Chapter 1399: Peak of the Cloud Sea: The Enemy Arrives

Wang Lin's indifferent gaze swept over the Cultivators who had retreated dozens of feet. Within each of them, emotions were changing drastically; with just a thought, he could ignite the opponent's False Fire, inflicting immense damage.

However, danger lurked everywhere within this Ancient Burial Ground. Before clearly understanding the secrets of this place, Wang Lin had no intention of killing everyone here unless necessary. What he wanted was to establish his authority!

Moreover, among the Cultivators before him, there were a few whose cultivation was unfathomable. If he pushed them too hard and they joined forces, it would be detrimental to Wang Lin in this Ancient Burial Ground.

Wang Lin rarely did things like gratuitously killing people if there was no benefit.

His gaze was chilling, especially with the nine colors of False Fire revolving in his left eye, and his white hair fluttering, giving him an eerie aura. As his gaze swept past, everyone who met Wang Lin's eyes felt their minds violently shake, and their faces grew even paler.

"You previously said that if I, Wang, killed more than ten Vicious Beasts here, you would turn hostile and try to destroy my soul and refine my spirit?" Wang Lin raised his right hand and pointed at the Cultivator who was large, wearing a rich man's robe, and holding an abacus.

The Cultivator trembled, the fat on his face wobbling as well. He forced a bitter smile, secretly lamenting his misfortune. He realized he hadn't known the other party was a False Fire Cultivator; refining the soul of a False Fire Cultivator… he didn't even believe he could accomplish such a thing.

He feared that before he could refine the other party's soul, his own body would be completely incinerated by the False Fire.

Wang Lin's eyes gradually turned cold as he stared at the corpulent Cultivator, a hint of killing intent flickering in his gaze.

Sweat beaded on the corpulent Cultivator's forehead, his heart pounding. He vaguely felt a flame slowly burning inside him. As his throat dried up, the Cultivator quickly flipped his right hand, producing a palm-sized scale, which he hurriedly offered. He said bitterly, "This humble Daoist did say those words. Please forgive me, Fellow Daoist. This item was obtained from this Ancient Tomb Platform. Please accept it, considering it payment for my recklessness just now."

Wang Lin grabbed in the Void Realm with his right hand, and the scale immediately landed in his grasp. He glanced at it, put it away, and shifted his gaze from the corpulent Cultivator to another person.

"You previously said that if I, Wang, killed one more Vicious Beast, I would die here today. I am giving you this chance!" Wang Lin spoke slowly, his words icy cold.

The corpulent Cultivator inwardly sighed in relief when he saw Wang Lin was no longer targeting him. However, the Cultivator in Black who had spoken those words felt his heart jump. His eyes were constantly closed, as if he were blind. He stood there silently, his expression dark and shifting.

After a long moment, the Cultivator in Black cupped his fist towards Wang Lin, flicking his right hand forward. A black Flying Sword shot straight toward Wang Lin, enveloped constantly by a dense Devilish Qi.

"My previous words were reckless, Fellow Daoist, please do not mind them," the Cultivator in Black said softly.

Wang Lin took the sword and observed the Cultivator in Black for several breaths. This person gave Wang Lin a very strange feeling. Although emotional fluctuations existed in his body, they were not obvious. That alone would have been fine, but between this person's eyes and brows, there was a strange power, existing like a Seal. It seemed that if this person opened his eyes, that sealing power would burst forth.

"And you, you told me to scram? If I didn't scram, you wanted my corpse to scram?" Wang Lin wouldn't normally be so aggressive, but since he intended to establish his authority, he might as well be arrogant. If anyone was truly blind to the situation, he wouldn't mind killing them individually.

The Cultivator in Purple Robes, behind whom a Vicious Fish phantom manifested, had a pale face and a sweat-drenched back. Hearing this, he forced a bitter smile, repeatedly cupped his fists, and without speaking, immediately took out a Gourd-shaped treasure he had obtained from the Ancient Tomb Platform and respectfully handed it over.

"Just one inappropriate sentence, and I have to give up the most important treasure I obtained here, sigh…" The Cultivator in Purple Robes felt bitter regret in his heart.

"And you, you spoke with such arrogance earlier, saying you would kill me if I, Wang, didn't obey, is that right!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed as he stared at the Old Woman in Green Robes. Among these people, this old woman's Divine Ability was extremely bizarre, and Wang Lin still hadn't figured out many clues about it.

Most importantly, Wang Lin couldn't detect any emotional fluctuations within the old woman; it seemed all of her emotions were deeply hidden.

The Old Woman in Green Robes looked at Wang Lin, a strange light flickering in her eyes. As she hesitated slightly, Wang Lin suddenly took a step forward. His speed was so fast that, in the eyes of the crowd, he instantly approached the Old Woman in Green Robes like a bolt of lightning.

The Old Woman in Green Robes' expression sank. She hastily retreated several steps, performed Hand Seals, and immediately, heaven and earth origin energy surged from within her, causing the space around her to instantly fall into distortion.

In an instant, Wang Lin approached, charging into the distortion. With a calm expression, he slapped his right hand forward, causing an earth-shattering roar that transformed into a deafening sound echoing in all directions.

Within a short period, the booming was continuous, as Wang Lin and the old woman clashed dozens of times with their origin energy in mid-air. The roar became increasingly violent, and outside their bodies, their origin energy confrontation formed an Origin Energy Storm that swept through the surroundings.

The remaining people hastily retreated. Everything happened too quickly. Almost instantly, the old woman spat out a mouthful of blood, her face pale, and she retreated frantically with a fierce expression. The moment she retreated, Wang Lin's figure burst out from the Origin Energy Storm, his white robes dazzling. In that instant, he formed a sword with the index and middle fingers of his right hand and abruptly pointed forward.

One Finger of the Years. In Wang Lin's mind, the desolate stone gate of the Wind Immortal Realm materialized, seeming to violently roll the heavens and earth with that one finger. This caused the sealed land to suddenly be permeated with an ancient aura, which merged into that finger and shot straight toward the old woman!

The old woman's expression changed drastically. Although she had already overestimated Wang Lin, she never expected that he was not only a False Fire Cultivator but also possessed cultivation no weaker than the fifth heavenly decay, and even his Divine Abilities were astonishing!

At this critical juncture, she could no longer hide her Divine Ability. Her body abruptly stopped retreating. Performing Hand Seals, she touched her temples and opened her mouth to spray out a cloud of Pink Mist.

As soon as the Pink Mist appeared, a strange fragrance spread out. Wang Lin's vision suddenly blurred, and scenes of illusions seemed to appear. The old woman's body became indistinct, and a series of phantoms abruptly appeared behind her.

Those phantoms were all people Wang Lin was familiar with!

This wasn't just true for Wang Lin; the surrounding Cultivators watching the battle also had a flash of confusion in their eyes. To them, the old woman seemed to have transformed into their dearest kin, and Wang Lin was currently killing their loved ones. A burst of fury instantly ignited within everyone.

"This person is actually from the Sealing Illusion Tribe, one of the Three Great Ancient Strange Tribes…" The young woman from the Sealing Destruction Tribe narrowed her eyes, revealing a look of surprise.

All of this happened in an instant. Seeing the surrounding Cultivators showing signs of being confused, Wang Lin's One Finger of the Years violently collided with the Pink Mist.

Booming sounds violently echoed throughout this sealed land. The Pink Mist rapidly rolled back, seemingly unable to withstand Wang Lin's finger. Swept away like a gale, it instantly vanished into smoke and dust, dissipating in the years, allowing the finger to strike the old woman's glabella.

The old woman's body shook, and she was thrown backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The emotions hidden within her collapsed under this finger, unable to be concealed any longer. They violently erupted, instantly transforming into a sheet of False Fire that burned fiercely. The mark originally present on her glabella was immediately destroyed, replaced by a faintly discernible Totem resembling the silhouette of a woman!

Within the flames, screams immediately arose!

The confusion in the eyes of the surrounding Cultivators instantly vanished, replaced by horror!

"Sealing Illusion Art!!"

"This old woman is from the Sealing Illusion Tribe!"

"The Sealing Illusion Tribe, one of the Three Great Strange Tribes!"

Wang Lin stopped in mid-air. He made his move not just to kill, but more importantly, because the old woman's Divine Ability was bizarre, and he wanted to figure out its secrets. He had already found the answer, but having gained insight, he abandoned his killing intent.

The False Fire outside the old woman's body rapidly dissipated as Wang Lin willed it, retracting into the old woman's body, transforming into a Seed of Fire, which became an existence comparable to a Restriction.

Without the False Fire burning her, the old woman's face was deathly pale. Her gaze toward Wang Lin showed deep fear and apprehension. In silence, she took out the Magic Treasure obtained from the Ancient Tomb and handed it to Wang Lin without hesitation.

The remaining Cultivators, their hearts trembling, one by one took out their Magic Treasures and quickly offered them, seeking to offset their previous disrespectful remarks. Even the young woman from the Sealing Destruction Tribe fearfully and timidly handed over her Magic Treasure.

Only the woman in white with hair reaching her hips gave Wang Lin a deep look, then smiled brightly. As her body swayed, the platform beneath her slowly flew up, heading straight toward the sky.

"There should be a strange treasure within this sealed land. Since you are interested, I shall depart. I imagine we will meet again in this Ancient Burial Ground…" The woman's calm voice drifted over. Her figure, along with the Shattered Stone Platform, gradually moved away, disappearing without a trace through a Rift torn open in the sky.

Wang Lin's gaze narrowed, but he remained silent.

The conflict seemed to end here, and everyone's gaze involuntarily fell upon the ground, upon the Ancient God, Ancient Devil, and Ancient Demon!

Especially the thousand-zhang Shattered Stone Platform resting on the Ancient God's back, which was shrouded in red mist, churning and surging, seemingly sealing something extremely powerful!

Wang Lin also looked toward the Ancient God on the ground, but just then, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly looked up at the horizon.

The heavens and earth suddenly roared. Almost all the Cultivators present noticed the drastic change. They saw a distortion suddenly appear on the horizon, faintly revealing nine enormous platforms rushing toward them with thunderous force!

"There are actually people here! Fine, all of you hand over the Magic Treasures you obtained from the Ancient Tomb Platform and wait on the side!" This voice was filled with a sinister tone, accompanied by a vast, overwhelming pressure that descended abruptly!

The distorted Rifts in the sky surrounding this sealed land seemed to be ripped open. The nine platforms rushed through the tear without making a sound, appearing in the sky above this sealed land!