Chapter 148: Cultivating Pills (364 Bonus Chapter)

The doubts in his heart grew heavier. After pondering for a moment, his body moved, disappearing from the spot. He passed through the Fire Burning Country at an extremely fast speed, entering one of its neighboring countries, the Tianmao Country, from another border.

His target was a Heaven-Reaching Pagoda located at the center of Tianmao Country. The person within the pagoda was the Heavenly Mao Country's superior envoy.

Not all third-rank cultivation Countries possessed a Heaven-Reaching Pagoda. For example, Fire Burning Country and Xuanwu Country did not, which was why Fire Burning Country chose to invade Xuanwu instead of Tianmao.

Wang Lin meditated in seclusion within the Heaven Defying space. Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred days had already gone by outside.

On this day, Wang Lin suddenly opened his eyes from his breathing exercises. The enormous blood-red character "Slay" above his head slowly faded in color, eventually losing all its blood-red hue and turning grayish-white.

Layers of invisible fluctuations appeared around him, pushing outwards. The long, glowing strips within the Heaven Defying space, which had originally emitted a soft, dim light, now rapidly brightened. As the fluctuations spread, more and more glowing objects within the Heaven Defying space became brighter. This phenomenon continuously expanded, until all the glowing objects within his sight lit up completely.

Wang Lin stared blankly at the scene before him, his heart filled with shock.

Immediately after, the character "Slay" above his head slowly shrank. A massive spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly appeared within this Heaven Defying space. As the fluctuation grew more intense, a gray, fist-sized round pill gradually appeared in the Void Realm.

Above the round pill, wisps of flame-like filaments slowly spread out, gently drifting. Wang Lin took a deep breath, and with a grab of his right hand, the round pill immediately descended, stopping an inch above Wang Lin's palm.

Wang Lin swept it with his Divine Sense. The spiritual energy fluctuation contained within this pill was precisely the sum of a Core Formation Middle Stage Cultivator's entire cultivation. Li Muwan had previously explained the details of the Myriad Demonic Hundred Li Slaying Order to him. At this moment, Wang Lin pondered for a while and did not consume it immediately, but rather placed it into his Storage Pouch.

Wang Lin planned to consume this cultivation Pill when he formed his Nascent Soul in the future. This way, the success rate would likely be much higher. The success rate of forming a Nascent Soul was countless times smaller than forming a Core. Wang Lin knew that his successful Core Formation was largely due to the Yellow Springs Ascending Aperture Art, and secondly to Li Muwan's Heaven's Separation Pill.

If he lacked either of these two, whether he could succeed was truly unknown. He knew that it was possible for him to stop at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage in this life. Although he had successfully formed his Core now, there was an even more difficult hurdle in the future, which was the Nascent Soul Stage.

The difficulty of forming a Nascent Soul was too great. Wang Lin admitted that even with Ma Liang's Physical Body Aptitude, the hope of forming a Nascent Soul was slim, unless he could find some legendary Medicinal Pills that Li Muwan had mentioned could increase the chances of forming a Nascent Soul. However, those Medicinal Pills were almost all controlled by fifth-rank cultivation Countries and above, with few leaking out.

"Forming a Nascent Soul… forming a Nascent Soul… even with the Heaven Defying space, it would probably take over a hundred years to succeed… The most important thing now is to choose a Cultivation Technique. The Yellow Springs Ascending Aperture Art has reached its limit, and Situ Nan has not yet awakened. All of this depends on me." Wang Lin muttered to himself. A Core Formation Stage Cultivation Technique was his top priority now.

However, the choice of Cultivation Technique was somewhat difficult. Most of the Cultivation Techniques Wang Lin currently possessed were obtained after killing others, and among them were some methods that could be Cultivated at the Core Formation Stage. But these Cultivation Techniques were diverse and varied, making it difficult to choose which was superior or inferior.

These were not the main points. The main point was that Wang Lin intended to choose a Cultivation Technique that could increase the chance of forming a Nascent Soul. Thinking of this, his eyes flickered a few times. According to Ma Liang's memories, the Divine Dao Art of the God of War Hall seemed to have this kind of effect.

However, one thing made Wang Lin puzzled: if the God of War Hall truly possessed such a Divine Ability, then besides the Cultivators of its own country being greedy to seize it, even fourth-rank and fifth-rank cultivation Countries would seemingly not ignore it.

Yet, according to Ma Liang's memories, the Divine Dao Art of the God of War Hall had never attracted the attention of superior cultivation Countries, which left Wang Lin somewhat perplexed.

Nevertheless, the only clue at the moment was this Divine Dao Art. Wang Lin secretly made up his mind that he must obtain this Divine Dao Art. The Divine Dao Art in Ma Liang's memory was a pseudo-product, a version understood and modified by later generations. What Wang Lin wanted was the oldest, original Divine Dao Art.

Everything Wang Lin did was to ensure the success of his future Nascent Soul formation. Only by making all preparations in advance would he not fail at the crucial moment and maximize his success rate!

However, with just a Cultivation Technique, Wang Lin still felt somewhat uneasy. Forming a Nascent Soul was different from other things. One must know that whether a second-rank Cultivation Country could become a third-rank depended on whether one of its own people successfully formed a Nascent Soul. This showed how difficult it was.

Wang Lin sighed inwardly, closed his eyes, and resumed meditation. After cultivating for several more days in the Heaven Defying space, he prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he went to the place where Situ Nan and his parents were located. After standing silently for a long time, his gaze became even more determined. With a sway of his body, he left the Heaven Defying space.

Somewhere deep underground, seven-colored light spots flickered, and a phantom gradually solidified. The moment Wang Lin appeared, he immediately fled into the distance.

At the same time, his Divine Sense fully spread out, closely observing the movements around him. It was late night outside, and everything was silent. Wang Lin pondered for a moment and then headed towards the Fire Burning Alliance Mountain Peak.

But before he had fled far, his Divine Sense immediately transmitted a strong sense of extreme danger. Without hesitation, his body immediately sank downwards. He used his Earth Evasion Technique to its utmost, instantly sinking from thirty zhang to a hundred zhang, his speed undiminished, and still continuing.

"This old man has waited for you for ninety-seven days, little fellow!" An aged voice slowly transmitted within Wang Lin's Divine Sense.

Wang Lin's scalp tingled, and his hair stood on end. His expression was grim, and he said nothing, fleeing rapidly downwards: a hundred zhang, two hundred zhang, three hundred zhang, four hundred zhang… all the way to a thousand zhang. Wang Lin sank straight down. As he sank, a huge resistance emanated from deep underground. As soon as Wang Lin detected the resistance, he immediately changed direction and continued to flee diagonally.

"Hehe, fortunately, this old man borrowed an Earth-Traveling Boat from someone. Otherwise, if you escaped to the outer core of the earth, it would be quite difficult to catch you with that resistance." The voice in his Divine Sense continued to transmit, neither fast nor slow.

Wang Lin remained silent, and while moving, he suddenly changed direction again. This time, he ascended in a straight line, instantly rising from a thousand zhang to a hundred zhang. Immediately after, he emerged from underground again, appearing, and the Fire Burning Alliance Mountain Peak was already in sight.

The moment he appeared, Wang Lin directly rushed towards the mountain peak. A light screen immediately appeared on the giant peak. The moment Wang Lin touched the light screen, he took out an identity Jade Slip that had been issued to him from his Storage Pouch. He rushed in without any obstruction. After entering, he stopped and looked back.

At this time, the ground swelled high, and a triangular black wooden boat leaped out from the ground. The old man in green stood upon it, observing Wang Lin through the light screen, and nodded, saying, "Not bad. Your Divine Sense is very strange. Although your Physical Body is already compatible, there are still some inconsistencies. You must have come through Possession, little fellow. Come with me, this place cannot protect you."

Wang Lin's expression was grim, and he sneered without speaking.

The green-robed old man's lips moved, revealing a strange smile. He gently pressed his right hand, and the light screen immediately emitted cracking sounds. In a blink of an eye, it shattered into pieces. The entire mountain peak trembled, stirring up countless dust clouds.

The Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators of the Fire Burning Alliance immediately flew out in a panic.

Wang Lin's pupils contracted. He turned around and sank into the ground, fleeing again.

The green-robed old man sneered, about to give chase, when at this moment, a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator from the Demonic Sect in mid-air bravely shouted, "Fellow Daoist, why did you destroy my mountain-protecting formation!"

For these past days, the other party had continuously stayed in the vicinity for three months. Usually, they were quiet, but their Divine Sense swept back and forth, as if searching for something. The other party's Divine Sense was extremely strong, even astonishing the Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Fire Burning Alliance.

In secret, the Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Fire Burning Alliance had someone constantly monitoring the other party's movements. Although they saw a Disciple of their alliance rush into the formation today, they had not yet had time to check when they watched in stunned silence as the mountain-protecting formation shattered with a single press from the other party.

If left unaddressed, the Fire Burning Alliance would lose all face. Today happened to be the Demonic Sect's turn to protect the mountain, which was why that Nascent Soul Cultivator had to ask. According to his thoughts, whether the other party answered or not, he had at least made his intention clear. If he wanted to answer, then he would answer; if not, he would not pursue.

The green-robed old man stared at the Cultivators of the Fire Burning Alliance and uttered a single word: "Scram!"

This single word, "scram," transformed into surging giant waves upon exit, violently spreading. The surrounding air immediately produced ripples under the impact of the giant waves, fiercely surging outwards in circles.

In addition, it caused countless echoes, continuously exploding in the ears of those Cultivators, layer upon layer.

After the sound wave passed, the green-robed old man had already vanished without a trace. The Cultivators looked at each other, some even bleeding from their mouths and noses, unable to speak.

But soon, the green-robed old man returned again. His face was as dark as water at this moment. He stared at the mountain peak, his eyes slightly closed before suddenly opening. A massive Divine Sense immediately surged out, sweeping over every one of the tens of thousands of people on the entire mountain peak, not even sparing a thousand zhang underground. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Finally, his body swayed, turning from one into two, and with another sway, two turned into four.

Four identical old men scattered in all directions, their Divine Senses constantly crisscrossing in search, but ultimately found nothing. The old man stomped his foot, and along with his three Clones, he teleported out. Each of them found a spot in the four cardinal directions of Xuanwu Country, sat down cross-legged, and then a Divine Sense blockade line connected between them.

"Only three years left, little fellow. In these three years, even if I, the Eight Extremes Demonic Lord, have to refine this Xuanwu Country, I will find you… Alas, if it weren't for a certain hurdle in that place that must be overcome with a Death Curse Art, this old man would not go through such trouble to capture you alive!"

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Still short of 394 for one more update. On the 30th, there will generally be two updates, so I'm still short three updates in total. Continuing to write, continuing to make up!