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#1725 · 1725 of 2048

Chapter 1725: Ancient Mystery – Ye Mo’s Left Arm

Xuan Luo let out a soft sound of surprise. In his view, just a moment ago, Wang Lin's gaze had met his eyes, as if they were looking at each other. This discovery made Xuan Luo quite surprised.

However, very quickly, Wang Lin's gaze swept past, appearing ordinary, as if it were just a casual glance that happened to coincide.

Wang Lin's breathing was steady. At this moment, not only had his injuries recovered, but there was also power of the cosmos within his body. It felt as if by clenching his fist, he could shatter the void. This dao ancient power echoed within his body, vibrating his internal organs, making Wang Lin feel extremely comfortable.

This was the true Legacy. If every Legacy were extremely painful, it would clearly be unsuitable.

The dao ancient power echoed throughout his entire body, traveling within every inch of bone and every shred of flesh, giving Wang Lin the pleasure of grasping the firmament. His Primordial Spirit, under the vibration of his internal organs, seemed to have obtained sufficient nourishment, emitting a soft light within his body, ready to unleash the Divine Ability fused with his Origin at any moment.

The effect of a single drop of blood might not be so intense, but if this drop of blood were the final drop to reach Perfection, then everything would be completely different.

Feeling the difference within his body, although Wang Lin's brow and eyes still had eight star points of the Ancient Three Races, and while they hadn't increased, they had become more solid. As they rotated, the ghostly light grew denser, which could be described as consolidating his foundation and cultivating his primordial essence.

Furthermore, in Wang Lin's perception, he now faintly sensed a beckoning appearing and disappearing in the depths of this frozen world. This beckoning was just like what Wang Lin felt for Ye Mo's right arm back in the Cloud Sea.

Before Wang Lin had fused with that drop of blood, he had made no such discovery.

As Wang Lin calmed the dao ancient power within his body, causing his aura to no longer leak out, the female Ancient God who had been prostrating on the ground before him slowly sat up. The gaze she directed at Wang Lin revealed awe.

In that instant just now, Wang Lin was like an ancestor of the Ancient Three Races, causing her mind to tremble.

"Thank you. Regarding your previous request, if Wang can find the True Gate, I will definitely help you leave this place!" Wang Lin stood up and cupped his fists towards the woman.

The female Ancient God nodded gently without speaking.

"What is sealed there?" Wang Lin raised his right hand and pointed in the direction where he felt the beckoning.

"That is the back mountain of the Donglin Sect, where the Donglin Pool is located. However, this Donglin Pool was created according to the Master's memory and does not possess any power." The female Ancient God looked up, her expression revealing confusion.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed as he looked towards that location. After pondering for a moment, he stepped into the air.

"Wang needs to go there. For today's matter, I must thank you again. I am a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grudges. The previous grudges are gone, but the favor remains, so I will definitely help you leave this place!" Wang Lin cupped his fists towards the female Ancient God, and without the slightest hesitation, turned and walked towards the ice layer where the beckoning came from.

The ice layer was shrouded in cold, but it could not stop Wang Lin from moving forward. This frozen place was only a barrier to others; for Wang Lin, it was like walking on flat ground.

Traveling within the ice layer, the cold air hit his face. Even Wang Lin felt a slight chill, but with a simple turn of his internal cultivation, this chill naturally dissipated.

The ice layer was like a mirror. As Wang Lin moved forward, it faintly reflected his figure. Furthermore, behind his figure, there seemed to be an additional blurry, distorted phantom. Wang Lin glanced at it, then continued forward with his expression unchanged.

This place was vast, but at Wang Lin's speed, after half an incense stick of time, the feeling of the beckoning became increasingly clear; it was less than ten thousand zhang ahead!

Although the world here was frozen, Wang Lin could still tell that this was a high mountain. Behind the mountain, there was Profound Ice everywhere. The moment he crossed over, he clearly saw that behind this mountain was a huge pool of water!

This pool of water was like a lake, but it was also frozen over, faintly revealing a wisp of lingering Immortal Qi.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he slowly approached with caution. After a moment, he arrived above the pool and looked down. Upon this look, Wang Lin's pupils suddenly constricted.

Although the pool was frozen, it was semi-transparent. Standing on top of it, if one looked carefully into it, one could see things roughly. He saw that inside the frozen lake, there was actually an object!

That was a huge arm, a left hand!

"Ye Mo's left hand!" Wang Lin took a deep breath, his eyes shining brightly. When he arrived earlier, he had some guesses, originally thinking it was Ye Mo's left eye, but he hadn't expected it to actually be his left hand!

"After I fused with Ye Mo's right arm, the Heaven-Rending Art was enough to tear apart the body of a Third Step Cultivator… If I can fuse with this left arm as well, and execute the Heaven-Rending Art with both hands simultaneously, its power…" Thinking of this, Wang Lin's heart began to pound.

He raised his right foot and stomped down, intending to enter the ice layer, but suddenly, a rebounding force blasted out from the lake, vibrating Wang Lin's feet and causing his body to sway, making it impossible to enter the lake's ice layer.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed as he stared at the ice layer below. This place was very strange and clearly different from the ice layer in other locations.

"Donglin Pool… This must be the Donglin Pool. I just don't know what mysteries this pool holds that it could be created by the Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable solely based on memory…" Wang Lin carefully looked around, but found no clues whatsoever.

This frozen pool of water looked very ordinary.

He crouched down and placed his right hand on the lake's ice layer. With a gentle press, a cracking sound echoed. He saw the lake's ice surface immediately vibrate, and fine Rifts suddenly appeared. But the moment these Rifts appeared, the cold air dispersed, and the ice layer immediately returned to normal.

He flicked his large sleeve, and under the reflection of the bloody light, the Blood Sword flashed out, heading straight for the ice layer. With a loud bang, the Blood Sword was forcefully repelled and sent flying. A depression appeared in the ice on the ground, and a large number of Rifts spread along the edges of this depression, but in an instant, it returned to normal.

Wang Lin stared at the ice pool, his gaze piercing through the ice layer and landing on Ye Mo's left hand inside. Gradually, he saw some clues.

"The ice of this pool has fused with Ye Mo's left arm. As a result, this ice possesses Ye Mo's recovery power… Therefore, even if it is destroyed, it will heal instantly." Wang Lin did not ponder in his heart, but whispered to himself, as if speaking to himself, and also as if speaking to someone else…

Above this ice pool, Xuan Luo stood with his hands behind his back, also looking at the pool water. After hearing Wang Lin's words, he smiled, his eyes revealing a strange expression.

He couldn't get in, and he couldn't break it. Wang Lin frowned. With a cold snort, he raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw. The dao ancient power within his body rumbled and moved, all condensing into the five fingers of his right hand. Immediately, his five fingers emitted a dazzling ghostly light and released a thick dao ancient aura.

"dao ancient Immortality!" As Wang Lin whispered, his right hand's five fingers immediately seemed to produce countless overlapping shadows, as if thousands of shadows were moving ceaselessly. When they finally dissipated and merged into one, Wang Lin's right hand directly grabbed towards the ice layer below.

A rumbling vibration shook the heavens, and echoes continued endlessly. Wang Lin's right hand, at the moment it gripped the ice pool below, saw the thousands of dissipated afterimages on his hand suddenly rise.

With this grip, it was actually as if Wang Lin had gripped it thousands of times. Furthermore, with the coordination of dao ancient Immortality, it countered the pool water's healing power, causing a heaven-shaking roar. Finally, with a low roar from Wang Lin, he tightly gripped the pool ice with his five fingers and pulled upward violently. Amidst the vibration of the pool's ice surface, a piece of ice the size of a palm was pulled out by Wang Lin!

Holding the ice block, Wang Lin placed it in front of him and examined it carefully for a few moments. He even burned it with the power of his Fire Origin, but could not melt it in the slightest. And the more he looked, the more solemn his eyes became. Within this ice block, there was a trace of strange power, and in Wang Lin's perception, this power was very similar to an Origin.

But it was also different. It was an indescribable feeling, as if if this place were not frozen, soaking and Cultivating inside would be of great benefit to one's Origin.

However, this trace of power was not only scarce but mostly in a state of appearing and disappearing. Wang Lin pondered for a moment, and realization dawned in his eyes.

This place was created by the Seven-Colored Immortal Venerable through memory, nourished by his own vitality. In other words, this Donglin Pool truly existed in the Immortal Astral Continent, and its effect was very likely to nourish the Origin!

The Seven-Colored one's cultivation was limited after all; he could only create the outline and could not recreate the effect of this Donglin Pool.

After a brief thought, Wang Lin put the ice block away into his Storage Space. This object was very strange; it did not melt in the Storage Space, emitting cold air like a crystal.

Staring at the pool ice, Wang Lin took a deep breath, raised his right hand again, and after imbuing it with dao ancient Immortality, continued to roar against the ice layer. Gradually, as time passed, after several hours, a depression appeared in the ice pool. Wang Lin was inside it, using this rather clumsy method to continuously stir up rumbling sounds.

After another half an incense stick of time, amidst the final echoing roar, Wang Lin's five fingers, which were gripping the depression, pulled out a piece of cold ice, and within the ice layer beneath his feet, the skin of Ye Mo's left arm was revealed!

Only a palm-sized area of the skin was exposed. It was a deathly gray color, but the thick dao ancient aura and the beckoning surged directly into Wang Lin's mind. Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat cross-legged to the side, and pressed his left hand on the exposed skin of Ye Mo's left arm.

The instant his left hand pressed down, a ghostly light radiated from within Ye Mo's left arm. This light pierced through the surrounding ice layer and poured out, making the ice pool appear filled with ghostly light, possessing a rather eerie beauty.

This light continuously spread out in all directions, eventually covering an area of tens of thousands of li, before it slowly dissipated.

Time passed slowly. Wang Lin sat in meditation with his eyes closed, sending out a portion of his Divine Sense to surround the area. Cautiously, he gradually absorbed and fused with Ye Mo's left arm. Especially with the experience of absorbing the right arm back then, this time Wang Lin was familiar with the process. Three days later, Ye Mo's left arm within the ice layer slowly began to shrink.

During the process of it shrinking, the ghostly light that had spread tens of thousands of li immediately contracted and condensed. Finally, at the moment it completely returned to Ye Mo's left arm, this left hand turned into wisps of smoke and drilled into Wang Lin's left arm! —— Recommendation votes!! Recommendation votes!!! Recommendation votes!!!

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