Chapter 291: Stillborn in the Womb

Wang Lin’s eyes flashed, and his body abruptly vanished into the black mist of the Restriction Banner. However, to others, it would be difficult to notice any clues. After all, the Divine Sense of that green-robed Cultivator was only at the Early Stage Soul Transformation, while Wang Lin’s Divine Sense was already equivalent to the Late Stage Soul Transformation.

Although their cultivation was the same, their Divine Sense differed too greatly. This was why Wang Lin immediately sensed the person upon their appearance, while the person only sensed Wang Lin after flying a certain distance.

He stepped one foot into the Formation, glanced back at the black mist rapidly approaching in the distance, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew colder.

But at this moment, Wang Lin’s figure suddenly appeared above the Formation. As soon as he appeared, he immediately threw out a bell.

The green-robed Cultivator’s face immediately turned pale. He never expected the other party to catch up so quickly. In his moment of愣, the bell had already grown larger with the wind, transforming into a giant bronze bell several zhang in size, fiercely covering him and trapping him.

At this time, Wang Lin beckoned with his right hand, and the Restriction Banner immediately fell into his grasp. With a flick, it enveloped both the bell and the Cultivator, disappearing from its original spot and reappearing on the ground.

“You can’t escape!” Wang Lin’s voice was calm, as if speaking to himself.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, forming Hand Seals with both hands, sending out streams of Hand Seals onto the bell.

The bell immediately vibrated, emitting clanging sounds. These sounds did not leak out much, but were mainly concentrated inside. However, within these clanging sounds, screams could occasionally be heard.

Before long, the bell’s vibrations became more intense. Besides the clanging, there were also some crashing sounds, indicating that the green-robed Cultivator was unwilling to be refined and was attempting to destroy the Magic Treasure with the might of his treasured sword.

Wang Lin knew that the treasured sword was sharp, and whether the bell could resist it was still unknown. He snorted lightly, and his Hand Seals became faster. As streams of Hand Seals continuously landed on the bell, the clanging inside grew louder and the frequency increased, while the sound of resistance grew weaker and weaker.

This bell was a Magic Treasure of an ancient Cultivator. Its main function was to trap people, and then refine them using the handprints recorded on the bell. Even the Primordial Spirit could be completely refined. Of course, the prerequisite was that the wielder of the treasure must have slightly higher cultivation than the one being refined; otherwise, it would be easy to suffer a backlash.

After a Soul Transformation Cultivator forms their Primordial Spirit, unless several people besiege them, it is very difficult to completely kill the opponent in a single combat, even if they win. However, if a Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator makes a move, it would be a different story.

Of course, if they were extremely weak, that would naturally be another matter. Just like Meng Tuozi back then, after being weakened to the extreme, he was framed by Wang Lin and died under the golden bone hand of the Hurricane King.

As Wang Lin’s handprints landed on the bell one by one, the screams inside slowly weakened, eventually disappearing completely. Wang Lin did not stop, but continued to refine it for a little longer before withdrawing his Hand Seals.

He beckoned with his right hand, and the bell quickly shrank, taken into his hand and placed into his Storage Pouch. Wang Lin was not in a hurry to open the bell to inspect its contents. In his mind, even if the green-robed Cultivator was truly dead, there would surely be a dying struggle.

The dying struggle of a Soul Transformation Cultivator is extremely terrifying. With Wang Lin’s caution, how could he easily take risks? He simply didn’t look, but placed it in his Storage Pouch, relying on the bell’s own refining ability to continuously refine him for ten days to half a month or even longer, allowing this person’s dying struggle to die in the womb!

Wang Lin’s move was truly ruthless!

He stood up. The Thunder Frog had long since been put away by him, transformed into a bronze ring on his wrist. He pondered for a moment, about to meticulously search this Immortal Realm fragment, but at that moment, Wang Lin’s expression changed. He immediately spread out the Restriction Banner for protection, sat cross-legged, patted his Storage Pouch, and took out a few Medicinal Pills to swallow.

The spiritual power within his body was frantically absorbed by the bronze ring at an extremely fast speed. After a long while, it finally stopped. Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes, took a few more Medicinal Pills, and only then did he fully replenish his spiritual power.

“It started once every six days, and recently, it’s been once every four days. Although this Thunder Frog is useful, raising it consumes too much spiritual power. I need to pay attention in the future and infuse spiritual power in advance; otherwise, if this happens during a fight, it will be dangerous,” Wang Lin muttered.

He stood up and flew towards the palace complex. After searching it carefully again and finding nothing, Wang Lin started searching further away.

The Immortal Realm fragment he was in was not large, but certainly not small either, almost equivalent to the State of Zhao. A sweep of Divine Sense could basically cover it all, but the Immortal Realm Qi could not be detected by Divine Sense unless the distance was extremely close, otherwise it would be useless.

Wang Lin spent a month traversing this Immortal Realm fragment, finally surveying it. Besides the initial palace complex, there were no other structures here.

Potholes were visible everywhere on the ground, vaguely revealing the struggles of the Immortals during the great catastrophe of that year.

One day, Wang Lin arrived at another mountain peak within this Immortal Realm fragment, besides the Mother-Child Peak. Although this peak was very tall, its shape was somewhat peculiar. To be precise, it looked like a large lock!

This mountain peak was still relatively well-preserved, but all the trees on it had completely withered and died. When Wang Lin touched them with his hand, the tree trunks immediately turned into ash.

Looking at the many withered tree trunks on the mountain peak, Wang Lin smiled bitterly. How wonderful it would be if these trees had not withered. Each of these trees was equivalent to a thousand-year-old tree, and some had even existed for over ten thousand years.

Wang Lin was confident that if these woods were used to make wood carvings, the power of the carvings could be enhanced several times. Unfortunately… Wang Lin felt quite unwilling. He searched everywhere, and after examining all the trees on the entire mountain peak, he sighed helplessly.

At the summit of this mountain, Wang Lin discovered an Immortal Cave. The gate of this Immortal Cave was shattered, and its interior was covered in dust. This place was not hidden, and Wang Lin did not expect to find an Immortal Cave here that no one had ever visited before.

The Immortal Cave was not large, with only seven or eight stone chambers. Wang Lin inspected it and found it empty. It must have been plundered clean by someone countless years ago.

Before entering this Immortal Cave, Wang Lin had already prepared himself mentally, so although he found nothing, it did not affect his mood. His purpose in coming here was to see if there were any damaged Restrictions remaining within the Immortal Cave.

He wanted to see what an Immortal’s Restriction looked like. If he could comprehend some, it would greatly help him reach the nine hundred ninety-nine group completion Realm of the Restriction Banner.

As he carefully examined it, he found that almost all the Restrictions had dissipated into the heavens and earth, but it was not absolute. Outside one stone chamber, Wang Lin was pleasantly surprised to discover a trace of a Restriction remaining.

This Restriction was probably not very strong, only serving to block footsteps and seal the door. Although it had already been broken by someone, there was still a trace of its aura left at the edge of the stone wall. Wang Lin’s eyes flickered as he began to study it.

An Immortal’s Restriction was somewhat similar to the ancient Restrictions Wang Lin mastered, but its internal structure was different. In reality, a Restriction was a Formation, but it was more flexible than a Formation.

Three days later, Wang Lin left the Immortal Cave, that trace of Restriction already etched in his mind.

Descending the mountain peak, Wang Lin was about to leave when his expression suddenly changed. All the trees on this mountain peak, which he had individually examined earlier, had turned into flying ash and dissipated.

But now, all this flying ash was floating in mid-air, as if guided by some magical force, slowly moving.

Wang Lin remained calm, slowly rising into the air. From mid-air, he looked down and his eyes immediately narrowed.

From his position, looking down, he saw that the flying ash actually formed two characters!

“Save me,” Wang Lin frowned.

The flying ash slowly dissipated at this time. Wang Lin immediately noticed that when viewed from above, the mountain peak looked even more like a lock, and the Immortal Cave was the keyhole.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment and did not continue to investigate. This place was quite strange, and he was unwilling to delve into its secrets.

Most importantly, Wang Lin believed that he was certainly not the first person to notice the abnormality of this mountain peak. So why had this mountain peak remained for countless years? Thinking of this, Wang Lin was even more unwilling to investigate. He slowly retreated, leaving the area far behind.

Even if an Immortal was locked here, Wang Lin would not be greedy at the risk of his own life.

These days, Wang Lin had already searched the Immortal Realm fragment he was in and found no more Immortal Realm Qi. Therefore, Wang Lin decided to leave this place and check other fragments.

Before leaving, Wang Lin infused spiritual power into the Beast-Taming Ring in advance. Then, he went to the spot where the green-robed Cultivator had teleported. He was silent for a moment, then took out the bell.

According to Wang Lin’s previous understanding, the way to leave the Immortal Realm fragment was to continuously ascend until breaking through the sky’s barrier, after which one would reappear at the Vortex within the original Immortal Realm Gate, and upon re-entering, would randomly land on another fragment.

However, the method by which this green-robed Cultivator appeared here was extremely strange; he actually appeared via a Teleportation Formation. This gave Wang Lin a bold conjecture.

Some ancient Schools, having entered the Immortal Realm Gate multiple times, had constructed some Teleportation Formations inside, allowing their Disciples to teleport between the Immortal Realm fragments that their School had explored.

Wang Lin’s eyes flashed. He threw the bell forward in his hand, then struck a few more Hand Seals on it, refining it again. Two days later, Wang Lin calculated the time, believing that even if the Soul Transformation Cultivator had a dying struggle, he should have been almost completely refined.

Thinking of this, he flipped his right hand, and the bell immediately enlarged. Then, with a bang, a seven-colored Qi emanated from its bottom, and it slowly opened.

Inside, only a Storage Pouch and a treasured sword remained. However, the moment it opened, the treasured sword hummed, and a Sword Qi, only as thick as an arm, shot out with a roar.

Wang Lin sneered, and with a single point, the Sword Qi dissipated. A reluctant cry came from within, and a surge of Primordial Spirit power vanished completely.

It turned out that before his death, the green-robed Cultivator had hidden his Primordial Spirit within the sword, preparing for a dying counterattack. But as time passed and the refinement continued, his Primordial Spirit gradually could not bear it. This dying counterattack was, unbeknownst to him, easily stillborn in the womb by Wang Lin!

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I’ve had two consecutive days of explosive updates, one day 9,000 words, one day 11,000 words. Now I’m a bit unable to explode anymore. Let me rest for a few days, then I’ll explode again, okay?