Chapter 1392: Peak of the Cloud Sea—A Terrifying Clue!

The miserable scream was hidden beneath the rumbling sound of the swirling storm. Within the mist, on the right shoulder of the large man of the Fengtian Wolf Tribe, the figure of the young woman who had been hiding, preparing to scheme against Wang Lin, was forcibly expelled!

The mist of the Ancient Tomb required all, regardless of their cultivation, to undergo a trial; even Third Step mighty figures were subjected to it, let alone this mere woman of the Fengmie Clan!

As soon as her figure appeared, she immediately trembled violently, her entire body rapidly withered, and in the blink of an eye, she was completely corroded by the mist, turning into a withered skeleton of a beauty!

Yet, within this mist, the woman died once more!

But the instant she died, the withered skeleton did not dissipate. Instead, it emitted bursts of gray light, and in a flash, flesh and blood eerily grew back. In just a moment, the dead young woman was Reborn again!

Her eyes revealed unconcealable terror. In a short span of time, she had first been killed by Wang Lin's scheme, and she had initially felt fortunate, but the moment she was struck by the mist, she died instantly without any power to resist.

The Fengmie's Three Lives; two had died thus far!

But all of this was not the source of her fear. What she feared now was that even though she was Reborn and still had one last life, she was inside this mist!!

This mist kills invisibly. Even if she was Reborn, if she were struck by the mist again, the consequence… would be true death!!

The young woman, almost immediately upon Rebirth, retreated hastily with a pale face, wanting to leave the mist, but how could the speed of the mist be something she could compare to!

The moment her body reappeared, before she could retreat far, the mist immediately surged wildly into her body. Despair filled the young woman's eyes. Her Fengmie Clan was almost comparable to an Undying Body, but now, the terror of death came surging over her!

All of this happened in a flash, incredibly fast. The young woman was covered by the mist again and was already despairing, but the mist suddenly left after circulating once inside her body. Not only did she not die, but a surge of vitality grew within her, rushing into her glabella and forming a numerical mark!

In this brief instant, the young woman experienced life and death, sweat soaking her clothes. Before she could recover, a suction force immediately enveloped her. Startled and unable to struggle, she was directly sucked into the depths of the mist.

And the large man of the Fengtian Wolf Tribe, one step ahead of the woman, was sucked into the depths of the mist!

Wang Lin clearly saw these scenes. His eyes flashed, and the sight of the young woman dying and being Reborn shocked his mind.

"I killed her once before, and this strange mist killed her again, yet she still won't die! The Fengmie Clan… is simply too powerful!"

"However, judging by her final expression, it didn't seem fake. That despairing gaze revealed her true inner feelings. If this woman dies again, she absolutely won't live!" Wang Lin was highly perceptive and deeply calculating, so analyzing this matter was not difficult for him.

What truly puzzled him was his current state. He was struck by the mist, but after entering his body, the mist did not form a numerical mark on his glabella. Instead, it transformed into a surge of Ancient God Power, which was instantly absorbed by the Star Points on his glabella.

However, this Ancient God Power contained too much Death Qi, and Resentment Qi permeated it. After Wang Lin absorbed it, violence immediately grew within his body, transforming into a Savage Energy that roared in his mind.

If he hadn't suppressed it quickly and immediately stopped the absorption, his mind would have been immediately thrown into chaos by that energy. Despite this, after dispelling the savage Ancient God Power, his mind became clear like never before. This feeling was extremely obvious, just like Transmigration between summer and winter.

Since no numerical mark appeared on his glabella, he wasn't caught by the suction force. Standing in the mist, Wang Lin's eyes flickered as he continuously analyzed the situation in his mind.

Gradually, his eyes grew brighter. Recalling the numerical marks and the direction he came from, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Those numerical marks might be incomprehensible to outsiders, but they are clearly Ancient Script! Could this place be the direction that Greedy Wolf mentioned for leaving the Ancient Tomb!" Wang Lin's heart pounded. His eyes flashed with brilliant light. He suddenly turned and stared straight into the depths of the mist, in the direction that had sucked away the large man of the Fengtian Wolf Tribe and the young woman.

"No wonder the Ancient Script mark didn't appear on my glabella… No wonder the mist, upon entering my body, transformed into Ancient God Power… The number on the large man's glabella was 14… The woman's glabella was 29…" Wang Lin licked his lips, his eyes showing contemplation.

"This place is fraught with danger, and the Ancient Tomb is even more perilous… Should I go, or not go!"

Three breaths later, determination appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. His nature was always to seek fortune amidst danger! If he gave up entering the Ancient Tomb, he might not encounter its opening again for who knows how long; perhaps he wouldn't have such an Opportunity in his entire life!

His eyes flashed. Wang Lin's expression was indifferent, revealing caution, as he sped straight toward the depths of the mist.

The greater the danger, the more it represents the existence of Opportunity and Good Fortune!

"Ancient Tomb, let me, Wang, witness what kind of terror and Good Fortune exists within! As an Ancient God, entering here will definitely bring me more benefits than others!"

Wang Lin moved like a swimming fish, advancing rapidly. He resolutely gave up absorbing this mist filled with Death Qi and Resentment Qi. Although this mist could strengthen his Ancient God Power, Wang Lin knew that if he absorbed it, his consciousness might no longer belong to him, but would instead be controlled by the Death Qi and Resentment Qi, turning him into a Living Dead Person!

Wang Lin's speed increased, but his expression grew even more cautious. Although he wasn't exactly treading lightly, it was close. Throughout his life, he had relied on this caution to overcome repeated crises of life and death.

If one were to speak of recklessness, it was only when he schemed against the group of people suspected to be the Venerable Master. This matter was a crazy thought of his, and this thought appeared without any Clue. More accurately, it suddenly sprouted after he spoke with the First Generation Vermilion Bird.

Moreover, for this matter, many self-evident ideas and reasons arose in his heart. He even integrated the soul of Heavenly Fate Child to deduce and calculate, and resolved that if the Venerable Master was truly cultivating in seclusion there, and had only slightly recovered from heavy injuries, he would immediately use the Jade Slip to escape back to the Inner Realm.

All of this seemed to be his own idea, appearing naturally.

However, after escaping from the Fire Sparrow Clan Holy Land, starting from the moment Wang Lin began to suspect whether that middle-aged man was the Venerable Master, a terrifying doubt surfaced in his mind… This doubt made his body turn cold!

"Why did I do such a crazy thing and conceive such a crazy idea…" But the moment this doubt appeared, it immediately dissipated in his mind. Seemingly naturally, other matters interfered, making him almost forget that such a doubt had appeared when he was questioning the identity of the Venerable Master.

But at this moment, after entering the mist, his mind suddenly became clear. It was as if the inside of the mist and the outside world were two different realms. A Mysterious Power that had descended upon Wang Lin at some unknown time was forcibly cut off when he entered the mist!

The disappearance of this Mysterious Power caused Wang Lin's dissipated doubt to rise again, growing increasingly intense. In just a moment, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Abruptly turning his head, Wang Lin stared intently at the swirling mist behind him. His gaze seemed capable of piercing through the endlessness, seeing past the mist to the calm Primordial Stars.

After a long time, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze, a hint of fear showing in his eyes. He had never felt this way in his life. The more he recalled the scenes after arriving at the Primordial Stars, the more Wang Lin felt as if a power was controlling him from the shadows.

After a moment of silence, the fear in Wang Lin's eyes was replaced by a cold light. He pondered carefully for a long time, confirming that the decision to enter the Ancient Tomb was made after his own analysis, and not due to the influence of the shadows, before turning and heading straight into the depths of the mist.

His speed grew faster and faster, almost transforming into a long rainbow. As he continuously approached the deepest part of the mist, he saw struggling Cultivators, swept away by the suction force, whistling past him.

All these people had numerical marks on their glabellas!

"37, 45, 71…" In silence, Wang Lin gradually approached the deepest part of the mist, and from afar, he saw a hideous Rift within the mist!

The world inside the Rift had no mist, but there were bursts of distortion. Even so, Wang Lin saw at a glance the hideous heads resting upon the floating shattered stones inside!!

The Ancient Tomb!

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he was about to step into the Rift, but just then, the surrounding mist suddenly roared. Wang Lin abruptly turned his head and his eyes narrowed.

He saw continuous roaring as the mist behind him churned, and slowly, a person walked out from within. This person was a middle-aged scholar, but his appearance was extremely handsome, faintly resembling a woman! However, he was slightly pale now, clearly finding it very difficult to reach this point.

Nine strange statues encircled his body. These statues had no hair, and displayed nine different expressions: anger, joy, sorrow, and so on. Each statue's expression was unique. They surrounded the scholar, who resembled a woman, emitting bursts of faint yellow light, forcibly allowing the scholar to walk out of the mist and reach this place!

This scholar's glabella also had no numerical mark! He saw Wang Lin, and a look of surprise appeared on his tired face.

Wang Lin's expression was normal, but great waves churned in his heart. He clearly knew the power of the mist, yet the person before him had forcibly walked here. Without speaking, Wang Lin turned and stepped directly toward the Rift, about to enter the Ancient Tomb!

"Fellow Daoist, could you possibly lend a hand?" A pleasant, feminine voice came from the scholar's mouth.

Within the Primordial Stars, in a boundless starry sky, a massive palace floated. This starry sky seemed to be hidden within the Primordial Stars, undetectable by anyone.

The palace was slightly dim, with only a few Candle Flames burning intermittently, making faint crackling sounds.

Using the firelight, one could vaguely see a well on the floor of the palace. The well contained water, and the surface was like a mirror, reflecting three clusters of Candle Flames, making it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion.

A figure completely shrouded in a Black Robe, with no visible features, stood silently beside the wellhead, gazing at the water surface. Inside the water surface, besides the reflected three clusters of Candle Flames, there was also a white-haired figure.

This figure was none other than—Wang Lin!

Wang Lin's figure was surrounded by the three clusters of Candle Flames, resembling a Seal!

But the moment Wang Lin stepped into the mist in the Primordial Stars, the water surface in the well inside the palace immediately rippled, shaking as if interfered with by a power that did not belong to this realm. Amidst the shaking, Wang Lin's figure distorted and eventually dissipated.

"The sudden opening of the Ancient Tomb disrupted this old man's plan… What a pity… What a pity… Fishing the Moon from the Well, I was just a hair's breadth away…" The person completely hidden in the Black Robe watched all this, murmuring in a calm, hoarse, and aged voice. He raised his right hand, revealing dry, withered fingers and long, slightly curved fingernails, and touched the water surface.

The Ancient Tomb involves a great deal and is extremely important; careful consideration is required before writing!