Chapter 1404: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Secret of the Tomb Platform (Fourth Update)

The Body Fixing Art with a single finger must be used at the most crucial moment and cannot be cast in advance, allowing others to be on guard. Therefore, it must succeed in one go, it must succeed! Only then can it be called an unexpected trump card!

Wang Lin's Body Fixing Art has accompanied him for over a thousand years throughout his life, and every time he used it, it achieved miraculous effects!

At this moment, when it was cast, Reverend Lingdong was already severely injured, practically on his deathbed. His body suddenly trembled, and the red mist surged, completely engulfing the last gap and swallowing Reverend Lingdong into the mist.

To achieve the greatest victory with the smallest cost has always been Wang Lin's principle in his lifelong battles. If he had taken the Jade Slip earlier, and Reverend Lingdong's injuries hadn't reached this extent, he might have had a chance to escape.

The Body Fixing Art follows the same logic!

Therefore, Wang Lin had to fight, first allowing the opponent to be severely injured to their limit, then at the most critical moment, take the Jade Slip, cast the Body Fixing Art, and deliver a fatal blow to the opponent!

This battle was swift and decisive!

Wang Lin formed Hand Seals with both hands, instantly casting countless Restrictions onto the red mist. Rumbles echoed from within, with roars and weak growls continuously sounding, gradually subsiding after a long while.

"I'm not afraid of Restrictions, but that Dao Spirit, being sealed by such Restrictions, is clearly an extremely powerful entity. Letting it fight with the heavily injured Lingdong is what benefits me the most!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed. All of this was within his calculations. If Lingdong hadn't been injured, perhaps that Dao Spirit wouldn't have been his opponent, and a battle would inevitably lead to damage.

But now, it perfectly aligned with Wang Lin's calculations.

Thunder stirred in Wang Lin's right eye, and a thunder diagram materialized, floating above the thousand-zhang mist. Thunder rumbled, and bolts of lightning continuously struck down, forming a net.

Flames flickered in his left eye, surging out and encircling the thousand-zhang mist, forming a sea of fire. Amidst the burning, it further fused with the thunder, forming a tight Seal.

After doing all this, Wang Lin tapped his right hand on his glabella. Immediately, the Ancient God Star Point on his glabella rotated, and the Heavenly Emperor Furnace surged out, enveloping the thousand-zhang mist.

Wang Lin formed Hand Seals with both hands and cast a mark, and the Heavenly Emperor Furnace began its refining!

Looking at the mist, Wang Lin's eyes flickered. The Heavenly Emperor Furnace was an Ancient God Royal Clan Magical Artifact. Besides its powerful defense, the most important aspect was the word 'refine'!

This furnace doesn't refine pills or treasures; it refines Ancient Slaves!

Slaves of the Ancient Gods!

After doing all this, Wang Lin didn't continue staring at the mist. Instead, he took a step and headed straight for the two Ancient Breath Leaves sealed together in the distance. With a wave of his right hand in the Void Realm, the two leaves flew over.

"I didn't expect this Reverend Lingdong to also obtain an Ancient Breath Leaf… I just don't know where he got it from." Wang Lin separated the two leaves, taking the one belonging to Reverend Lingdong. His Divine Sense surged out and swept over it, imbued with Ancient God Power, scattering Lingdong's Divine Sense.

This item, after all, belonged to the Ancient Clan; outsiders could not truly master it.

Leaving his Ancient God aura on the leaves, Wang Lin carefully put away these two leaves. This treasure was extremely useful to him! In some situations, it could even compare to the Body Fixing Art!

With a glance, Wang Lin looked at the two-thousand-zhang dark red tomb platform suspended in mid-air. His body swayed, and he stepped onto the platform.

"Reverend Lingdong mentioned 'Tier 2 Tomb Platform' before, so this must be it… I just don't know what great use this tomb platform has…" Wang Lin frowned, then squatted down to examine it carefully.

After a while, Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he noticed some clues.

On the surface of this platform, beneath the dark red, blood-like color, there were many runes!

Wang Lin understood everything at a glance when he saw these runes. They were precisely the numerical markings that appeared on the glabella of the Cultivators who entered this place!

Wang Lin clearly remembered that when his group was fighting for the platform, even if a Cultivator's Physical Body collapsed upon death, the numerical marking on their glabella would not dissipate but would transform into runes floating there.

At that time, he saw this scene but couldn't figure out the hidden meaning, but now, seeing this platform, he understood everything.

"Those numerical marking runes, when integrated into the platform, can make the platform advance…" Wang Lin murmured, then looked down. There were five hundred eighty-nine rune marks on this platform.

Within this Sealed Land, more than ten Cultivators had already died. Although these people died, the numerical markings on their glabella transformed into faint runes, floating within this world.

Even the previous red mist storm did not destroy these runes. Furthermore, Reverend Lingdong and the middle-aged scholar were eager for treasures, so they didn't have time to collect them.

A glint flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He raised his right hand and swept his sleeve, and immediately, these floating dozen or so runes flew straight towards him. After careful examination, Wang Lin waved these runes towards the platform beneath him.

The runes landed on the platform one by one and quickly fused with it. But just as the eleventh rune merged, the platform suddenly shook violently, trembling intensely.

At that instant, countless specks of dust from the surrounding world rapidly converged and merged into the platform. Under Wang Lin's gaze, the platform visibly expanded by a circle. At the same time, even more dust seemed to break through the Void Realm, rushing into this Sealed Land from an endless place, continuously merging into the platform.

Gradually, the platform grew larger and larger: two thousand three hundred zhang, two thousand five hundred zhang, two thousand eight hundred zhang… until it reached three thousand zhang, when it suddenly stopped shaking. Its color was no longer dark red but had turned purple!

Floating in mid-air, it looked like a small continent, quite astonishing!

Wang Lin's expression changed, and he abruptly lowered his head, staring intently at the platform. What shocked him was not the platform's sudden enlargement, but that the moment it became three thousand zhang, a Divine Sense-like aura permeated from the stone platform, flowing directly into his body through his feet, transforming into a series of images!

These images rapidly fused with Wang Lin's memory, giving him no chance to react, becoming a part of himself.

Closing his eyes, a map-like object immediately appeared before Wang Lin. This map was vast, but most of it was covered by black mist. Only three areas had the black mist dispersed. These three areas combined occupied nearly three-tenths of the entire map.

After looking closely, Wang Lin found his current location on the map. This place was called the Fire Dao Sealed Land!

There were three such Sealed Lands on these three interconnected map sections!

He also vaguely saw a route on this map, a route that led deep into this Ancient Tomb.

His mind trembled. After a long while, Wang Lin opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, he was stunned. The Sealed Land before him now appeared to have countless fine Rifts, which opened and closed like wounds, very strange.

Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward, leaving the tomb platform. The moment he left, the Rifts he could see suddenly vanished without a trace, wiped clean from Wang Lin's sight.

Returning to the tomb platform, those Rifts reappeared in Wang Lin's eyes.

"This tomb platform is strange…" Wang Lin was silent for a moment, unable to figure out the reason. But he vaguely realized that in this Ancient Tomb, perhaps this tomb platform would be the key to everything!

"It should have reached Tier 3 now… If it could go higher, perhaps not only would the map fully unfold, but this tomb platform would also manifest other Divine Abilities…" Wang Lin's eyes showed contemplation. A moment later, his gaze fell upon the Heavenly Emperor Furnace below.

Inside the furnace, thunder and fire intertwined, and Ancient God aura permeated, continuously refining. The mist had already shrunk from a thousand zhang to over eight hundred zhang, and was still slowly and rapidly shrinking.

With a cold smile, Wang Lin took a step, sat cross-legged outside the Heavenly Emperor Furnace, and continuously cast Restrictions with his Hand Seals, which penetrated the Heavenly Emperor Furnace and directly imprinted onto the mist.

Wang Lin was proficient in all Restrictions except the Ancient Soul Restriction. As he changed them now, the Restrictions were continuously weakened and eventually dissipated layer by layer. Half an hour later, only a hundred zhang remained!

This revealed the thousand-zhang platform below, carried by the Ancient God!

Wang Lin waved his right hand, and the three Jade Slips obtained from the middle-aged scholar immediately passed through the Heavenly Emperor Furnace and directly imprinted onto the hundred-zhang mist. The mist suddenly paused, stopping its蠕动 (wriggling).

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stood up, pressing both hands on the Heavenly Emperor Furnace. Ancient God Power surged out frantically, and bursts of shrill cries emerged from within the Heavenly Emperor Furnace. Countless souls materialized, forming two large hands made of souls, which directly rushed into the hundred-zhang mist and fiercely tore outwards!

With a bang, the hundred-zhang mist ball was forcibly torn open by these two large hands, revealing its true contents!

Before Wang Lin could examine it closely, a heaven-shaking roar erupted from within the torn mist ball. The Fourth-Grade Fire Dao Spirit roared out, seemingly able to sense Wang Lin, and charged straight towards Wang Lin's direction outside the Heavenly Emperor Furnace.

A great roar shook the air. Wang Lin coldly watched the Qilin-like Dao Spirit collide with the Heavenly Emperor Furnace and rebound. Its body was covered in wounds, and its spirit was clearly dispirited, indicating that its battle with Reverend Lingdong within the mist had been very difficult.

However, the fierce light in its eyes seemed undiminished. As it retreated, it continuously let out low growls.

Behind it, a corpse lay there, its flesh and blood a blur. It was Reverend Lingdong! The Heavenly Emperor Furnace was Wang Lin's possession, and Reverend Lingdong had nowhere to hide within it. Wang Lin saw at a glance that this person was not dead; rather, his Primordial Spirit had contracted within his body, feigning death while rapidly healing.

He raised his right hand, formed a Hand Seal, and pointed at the Heavenly Emperor Furnace. Immediately, a turbulent swirl appeared within it, sweeping away the Dao Spirit to an unknown location, leaving only Reverend Lingdong lying there.

"No need to feign death. I didn't intend to kill you. Compared to a dead Lingdong, I'd rather have a Third Step Ancient Slave!" Wang Lin said coldly, as the six Ancient God Star Points on his glabella rotated, and Ancient God Power surged frantically into the Heavenly Emperor Furnace, commencing the cruel refining of a slave!