Chapter 1668: Ancient Mystery, Three Lives Technique!

Ever since Wang Lin arrived at this altar, he had never had extra time to observe it in detail, and his gaze was mostly drawn to the arm that had previously been on the altar. Even with his cautious nature, his Divine Sense swept over the altar, but he found no clues.

But now, after he had assimilated the Ancient Ancestor's fresh blood, especially that drop of Soul Blood, and then absorbed Ye Mo's right arm, the residual power of the Heaven-Rending technique subtly lifted the veil from the altar, causing ripples to echo. This sudden change made Wang Lin's eyes flash with brilliance.

"Why is this altar here, and why was Ye Mo's right hand sacrificed here…?" Wang Lin pondered, his gaze carefully examining the altar.

This altar was very ordinary, seemingly nothing too extraordinary. If not for the ripples echoing on it now, it would be difficult to see anything unusual about it.

And now, as Wang Lin's Heaven-Rending technique dissipated, the ripples on the altar slowly weakened, eventually returning completely to calm.

Wang Lin stood up and, with a flicker, left the altar. At the same time, his Clone in the distance opened its eyes from its cross-legged position, took a step, and overlapped with Wang Lin's main body.

Under the strange Fusion of the two shadows, the Clone and the main body slowly merged into one.

Wang Lin stretched his body. After finding nothing amiss, he looked back at the altar. After a long moment, a cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He raised his hands, forming Hand Seals, and Restriction marks flickered out, spreading before him, densely packed, nearly a million of them.

With a forward pointing of his right hand, these nearly million Restrictions whistled away, heading straight for the altar, circling its periphery, emitting a faint glow as they descended one by one.

The descent of each Restriction caused the altar to tremble slightly. As more and more Restrictions continuously imprinted themselves on the altar, its trembling became more violent. In the end, a rumbling sound faintly emerged, as if the altar was about to collapse.

Moreover, under this violent trembling, fine Rifts appeared on the altar. Before long, some rubble detached from it, turning into dust and scattering in all directions.

Wang Lin's eyes showed caution. With his hands forming Hand Seals, more Restrictions materialized, continuously merging into the altar's periphery and slowly imprinting. Using this method, the altar's trembling intensified, and more rubble fell off.

After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the area around the altar was already filled with dust, appearing like it was surrounded by mist from a distance. The size of the altar had shrunk significantly, and there were even more Rifts.

"The strangeness of this altar is very likely within its interior… It's just that there's a vague power within it that causes Divine Sense to be altered upon entry, making it impossible to see clearly." Wang Lin stared at the altar and once again unleashed nearly a million Restriction marks. As a result, with countless Restrictions surrounding it, the altar began to rapidly crumble, layer by layer, already reduced to half its original size.

Just then, at the moment the altar was covered in Rifts, one of them seemed to extend into the altar's interior, and immediately, a crimson light flashed out along that Rift. This light was altered by the shape of the Rift, spreading out in a fan shape, as if a gem hidden beneath mudstone was emitting light after an opening was made!

Wang Lin's eyes flashed as he stared at the red-glowing Rift. He raised his hands, manipulating the countless Restrictions around him. Amidst a series of whistling sounds, these Restrictions rotated in unison and headed straight for the Rift.

But just as they approached the Rift, another red light emanated from one of the Rifts. Immediately after, the third, fourth, fifth… a total of more than ten red lights surged forth. These red lights intertwined, and immediately, red ripples spread out from within. When the large number of Restrictions touched these red ripples, they immediately made a sizzling sound, like snowflakes encountering charcoal, and instantly dissipated.

All of this happened in an instant, almost in a flash. All the Restrictions vanished without a trace under the red light, as if the two sides were natural enemies!

Wang Lin stared at the altar, which had shrunk by more than half and was surrounded by red light. His eyes slowly revealed a surging brilliance.

"This red light is very familiar… This altar… Could it be…" Wang Lin's mind trembled. As the red light transformed into ripples on the altar and echoed outwards, approaching his location, Wang Lin, without hesitation, suddenly raised his right hand and violently clasped it forward.

Immediately behind him, Ye Mo's enormous arm materialized, and together with it, clasped the Void Realm in front.

"Heaven-Rending!" Wang Lin roared in a low voice, tearing outwards with great force with his right hand. In this tear, he unleashed all the power of Ye Mo's right hand, and moreover, integrated all the power of his Eight-star Ancient God, Ancient Devil, and Ancient Demon.

This tear was enough to open the heavens!

A booming sound echoed, shaking heaven and earth. The red ripples emanating from the altar immediately twisted violently, seemingly torn apart and directly collapsing before Wang Lin.

Along with it, the Rifts currently present on the altar also collapsed. Under Wang Lin's Heaven-Rending power, those Rifts suddenly shattered and disintegrated on a large scale. The emanating red lights seemed to want to resist, but they could not stop it.

Rumbling sounds continuously spread throughout the surroundings. The altar completely collapsed under these sounds, large pieces of rubble swirling. What finally appeared before Wang Lin was an octagonal object, emitting dazzling red light like a pool of blood!

A familiar aura, now without any concealment, spread out from this octagonal blood pool, causing Wang Lin's eyes to reveal an expression of ecstasy!

"So it's this!"

The Primordial Stars had a clan called Fengmie. This clan had a technique called Three Lives. Cultivating this technique required a complete altar of the Fengmie clan. However, for some unknown reason, this altar eventually split into three parts and disappeared into the vast Star Sea, with no one knowing where it went.

By chance, Wang Lin had obtained the Blood Ancestor's Blood Pavilion in Kunxu, and that Blood Pavilion was one of the three altars! After that, he learned of the Three Lives technique and later obtained the second altar from the Ancient Devil in Luotian.

As for the third altar, Wang Lin had searched for it, but ultimately could never find it. The moment he saw the bloody light just now, a roar echoed in Wang Lin's mind, and he had a guess.

Now he was completely certain that the aura emanating from this blood pool, that Blood Pavilion, and the other altar was exactly the same—this was the aura of the Fengmie clan!

"Three Lives Technique!! I never expected to obtain the last altar at this time. If I learn this technique, my overall strength will greatly increase!" Wang Lin's heart pounded. He had been extremely moved by the Three Lives technique back then, and seeing this last altar today, the ecstasy in his eyes clearly showed his mood.

Without further hesitation, Wang Lin raised his right hand and waved it forward, and the altar he had obtained from the Luotian Ancient Devil immediately flew out. Following it, the Blood Ancestor's Blood Pavilion also rose!

A woman had once entered this Blood Pavilion. Speaking of which, this woman could be considered an old acquaintance of Wang Lin's, but over the years, her Physical Body had long since dissipated within the Blood Pavilion, leaving only a wisp of Soul.

The three altars appeared simultaneously in this starry sky. The bloody light emanating from them immediately intermingled, reflecting each other, clearly indicating they originated from the same source!

Wang Lin had also obtained the method for Cultivating the Three Lives technique from the memories of the Fengmie clan woman in the dao Ancient Tomb. After a brief contemplation, he sat down cross-legged.

"Cultivating the Fengmie clan's Three Lives technique will be dangerous… But compared to the benefits after its success, this little danger is worth it!" Wang Lin raised his right hand and grabbed at the Void Realm, and immediately, a Clan Seal emitting a faint glow appeared in his hand!

This Clan Seal was still stained with some dried brown blood. This Clan Seal was precisely the Fengmie clan's Clan Seal! It was forcibly pulled out from the brow of the Fengmie clan woman who tried to kill him in the dao Ancient Tomb back then!

Staring at the Fengmie clan's Clan Seal in his hand, Wang Lin suddenly raised his right hand and pressed it against his brow. The moment it pressed against his brow, a burning sensation immediately emanated from his brow. The Fengmie clan's Clan Seal seemed to extend countless branching tendrils, drilling into Wang Lin's brow and tightly adhering to his body.

This bit of pain could not make Wang Lin budge in the slightest. His expression was calm. With his hands forming Hand Seals, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"By the mark, open the netherworld! I have the Fengmie clan's Clan Seal. I summon your clan's ancestral spirit, which has long existed between heaven and earth, to transform into the Fengming Blade, to sever three Souls, sever three spirits, and sever three bodies!"

The moment Wang Lin's voice rang out, the mouthful of fresh blood he spat out immediately merged together strangely, floating before him, rapidly wriggling. At the same time, the red light emanating from the three different-looking Fengmie clan altars around them flashed and was absorbed by the wriggling fresh blood.

Slowly, the fresh blood actually transformed into the shape of a long blade. This long blade was not large, only ten feet long, and it was blurry, with overlapping phantom images within it. If one looked at it with the naked eye for too long, one would feel dizzy.

When Wang Lin observed it with his Divine Sense, he immediately saw that this long blade was not actually one, but three blades superimposed on each other, emitting strange Qi in their illusory state.

"Sever three Souls!" Wang Lin roared.

The long blade suddenly rose and silently slashed down from above Wang Lin's head!

This slash penetrated Wang Lin's heavenly spirit, directly piercing through his entire body, cutting right through!

Wang Lin's body trembled violently, his face instantly turning pale. His Soul, at this moment, experienced unimaginable pain, as if it was about to collapse, but he forcibly endured it. Slowly, two wisps of Soul floated out from Wang Lin's heavenly spirit!

But at the instant the long blade slashed through Wang Lin's body, that blade, seemingly unable to withstand the power of Wang Lin's Soul, directly collapsed! The three blades superimposed on each other now only had a double shadow left!

Wang Lin's Soul, after fusing with the Ancient Ancestor Soul Blood, was already a dao ancient Soul. How could it be severed by this Fengming Blade? If this blade had not been formed from Wang Lin's vital blood, it would certainly not have been able to sever Wang Lin's Soul.

Even now, after severing three Souls, this blade could not withstand the rebound from Wang Lin's Soul and had to collapse and shatter, permanently dissipating into heaven and earth, unable to materialize again.