Chapter 1811: Immortal Astral’s tenth sun, Lü Wenran

After Wang Lin left Azure Heaven Peak, Immortal Master Qing Niu remained seated cross-legged atop the mountain, gazing at the distant world. After a long time, he muttered words that only he could hear.

"It hasn't been many years since the Immortal Emperor emerged from seclusion, and sure enough, Green Devil Continent couldn't hold back… The deduction of the First Generation Old Ancestor was extremely accurate… It's just that there are some minor discrepancies, and the Old Ancestor's method is too gentle, unsuitable for the current situation… The objective of Green Devil Continent is precisely the objective of my Great Soul Gate… and also the objective of Guiyi Sect…" Immortal Master Qing Niu smiled and suddenly spoke.

"Lü Wenran!"

As soon as he spoke, ripples immediately appeared in the void behind him, from which a middle-aged man materialized. This man wore a green Daoist robe, had an ordinary appearance, but exuded a cultivation fluctuation characteristic of the Empty Tribulation Middle Stage. He stepped out, stood behind Immortal Master Qing Niu, cupped his fists, and looked quite respectful.

"Disciple Lü Wenran greets Master!"

"Have you ever seen him in the Pill Sea?" Qing Niu did not turn around, still looking at the distant sky as he spoke leisurely.

"That day, Disciple was fighting the Green Devil Envoy from Green Devil Continent in the Pill Sea, along with Ouyang Hui of the Guiyi Sect and Senior Martial Uncle Meng Zihai. Following the instructions Master left back then, Senior Martial Uncle Meng led the two of us to feign defeat and escape using the Cloud Boat left by the First Generation Old Ancestor. Therefore, I have not seen this person."

"Seven days from now, you will go with him to the Heavenly Ox Third Acupoint!" Immortal Master Qing Niu closed his eyes.

"Disciple obeys." The middle-aged man's expression was normal, but his eyes flashed imperceptibly. He nodded, retreated, turned into a ripple, and vanished into the void.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and five days were already gone. During these five days, Wang Lin did not leave his mountain peak, immersing himself in the Multiple Illusion Technique. He refined all the Artifact Refining Materials. At this moment, following the refining method detailed in the Multiple Illusion Technique Jade Slip, Wang Lin crafted a large black canvas flag in front of him.

This canvas was woven and interlaced inch by inch, melted from countless Materials and formed using a weaving method. It looked like cloth, but in reality, it only resembled it in form.

However, this object was not yet completely successful; it only had the main body and had not yet incorporated a dead soul. Only after adding a dead soul could it be used to execute the Multiple Illusion Technique.

Inside the Immortal Cave, Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He raised his right hand and grabbed the canvas, taking the object directly into his hand. His body flickered, and he left the Immortal Cave for the first time in five days.

He remembered Old Ancestor Qing Niu saying that he only had seven days. Now, only two days remained. He needed to go to the Ghost Peak of the Great Soul Gate to find a ghost soul to integrate into the canvas.

His figure vanished. When Wang Lin reappeared, he was outside the burning mountain peak. His gaze swept around, looking north of the Great Soul Gate. According to the Great Soul Gate map he possessed, Ghost Peak was located there!

Without hesitation, Wang Lin sped off, transforming into a blur and rushing straight toward Ghost Peak.

Directly north of the Great Soul Gate, near the edge, was a Forbidden Land. Endless mist shrouded this area. Few Disciples usually came here; only when a dead soul was needed would they come to search under the guidance of their respective Masters.

Or perhaps only those Core Disciples with profound cultivation would come alone.

Inside Ghost Peak, there were large numbers of dead souls collected by the Great Soul Gate throughout the generations. The quality of these dead souls was not high, but they were easy to obtain. After all, the Great Soul Gate was famous for its illusion techniques, and without this Ghost Peak, many Disciples would be unable to complete their Ghost Sails.

Over countless years, although replenishment was constant, the number of dead souls on Ghost Peak was never too large, as a Sect like the Great Soul Gate had an extremely high demand for dead souls.

Many of these dead souls were collected long ago by Great Soul Gate members and sent here as Sect missions. Although many years had passed, very few were able to Cultivate on their own and gain refinement through the ages.

The vast majority of them were directly Sealed upon arrival, reserved for Disciples to retrieve later.

At dusk on the fifth day, when the sky was hazy and looked quite oppressive, Wang Lin appeared outside Ghost Peak. He gazed at the mist-shrouded mountain. Inside, it was gloomy, and waves of cold Qi rushed toward him, making it feel like the Yellow Springs.

But Wang Lin felt no discomfort whatsoever. Everything, from his cultivation to the fact that he had once manifested the Yellow Springs Concept in his early years, made him feel as if he were walking on flat ground here.

Wang Lin was no stranger to Life and Death Reincarnation and the evolution of the Yellow Springs. He did not pause his steps as he walked toward Ghost Peak, slowly entering its interior.

The moment he approached, ripples of Restriction subtly emanated from Ghost Peak, spreading around Wang Lin, seemingly confirming whether he was qualified to enter.

Soon, the Restriction dissipated, and Wang Lin calmly stepped inside Ghost Peak!

Ghost Peak was a barren mountain. This mountain was very high, seeming to pierce the sky. There were no plants or trees on it, only mounds of graves!

These grave mounds were densely packed, appearing to number no less than several thousand, covering the entire mountain peak.

Waves of sinister Qi enveloped the area. Standing here, if one closed their eyes, they could seemingly feel endless roars echoing, and although the place was silent, this sensation was extremely intense.

Wang Lin walked past the grave mounds. He could sense that every mound contained more or less a dead soul. Most of these dead souls were in a Sealed state, though occasionally, some seemed to have loosened their Seals and drifted out.

Silent throughout his journey, Wang Lin spread his Divine Sense and walked toward the top of the mountain. The higher he went, the fewer dead souls existed within the grave mounds, until just as Wang Lin was about to step onto the very peak, he saw a grave that stood out from the rest!

This grave was the only one that had a tombstone. The writing on the tombstone was blurred, exuding an air of ancient decay, as if it had existed for countless years.

Beneath the tombstone, there was a long-haired woman dressed in white clothes. This woman was kneeling there, weeping softly.

The sound of weeping entered Wang Lin's mind, very clear and faintly heart-wrenching. Aside from the crying, the surroundings were silent, and a cold wind seemed to blow, lifting some of the black hair of the woman in white who had her back to Wang Lin.

Gazing at the woman in white, Wang Lin stopped his steps. Instead of continuing to climb the peak, he watched her, his expression calm.

The sound of weeping slowly ceased. The woman seemed to sense someone behind her but did not turn around.

"This is my tombstone…" After a long time, a faint voice came from the woman in white. The voice was ethereal, seeming to drift from a distant place; if one didn't listen carefully, it was hard to hear clearly.

"I can see that," Wang Lin said slowly after a moment of silence.

The instant Wang Lin spoke, the woman in white suddenly trembled, seeming about to turn around, but she paused and did not look back.

"You can see me? You can hear me crying?" the woman asked faintly after a long while.

"Yes," Wang Lin replied calmly. In reality, if he wished, he could see the appearance of all the dead souls here; this was greatly related to his Life and Death Origin.

Life and death are the difference between the left hand and the right hand—similar, yet different.

"You are not the person I am waiting for… nor am I your soul…" The woman gently spoke, touching the writing on the tombstone.

Wang Lin raised his head, his gaze sweeping past this spot toward the top of the mountain. There, seven or eight more grave mounds existed, emitting wisps of black qi, pervading several dead souls. Two or three of these were very substantial and could be refined into Medium Grade Ghost Sails.

These were the best quality dead souls in Ghost Peak.

"I can't find my body; I can only find this tombstone…" The woman in white said, slowly beginning to weep again.

Wang Lin remained silent for a moment, then lifted his foot and stepped past the area, heading toward the grave mounds containing the higher quality dead souls at the peak. But just a few steps after he left, the woman in white's crying became faintly mournful.

"Where is my body? Where is my home? Where are my relatives?" The woman's voice entered Wang Lin's mind, and Wang Lin's steps halted.

"What is your name."

"I've forgotten…" The woman shook her head while crying.

"From now on, you shall be called Kunxu." As Wang Lin spoke, he suddenly turned around, raised his right hand, and waved forward. With this wave, the woman's figure instantly vanished, leaving behind only the grave mound with the tombstone standing upright.

Not long after, Wang Lin left. He did not choose the high-quality souls but instead chose this woman in white, even though her soul could only refine a Preliminary Grade Ghost Sail.

But the woman's question—"Where is my home, where are my relatives?"—caused Wang Lin's heart to tremble.

The process of integrating the dead soul into the canvas did not take long; a full day was enough. After integrating the ghost soul of the woman in white, Wang Lin's Ghost Sail completely changed color, becoming white.

Inside the white canvas, soft weeping occasionally emanated. When heard by the mind, it conjured the image of a white-haired woman crying with her back turned.

At dusk on the seventh day, a Jade Slip arrived like a long rainbow, piercing through layers of Restrictions and finally floating in front of Wang Lin, who was sitting cross-legged in the Immortal Cave.

"Wang Lin, heed this order: proceed to the Heavenly Ox Third Acupoint and guard it!" Old Ancestor Qing Niu's voice came from inside the Jade Slip, echoing throughout the Immortal Cave, while the Jade Slip settled motionless in front of Wang Lin.

Wang Lin opened his eyes, which were calm. He picked up the Jade Slip, swept it with his Divine Sense, and streams of information poured into his mind.

The ancestors of the Great Soul Gate, throughout endless ages, established a total of seven locations on the Tianniu Continent. These seven locations evolved according to the seven vital acupoints on the body of the Heavenly Ox from beyond the heavens that transformed into the Tianniu Continent.

Within these seven Heavenly Ox Acupoints, one can utilize the power of the Heavenly Ox to form extremely powerful Formation Restrictions, while also bringing many profound benefits to the Cultivators of the Tianniu Continent.

The Great Soul Gate, as early as the time of the First Generation Old Ancestor, had calculated Wang Lin's arrival and foreseen this large-scale invasion by Green Devil Continent. How could they have made no preparations!