Chapter 201: The End of the extreme realm

Wang Lin frowned. His gaze fell upon the enormous turtle beneath the distant old man. The aura emanating from it was extremely similar to that of the Desolate Beast Flood Dragon he encountered in the Ancient God Land passage back then.

Furthermore, and most importantly, the appearance of this turtle was almost identical to a certain creature stored in the Ancient God's memories.

"Xuanwu!!" Qiu Siping's eyes snapped open, his pupils suddenly contracting. His expression changed, and his hands quickly formed Hand Seals, sending out several streaks of spiritual light that landed upon the statue at the bow of the boat.

Immediately, the entire boat slowly changed direction, intending to veer around the side and avoid meeting the crazy old man.

"Xuanwu…" Wang Lin stared at the turtle for a moment, his expression sinking. In the Ancient God's memories, there was no mention of Xuanwu; there was only a creature called the Crying Beast.

This beast fed on Spiritual Qi. Its strongest attack was its crying roar. Ordinary Cultivators, upon hearing just one sound, would immediately have the spiritual power within their bodies disintegrate, turning them into food for the beast.

The old man, who was currently cursing, took out a filthy Gourd from his bosom, took a large gulp, and continued cursing. He didn't even spare a glance for the boat carrying Wang Lin and Qiu Siping.

Sweat beaded on Qiu Siping's forehead. He cautiously controlled the boat, slowly circling around the old man from a distance. Only after flying far away did he finally sigh in relief. He turned back and said to Wang Lin, "This person can use the Desolate Beast Xuanwu as a mount. His cultivation must be far beyond what we imagined. It seems the recent change in the Cultivation Devil Sea has drawn out many Old Monsters hidden here. Fortunately, he didn't intend to trouble us, otherwise, things might have been grim this time."

Wang Lin glanced at Qiu Siping and said with a gloomy expression, "Not necessarily!"

Qiu Siping was startled. At that moment, Wang Lin pointed forward with his right hand, and Qiu Siping's expression immediately changed slightly, for in the direction Wang Lin pointed, the scene they had just witnessed reappeared.

An old man standing on a turtle was looking up and cursing loudly.

Qiu Siping was silent for a moment, then squeezed out a word: "Formation?"

Wang Lin ignored Qiu Siping and went to the bow of the boat, looking around. He had felt something was wrong just now. The moment the boat changed direction, it was as if a layer of subtle fluctuation spread out from the four feet of the Crying Beast.

"It's not a Formation, it's some kind of Restriction!" Wang Lin said flatly after a moment.

Qiu Siping's expression darkened slightly. He frowned and looked around, then forced a bitter smile, saying, "With our cultivation, we shouldn't have warranted this Senior specially setting up Restrictions, right?"

Wang Lin did not speak, secretly paying attention to the surroundings with his Divine Sense. He figured that the old man on the Crying Beast could not possibly be stopping them for no reason; there must be some complication involved.

Perhaps tired of cursing, the old man took another large drink from the wine in his Gourd, then sat down heavily. At the same time, his gaze swept over and landed on Qiu Siping's boat.

The old man grabbed with his right hand, and immediately, the boat rapidly flew toward him, reaching ten zhang away in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Siping quickly bowed and said respectfully, "Junior Qiu Siping greets Senior."

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "You know me?"

Qiu Siping was startled and quickly said, "Junior…"

"I don't know you, so how could you know me? If you don't know me, why call me Senior? Am I that old… How about this, I'll tell you about when I was three years old. Once I finish talking about these past few thousand years, then you'll know me. So, when I was three…" Once the old man started talking, he wouldn't stop, rambling on and on, leaving Qiu Siping utterly stunned and speechless.

After a long time, the old man finally stopped. After taking another drink from the wine in the Gourd, the Gourd was empty. The old man curled his lip and muttered, "If I had known I'd be talking this much today, I would have prepared more wine. Now it's all gone. You two, come with me to buy some wine. On the way, I'll tell you about my experiences when I was seventy-five."

Qiu Siping's face twitched. He quickly took several jars of plain wine from his Storage Pouch and hurriedly said, "Sen… er… Junior has wine here. Please take it; there's no need to buy any."

The old man's face lit up with joy. He moved his right hand, and immediately the jars in Qiu Siping's hand vanished.

Wang Lin remained silent. He couldn't see through the old man's cultivation at all, and since he wasn't good at small talk, leaving this matter to Qiu Siping was the most appropriate course of action.

Furthermore, Wang Lin kept pondering why this person had intercepted them. Gradually, a realization dawned on him: this matter must be related to the Heavenly Tribulation or the recent massacres he committed. Of course, it was also possible that the person the old man sought was not Wang Lin but Qiu Siping, but judging from the old man's demeanor, Wang Lin had a faint feeling that the person being intercepted was not Qiu Siping, but himself, Wang Lin!

The old man slapped open the jar's seal, sniffed it, and laughed heartily, "Fine wine brewed with remnant cloud fruit! Not bad, young fellow, you suit this old man's taste. How about it, want to be my Disciple?"

Wang Lin's heart sank. This old man would never say such a thing without reason; there must be a hidden meaning behind it!

This time, Qiu Siping was completely stunned. If he thought the man was merely verbose before, now, in his opinion, the man was practically a lunatic. Who accepts Disciples like this?

For a moment, it was as if someone had choked him; he couldn't utter a single word. After a long time, he forced a bitter smile and said, "Senior, I…"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "What, you don't want to? Forget it then. You, yes, you. How about you become this old man's Disciple?" The old man shifted his gaze to Wang Lin and said with a half-smile.

Wang Lin's gaze was calm. He had already guessed that the other party would eventually focus on him, so he respectfully said, "Junior already belongs to a School."

"What School?" The smile remained on the old man's face, but in Wang Lin's view, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. He immediately became more certain of his guess: the person the old man sought this time was indeed Wang Lin!

"Hengyue School of the State of Zhao," Wang Lin replied respectfully, his demeanor unchanged.

The old man gave Wang Lin a meaningful look, his smile becoming colder. He said, "Killing over a thousand Core Formation Cultivators in three days, young fellow, that's quite a feat!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qiu Siping's expression instantly changed. He took a few steps back, suddenly looking at Wang Lin with an incredulous gaze.

Wang Lin's expression was normal, but his heart jumped violently. At this moment, countless thoughts raced through his mind. Everything the old man had said from his appearance until now flashed through his brain. He took a deep breath and said with even more respect, "Junior is willing to acknowledge Senior as Master."

The old man was startled. After staring at Wang Lin for a moment, the coldness in his eyes slowly faded. He then laughed heartily, waved his right hand, and immediately sent out a Restriction that imprinted itself on Wang Lin's glabella. He chuckled, "Good! You are indeed clever. This old man accepts you as a Disciple. Come with me."

After the Restriction entered his body, it immediately transformed into a gigantic Lotus Flower, using Wang Lin's Meridians as its trunk, blood vessels as its branches and leaves, and blood as nourishment, condensing within his body.

Wang Lin showed no unusual expression on his face, but said in a deep voice, "Disciple has an agreement with Fellow Daoist Qiu. I need to help him complete a task. I ask Master to grant me a few days' grace."

The old man's gaze focused and turned toward Qiu Siping. Qiu Siping struggled internally for a moment, then secretly gritted his teeth, nodding respectfully, and said, "Senior, this is true. I hope Senior can be accommodating."

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "I'll give you one month. After one month, go to any Artifact Refining Pavilion in any city within the Cultivation Devil Sea and mention this old man's name, Sun Dian. I will know immediately."

After speaking, the old man looked at Wang Lin again, laughed heartily, stepped onto the Crying Beast beneath his feet, circled around them, and flew into the distance, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Siping was silent for a moment. He looked at Wang Lin with considerable apprehension, choosing not to ask about anything the old man had mentioned. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "Brother Wang, I will speed up the boat. We should reach that place in about two days. I entrust all matters concerning the Restrictions inside to Brother Wang."

Wang Lin nodded, immediately sat down cross-legged at the stern of the boat, and tapped his glabella with his right hand. Instantly, the Devil Head Xu Ligou and the Second Devil Head scattered out, hovering around.

At the same time, he patted his Storage Pouch, and the Restriction Banner flew out, activated by him. This time, under his control, the range of the Restriction Banner only enveloped his body.

Immediately afterward, Wang Lin's cold voice came through the black mist formed by the Restriction Banner: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, I need to enter seclusion for two days. Please do not disturb me."

Qiu Siping immediately agreed. After a glance, he withdrew his gaze and focused on driving the boat, increasing its flying speed.

Two days later, the boat carrying the two men had arrived at a desolate mountain range. At this point, Qiu Siping looked back at Wang Lin's place of seclusion, pondered for a moment, and chose not to disturb him. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and waited quietly.

Several hours later, the Restriction Banner outside Wang Lin's body suddenly tumbled and rapidly shrank, finally turning into a small banner that Wang Lin put into his Storage Pouch.

Wang Lin's face was slightly pale. The old man's Lotus Restriction was not very complex, and he had already partially cracked it. To completely crack it would require some time.

However, he had thoroughly understood the function of this Restriction within these two days. The Restriction served a positioning purpose, and Wang Lin analyzed that its range should be extremely wide.

Seeing Wang Lin emerge from seclusion, Qiu Siping immediately stood up and said in a deep voice, "Brother Wang, below us is the location of that Immortal Cave."

Wang Lin nodded, glanced downward, and then his body suddenly floated away from the boat, hovering in mid-air.

Qiu Siping struck the boat with a Hand Seal from his right hand. Immediately, the boat rapidly shrank, eventually becoming palm-sized, and was collected into his Storage Pouch.

After doing this, Qiu Siping quickly descended. After checking the surroundings briefly, he landed on a stone platform midway up the mountain range. He flipped his right hand, revealing a black stone. He spat out a mouthful of Golden Core Qi onto it, and the black stone immediately flashed with dark light.

Qiu Siping tossed the stone with his right hand. The stone immediately flew up and hung in mid-air. Following this, Qiu Siping's hands formed Hand Seals repeatedly, striking the stone. Immediately, the stone radiated light and slowly drifted toward the mountain body.

As the stone got closer and closer to the mountain body, ripples of water appeared within the mountain, gradually spreading outward.

Inside these Water Ripples, a semicircular cavern could be seen.

Qiu Siping took a deep breath and looked toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment. His Divine Sense Eye flickered. After staring at the Water Ripples for a while, he quickly waved his hands in front of him. Immediately, three Circles of Afterimages were flung out from his hands, rapidly landing on the water ripples covering the mountain body.

At this instant, the water ripples on the mountain body trembled violently, and countless bulges appeared within them. These bulges constantly wriggled, either shrinking or expanding, looking extremely strange.

Wang Lin didn't blink. He quickly waved his hands in front of him, condensing one Restriction Circle of Afterimages after another.

Just then, one bulge in the water ripples suddenly shattered. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and a Circle of Afterimages rapidly shot out from in front of him, landing on the broken spot.

But next, even more bulges shattered. Wang Lin's hands moved rapidly, and Restriction Afterimages shot out, landing on every broken spot.

However, the further they went, the more bulges shattered. Gradually, Wang Lin's speed clearly couldn't keep up with the frequency of the shattering. Qiu Siping, who had been nervous, grew anxious when he saw Wang Lin slowing down. He slapped his Storage Pouch with his right hand, and ten black stones immediately flew out.

Immediately afterward, he continuously tapped the stones with both hands, then suddenly flicked one out, which quickly landed on a shattered bulge spot that Wang Lin hadn't managed to fill.

A hint of heartache appeared in his eyes, but his expression quickly became serious again. He continuously tapped the stones, and whenever a spot appeared that Wang Lin couldn't fill in time, he immediately used a stone to patch it.

Seeing all this, Wang Lin's eyes flickered. The speed of his hands slightly slowed down, intentionally exposing some bulges, forcing Qiu Siping to use stones to fill them.

Finally, when all ten of the opponent's stones were gone, Wang Lin's hand speed increased again, and he continuously flung out several Restrictions. With a loud boom, the water ripples on the mountain body suddenly split down the middle, revealing a passable path.

Qiu Siping's face brightened with joy. He quickly rushed inside. Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and he followed unhurriedly behind.

The cavern was small. Upon entering, there were four Stone Chambers inside, filled with a lot of dust. After Wang Lin entered, he immediately saw Qiu Siping standing outside one of the Stone Chambers, a ferocious look on his face.

Wang Lin ignored him. After looking around, he found that all four Stone Chambers were equipped with Restrictions. He focused his gaze on the leftmost Stone Chamber, and after observing for a moment, he found that the Restriction on it was the easiest to crack.

He pondered briefly, then without a word, he continuously waved his hands, gathering Spiritual Power into them, and struck out a Circle of Afterimages that landed on the Stone Chamber.

Immediately, the Stone Chamber trembled violently, and the stone wall slowly rose. Wang Lin glanced inside, and his eyes suddenly widened.

The Stone Chamber was empty, save for a circular Magic Formation on the ground. This Magic Formation looked quite ancient, but upon Wang Lin's careful inspection, the symbols and Materials that made up the Magic Formation were preserved extremely well.

Moreover, Wang Lin recognized this Magic Formation instantly; it was precisely the Ancient Teleportation Formation capable of traveling at least a million li away!

"This Formation is an Ancient Teleportation Formation. When my Master discovered this Immortal Cave back then, he found this Formation. Although this Formation is preserved intact because it is inside the Stone Chamber, safe from wind and rain, activating the Ancient Teleportation Formation requires Top-Grade Spirit Stones. I, Qiu, have yet to hear of anyone possessing Top-Grade Spirit Stones in the entire Cultivation Devil Sea, so this Formation has never been activated," Qiu Siping turned his head, glanced at the Formation, and said calmly.

Wang Lin did not speak, but his heart pounded. He knew that after leaving the Ancient God Land, what he most wanted to find was descriptive information regarding Ancient Teleportation Formations, but he had found very little in Qilin City.

According to his original plan, he would find information and then personally repair an Ancient Teleportation Formation. But now, having such a well-preserved Formation right in front of him could completely make up for the lack of Teleportation Formation data.

The only pity was that he didn't know where the other end of this Formation led.

Qiu Siping pointed to the other Stone Chambers and said, "The second Stone Chamber from the left stored some Ancient Records, but it is empty now. Those records were all taken by me back then." As he spoke, he struck the stone wall with a Spiritual Spell from his right hand.

Immediately, the stone wall lifted upward, revealing the empty Stone Chamber inside.

"The second Stone Chamber from the right stored the remains of an Ancient Cultivator, but those remains are gone now, used by my old Master to refine Medicinal Pills." After saying this, he struck out another Spiritual Spell, and that Stone Chamber also opened, revealing that it was indeed completely empty.

“As for the Nascent Souls of my Master and Senior Brother, which are currently resting, they are inside this Right One Stone Chamber. Once opened, there are two Nascent Souls, and you and I will each choose one. My Master's Nascent Soul will go to Brother Wang. Brother Wang, although we had a misunderstanding initially, having traveled this far together, I believe that misunderstanding has been thoroughly cleared up now.” Qiu Siping glanced at Wang Lin and said slowly.

Wang Lin's gaze was calm as he said, “What if your analysis is wrong, and the two Nascent Souls are not resting?”

Qiu Siping shook his head and said, “Brother Wang, rest assured, I can confirm that both of them are in a state of rest. Moreover, just in case, I, Qiu, have prepared something else.” As he spoke, he took a deep breath, pulled out a purple-black stick of incense from his Storage Pouch, and tapped it with his right hand. The incense immediately lit up, emitting a faint scent of sandalwood.

“Soul-Confusing Incense?” Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he immediately recognized the item. This Soul-Confusing Incense is a material used in Alchemy. If combined with other medicines, it can stabilize the mind and resist External Demons. However, if used alone, especially if a Cultivator invaded by an External Demon smells this incense, their injuries will immediately worsen, and the External Demon within them will feel as if it has divine aid.

Qiu Siping nodded and said plainly, “Exactly. Brother Wang, are you relieved now? However, this Restriction is somewhat dangerous, so Brother Wang must be careful.” Saying this, he retreated a few steps, yielding the position.

Wang Lin stared at the stone chamber for a moment, and with a movement of his right hand, a residual image of a Restriction flew out and landed on the stone wall. But just then, a massive beast head suddenly drilled out of the stone chamber, roared, and fiercely lunged toward Wang Lin, attempting to swallow him.

Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged. He slapped his Storage Pouch with his right hand, and the Restriction Banner immediately flew out. He shouted, “Swallow!” Instantly, a large black hand stretched out from within the Restriction Banner, grabbed the beast head, and dragged it inside.

Immediately afterward, Wang Lin's hands rapidly changed, unleashing several circles of Restriction. Every time a circle of Restriction landed on the stone wall, a beast head would appear. Slowly, more and more beast heads emerged, yet the Restriction showed no sign of opening.

Qiu Siping frowned slightly. After a brief silence, he took out four black stones from his Storage Pouch again. After glancing at them with obvious heartache, he repeatedly tapped them with both hands, then suddenly flicked them away. They flew in four directions, landing on the stone wall.

“Brother Wang, I can only suppress the beast heads for ten breaths! Hurry!” Qiu Siping shouted.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered. Grasping the Restriction Banner, he suddenly waved it, and hundreds of thousands of Restrictions instantly leaped out from within, wildly sweeping toward the stone wall.

Wang Lin was not confident that he could break the Restriction on the stone wall in a short time, so he chose the second method of breaking Restrictions: forceful destruction!

A thousand Restrictions landed one by one onto the stone wall. Instantly, countless beast heads suddenly appeared across the entire wall. These beast heads struggled to leap out, but the four stones on the wall emitted bursts of soft light, preventing the beast heads from drilling through.

At this moment, the Restrictions from the Restriction Banner landed upon it. Immediately, amidst a series of rumbling sounds, large clouds of dust fell within the Immortal Cave. Even the entire Immortal Cave began to shake, showing signs of collapse and ruin.

Simultaneously, the moment the Restriction on the stone wall of the Right One Stone Chamber was broken, two faint yellow lights instantly drilled out from within, attempting to escape through the opening.

Just then, the speed of the two yellow lights suddenly slowed, and they became unsteady. The light within them grew dimmer and dimmer, eventually almost dissipating.

Clearly, this was the effect of the fragrance emitted by the Soul-Confusing Incense.

Wang Lin's eyes were bright. The moment the two yellow lights flew out, he clearly saw that inside these two yellow lights were two Nascent Souls with tightly closed eyes and bodies that were nearly transparent.

Moreover, judging by their level of weakness, they could collapse and dissipate at any moment. Now, having been stimulated by the Soul-Confusing Incense, these two Nascent Souls were already on the verge of collapse.

Wang Lin and Qiu Siping acted almost simultaneously. Wang Lin was a step faster than him. He grabbed the slightly stronger of the two Nascent Souls, and without a word, he rapidly shot out of the cave entrance.

The moment he rushed out of the cave entrance, the collapse inside the Immortal Cave began, and bursts of rumbling sounds of ruin suddenly appeared. At this moment, Qiu Siping also flashed out. After emerging, he cupped his fists toward Wang Lin and hurriedly fled quickly, afraid that Wang Lin might attack him.

Wang Lin, holding the Nascent Soul, quickly slapped his glabella. The Devil Head Xu Ligou immediately drilled out. When he saw the Nascent Soul, his eyes revealed monstrous greed.

Wang Lin let out a cold snort. Xu Ligou immediately shivered all over, an expression of fear appearing on his face. He obediently wrapped himself around the Nascent Soul and returned to Wang Lin's Sea of Consciousness.

Having finished this, Wang Lin looked back at the collapsing Immortal Cave, then looked at Qiu Siping, who had already flown far away. His eyes flickered, and after pondering for a moment, he ultimately gave up the idea of pursuing and killing the man. After all, one Nascent Soul was already the limit his Divine Sense could bear. If he put in another one, it would be easy for the Devil Head to lose control, leading to the possibility of being Possessed by someone else.

Wang Lin's eyes sparkled. He was quite excited at this moment, believing that by swallowing this Nascent Soul, he would very likely succeed in Forming the Nascent Soul. He took a deep breath, suppressed the anticipation in his heart, and quickly sped away.

After traveling for a day, Wang Lin stopped in a patch of desolate sand. He looked around. Along the way, he had specifically chosen desolate areas to fly over. Within a ten-thousand-mile radius of this spot, it could be said that both humans and beasts were rarely seen. Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he stomped his foot, and his body immediately sank into the ground.

He stopped two thousand *zhang* beneath the surface. After carving out a simple Immortal Cave, Wang Lin sat cross-legged inside. He took a deep breath, tapped his glabella with his right hand, and the Devil Head Xu Ligou immediately flew out.

Wang Lin glanced at Xu Ligou. The demon immediately stretched out his body obediently, revealing the weak, nearly collapsing Nascent Soul inside. He then floated to the side, looking eagerly at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin didn't spare Xu Ligou another look. He slightly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them a few breaths later, a look of decisiveness in his gaze. He grabbed the Nascent Soul and swallowed it whole.

The moment the Nascent Soul entered his body, the Ancient God Art immediately began to circulate. Like a massive millstone, it instantly disintegrated the Nascent Soul, releasing a vast amount of spiritual power. This spiritual power instantly surged through every one of Wang Lin's Meridians.

Wang Lin immediately stopped the circulation of the Ancient God Art to prevent it from using all the Nascent Soul's spiritual power for Body Refining. Thus, under his control, the immense spiritual power flowed rapidly from his Meridians, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all surging toward his Golden Core.

His Golden Core immediately swelled up. Its color deepened, and its size continuously expanded. Finally, fine cracks actually appeared on its surface.

A sign of Forming the Nascent Soul slowly appeared within his body.

But!

Right at this moment, the lightning formed by the extreme realm Divine Sense in his Sea of Consciousness, for the first time without Wang Lin's control, began to circulate on its own. It swiftly rushed out of the Sea of Consciousness, Broke through the Purple Mansion, instantly appeared inside Wang Lin's body, and violently struck the Golden Core.

Wang Lin's eyes snapped open. No matter how he tried to control it, the extreme realm Divine Sense remained beyond his command. The moment it struck the Golden Core, the Golden Core exploded with a bang.

The explosion occurred inside Wang Lin's body. The spiritual power released from the Golden Core wildly traveled along the Meridians and violently collided with the spiritual power generated after swallowing the Nascent Soul.

As a result, the impact force generated by the collision of these two streams of spiritual power immediately burst out of Wang Lin's Meridians, wildly sweeping through his body.

Wang Lin's body was violently tossed up with a succession of thuds, crashing heavily onto the ground. At the same time, he tasted sweetness in his mouth and consecutively spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, his complexion instantly turning pale.

He struggled to sit up. At this moment, Wang Lin's eyes were vacant, and he remained silent. After a long time, his gaze slowly regained a trace of vitality. He closed his eyes, and after inspecting his body internally, he burst into maniacal laughter. This laughter lasted for a very long time. Gradually, by the end of it, it sounded like deep grief and indignation no matter how one listened.

“extreme realm Divine Sense… extreme realm Divine Sense… extreme realm Divine Sense…” Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot as he muttered to himself.

The Golden Core inside his body did not completely self-destruct, but rather sharply shrank to the size of a fingernail.

Long before this, Wang Lin had already speculated whether the existence of the extreme realm would affect his ability to Form the Nascent Soul. At that time, he was not entirely certain, but the scene just now was like a heavy blow to the head, making him completely understand that the biggest obstacle to his Forming the Nascent Soul was this extreme realm Divine Sense.

As the saying goes, success is due to the extreme realm, and failure is also due to the extreme realm. But Wang Lin urgently wanted to know why all this happened—why, at the moment of Forming the Nascent Soul, the extreme realm Divine Sense would uncontrollably attack the Golden Core!

He took a bitter, deep breath, closed his eyes, sat in meditation, and recuperated his body.

Three days later, Wang Lin opened his eyes, leaped out of the Immortal Cave, and maintained an extremely fast speed as he quickly searched for cities in the surrounding area.

Half a month later, Wang Lin had visited almost all the Market Cities within the surrounding major cities. Of course, he did not go to the Artifact Refining Pavilion.

In these Market Cities, he did not find even the slightest description related to the extreme realm.

In his confusion, Wang Lin suddenly recalled the Immortal Cave where Qiu Siping had been, which contained densely packed Ancient Texts. Many of these texts even existed in the form of Bamboo Slips, indicating that their age must be extremely ancient. Consequently, even the slightest fluctuation of Magic Power would cause them to shatter, making it impossible to copy them onto Jade Slips.

Thinking of this, Wang Lin's body moved swiftly, and he sped toward the location of the Immortal Cave that Qiu Siping had visited that day.

Five days later, Wang Lin arrived at the wasteland. He didn't care whether Qiu Siping was there or not; if the other party tried to stop him, Wang Lin would definitely kill him cleanly and decisively.

Although Qiu Siping had obtained a Nascent Soul, Forming the Nascent Soul was definitely not something that could be completed in just half a month, so Wang Lin was not worried about Qiu Siping at this time.

On the Wasteland, Wang Lin's body sank, descending into the ground. Soon, he found the other party's Immortal Cave. As for the Restrictions outside the Immortal Cave, they posed no difficulty for him. After breaking them one by one, he successfully entered the Immortal Cave.

Wang Lin swept his Divine Sense around and found that Qiu Siping was not in the Immortal Cave. Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly walked toward the Stone Chamber filled entirely with Ancient Texts. The protective Restriction on this Stone Chamber took Wang Lin a bit of effort; after three hours, he broke it and walked into the Stone Chamber.

After entering, Wang Lin took a deep breath, slowly calmed his mind, and began to flip through and search the texts.

Most of the Bamboo Slips recorded descriptions related to Restrictions. Wang Lin quickly scanned all of them, but there was no description whatsoever related to the two words “extreme realm.”

Wang Lin's heart sank slightly, and he continued searching. Suddenly, his gaze landed on a Bamboo Slip. This Bamboo Slip looked extremely ancient, with even some broken parts on it.

After picking it up, Wang Lin opened it and immediately his body trembled. He quickly moved to a nearby Stone Table, gently placed the Bamboo Slip down, and slowly unrolled it.

The majority of this Bamboo Slip described Restrictions, but only on the last bamboo piece was a row of small characters engraved.

“In the Cultivation World, there exists a variation of spiritual power that can produce a mysterious force known as the extreme realm. I have specialized in researching the power of this extreme realm for many years, and I leave behind a few personal notes for future generations.

In my view, this mysterious power called the extreme realm is actually a different kind of Heavenly Tribulation! Otherwise, it would be impossible for a Cultivator of the same stage to be killed in a single blow; only the Heavenly Tribulation possesses this kind of might!

Many researchers who share my interest universally agree that the endpoint of the extreme realm is the Nascent Soul Stage. However, upon examining Historical Records, I discovered an interesting phenomenon.

First, I must state that the Historical Records do not explicitly document anyone possessing the extreme realm. However, from certain clues within them, I found several leads regarding Cultivators who seemed to possess the extreme realm.

Among these individuals, some stopped at Core Formation, some stopped at Nascent Soul, and others stopped at Soul Transformation. It can be said that there is no discernible pattern; it entirely depends on the individual's Opportunity.

In fact, the Breakthrough in my research on the extreme realm must be attributed to one person. I am not at liberty to reveal this person's name or background, but this individual was the first extreme realm Cultivator I had ever met!

His cultivation was at the Nascent Soul Stage.

This person wanted to Break through the Nascent Soul and reach Soul Transformation, so he sought my help, but ultimately, I failed…”

Wang Lin was immersed in the text, reading word by word. After a long time, he raised his head, a look of confusion in his eyes.

Based on the records on this Bamboo Slip, Wang Lin immediately concluded that the endpoint of his own extreme realm was likely the Core Formation stage. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the extreme realm to become uncontrollable the moment he tried to Form the Nascent Soul.

In this case, it meant that his cultivation would stop at the Late Stage of Core Formation, with no possibility of Breaking through in this life. Wang Lin could not accept this point, no matter what!

If his cultivation could not Break through, then the hatred and resentment that had tormented him for four hundred years would have no chance of release, and Situ Nan would never wake up from then on. Everything would terminate at this moment!

Teng Huayuan would still live freely, and Wang Lin would have no chance to exact revenge. Furthermore, he would have to hide carefully and could not return to the State of Zhao in this lifetime; otherwise, Teng Huayuan would certainly not spare him.

All his previous dreams were, at this moment, completely ruined.

Success is due to the extreme realm… failure is also due to the extreme realm… Wang Lin clenched his fists, his eyes revealing monstrous unwillingness.

If he wanted to Cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage, he would have to abandon the extreme realm and all the cultivation it brought. Only then could he eventually reach the Nascent Soul Stage.

This was a very difficult choice. The person on the Bamboo Slip had thought of a method for the Nascent Soul Stage extreme realm Cultivator who sought his help: Disperse cultivation!

While Dispersing cultivation, the extreme realm would also dissipate. Only in this way could he escape the extreme realm, Cultivate anew, and Break through his cultivation.

That Nascent Soul extreme realm Cultivator ultimately did not choose this method.

Now, this difficult choice had fallen into Wang Lin's hands.

If he did not abandon the extreme realm, he would be unable to Break through in this life, and every attempt to Form the Nascent Soul would be blocked by the extreme realm. But if he did abandon it, his cultivation, hard-won over four hundred years, would immediately fall to a low point, and he would have to Cultivate again from scratch. Moreover, during this period, he was in the Cultivation Devil Sea, where dangers were everywhere, and he might very well end up being killed before he even recovered his cultivation.

After a long time, Wang Lin's eyes revealed decisiveness. He took a deep breath, placed the Bamboo Slip back in its original position, and slowly walked out of the Immortal Cave.

The first thing he had to do was completely resolve the Lotus Restriction on his body!

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