Chapter 1393: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Third Sister, Fourth Sister

But just as the old man, whose entire body was hidden in a black robe, was about to touch the water with his finger, a thick, dazzling blue light suddenly erupted from the water, instantly engulfing the surface and meeting the black-robed old man's finger.

There was no sound, but a circular ripple suddenly spread from the point where the blue light met the old man's finger, transforming into a pervasive impact that blew against the old man's black robe, causing it to flap with a snapping sound.

"I can ignore your Moon in the Well on him… but if you kill him, I think…" A calm voice emerged from the blue light on the water surface. After a pause, the voice resumed.

"I will make a move."

The black-robed old man was silent for a moment, then spoke hoarsely, slowly saying, "You are no match for this old man."

"I can make your injuries worse." The voice within the blue light remained calm.

The black-robed old man did not speak. After a long while, he seemed to let out a faint sigh, and his hoarse words permeated the air.

"We have an agreement…"

"You asked me to act back then, and I did."

"Don't you want to reclaim your wife's body… Don't forget, you are one of the Five Primordial Venerables…"

The voice within the blue light fell silent. After a long while, its voice, carrying age and weariness, echoed in the great hall.

"I am also a father."

The great hall was silent, with only the faint sound of candlelight burning, slightly clear in the quiet hall, like the sound of contemplation.

"Just this once…" The black-robed old man slowly turned around and walked towards the depths of the great hall.

The blue light in the well silently dissipated.

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"Fellow Daoist, could you possibly lend a hand?"

Outside the Ancient Tomb Rift, amidst the thick mist, Wang Lin's steps into the Rift did not pause in the slightest because of this sentence or this pleasant voice.

He seemed to turn a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard the words, and his body transformed into a dazzling long rainbow, directly stepping into the distortion outside the Rift.

What was distorted was the mist, and even the void. As Wang Lin stepped in, he seemed to have left this world; all his Aura dissipated without a trace, and his figure vanished in a blink of an eye amidst the middle-aged scholar's stunned gaze, entering the Rift of the Ancient Tomb.

Wang Lin was not a child, nor did he have much curiosity, let alone the thought of helping others without knowing their background. In Wang Lin's view, the middle-aged scholar, who sounded like a woman, was extremely terrifying to have forcefully made it this far. He was unwilling to inexplicably interact with such a person.

Even if the other party promised benefits and asked for help, Wang Lin would leave without hesitation. His mind was extremely clear at the moment, with a subtle difference compared to before entering the Ancient Tomb's mist, but this small difference made him feel a sense of crisis.

The more he recalled his actions within the Primordial Stars, the more Wang Lin felt as if it wasn't himself, but rather a power that had subtly entered his body, silently manipulating his thoughts in minute ways… This made him even more cautious, his heart pounding, and he completely ignored the middle-aged scholar.

Seeing the strange young man depart even faster the moment he spoke, the middle-aged scholar frowned. Although his current position was less than a hundred feet from the Ancient Tomb Rift, despite his powerful cultivation and Magic Treasures, he could only reach this point and could not go further.

Watching the surrounding mist churn and surge, seemingly growing more violent, the middle-aged scholar sighed inwardly.

"It seems I still can't forcefully enter the Ancient Tomb with my main body… That little fellow doesn't have the Ancient Tomb mark on his brow… His identity is obvious; besides that brute Tuo Sen, the only one who can do this is the other Ancient God who caused Seventh Sister's Clone to perish…"

The middle-aged scholar's eyes flashed. He raised both hands and made Hand Seals, pointing. Immediately, the nine bald statues outside his body began to flicker with light, and with a wave of his jade hand, the light from these nine statues intensified, forming a continuous expanse that almost completely enveloped his body.

In a moment, within the mist, a female figure emerged from this light. This woman had an unparalleled appearance, long hair reaching her hips, and wore white clothes. Her body was slightly transparent, and nine streams of light could be clearly seen flowing within her.

The moment this female figure appeared, the mist surged over, rushing into her body, and instantly a faint mark appeared on the woman's brow.

With a soft sigh, the woman took a light step, entering the Ancient Tomb Rift a hundred feet away.

As her figure stepped in, the light in the mist slightly dissipated, and the middle-aged scholar's body withdrew from it, heading back. His face was slightly pale, and as he retreated, he murmured internally: "Only by sending a Clone into the Ancient Tomb… That little Ancient God's body faintly bears traces of Moon in the Well. Besides him, no one else in the Primordial Stars can use this technique. Perhaps, I and this little Ancient God still have the possibility of cooperating… Big Sister and Eighth Sister have been missing for many years, Second Sister has already found a collaborator, and even the foxy Fourth Sister didn't hesitate to snatch away that brute Tuo Sen… Fifth Sister has completed Possession of a body, so Daoist Blue Dream is naturally with her… If I don't find a collaborator for myself, I'm afraid I'll be isolated…" The middle-aged scholar's figure gradually receded into the distance as he pondered.

Just as he was about to leave the Ancient Tomb mist, the middle-aged scholar's eyes suddenly flashed, and his body abruptly stopped, looking into the distance.

In the distance, the mist surged, and faint growls and roars emanated from within. A violent Aura spread out, and the roaring sound contained a hint of madness.

"Even if you don't ask, this god will come on his own!! You woman, shut up!! Shut up!! Shut up!!"

A captivating laughter emerged beneath the roaring sound, a laughter full of temptation, like a demonic melody.

"I won't say anything then, but the more agitated you are, the more I like it… Being with you is much more enjoyable than with that useless Immortal Venerable…"

In an instant, a massive figure could be seen stomping out of the mist. This figure was so immense, almost like a Cultivation Planet, yet its body was continuously shrinking as it advanced.

It was Tuo Sen!

At this moment, Tuo Sen's eyes were bloodshot, as if he were insane, his expression ferocious, yet a domineering Aura surged from him. He roared continuously as he strode, about to pass in front of the middle-aged scholar.

"Isn't this the usually aloof Third Sister? What, with Third Sister's cultivation, can it be that you can't enter the Ancient Tomb?" The seductive voice, carrying a hint of charm, slowly emanated from Tuo Sen's brow.

The middle-aged scholar sneered, retreating a few steps, avoiding him from another direction and departing into the distance, his voice drifting back.

"A foxy nature is hard to change; that disgusting scent can be smelled from afar."

"You can't compare to Third Sister's lofty purity, who was once the Saintess of the Heavenly Gate Dao. I'm afraid you're still a virgin, aren't you? You were captured by the Immortal Venerable back then and kept as an excellent Cauldron for many years. It's a pity that old geezer had no fortune to enjoy it, but who will eventually claim this benefit, I wonder…" The seductive voice chuckled, seemingly indifferent, as it gradually moved away with Tuo Sen's figure.

A cold light flashed in the white-clothed scholar's eyes, and he walked further and further away with a cold snort.

The moment Wang Lin stepped into the Ancient Tomb Rift, he immediately felt a transmission force. Before he could even clearly see anything, his body swayed, and he quickly retreated several feet diagonally. With Hand Seals, streams of light enveloped his body, and a Light Shadow, fused with himself, faintly appeared.

This was due to his caution. After all, this was the Ancient Tomb, and many people had entered before him, so he had to be on guard.

The instant Wang Lin's full-body Light Shadow appeared, a loud bang was heard, and a powerful force suddenly struck Wang Lin, instantly colliding with the Light Shadow outside his body.

Fortunately, Wang Lin's cautious nature led him to activate the Light Shadow Shield before the sneak attack. At this moment, with a thunderous roar, the Light Shadow outside his body burst forth with dazzling light, and the powerful force of the attack was refracted by this Light Shadow Shield, suddenly counterattacking!

A muffled grunt was heard, as if someone quickly retreated.

All of this happened in a flash of lightning; almost at the same time Wang Lin stepped into the Rift, someone launched a sneak attack, but in an instant, they immediately retreated.

At this moment, Wang Lin also saw his surroundings clearly. This place was somewhat different from what he had seen outside the Rift before; although generally similar, it was clearly not the same location.

Evidently, the moment they entered the Rift, everyone was dispersed and teleported to different areas.

The sky was dim, and the ground was covered in a thick mist, like a fathomless sea, slowly wriggling, occasionally opening up black holes like gaping maws, as if waiting to devour.

In mid-air, countless boundless shattered stone platforms floated, each adorned with heads. At a glance, these shattered stone platforms were numerous, filling the sky, with no end in sight.

Directly in front of Wang Lin, a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe was rapidly retreating. His face was pale, blood still oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze towards Wang Lin revealed shock.

He was precisely the one who had just launched the sneak attack!

In the sky at this moment, there were dozens of Cultivators, all with shocked expressions. As Wang Lin's gaze swept over them, they instinctively retreated one by one.

A bloody Aura permeated the surroundings. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he immediately judged that these people had repeatedly joined forces to kill the Cultivators who were still bewildered and terrified when they were drawn into this place.

Killing for treasures!

Further away, there were scattered Cultivators attempting to step onto those platforms, but these platforms seemed to be surrounded by a strange power. Despite Divine Abilities being unleashed, no one could break through and enter.

A quick glance revealed hundreds of Cultivators here, but the place was so vast that it didn't feel crowded!

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