Chapter 283: Sacrificing Treasures to the Ancient God

Wang Lin made up his mind, his eyes flashing. The thought he originally had of returning to the Chu Country immediately ceased. He pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and lightly patted his Storage Pouch. Instantly, the Mosquito Beast, which hadn't appeared for a long time, flew out of the Storage Pouch and circled in the air.

Wang Lin leaped onto the Mosquito Beast's back and sat cross-legged. With a movement of his Divine Thought, the Mosquito Beast immediately let out a long howl, its massive proboscis flashing with chilling light. However, it refused to fly forward, instead showing a flattering expression.

When this expression appeared on the creature, it looked utterly bizarre. If anyone else saw it, they would definitely feel a chill in their heart, as the creature's appearance was simply too ferocious.

Wang Lin smiled slightly, took a bottle of Medicinal Pills from his Storage Pouch, poured out a few, and tossed them forward. Immediately, the Mosquito Beast's eyes showed delight, and it flew forward at once, swallowing the Medicinal Pills in one gulp.

Just like that, Wang Lin threw Medicinal Pills while the Mosquito Beast flew. Before long, half of the entire bottle of Medicinal Pills was gone. At this point, Wang Lin put the Medicinal Pills away, patted the Mosquito Beast, and scolded it with a laugh: “You good-for-nothing beast! Today’s Medicinal Pills are gone. If you fly faster, I’ll give you more tomorrow.”

The Mosquito Beast immediately let out a roar, its body moving as fast as lightning, raising a strong fierce wind as it swiftly flew away.

All along the way, Wang Lin's mood was quite pleasant. Having avenged a great wrong and achieved success in his cultivation, this feeling was quite exhilarating. Wang Lin let out a long howl that pierced the heavens and earth. The Mosquito Beast beneath him seemed to sense this and roared along with him.

The two sounds grew louder and louder, flashing across the sky as the Mosquito Beast flew. The Cultivation Country beneath his feet was immediately alarmed, and several streams of Divine Sense swept over. But upon discovering Wang Lin's cultivation and the ferocious Mosquito Beast, they all quickly retracted their Divine Sense, not daring to disturb him.

At this very moment, within the Cultivation Country beneath Wang Lin, in a Mortal city, a slovenly old man smiled and said to a young Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator: “Little brother, I see your Heavenly Court is full and purple light permeates your body; you are definitely no Mortal. Unfortunately, without guidance, I fear there is no hope of Core Formation in this life.”

The young Daoist glared and shouted, “Get lost! If you block this young master’s way again, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

The slovenly old man made a few clicking sounds with his mouth, pointed at Wang Lin, who had flashed across the sky, and said, “See him? Back then, this little guy was only in the Nascent Soul Stage. I, this old man, gave him a few pointers, and look, now he’s reached Soul Transformation. How about it? Should I call him down to prove it to you?”

The young Daoist snorted lightly, looked up at the black dot in the sky that had already flown extremely far away, and told the old man, “Scram!”

Saying this, he pushed the old man and walked forward.

The old man sighed, showing regret, and quickly ran back up to him. In his right hand, a large handful of tokens had appeared at some point. He said, “Little brother, I have tokens from the eight great Schools of the Sangmi Country, even Sect Leader tokens! These are Sharp Weapons for self-defense. If someone causes you trouble, just toss one out, and I guarantee they’ll be terrified immediately!”

Wang Lin was naturally unaware of this scene. After his long howl, he laughed heartily, patted his Storage Pouch, and immediately produced a wood carving. This wood carving was the Statue of Time of the Azure Robed Old Man. Wang Lin grabbed into the air with his right hand, and instantly a cluster of crystalline light appeared in his palm. After biting his fingertip and squeezing out a drop of fresh blood, he merged it with the crystalline light and pressed it onto the wood carving.

Instantly, the wood carving flickered slightly, and inside it, a long, blood-red Meridian appeared, swiftly moving within the carving. If one looked closely, they could see that there was not just one blood Meridian inside the wood carving, but a total of over thirty!

These blood traces were all moving, often flashing past without touching each other.

This was the result of Wang Lin's frequent refinement during this period.

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Wang Lin sat atop the Mosquito Beast, passing through one Teleportation Formation after another, finally arriving at the Cultivation Devil Sea.

For the past few decades, the Cultivation Devil Sea had been in a state of war. The joint offensive of multiple countries had reached a stalemate against the counterattack of the Devil Cultivators of the Cultivation Devil Sea.

Wang Lin's target was the Ancient God Land within the Shattered Star Chaos of the Cultivation Devil Sea. Having mastered the Ancient God's memory, Wang Lin could enter and exit this place freely using a few Hand Seals.

Wang Lin thought for a long time. Only in the Ancient God Land could he forge a Major Achievement Restriction Banner without it being damaged by the Heavenly Tribulation. Besides this reason, Wang Lin had another objective: within the passage of the Ancient God Land, there were countless powerful Spirit Beasts, and even Desolate Beasts. Wang Lin intended to capture one.

He would do everything possible to complete the arrangement of his Magic Treasures before the Day of the Heavenly Dao arrived and he entered the Gate to the Immortal Realm. Wang Lin even planned to visit the Outer Realm Battlefield once to collect enough Wandering Souls and Devil Heads.

Wang Lin analyzed that as long as he did not venture deep into the Ancient God's First Pass, Tuo Sen should not notice him. Even if he was noticed, with his current cultivation, he would certainly be able to leave in advance.

With this plan in mind, after entering the periphery of the Cultivation Devil Sea, Wang Lin immediately took out the Straw Hat gifted by the slovenly old man and placed it on his head. His entire person was instantly surrounded by golden light. He proceeded straight ahead without the slightest stop, heading toward the Shattered Star Chaos.

Under the effect of the golden light, some minor scoundrels along the way dared not approach or obstruct him, allowing him to pass through the sky unimpeded.

The conflicts within the Cultivation Devil Sea were constant. Although large-scale battles like those a few years ago rarely occurred, small skirmishes persisted.

However, the level of these battles was controlled to be below Core Formation. Even Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators rarely made a move. It seemed both sides were accumulating strength, brewing the next large-scale conflict.

Therefore, in this state, no one bothered to pursue Wang Lin's passage through the sky. Even if individual Soul Transformation Cultivators noticed him, they merely swept him with their Divine Thought and let him pass directly.

Wang Lin's speed was extremely fast the whole way. If they encountered any ignorant Yao Beasts, the Mosquito Beast beneath him would immediately pounce, extend its proboscis, and suck out the Inner Core. After passing through several Teleportation Formations, he arrived at the Inner Cultivation Devil Sea that day.

As soon as he stepped out of the Teleportation Formation, he immediately sensed waves of Spell fluctuations in the distance. After sweeping them with his Divine Sense, Wang Lin paid no further attention. Instead, he took out a map Jade Slip, checked his bearings, and flew east.

Ten thousand miles further east was the location of the Shattered Star Chaos.

While flying, Wang Lin suddenly frowned. He saw a patch of red cloud appear in the distance. This red cloud looked like ten thousand galloping horses, surging toward Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered. He knew that in the Cultivation Devil Sea, strength was the foundation of everything. If he showed weakness, he would certainly be swallowed whole, skin and bone. A trace of cold Qi emanated from his body.

In the blink of an eye, the red cloud was extremely close. Within the red cloud, there was actually a strange creature.

This creature resembled a Black Tortoise, but there were no sharp spikes on its back. Instead, on its head was a single curved horn, where bursts of dark light flickered.

The creature's body was enormous. Seated on its back was an old man, wearing a gray cloth jacket and carrying a massive red Gourd tucked into his waist.

The moment he saw the creature and the old man, Wang Lin immediately remembered who this person was!

This person was the one who had implanted a Restriction in his body back then and ordered him to go to the Artifact Refining Pavilion!

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, but he immediately calmed down and looked over coldly. The old man sat on the creature, moving extremely fast, arriving near Wang Lin in the blink of an eye. He opened his eyes, swept a glance over Wang Lin, and immediately let out a soft exclamation.

Wang Lin could sense that the old man's Divine Sense, the moment it swept over, was immediately stung by the golden light on the Straw Hat, causing it to retreat.

The old man stared intently at Wang Lin, secretly startled in his heart. He glanced at the Straw Hat, pondered briefly, and said nothing. Instead, he slapped the creature beneath him, and it swept up the red cloud, passing by Wang Lin and flying toward the east.

At this juncture, the old man also became cautious. Especially since, in his view, this person wearing the Straw Hat was completely enveloped in golden light, and his own Divine Sense felt a stinging sensation when sweeping over it. Thus, he was unwilling to easily provoke an opponent.

Furthermore, he figured that anyone capable of possessing such a treasure was likely a Soul Transformation Cultivator at the very least. Consequently, he was even less inclined to fight this person without reason.

Seeing that the old man was heading east, Wang Lin frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then flew forward.

One hundred thousand miles was no longer a great distance for a Soul Transformation Cultivator, especially after mastering the spatial shifting technique, which was several times faster than instantaneous movement by merging with heaven and earth.

Before long, Wang Lin saw the unique ring-shaped area of the Shattered Star Chaos from afar. Within this ring, the fragmented stones still drifted slowly, seemingly ordinary but performing a mysterious operation according to a certain Law established since ancient times.

This time, when Wang Lin saw the Shattered Star Ring, his feeling was vastly different from before. He could perceive that within this Shattered Star Ring, there existed a rule that seemed to be detached from the Heavenly Dao. It was the function of this rule that allowed the Shattered Star Ring to possess the power to conjure Clones far surpassing the original body.

The old man, who was atop the Crying Beast, had the red cloud dissipate at this moment. He stood up, quietly looking at the Shattered Star Chaos. He seemed to sense Wang Lin's arrival, glanced at him, and then withdrew his gaze.

Judging by the speed, the old man had already confirmed that this person must be a Soul Transformation Cultivator.

Wang Lin's gaze was calm. After a brief contemplation, he found a spot near the Shattered Star Chaos, sat down cross-legged, and began meditating and breathing without saying a word. However, his Divine Sense was secretly vigilant.

He wanted to see what the old man's purpose for coming here was. If he also intended to enter the Ancient God Land, Wang Lin would not go first, but wait until the other party had entered before proceeding.

The old man looked at Wang Lin again and suddenly spoke: “Fellow Daoist, since you have come here, you must also be intending to collect the Aurora Fire Thread. How about we team up and enter the Shattered Star Ring together?”

Wang Lin's expression was normal, but his heart stirred. What was this Aurora Fire Thread? The Ancient God's memory had no record of it. Given the time Wang Lin had spent in cultivation, it wasn't short, yet he had never heard of an Aurora Fire Thread.

He altered his voice, laughing hoarsely: “I have no interest in forming a team.”

The old man snorted lightly, took a careful look at Wang Lin, and turned to gaze at the Shattered Star Ring.