Lin could only see a faint blur and couldn't make it out clearly. A hint of doubt flashed across his face.

Without a word, he swept his Divine Sense without hesitation, encircling over a thousand Wandering Souls, and pointed them all at the Teleportation Formation. Immediately, these Wandering Souls rushed forward. Several exclamations of surprise came from within the Teleportation Formation. The Cultivators' faces turned pale and bloodless. If one or two Wandering Souls had only caused them fear before, and over a dozen Souls had made them quite panicked, then the current onslaught of over a thousand Wandering Souls could no longer be described merely as fear. To be precise, it was terror!

Some even closed their eyes in despair, but most placed their last hope on the light barrier, while also preparing to commit suicide immediately if the light barrier couldn't stop so many Wandering Souls. They would rather die than be devoured by Wandering Souls.

This point had already become a consensus among most Cultivators.

The moment those thousand-plus Wandering Souls rushed towards the light barrier, they screamed and dissipated, vanishing as if blown away by a strong wind.

Wang Lin suddenly stood up. He saw it: the black threads appeared randomly from all directions. No matter where a Wandering Soul rushed towards the light barrier, a black thread would appear beside it.

These black threads were clearly greatly related to the Realm Law that his neighbor spoke of.

Wang Lin's gaze grew colder. He swept his Divine Sense again. This time, the number of Wandering Souls exceeded 2000. Under his urging, these two thousand Wandering Souls began their suicidal charge once more.

At this moment, the Cultivators inside the Teleportation Formation had just caught their breath from the state of terror, but then they became anxious again. It wasn't that they lacked confidence in the light barrier, but rather that everything they had seen and heard along the way had already scared them out of their wits.

It was like being surrounded by a pack of ferocious wolves, even with a ring of fire around them, they were still afraid.

The moment those two thousand Wandering Souls rushed forward, Wang Lin pointed his right hand, and the mutated Wandering Soul that had been following behind him showed a pleading expression, not daring to advance.

Wang Lin stared at the Wandering Soul. Although Wandering Souls possessed some intelligence, this was the first one he had seen capable of conveying a pleading expression. Staring at the Wandering Soul, Wang Lin's expression gradually turned cold.

The Wandering Soul whimpered, unable to withstand the pressure of Wang Lin's Divine Sense, and immediately rushed out. As soon as it rushed out, it was different from the other Wandering Souls. All the Wandering Souls along the way made way for it. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as when they saw Wang Lin, it was clear that they feared this fellow creature.

At this moment, the two thousand Wandering Souls had already collided with the light barrier, and black threads suddenly appeared and drilled into them, causing them to dissipate rapidly one by one. Just at this instant, the mutated Wandering Soul suddenly charged out.

Wang Lin's pupils suddenly contracted, revealing a hint of joy. He saw that half of the mutated Wandering Soul's body had already drilled into the light barrier. Just then, a black thread appeared in an instant and drilled into its body.

The mutated Wandering Soul showed a pained expression but still rushed in, quickly pouncing on a Cultivator. The Cultivator immediately screamed, and his body rapidly turned into a dried corpse.

Just then, suddenly, more than a dozen black threads appeared around the dried corpse and drilled in like lightning. The mutated Wandering Soul immediately rushed out, showing an extremely painful expression. It hadn't gotten far before it turned into flying ash and disappeared.

The Cultivators inside the Teleportation Formation all changed their expressions drastically, staring at the dried corpse in silence. Some female Cultivators even started crying.

Yang Xiong sighed inwardly, stepped forward, and kicked the dried corpse out of the Teleportation Formation.

Wang Lin's brows were tightly furrowed. Then, he decisively drew out a wisp of his Divine Sense and cautiously probed forward. The moment it touched the light barrier outside the Teleportation Formation, a black thread appeared nearby and drilled towards it like lightning.

Wang Lin's Divine Sense immediately retreated quickly. The black thread drilled into empty space, then instantly changed direction and shot after the Divine Sense.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth. Instead of dodging, his Divine Sense met it head-on. He wanted to see how powerful this black thread was. If it were before, Wang Lin would not have easily tried, but since the mutated Wandering Soul could withstand it for a bit, he thought there shouldn't be too much danger.

The black thread immediately drilled into Wang Lin's Divine Sense, and a destructive energy exploded within the Divine Sense, actually rushing towards Wang Lin's main body along the Divine Sense.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with brilliance. His vast Divine Sense swarmed forward, immediately enveloping the destructive energy, and then he unhurriedly began to study it.

After a long while, Wang Lin sighed inwardly. With a thought of his Divine Sense, the energy was crushed and dissipated. Although he hadn't fully comprehended the structure of this energy, it was clear that this black thread inflicted immense damage upon the Soul, as if it were specifically created to annihilate Souls.

Wang Lin mused that if the number of these black threads exceeded a certain amount, even he would be unable to withstand them.

Wang Lin closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened them. He flipped his right hand, taking out three Storage Pouches. He searched within them with his Divine Sense, finally finding Ma Liang's Teleportation Jade Talisman, as well as several Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

Xu Hao and Ge Yang were also unlucky. Shortly after killing Ma Liang, they encountered a large number of Wandering Souls. Although they escaped at the time, they later didn't know what happened; everywhere they went, as soon as Wandering Souls saw them, they would immediately pounce. Even Wandering Souls that were chasing other Cultivators would immediately abandon their pursuit and specifically trouble the two of them. Some even spat out half-devoured Souls and rushed at them recklessly.

Under such special attention, the two of them couldn't last long before being devoured by Wandering Souls. Therefore, even though they obtained Ma Liang's Storage Pouch, they didn't have time to examine it carefully, which ensured the integrity of the Storage Pouch.

After going through the three Storage Pouches, Wang Lin was somewhat surprised. There were many things inside, including Spirit Stones, Magic Treasures, and Materials, all complete and abundant.

One must know that these were the accumulated goods of Xu and Ge for nearly fifty years, so naturally, there was no shortage.

Just the Mid-Grade Spirit Stones from the two Storage Pouches combined amounted to over two thousand pieces. Holding the Spirit Stones, Wang Lin recalled that he had spent a great deal of effort studying the Basic Formation Manual in the space Rift. He remembered a Formation called the Turtle Shell Profound Annihilation Formation. This Formation had no offensive capabilities, but its defensive power was quite good. Furthermore, it was one of the few basic Formations that could move with the Formation arranger.

This type of Formation, which could provide close-quarters defense, required a large number of Spirit Stones. Wang Lin had thought at the time of his research that if he had enough Spirit Stones, he would definitely set up more of these Formations on himself.

He calculated the activation time of the Teleportation Formation, then unhurriedly picked up a Spirit Stone, crushed it, quickly dabbed his fingertip, and drew a symbol in the air. Every stroke, every line, Wang Lin was fully focused. The moment the symbol was completed, he immediately infused a wisp of Divine Sense into it.

The symbol flickered slightly, then floated motionless in mid-air. He then crushed another Spirit Stone and continued drawing. One Mid-Grade Spirit Stone could create one symbol. Before long, Wang Lin had already used nearly seventy Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

Some of these were discarded due to failed attempts. Wang Lin was already adept at theoretical research, but when it came to actual arrangement, his technique was inevitably a bit rusty.

Looking at the forty-nine symbols floating before him, Wang Lin sighed with emotion. This Formation was truly too costly. Wang Lin previously didn't have many Mid-Grade Spirit Stones on him. If it were before, even if he had mastered the Formation, he probably wouldn't have had the capital to set it up.

Wang Lin took out another Spirit Stone and began to create the Formation core. With a flick of his right hand, the Spirit Stone immediately floated up, and the forty-nine symbols were imprinted upon it one by one. With each imprint, the Spirit Stone emitted a trace of light.

After all forty-nine symbols were imprinted, the color of the Spirit Stone had become crystal clear. Wang Lin reached out and grabbed it, and the Formation core Spirit Stone immediately flew into his hand. Wang Lin pressed it to his glabella, and an invisible ripple instantly appeared outside his body. If one didn't observe carefully, not a trace could be seen.

Immediately after, Wang Lin continued to create. His technique became increasingly skilled, and the number of failures gradually decreased. He completed the second set of Formations using nearly sixty Spirit Stones.

Time slowly passed. In the blink of an eye, the moment the Teleportation Formation was to activate was approaching. The Cultivators inside the Teleportation Formation were all nervous, feeling as if days were years, wishing the Formation would activate quickly so they could leave this terrifying place.

Moreover, during this period, the collapse of the Outer Realm Battlefield had intensified again. The Rifts in space outside the Teleportation Formation were becoming more numerous and larger, and large areas of collapse had already appeared.

The moment the Teleportation Formation activated, Wang Lin pressed the last Formation core to his forehead and stood up, his eyes shining brightly.