Chapter 1656: Ancient Mystery, Resolution

On the deck of the Soul Devil Boat, Wang Lin tore off the ghost-faced canvas, spread his hands outwards, his eyes sharp, and carefully looked at the ghost face. The canvas rolled, making the ghost face on it seem alive, glaring ferociously at Wang Lin.

The reason Fan Shanmeng of the Immortal Astral Continent could remotely cast her Great Soul True Illusion Art, and achieve the terrifying level of a double illusion, was primarily due to the power of this canvas.

Wang Lin clearly remembered that in the illusion he had just experienced, before entering the illusion within an illusion, he had glanced at this ghost face. After that, everything was beyond his control, until he broke through the illusion and opened his eyes, what he saw was still this ghost-faced canvas.

It was as if everything in the illusion happened in the instant Wang Lin looked at the ghost face.

"This is a Magic Treasure of my Great Soul Gate, and also the main soul sail of this Soul Devil Boat…" Fan Shanlu, standing beside him, was silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Wang will not meddle in the affairs between you sisters. There's no need to exchange blood oaths. Our goals are the same, and if neither of us harbors ill intentions, we can cooperate.

However, your sister's previous actions were very interesting. Tell her that I am taking this ghost-faced sail, and Wang also wants this Soul Devil Boat. This is compensation for the previous unpleasantness!" Wang Lin flicked his right hand, and the ghost-faced sail was immediately stored in his Storage Space. He then turned and calmly looked at Fan Shanlu.

Fan Shanlu opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent, just standing there with a complex look in her eyes.

"You don't need to leave this boat either. I can keep it with you, and I will summon it when I need it. Also, is the dao ancient altar you mentioned in the illusion within this Soul Devil Boat?" Wang Lin asked, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Fan Shanlu remained silent for a long time, then shook her head. She raised her jade hand and waved it forward. A Jade Slip flew directly towards Wang Lin, who caught it in his hand. He focused his Divine Sense on it and saw a map inside.

"This space contains countless Vicious Beasts. Its formation is related to the Immortal Cave War of yesteryear. It was torn apart by the aftermath, but for some unknown reason, it connected to a strange world. If you follow the map's description, you will find that dao ancient altar.

Furthermore, within this Jade Slip, there is also a Divine Ability Spell. This Spell is what I mentioned in the illusion realm earlier, a Spell that can devour the Third Soul. You may consider Cultivating it," Fan Shanlu said softly, looking up at the distant Star Domain with a hint of longing in her eyes.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment, cupped his fists towards Fan Shanlu, then turned and stepped out of the Soul Devil Boat. Just as he was about to leave, Fan Shanlu's melancholic voice came from behind him.

"My sister has become reckless in her pursuit of revenge, even using me… For our cooperation, I can help you with all my might. I have only one request: when you open this Immortal Cave to go to the Immortal Astral Continent, take me with you… I want to go home… Opening this Immortal Cave is extremely difficult. Only when the Third Soul appears, only he possesses the memories and knows the whereabouts of the Heavenly Dao. Only by summoning the Heavenly Dao, and under the Heavenly Dao's guidance, can one enter the Immortal Venerable Mansion of the Seven Dao Sect's Immortal Cave Realm… Inside the Immortal Venerable Mansion, which is also the site of the great battle back then, although it is heavily damaged, there is a door leading to the Immortal Astral Continent. Opening this door will open this sealed Immortal Cave."

Wang Lin paused, silent for a moment, then turned to look at the somewhat desolate Fan Shanlu and nodded.

"I promise you!" Wang Lin rarely made promises. This was his first promise after his cultivation reached the Third Step.

Not for anything else, not related to trust, not related to anything else, just for the four words this woman spoke.

"I want to go home…"

Fan Shanlu bit her lower lip, looking at Wang Lin. After hearing his words, she nodded gently, bit her tongue, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The blood emitted a crimson glow, but quickly turned golden and flew towards Wang Lin.

"This is my blood oath!"

Wang Lin caught the pale golden blood, integrated it into his body, then turned and walked into the dark Star Domain without looking back.

Wang Lin no longer needed to study the Restrictions of the Soul Devil Boat. The terrifying nature of the double illusion was already indistinguishable from reality. Wang Lin's insights and research within the illusion still remained even after he exited it.

Just as Fan Shanlu was injured in the illusion and her injuries persisted after breaking free, the Divine Abilities of this Great Soul Gate were indeed very strange and unpredictable.

"That ghost-faced sail is the main sail of the Soul Devil Boat. It's not as simple as just a ghost face; it also contains numerous Restrictions, which encompass everything about the Soul Devil Boat.

As long as I refine this sail, I can not only master more Restrictions but also directly control the Soul Devil Boat with it!" Wang Lin walked through the Star Domain, deep in thought. His Divine Sense also merged into his Storage Space, slowly refining the ghost-faced sail. During this refining process, he gradually gained some understanding of the control methods. Although not many, with the passage of time, he would eventually fully master it.

A moment later, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he set aside the matter of the ghost-faced sail, raising his right hand to touch his glabella.

"Ye Mo's son died by my hand, and I absorbed eight drops of his dao ancient blood. These eight drops of fresh blood were formed from his Primordial Spirit. If I can completely refine them, my dao ancient body can become even stronger!

I must go see this altar now; perhaps there will be good fortune there… Although my cultivation is currently empty profound, I am still inferior to those empty profound mighty figures… And now that the Ancient Immortal Realm has opened, the Four Battle Generals have appeared, their goal is to find the Third Soul… This saves me some calculations. This is the best time for me to improve my cultivation!" Wang Lin's speed increased as he pondered, and his Divine Sense spread out, cautiously observing his surroundings.

The Star Domain was pitch black, and the auras of Vicious Beasts occasionally appeared. These Vicious Beasts posed no threat to Wang Lin; often, a sweep of his Divine Sense would make them tremble and retreat.

In this unfamiliar Star Domain, Wang Lin's mind was vigilant. Although the surrounding Vicious Beasts did not exert any pressure on him, Wang Lin could not be sure of one thing: whether the Seven-Colored Daoist had truly come here!

Therefore, even with his Divine Sense spread out, he was fully focused. If there was any abnormality, he would immediately choose to flee. Although doing so was very dangerous, he could not afford not to go to the altar.

If an uncertain matter scared him away from moving about here, then Wang Lin would not have reached his current level, nor would he possess this level of cultivation.

As he proceeded, several hours later, Wang Lin suddenly paused. His expression immediately changed. Without hesitation, he sharply retreated, about to disappear in an instant.

But just as he was about to vanish, Wang Lin let out a soft 'eh,' staring intently at the Star Domain ahead, his expression constantly changing.

His Divine Sense, a moment ago, had seen a figure sitting cross-legged amidst the corpses of Vicious Beasts hundreds of thousands of miles away. This figure radiated a seven-colored light and sat there motionless.

His expression was at times complex, at times bewildered, and at times sorrowful with a hint of excitement.

He was the Seven-Colored Daoist!

After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin's eyes flashed. The Seven-Colored Daoist's current state was very strange, but Wang Lin had just experienced the previous illusion. After a brief thought, he immediately realized that the other party was very likely also immersed in an illusion, unable to extricate himself.

"This illusion is very likely cast by Fan Shanmeng. Even with the Seven-Colored Daoist's cultivation, he was enveloped by the illusion… This… something isn't right!" Wang Lin's intellect was extremely high. After a brief thought, he immediately saw the problem.

After a moment of silence, Wang Lin's heart pounded. He rarely felt such internal struggle. On one hand, he could leave immediately; the Seven-Colored Daoist's current state clearly meant he wouldn't pursue.

In that case, Wang Lin's trip to the altar would be without danger.

On the other hand, Wang Lin felt this was an opportunity. If he could enter the Seven-Colored Daoist's illusion, he would learn some true secrets. And he always felt that the Seven-Colored Daoist's immersion in the illusion was probably not solely due to Fan Shanmeng's power; there might be other mysteries involved.

He vaguely felt that if he gave up this once-in-a-lifetime, rare opportunity, he would regret it in the future!

After struggling for half an incense stick's time, Wang Lin's eyes gleamed with a cold light!

"Fortune favors the bold!" Wang Lin's body flickered forward, his figure suddenly disappearing. With utmost caution and care, he reappeared ten thousand zhang away from the cross-legged Seven-Colored Daoist.

Numerous Vicious Beast corpses permeated the area. Wang Lin stood on a Vicious Beast's carcass, lowered his head, and carefully examined the remains beneath him. Slowly, his eyes flashed.

"These Vicious Beasts haven't been dead for long, it shouldn't have been much time…" Wang Lin looked up at the distant Seven-Colored Daoist, raised his right hand, and with a sweep, a Vicious Beast carcass several tens of zhang in size floated up beside him. With another wave, this carcass whistled as it flew towards the Seven-Colored Daoist ten thousand zhang away.

Wang Lin's eyes were sharp, and he leaned back slightly, ready to flee at any moment, staring intently as the carcass rapidly approached within a hundred zhang of the Seven-Colored Daoist.

But just as the carcass entered the hundred-zhang range, the seven-colored light behind the Seven-Colored Daoist suddenly flashed. With this flash, the carcass immediately trembled, and silently, it disintegrated before Wang Lin's eyes.

No flesh and blood, no fragments, it completely vanished.

"Sure enough!" Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then cautiously walked forward step by step. His pace was not fast, and his heart pounded as he advanced. Slowly, he walked nearly ten thousand zhang, stopping a hundred zhang away from the Seven-Colored Daoist, not far from where the Vicious Beast carcass had dissipated earlier.

After pondering for a long time, Wang Lin gritted his teeth, sat down cross-legged directly, raised his right hand, and pointed at his glabella. This finger seemed to delve deep into Wang Lin's soul. As his right hand was raised, Wang Lin's vision became blurred. He then sharply pointed his right hand forward, remotely pointing at the cross-legged Seven-Colored Daoist a hundred zhang away!

"With my dream, enter your illusion, Dream Dao Art!"

As his fingertip dropped, Wang Lin suddenly trembled, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. The blur in his eyes dissipated; he was still sitting there, unchanged.

Dream Dao Art did not require direct physical contact, but the Seven-Colored Daoist's cultivation was too high, and there were also Restrictions outside preventing everything. Wang Lin was unable to enter the opponent's illusion with his dream.

Wang Lin frowned, his expression showing unwillingness.