Chapter 115: Self-Made Devil Head (Large Chapter)

Wang Lin glanced at Xu Ligou, who was repeatedly bowing. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed slightly. The Storage Pouches of Zhou Gang and the other two immediately flew up and were grabbed by Wang Lin. At the same time, he waved his right hand, and several fireballs flew out, landing on the Corpse Yin Sect Disciples and the Corpse Puppets, instantly reducing them to ashes.

Immediately after, he grabbed Xu Ligou with a large hand. Since Xu Ligou dared not resist, Wang Lin held him and rapidly shot into the air, transforming into a long rainbow that vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the Disciples from the three other Schools in the Fire Burning Country finished collecting the Gold Burning Fruit inside the three surrounding volcanoes and left in separate directions.

Wang Lin returned to the cave, placed the Gold Burning Vine on the ground, and tossed Xu Ligou's Primordial Spirit forward. Xu Ligou immediately bowed anxiously and said, “Fellow Daoist, let’s talk this out, let’s talk this out. As long as you spare me, I will agree to any demand. I was wrong just now, Fellow Daoist, please calm your anger.”

Xu Ligou was extremely aggrieved internally. He was a dignified Nascent Soul Stage expert, but because his Physical Body was destroyed and his Nascent Soul was severely damaged and nearing collapse, his cultivation plummeted. Furthermore, he couldn't afford the exorbitant price of a Nascent Soul Physical Body. After weighing his options, rather than attempting Possession over the Physical Body of a low-level Disciple from another School—which would bring endless trouble if discovered—it was better to pay a price and purchase one from the Corpse Yin Sect. This way, he could recover peacefully without future worries.

However, possessing a Foundation Establishment Stage Disciple meant the time required for his cultivation to recover was too long, almost equivalent to starting his cultivation anew. Currently, he only had Late Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. His Nascent Soul was truly just a facade, lacking the strength it should possess.

Coupled with the dominance of Wang Lin's extreme realm Divine Sense, the current Xu Ligou was essentially a paper tiger, unable to withstand a single blow. However, if Xu Ligou's cultivation recovered to the Core Formation stage, the outcome would be completely different.

Wang Lin turned a deaf ear to Xu Ligou's pleas. His eyes flickered, and he slapped the stone wall beside him. The cave entrance behind him immediately sealed shut. Xu Ligou's expression changed slightly, and he cursed inwardly, immediately floating backward and swiftly drilling into the wall.

Wang Lin did not stop him. The extreme realm Divine Sense swept out, and red electric light immediately flashed forth. It flickered in front of Xu Ligou, causing his body to tremble as destructive power instantly filled his entire being.

Wang Lin grabbed with his right hand, and Xu Ligou's trembling Primordial Spirit was immediately caught. Wang Lin stared at the Primordial Spirit, pondered for a moment, and a sharp glint suddenly shone in his eyes.

The moment he saw Xu Ligou's Primordial Spirit, an extremely familiar feeling suddenly arose. He had thought about it carefully the entire way but had yet to figure out where this sense of familiarity originated.

Now, looking at the other party's Primordial Spirit, he suddenly recalled the reason for the familiarity: this Primordial Spirit bore a slight resemblance to the mutated Wandering Souls in the Nirvana Space.

Wang Lin rubbed his chin, and a thought arose in his heart.

If he could devour Wandering Souls just as he did in the Nirvana Space back then, his extreme realm Divine Sense would definitely be greatly strengthened. Moreover, Wandering Souls possessed immense power and an ability to devour that ignored all cultivation levels. Once he had a certain number of Wandering Souls in the Living Beings Space, finding Teng Huayuan for revenge would become very easy.

Most importantly, Wang Lin knew that if he encountered a Core Formation stage Cultivator now, he had no choice but to flee. But once he had Wandering Souls, even if a Core Formation stage Cultivator came looking for trouble, he would have the power to protect himself.

If the number of Wandering Souls was slightly greater, Wang Lin would even dare to fight a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

He knew deeply that his Spells were too singular. To be precise, he only knew some Elementary minor Spells, and regarding Magic Treasures, he had nothing else besides a single Flying Sword.

After experiencing the series of events in the State of Zhao, Wang Lin's mentality underwent a huge transformation. Everything he did now was to make himself stronger and prevent his fate from being controlled by others.

Xu Ligou's Primordial Spirit gave Wang Lin a thrilling association.

“Since the Wandering Souls from the Nirvana Space cannot be brought out, can I try to create one here?” Wang Lin's eyes flickered. He slapped his Storage Pouch, and the Iron Plate flew out. He pointed his right hand at the cave wall, and the Iron Plate quickly rushed over, carving out a Stone Chamber moments later.

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Lin forcibly erased Xu Ligou's Divine Sense using his extreme realm Divine Sense. After all, it was the Divine Sense of a Nascent Soul Stage expert. Even with his cultivation greatly reduced, it cost Wang Lin almost all of his extreme realm Divine Sense to barely succeed.

At this point, Xu Ligou's Primordial Spirit had become a translucent, unconscious object.

After the Stone Chamber was finished, the Iron Plate flew out and returned to Wang Lin's Storage Pouch. Wang Lin flicked his right hand, tossing the Primordial Spirit into the Stone Chamber. After leaving a trace of his extreme realm Divine Sense around as a Restriction, Wang Lin rested briefly and left the cave once more.

After searching the nearby mountain range, Wang Lin caught a few small beasts and returned. Inside the Stone Chamber, Xu Ligou's Primordial Spirit floated aimlessly in mid-air, completely motionless.

Wang Lin watched for a moment, then threw one small beast inside. As soon as the small beast entered the Stone Chamber, it immediately shrieked a few times, ran to a corner, curled up, and cautiously looked around, completely ignoring the Primordial Spirit in the air.

Wang Lin frowned, looking at the two parties coexisting peacefully inside the Stone Chamber. After pondering briefly, he reinforced the extreme realm Divine Sense Restrictions around the area, then ignored it. Instead, he dug out another Stone Chamber next to it and placed the remaining small beasts inside.

Having finished this, Wang Lin slapped his forehead with his right hand. The Heaven Defying Bead immediately flew out from his glabella. After circling once in the air, it immediately burrowed into the Gold Burning Vine on the ground nearby, sticking to one end of it.

The Gold Burning Fruit on the entire vine rapidly shrank at a visible speed, eventually disappearing completely. Streaks of wood-attribute Spiritual Qi all flowed into the Stone Bead.

The phantom image of the third leaf slowly appeared on the Stone Bead. Finally, after the entire Gold Burning Vine completely withered, the third leaf became solid.

A look of joy flashed across Wang Lin's face. He reached out and grabbed, and the Stone Bead flew up into his hand. After carefully examining it, Wang Lin took the bead, slapped his glabella, and the bead immediately melted and drilled inside.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, pondered briefly, and moved again, leaving the cave straight for the volcanoes. After searching several volcanoes in succession, Wang Lin spent three days completely eradicating the Gold Burning Fruit from the Gold Burning Mountain Range.

The Heaven Defying Bead's leaves unfurled to the fifth one.

Three days later, Wang Lin returned outside the Stone Chamber and looked inside. There were traces of feces and urine on the ground. The small beast was listless, its body dull and lifeless. Having digested the food from three days ago, it was now starving and extremely weak.

Xu Ligou's Primordial Spirit was still floating in mid-air. Looking closely, one could see he was more transparent than before, appearing as if he could dissipate at any moment.

Wang Lin remained silent for a moment, then released his extreme realm Divine Sense, driving the Primordial Spirit to float backward. Slowly, as Wang Lin's extreme realm Divine Sense pressured it, he eventually forced it above the small beast.

Finally, seeing nowhere to hide, the Primordial Spirit pounced on the small beast. Wang Lin's spirits lifted, and he observed carefully with a solemn gaze. He saw the small beast's body tremble violently. Finally, its body shook, and it suddenly scrambled up from the ground, a spark of vitality shooting from its eyes. But immediately afterward, the light grew dimmer and dimmer, until it finally tilted its head and collapsed onto the ground.

Just then, Xu Ligou's Primordial Spirit swiftly drilled out from the small beast's head and shot toward the nearby wall. But as soon as it hit the wall, it let out a miserable shriek and quickly retreated. It then changed direction, and after repeatedly failing to break through in several places, it floated in mid-air, swaying back and forth.

Wang Lin was not alarmed but rather delighted. Staring at the Primordial Spirit's eyes, he could clearly see that they no longer held confusion but were tinged with a hint of madness. Without a word, Wang Lin threw all the small beasts he had caught three days earlier inside. His eyes flickered as he concentrated and watched intently.

As soon as the small beasts landed, they struggled to run to the surrounding corners, their eyes filled with terror, shrieking continuously.

But what made Wang Lin frown was that the Primordial Spirit didn't even glance at the small beasts. The madness in its eyes also grew fainter and fainter, quickly fading away completely, becoming confused once more.

Wang Lin pondered briefly, then once again used his extreme realm Divine Sense to pressure the Primordial Spirit, forcing it into one of the small beasts. The moment the small beast died, the Primordial Spirit rushed out, and the madness in its eyes immediately resurfaced.

However, the Primordial Spirit still ignored the other small beasts. Wang Lin lightly snorted and, using the same method again, forced the Primordial Spirit to devour all the Souls of the small beasts. The madness in the Primordial Spirit's eyes intensified.

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then turned and left. He caught several more wild beasts in the nearby mountain range. This time, he specifically selected creatures with heavier ferocious Qi. One of them even possessed a trace of Spirit Monster Qi.

After returning to the cave, Wang Lin created a few more Stone Chambers, classifying and placing these animals inside. He then grabbed a roaring wild beast with bloodshot eyes and threw it into the Primordial Spirit's room.

After once again using his extreme realm Divine Sense to urge the Primordial Spirit to devour, the madness in its eyes became even denser.

Wang Lin watched outside the Stone Chamber for a long time. He didn't know if continuously feeding it this way would allow this Primordial Spirit to transform into a Wandering Soul, or what was commonly called a Devil Head.

Actually, the best method should have been to capture Cultivators for the experiment. However, Wang Lin was worried that if the Primordial Spirit devoured a Cultivator, its own cultivation might increase. If that happened, once the entity exceeded the range of his extreme realm Divine Sense, he might be in danger. Therefore, without complete certainty, he did not want to use a Cultivator's Soul directly.

Four days later, all the captured animals, except for the creature possessing a trace of Spirit Monster Qi, were used up one by one. On this day, Wang Lin grabbed the Spirit Monster and threw it into the Stone Chamber.

Under the pressure of the extreme realm Divine Sense, the Primordial Spirit slowly pounced toward the Spirit Monster. But the moment it touched the Spirit Monster, the Primordial Spirit immediately erupted with intense resistance, forcibly halting its pounce, and a look of hesitation appeared on its face.

Wang Lin's extreme realm Divine Sense moved, and red lightning immediately traveled around the outside of the Primordial Spirit. Finally, the Primordial Spirit lunged at the Spirit Monster. Time passed slowly, and the Spirit Monster's body continued to tremble violently.

Half an hour later, the Spirit Monster's body burst open with a bang. A red phantom figure leaped out. After pausing briefly in mid-air, it immediately let out several sharp shrieks.

The appearance of the Primordial Spirit had completely changed. Its entire body emitted a dark red light, and a dense, malevolent Qi was clearly felt even by Wang Lin standing outside the Stone Chamber. In Wang Lin's eyes, he was no longer a Primordial Spirit, but a Devil Head.

Wang Lin's eyes lit up. After pondering briefly, he opened the Stone Chamber and walked inside.

The Devil Head suddenly turned its head, stared at Wang Lin, and pounced. Wang Lin's expression was cold, and a red lightning bolt flashed in his eyes. The Devil Head immediately let out a miserable cry and was heavily flung far away.

A fierce look flashed across its face, and it pounced again. Wang Lin stretched out his right hand and grabbed the Devil Head from a distance.

"Seeking death!" Wang Lin's voice was icy, and red electric light continuously flickered in his eyes. Each time it flickered, the Devil Head trembled. The fierce look in its eyes gradually receded, slowly replaced by renewed fear.

Finally, it even showed a pleading look. Wang Lin, holding the Devil Head, walked out of the stone chamber. After arriving at his usual meditation spot, he tossed the Devil Head into the air.

A fierce look flashed across the Devil Head's face again, and it unhesitatingly rushed towards the ceiling of the stone chamber, attempting to escape. Wang Lin sneered inwardly. His extreme realm Divine Sense quickly caught up and administered a slight punishment. The Devil Head immediately let out a miserable cry, a wisp of murky smoke emerged from its body, and it instantly became listless.

Wang Lin patted his Storage Pouch, and the iron piece flew out. Then, he stared at the Devil Head and said indifferently, "Go in and hide. Do not come out without my summons."

The Devil Head glanced at Wang Lin fearfully, transformed into a red light, and drilled into the iron piece.

After collecting the iron piece, Wang Lin looked around with some emotion, then walked out. At the entrance of the cave, he flicked his sleeve, and with a series of rumbling sounds, the cave was sealed off.

Wang Lin did not look back, rose into the air, and flew towards the east.

According to Ma Liang's memory, the location of the War God Temple was precisely in the east. Wang Lin had already planned this. He hadn't found the way back to the State of Zhao in Ma Liang's memory. To find it, he could only go to the Scripture Pavilion of the War God Temple, where there was a map.

In addition, the Blood Refining Magic Treasure, the small green sword, had now turned into an iron piece, its power greatly reduced. If dealing with Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators, Wang Lin wouldn't need to use it, but if he encountered a Core Formation Cultivator and his extreme realm Divine Sense was ineffective, this Magic Treasure would serve as a life-saving measure.

Therefore, Wang Lin absolutely had to learn Artifact Refining. To learn Artifact Refining, he still had to return to the War God Temple, which had a dedicated Artifact Refining Hall.

Besides these, Wang Lin also needed to find an extreme yin location. Otherwise, his cultivation would only remain at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. Only in an extreme yin location could the Yellow Springs Ascending Aperture Art possibly form three cold pills, thereby allowing him to enter the Foundation Establishment Late Stage and even Core Formation.

Wang Lin did not intend to give up the Yellow Springs Ascending Aperture Art. After all, Situ Nan had once said that cultivating this Cultivation Technique, once all three cold pills appeared and fused together, there was a high chance of Breakthrough into the Core Formation Stage.

Previously, when restoring his cultivation, because there was no yin-cold liquid, Wang Lin could only Cultivate the inferior Divine Dao Art from Ma Liang's memory in the War God Temple during Foundation Establishment. However, the spiritual power cultivated by this Divine Dao Art had no attributes, and purely in terms of quality, it was much inferior to yin-cold spiritual power.

But its advantage lay in its endurance. If the yin-cold attribute was likened to an indestructible sharp sword, then the spiritual power cultivated by the Divine Dao Art was like a soft, pliable silkworm thread.

The War God Temple was located on a mountain peak that soared into the clouds in the eastern part of the Fire Scorching Country. The mountain peak was shrouded in clouds and mist, with numerous Spirit Beasts. Behind the main peak were four slightly shorter sub-peaks, which were the cultivation grounds for the four major side halls of the War God Temple.

As the head of the four major sects in the Fire Scorching Country, the War God Temple had over three thousand Disciples. Even excluding some outer sect laborers, there were still more than two thousand three hundred Inner Sect Disciples.

On this day, on an isolated peak a thousand li away from the War God Temple, Zhou Zihong, Yang Xiong, and Lin Tao had been waiting since early morning. Three days ago, the three of them suddenly felt a tremor in their Souls and received a message from Wang Lin, using their Soul Blood as a guide, instructing them to retrieve some items and meet here three days later. The appointed time had long passed, but the three of them dared not leave.

Among the three, Lin Tao looked panicked, feeling secretly nervous and searching for excuses.

Zhou Zihong's expression was blank. She pursed her red lips, her mind empty. Ma Liang had been gone for a year. She had thought he might never appear again, but three days ago, when her heart trembled and she heard his voice, her face immediately turned pale.

Yang Xiong's expression was the most composed. Aside from his gaze occasionally flickering, there was basically no abnormality, but if one looked closely, they would find his right hand clenched tightly.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon night fell. Wang Lin still hadn't appeared. The three looked at each other, a puzzled expression on their faces.

On a mountain peak two thousand meters away, Wang Lin stared coldly at the three. Since the great change in the State of Zhao, Wang Lin's character had become extremely cautious. Although he possessed the Soul Blood of the three, one could never truly know another's heart. It was possible the three might have the courage to fight to the death.

Therefore, Wang Lin was waiting, observing his surroundings. As soon as there was any disturbance, he would immediately crush the Soul Blood of the three and quickly flee.

At the same time, he was also observing the reactions of the three. Even if they were pretending, they couldn't maintain it for a long time. Among the three, Lin Tao's reaction was the most normal; he was uneasy from beginning to end.

Zhou Zihong had been in a daze, her blank expression difficult to conceal.

After paying a little attention to the two of them, he focused on Yang Xiong. This person's demeanor was extremely stable at first, but as time passed, it gradually became unpredictable.

Wang Lin stared at his right hand, a hint of coldness in his eyes. He pondered for a moment, then moved his body, descending towards the three. In a blink of an eye, he arrived before them, and a chilling Aura quickly spread.

Upon seeing Wang Lin, the three felt a tremor in their hearts. The fatigue from waiting for a long time vanished instantly.

Throughout this past year, all the events in the Outer Realm Battlefield echoed in their dreams almost every night.

They didn't know how strong Wang Lin was, but looking at him now, the Aura emanating from this Ma Liang made them feel a sense of trepidation.

They even had an illusion that even without the Soul Blood牵引, if Wang Lin merely had a thought, the three of them would be instantly killed without any power to resist.

This feeling immediately escalated to its peak after Wang Lin gave them a cold glance. Lin Tao was the first to collapse, kneeling on the ground with a thud, and stammered, "Lin Tao greets Master."

Yang Xiong and Zhou Zihong were not much better off, merely enduring it.

Wang Lin retracted his extreme realm Divine Sense, and the dangerous Aura immediately dissipated. Only then did the three let out a sigh of relief. Yang Xiong and Zhou Zihong quickly bowed in greeting.

As he bowed, a hint of bitterness flashed across Yang Xiong's face. He clenched the Jade Talisman in his right hand tightly. He had two ideas for coming here: first, to trick Wang Lin into going to the War God Temple, then seize the opportunity to ask his Senior to help him retrieve his Soul Blood. Second, if Wang Lin didn't go, he would secretly use the Jade Talisman in his hand to transmit his location. His Junior Brother at the War God Temple also had a Jade Talisman. As long as he injected a stream of spiritual power here, his Junior Brother's Jade Talisman would immediately light up, and following his instructions, his Junior Brother would immediately hand the Jade Talisman to their Master.

But now he realized how foolish his idea was. If he really did that, he would probably be the first to die.

This Senior who performed Possession on Ma Liang must be a powerful expert from a higher Cultivation Country. Otherwise, how could his cultivation only be at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, yet his Divine Sense made him feel so terrified?

Yang Xiong sighed inwardly, giving up the thought of resistance. He took a deep breath, quickly patted his Storage Pouch with his left hand, took out a Jade Slip, and respectfully said, "Master, I have brought the items you requested three days ago. This is the Jade Slip for the Artifact Refining Side Hall."

Wang Lin took it, swept it with his Divine Sense, and showed no ripple of emotion on his face. He nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Lin Tao.

Lin Tao's heart pounded a few times, and he whispered, "Master, that map is at the very top of the Scripture Pavilion. I… my cultivation is not enough; I can't get up there."

Seeing Wang Lin's expressionless face, Lin Tao gritted his teeth, looked up, and said, "Ten days! Master, give me ten more days. My cousin will be on duty in ten days. I'll make him help me make a copy no matter what."

Wang Lin glanced at him, nodded, and said indifferently, "If you truly bring it, I will return your Soul Blood when I leave the Fire Scorching Country." After speaking, he looked at Yang Xiong, his eyes growing colder, and said, "Originally, I could give you your Soul Blood now, but what you hold will overcompensate for your deeds. I will not kill you, but whether you can take your Soul Blood will depend on next time."

Yang Xiong swayed, his face instantly losing all color, especially when he saw Wang Lin's eyes, a strong sense of fear surged into his heart. He plopped to his knees, handed over the Jade Talisman in his hand, and revealed a nervous expression.

Wang Lin did not look at him, but instead looked at Zhou Zihong. Zhou Zihong gritted her teeth, raised her pretty face, and whispered, "Senior, that Divine Dao Art is very strange. Although I saw it once half a year ago, I had no impression of it at all after reading it, so I really can't make a copy. In fact, you don't need to go through all this trouble. As long as you return to the School, with Ma Liang's identity as someone who returned from the Outer Realm Battlefield, you will naturally be qualified to comprehend it."

The Divine Dao Art was what Wang Lin was most interested in from Ma Liang's memory. In Ma Liang's memory, he dreamed of comprehending it, but for some unknown reason, the War God Temple had extremely strict control over its Disciples comprehending the Divine Dao Art. If an external Disciple only needed to pay a certain amount of Spirit Stones at a specified time to comprehend it.

However, for internal Disciples, unless they reached the Core Formation Stage or rendered great service to the School, only by meeting one of these two conditions would they be allowed to comprehend it under the Protector of an Elder.

According to Wang Lin's analysis, this Divine Dao Art was probably a bit strange. It was highly possible that if a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator viewed it without a Protector, it would not be beneficial to the viewer.

He had not expected Zhou Zihong to succeed in copying it, so he was not disappointed at this time. He carefully looked at the three of them and said in a calm voice, "The three of you do not need to be so wary of me. As long as you do not provoke me, when I leave, your Soul Blood will surely be returned to you. But if you harbor malicious intentions, do not blame me for being ruthless."