Chapter 1594: Ancient Mysteries, The Seal Appears

Chapter 1594: Ancient Mysteries, The Seal Appears (First Update)

Wang Lin dropped his right hand, using his massive cultivation to condense his Divine Sense like a flood, directly blasting it into the thin, elderly man's heavenly spirit, turning into a silent roar that churned through the old man's Divine Sense and every bit of his flesh, blood, and bones.

The old man's body immediately emitted thumping sounds; his expression twisted as if enduring unimaginable pain. Amidst this pain, blood flowed from the old man's seven orifices, and his body trembled violently under the Body Fixing Art.

In just a moment, amidst this excruciating pain, the Body Fixing Art on the old man dissipated slightly, causing the old man's pain to turn into shrill, miserable screams.

He wanted to break free from Wang Lin's control, but no matter how he struggled, Wang Lin's right hand was as hard as a mountain, tightly gripping the old man's heavenly spirit, leaving him with absolutely no chance to escape.

Those miserable roars caused sweat to pour from the old man like rain, his eyes revealed a look of despair, and his entire face turned deathly pale.

"You have committed the crime of killing an Immortal, you will not die a good death!! I am a soldier-Immortal under the command of the Immortal Venerable, I possess an Immortal Bloodline. If you kill me today, you will surely face tribulation in the future!!"

"You talk too much!" Wang Lin's expression was calm as his right hand clamped down hard, his Divine Sense once again surging into the old man's body, condensing within his Sea of Consciousness, wanting to obtain all of his memories.

Just as Wang Lin's Divine Sense entered the thin, elderly man's memories, deep within the Ancient Immortal Realm, at the center of the many statues scattered across the land, four massive statues of the Ancient Three Races stood tall.

The surroundings were completely silent, as if it had been this way since time immemorial. At this moment, a hoarse voice echoed out from within one of the statues.

"Vermilion Bird, this descendant of yours doesn't have weak cultivation, but he is simply too arrogant, actually wanting to search the memories of a soldier-Immortal! Although the soldier-Immortal is not as strong as us, he possesses an Immortal Bloodline; how could such a tiny ant descendant be able to search it!" The voice carried mockery and rose eerily.

"He came after crossing the Third Step Heavenly Tribulation and even extracted his own destiny from the ninth sun of the Heavenly Tribulation. Such a thing is inconceivable, but he did it. White Tiger, you mock him so, but if it were you, as a cultivator of the Lower Realm, could you have achieved this…" Amidst a cold snort, a vicissitudinous voice came from another statue.

"If it were me, I might not have failed! The memories of us Immortals have the Immortal Venerable's Seal; this is a fortune that only core disciples of our Seven Dao Sect can enjoy. I am not surprised that this tiny ant could kill a soldier-Immortal who was recovering from heavy injuries, but I conclude that if he tries to break the Immortal Venerable's Seal, he is courting death!" The previously mocking voice sneered.

"Enough, why argue over this person? Vermilion Bird, this descendant of yours is indeed a bit overconfident. If he dies under the Immortal Venerable's Seal, will it affect your plan?" A third voice came from another statue.

"He was never part of my plan to begin with, and I am somewhat surprised that he was the first to arrive here…" After a long silence, Vermilion Bird's voice rose eerily.

"This child is extraordinary. He is the first Third Step rebel cultivator I have seen in my life. It is a pity that he is an ant-cultivator from the Lower Realm. If he were in our Immortal Astral Continent, this child would surely become famous! However, he should not have attempted soul-searching. Even if we joined forces, we could not break the Immortal Venerable's Seal. I fear he will die within half an incense stick of time… What a pity, what a pity…" A fourth voice came from the final statue, revealing regret in its tone.

The voices of the four gradually dissipated, returning to silence. Even Vermilion Bird sighed inwardly. He knew Wang Lin, he knew who he was, but he also did not believe that Wang Lin could break the Immortal Venerable's Seal.

Inside the thin, elderly man's Sea of Consciousness, his Divine Sense had already formed its own realm. The perimeter was tightly sealed, forming a thick mist that prevented Wang Lin's Divine Sense from exploring.

This was not the first time Wang Lin had encountered such a situation. He had experienced the same thing when searching the Silver-Robed Woman's memories years ago. Inside her Sea of Consciousness, the person from the Seven-Colored statue had appeared within the mist that sealed her memories.

Today, inside the thin, elderly man's Sea of Consciousness, Wang Lin saw that thick mist once again. His Divine Sense paused slightly, then immediately condensed together. Outside the mist in the old man's Sea of Consciousness, as his Divine Sense condensed, Wang Lin's figure materialized.

This scene was very eerie. In the vast world of the Ancient Immortal Realm outside, Wang Lin had his eyes closed, his right hand pressed onto the heavenly spirit of the thin, elderly man who was constantly trembling, struggling, and screaming.

But internally, Wang Lin's Divine Sense condensed into his Primordial Spirit, appearing outside the mist of the old man's Sea of Consciousness. Just like his Physical Body, Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit was also wearing white clothes and had a head of white hair.

He stood there, looking at the rolling mist before him. This mist contained an indescribable pressure, as if it were a Seal. With this Seal here, it could block any soul-searching technique.

"The Silver-Robed Woman had such a Seal, and this thin, elderly man also has such a Seal. Interesting. It seems that all Immortals belonging to that Immortal Venerable are like this."

Wang Lin's gaze flashed, and a sharp light gradually brightened in his eyes. Years ago, his cultivation was insufficient, and he had retreated and given up outside the Silver-Robed Woman's Divine Sense. Besides the reason of cultivation, there was another reason: if he had forcibly broken it, regardless of success or failure, it would have caused great harm to the Silver-Robed Woman.

But for this thin, elderly man before him, Wang Lin would not feel the slightest bit of guilt. Although this old man had no grudge against him, his crimes were not enough to warrant death. If he had encountered a Wang Lin who did not know that the Inner Realm and Outer Realm were merely an Immortal Cave, Wang Lin would not have killed him.

But now, Wang Lin already understood everything. For this Immortal Cave's Immortal Venerable and all the Immortals under his command, Wang Lin held an indescribable hatred in his heart!

Especially the disappearance of Li Muwan's destiny aura, which caused Wang Lin's hatred to reach its Peak.

With a cold snort, inside the thin, elderly man's Sea of Consciousness, Wang Lin took a step toward the mist. His figure was like a meteor, instantly approaching amidst a heaven-shaking roar. He raised his right hand and swung it fiercely in front of him, and a gale appeared out of thin air, turning into a storm that roared and rushed toward the mist.

It churned the mist, frantically breaking it apart in all directions. In the blink of an eye, a gap was rolled out of the mist in front of Wang Lin. The instant this gap formed, Wang Lin stepped into it, and his figure disappeared into the mist.

Inside the mist, Wang Lin moved forward rapidly. Wherever he passed, the mist parted before him on its own, as if forming a passageway. As Wang Lin moved forward, he gradually entered the depths of the mist.

The moment he stepped into the depths of the mist, suddenly, from within the mist ahead, a Seven-Colored light flashed out directly. That Seven-Colored light was extremely eye-catching in the pitch-black mist, forming a blinding radiance that made Wang Lin involuntarily narrow his eyes.

Following his gaze, he saw that in the depths of the mist, within a thin layer of mist penetrated by the Seven-Colored light, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged.

This middle-aged man had his eyes closed, and while sitting cross-legged, his entire body was surrounded by Seven-Colored light. As he sat there, a heaven-shaking pressure roared out, causing all spirits before him to tremble in their hearts and be unable to take a single step forward.

This Seven-Colored man was not the person Wang Lin had encountered in the Zhao River's Seven-Colored Realm, but the true body of that Seven-Colored statue from his Storage Rift!

This was the second time Wang Lin had seen the other party. He was silent for a moment, cold light appearing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he took a step forward. As he raised his right hand and performed Hand Seals, the thin, elderly man's Sea of Consciousness immediately churned and roared. A huge palm print appeared in front of Wang Lin, and as he slapped his palm out, the palm print roared upward, directly piercing through the mist and heading straight for the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged.

This man was a Seal, a Seal that prevented anyone from searching the Immortals under his command!

The huge palm print instantly approached the front of the cross-legged middle-aged man amidst the roar, passing through his body with a boom. But the instant it passed through, the palm print collapsed silently. This scene was extremely eerie; if one looked closely, one could clearly see that the palm print did not touch the other party at all, but instead collapsed and disintegrated three inches away from his body.

Wang Lin's eyes narrowed. At the same time the palm print collapsed, he raised his right hand and pointed forward. Immediately, a wave of Qi surged out along Wang Lin's finger. The Qi formed a Vortex and approached with a roar. This time, Wang Lin looked very carefully; he saw that the Qi Vortex also collapsed silently three inches away from the middle-aged man's body.

Wang Lin stared at the middle-aged man, flicked his large sleeve, and took a step forward, arriving close in person. He raised his right hand, formed a sword shape with two fingers, and the Ancient God Star Point between his brows rotated. Massive Ancient God Power merged into his two fingers, making Wang Lin's fingers at this moment capable of blasting open the earth, or even enough to shatter a Cultivation Planet.

Carrying such power, his two fingers, amidst the rumbling, grew closer and closer to the middle-aged man, and in an instant, they reached three inches away.

The moment he entered the three-inch boundary, Wang Lin's eyes revealed a sharp light. He saw his own two fingers, in an unimaginable way, rapidly collapsing. This collapse caused no pain, but one could clearly see them disintegrating.

In just an instant, the two fingers that had entered the three-inch zone had disintegrated by a small portion. That three-inch zone was like a boundary where all incoming power would dissipate completely.

If he were to force his way in, before he could even touch the middle-aged man, Wang Lin's right hand would completely dissipate without a trace. Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he jerked his right hand outward.

Stepping back a few paces, his expression was calm. He glanced at the middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and then looked at his two fingers, which had no wounds but were missing a small portion.

"What eerie power…" Wang Lin muttered. Ancient God Power circulated within his body, merging into his two fingers. Slowly, the flesh and blood on his fingers wriggled, and gradually, the missing portion grew back.

While pondering, Wang Lin hesitated for a moment. With the Seal formed by the middle-aged man's figure, wanting to obtain the thin, elderly man's memories was very difficult, but not impossible.

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First update delivered. Today, I will release extra chapters to make up for the backlog!