Chapter 1788: Immortal Astral’s tenth sun — Soul Derivation Dao Thunder!

Within the Great Soul Gate, the mountain peak where Wang Lin's Immortal Cave was located was extremely unique. The burning flames seemed to never extinguish, raging fiercely, yet not a wisp of smoke drifted up. Only the surrounding environment near the mountain peak was distorted by the sea of fire, making everything seen appear illusory.

High temperatures permeated the area; approaching slightly would cause a large amount of sweat to seep out. If one got any closer, it seemed even the blood within one's body would boil.

Throughout the entire Yan Vein Peak, Wang Lin only kept three Immortal Caves; the rest were all destroyed. Moreover, he was the only person currently residing on this peak.

Sitting cross-legged inside the Immortal Cave that originally belonged to Yan Luan, Wang Lin's Origin True Body materialized behind him, slowly merging with the mountain peak, appearing to become one with it.

After meditating for a moment while sitting cross-legged, Wang Lin opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing within them.

"Great Soul Gate…" Wang Lin raised his right hand and flipped it over, immediately producing a purple Jade Slip. It emitted an ancient aura, carrying a hint of decay.

"Soul Derivation Dao… Throughout my life, the person I met who was best at calculation was Heavenly Fate Child! Qing Lin also possessed a similar Daoist Magic… This type of deduction and calculation Divine Ability is extremely useful. Back then, by using Heavenly Fate Child's Clone for calculations, I managed to handle several life-or-death crises… Now that I possess this Soul Derivation Dao Divine Ability, I must learn it. Otherwise, on this Immortal Astral Continent, I fear I won't be able to take a single step… More importantly, it hides everything about myself, making it difficult for others to calculate my fate…" As Wang Lin pondered, his Divine Sense spread out, enveloping the Jade Slip in his hand.

But just then, Wang Lin suddenly looked up. The entire Yan Vein Mountain had already undergone Fusion with his Origin True Body; it could be said that the mountain was his True Body. He clearly sensed a woman walking toward the mountain peak from outside.

The woman stopped outside the peak. After a brief silence, she lowered her head, and a soft, pleasant voice emerged.

"Disciple Fan Shanmeng, following Master's command and Elder Wang's request, has come here to seek an audience."

"Fan Shanmeng…" Wang Lin smiled faintly, lowered his head, and ignored her. Instead, he spread his Divine Sense across the Jade Slip in his hand and slowly began researching it.

"Soul is Dao, Dao becomes Soul, Deriving Dao to Seek Fate…" The moment Wang Lin's Divine Sense merged with the Jade Slip, an aged voice softly echoed within his mind. The voice seemed to carry a strange power, causing Wang Lin to completely immerse himself in comprehending the Soul Derivation Dao contained within the Jade Slip.

Time slowly flowed by; a day passed in the blink of an eye.

Fan Shanmeng remained standing outside the mountain peak, waiting with her head lowered. The high temperature came in waves, soaking Fan Shanmeng's clothes with sweat, making them stick to her body uncomfortably, yet she continued to stand there, awaiting Wang Lin's summons.

This feeling made her helpless. Recalling the scenes from the past, a trace of resentment flashed in her lowered eyes, but she quickly hid it.

Inside the Immortal Cave on the peak, Wang Lin opened his eyes and gazed at the Jade Slip in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

"4.9 billion Rune Inscriptions… Each Rune Inscription requires a certain amount of time before it can be branded onto the soul… 100,000 Rune Inscriptions constitute Minor Achievement. 2.7 billion is Intermediate, and 4.9 billion is Major Achievement… This technique is quite strange. Entering the initial stage is simple, but advancing further is astonishingly difficult. Moreover, the further one goes, the more complex the Rune Inscriptions become, and the more time is needed to brand them onto the soul! Is this the Great Soul Gate's Soul Derivation Dao?" Wang Lin was silent for a moment, his expression somewhat peculiar.

"According to the time specified on this Jade Slip, one can Master the initial stage of this technique in three days. Within three days, nine out of ten Cultivators whose cultivation has reached the Third Step can complete 100,000 Rune Inscriptions onto their soul… However, if one wishes to reach the Intermediate level, it requires 999 years… and one must remain in secluded cultivation constantly… This is acceptable; it is not uncommon for Cultivators to undergo secluded cultivation for a thousand years.

But to achieve Major Achievement—4.9 billion Rune Inscriptions—it actually requires 178,000 years of secluded cultivation. This…" Wang Lin frowned. He vaguely understood why Old Ancestor Azure Ox had so readily given him this seemingly precious Soul Derivation Dao.

This technique is fundamentally impossible to achieve Major Achievement! At most, one can only reach the Intermediate level!

Wang Lin let out a cold snort, closed his eyes, and continued to immerse himself in branding the Rune Inscriptions onto his soul. Soon, by the twilight of the third day, the world was bathed in golden light, mixed with a hint of dimness, and Wang Lin opened his eyes once more.

"It is exactly as the Jade Slip predicted: three days, 100,000 Rune Inscriptions branded onto the soul…" Wang Lin raised his right hand, performed Hand Seals, and touched his glabella. Immediately, his body trembled, and wisps of soul Qi spread out from his crown. This soul Qi swirled, quickly forming a small figure above Wang Lin's head.

This small figure was only three inches tall, its body formed by the 100,000 Rune Inscriptions branded onto Wang Lin's soul. The figure did not look like Wang Lin; it only had a pair of eyes, no nose or mouth, and not even ears.

With a light leap, the small figure immediately landed in front of Wang Lin. As Wang Lin extended his right hand, the figure jumped again and stood in his palm.

Gazing at the small figure, Wang Lin's eyes revealed a strange light. On the figure's body, 100,000 runes flashed continuously and densely. This subtly made the figure visible only to the naked eye, but when swept by Divine Sense, it appeared completely empty.

As Wang Lin looked at the small figure, it was also looking at him. Its gaze was clear, containing an indescribable brilliance. The moment their eyes met, Wang Lin felt a sense of disorientation.

"Soul Derives Ten Thousand, Seeking One's Own Mystery!" Wang Lin suddenly spoke, intending to calculate his own fortune and misfortune. The moment he spoke, the small figure in his palm trembled, emitting bursts of faint light. It immediately turned toward Wang Lin, knelt down in his palm, and kowtowed to him.

During the first kowtow, the instant the figure's head touched the skin of Wang Lin's palm, a strange power seemed to burst forth from the figure's body, rushing into Wang Lin's palm and surging into his mind.

Wang Lin's vision blurred. He vaguely seemed to see a patch of mist, which was filled with bloody light. Countless figures could faintly be seen within it, but none were clear.

At this moment, the small figure kowtowed again. The instant its glabella touched the skin of Wang Lin's palm for the second time, Wang Lin's mind boomed, and the mist before his eyes seemed to be forcefully torn apart by a surge of power.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a mountain, enveloped in thunder and lightning, resembling a Thunder Mountain at the extremity of heaven and earth. At the base of that mountain, he clearly saw a person who appeared to be suppressed beneath the Thunder Mountain!

Streaks of lightning descended from the sky, continuously striking the mountain. Faintly, he also saw a gigantic war chariot composed of lightning and thunder in the sky. Standing on the chariot was a figure also formed by lightning, looking down at the earth.

Wang Lin's mind trembled. Without hesitation, he stared intently at the appearance of the person suppressed beneath the mountain, but the image was blurry and indistinct.

At this moment, the small figure in his palm trembled and kowtowed to Wang Lin for the third time. The instant its glabella touched his palm, Wang Lin's body shook violently, and his mind roared. It was as if he had gained another burst of power to tear open the mist, allowing him to clearly see the appearance of the person suppressed beneath the mountain!

That person was none other than himself!!

The moment he saw all this clearly, the illusory scene before Wang Lin violently collapsed. He felt as if a Cultivation Planet had smashed into him. With a loud boom, his Divine Sense rapidly retracted.

"Who will suppress me with this Thunder Mountain in the future!!" Wang Lin's expression was fierce. As the scene before him collapsed, he forcibly kept his Divine Sense focused, violently looking up to see the figure on the war chariot formed by the lightning in the sky. He had to see what this person looked like!

"Soul Derivation Dao, operate again!" He couldn't see clearly, but how could Wang Lin give up so easily? As his mind transmitted the command, the small, trembling figure in his hand kowtowed for the fourth time.

With a crash, a massive streak of thunder seemed to roar through the world Wang Lin was watching. The dazzling light completely illuminated the blurry environment, allowing Wang Lin to clearly see the figure on the war chariot and their appearance in that instant!

The moment he saw clearly, Wang Lin's mind was shaken, and his body trembled. The illusory world before him completely collapsed. His eyes focused, and what he saw when he looked up was still the interior of the Immortal Cave.

The small figure in his palm looked listless, its gaze dim, motionless.

After a long silence, Wang Lin still could not forget the appearance of the person he had seen in that final glance.

"Impossible… How could this happen…" Confusion appeared on Wang Lin's face. After a very long time, he clenched his hand, merging the small figure in his palm back into his soul within his body to nourish it.

"This matter is strange… But this Soul Derivation Dao can indeed deduce future changes. After this Soul Person recovers for some time, perhaps I can use it to calculate the whereabouts of Situ, Qing Shui, Li Qianmei, and others…" As Wang Lin pondered, he suppressed the shock caused by the scene he had witnessed. Having reached his current level of cultivation, he had experienced too much in life; even events as catastrophic as the collapse of heaven and earth could be calmly suppressed deep within his heart.

"Three days have passed… I wonder what the three gifts mentioned by Old Ancestor Azure Ox are… Furthermore, he previously said he would allow me to enter the Great Soul Gate's Soul Storage Pavilion to select a Divine Ability…" Wang Lin recalled the Great Soul Gate's multiple illusion techniques, as well as the technique Yan Luan had once used to summon the souls of the Great Soul Gate's ancestors to appear.

After a brief period of contemplation, Wang Lin stood up and stepped forward, walking out of the Immortal Cave and onto the burning mountain peak. He immediately saw Fan Shanmeng outside, whose body looked extremely weak.

She was still standing there. Upon seeing Wang Lin appear, Fan Shanmeng's expression became complicated. Just as she was about to speak, Wang Lin's body flickered. He walked out of Yan Vein Peak and swept past Fan Shanmeng.

"You!!" Anger flashed in Fan Shanmeng's eyes, but she forcefully suppressed it. Staring at Wang Lin's retreating figure, she took a deep breath, calmed her emotions, and continued to wait.

She no longer had a retreat path… Wang Lin's figure transformed into a long arc, and after leaving Yan Vein Peak, he sped toward the depths of the Great Soul Gate. The Prohibition-Breaking Jade Slip left behind by Old Ancestor Azure Ox contained a map of all the Great Soul Gate's peaks, allowing Wang Lin to clearly know the location of Azure Heaven Peak.