Chapter 728: Famous Throughout Luotian, Demonic Lotus

The Thunder Immortal Realm was far vaster than the Rain Immortal Realm in the Alliance Star Domain. To be precise, the Thunder Immortal Realm was preserved more completely. On the edge of a continent formed from one of its shattered fragments, there stood a mountain peak that constantly emitted lightning.

Streaks of lightning, like silver serpents, continuously roamed this mountain peak, stirring the hearts and minds of those who gazed upon them.

The sky was dim, and from time to time, thunderbolts would descend, merging into the mountain, as if connected to it. The rumbling sounds of thunder continuously echoed through the heavens and earth, lingering for a long time.

In the middle section of this mountain peak, there was an Immortal Cave, where Wang Lin sat cross-legged, recuperating and meditating.

The Immortal Guard Puppet also breathed in and out at the entrance, making a slight recovery.

On this day, Wang Lin opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing within them. Before him, more than ten fragments of varying sizes and shapes slowly floated up, as if supported by an invisible large hand.

Wang Lin pondered. He had never seen what the source artifact of the Thunder Immortal Realm looked like, but he speculated that there was a seventy percent chance these fragments were caused by the shattering of the source artifact.

Wang Lin raised his hands, took one of the fragments, examined it carefully for a few moments, then put it down and picked up another. In this way, he memorized each fragment, and gradually, he closed his eyes.

In Wang Lin's mind, a rapid deduction began, similar to deducing a Restriction, searching for the most correct combination.

Time slowly passed. An hour later, Wang Lin opened his eyes, frowning as he looked at the fragments before him.

"These fragments cannot form a complete Magic Treasure; some pieces are missing." After a moment of silence, Wang Lin waved his right hand. The fragments before him were enveloped by immortal power and immediately began to move, intertwining and connecting. In an instant, they formed the shape of a kettle.

Between each fragment, there were scar-like Rifts, giving it a sense of incomplete beauty. Furthermore, several pieces were missing from one side of the kettle, preventing it from being whole.

After observing for a long time, Wang Lin clapped his right hand in the Void Realm, and the fragments detached, all being put into his Storage Pouch.

"Why didn't Xu Fenghan, as an Yin Void Cultivator, have a Storage Pouch on him…?" Wang Lin was quite puzzled by this question after killing Xu Fenghan.

After Xu Fenghan died, his Physical Body dissipated. Wang Lin's Divine Sense swept over, and he immediately knew that the other party had no Storage Pouch on him.

This phenomenon could only be called an anomaly.

"This person's cultivation is profound. Coming to this Thunder Immortal Realm, even if he didn't prepare Magic Treasures, he would have some Medicinal Pills. Moreover, if he gained anything in this Thunder Immortal Realm, he couldn't just carry it with his bare hands…" Wang Lin's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, completely at a loss.

"There must be some reason here that I don't know, or perhaps, his method of storage is unknown to outsiders!" Wang Lin's eyes suddenly flashed. He thought of the Demonic Lotus within the Dao Transformation Yellow Springs!

"Could it be…?" Wang Lin's eyes gleamed. With a thought, the Yellow Springs materialized around his body. This Yellow Springs, formed from his Dao Concept, could be large or small. Now, shrunken and encircling him, Wang Lin clapped his right hand in the Void Realm. Immediately, a large amount of resentment Qi surged from the Yellow Springs, bringing forth Xu Fenghan's Demonic Lotus.

With piercing eyes, Wang Lin stared at the Demonic Lotus. This item could not leave the Yellow Springs for too long, otherwise, it would dissipate. Only within the Yellow Springs would its dissipation slow down.

At this moment, all the Demonic Flames on it had long been extinguished, leaving only the dull, lusterless lotus flower and its pedestal. Wang Lin formed Hand Seals with his right hand and swept them across his eyes, his immortal power gently condensing within his eyes.

He looked with one eye!

Within this Demonic Lotus, there seemed to be a mass of turbid Qi. This Qi was not inanimate; it slowly rotated. When Wang Lin looked at it, the speed of its rotation immediately accelerated, and vaguely, roars seemed to emanate from within, actually attempting to extend out along Wang Lin's gaze in a peculiar way.

A cold glint flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. With a cold snort, his gaze not only did not retract but instead gave that strange Qi an opportunity. This Qi instantly extended out, and a black Qi diffused, forming the shape of a Devil Head, and swallowed towards Wang Lin.

The moment the demonic creature swallowed, its body immediately trembled, as if it had discovered something incredible. It shrieked and immediately turned to return to the Demonic Lotus.

But it was too late!

Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit rushed out from his heavenly spirit, carrying dense lightning, and directly pursued it, grabbing the demonic creature formed from black smoke. Amidst the anxious shrieks of this demonic creature, it was forcefully dragged back into Wang Lin's Physical Body by his Primordial Spirit.

"I cannot refine a Loose Devil, but a mere small demon is nothing in my eyes!" Wang Lin's eyes were calm. The wails of the demonic creature within his Primordial Spirit grew weaker and weaker, eventually disappearing completely, devoured by his Primordial Spirit.

This ability to devour was not possessed by ordinary Cultivators; it was often created by Divine Abilities of certain Cultivation Techniques in the Demonic Path. As for Wang Lin, it was because of his past identity as a Soul Devourer that he could do this.

After devouring that demonic soul, a black light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. Vaguely, it seemed to contain a trace of Devilish Qi, but in an instant, a flash of lightning appeared in his eyes, and this Devilish Qi was immediately dispelled, restoring Wang Lin to normal.

He licked his lips. At this moment, he could clearly feel that the primordial power within his Primordial Spirit had not only fully recovered but had actually improved slightly, as if the primordial power had been compressed.

The Demonic Lotus within the Yellow Springs, having lost this black Qi, was no longer turbid. Wang Lin looked and immediately saw that within the Demonic Lotus, there was another space, where four crystal-clear light orbs floated, emitting brilliant light. However, they were not stable and showed signs of collapsing, as if they could collapse at any moment.

Just as Wang Lin looked, one light orb collapsed with a bang and dissipated.

Seeing that the other light orbs were also about to collapse, Wang Lin, without hesitation, quickly reached in with his right hand and grabbed two light orbs. When he tried to grab the third, that light orb disintegrated.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered as he withdrew his right hand. Two light orbs floated on his palm. After leaving the Demonic Lotus, their signs of collapse stopped. Wang Lin swept them with his Divine Sense, and his expression immediately changed.

"What a wondrous Divine Ability Spell, using an object formed by a Dao Concept as a Storage Pouch!" Wang Lin took a deep breath. He understood why Xu Fenghan had no Storage Pouch on him.

"To form a space with a Dao Concept and place some precious items inside, this can provide the greatest degree of protection. This Divine Ability is very practical."

At this moment, the Demonic Lotus, having lost its light orbs and black Qi, withered and rapidly transformed, as if thousands of years had passed in an instant, becoming dry, shattered leaves, and finally dissipating.

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze, and with a squeeze of his right hand, he crushed one light orb. Immediately, a medicinal bottle appeared from within. This medicinal bottle still had a wax seal, clearly never opened, and the character "Xu" was elegantly carved on the bottle.

Crushing the wax seal, a gust of Immortal Qi rushed forth, and smelling it immediately made one feel comfortable in body and mind. Inside the medicinal bottle, there was only one Medicinal Pill. Its specific medicinal effect was unclear, but at a glance, this pill was definitely extraordinary.

After observing for a long time, Wang Lin put away the Medicinal Pill and crushed the other light orb. Amidst the flashing crystal light, a paper talisman floated down. This paper talisman looked quite ordinary, with nothing remarkable about it.

On it, a simple rune was drawn with cinnabar.

"What is this…?" Wang Lin was startled. He picked up the paper talisman and examined it carefully for a long time. This item was no different from the runes used by some low-level Cultivators he had seen in his early days of cultivation; it was almost identical.

"This item, being placed in a Dao Concept by Xu Fenghan, is definitely not ordinary!" Wang Lin's gaze was solemn. He looked for a long time but still couldn't discern any clues.

After a moment of silence, he put away the paper talisman and stopped thinking about it. Instead, he moved, stepping directly out of the Immortal Cave. The Immortal Guard Puppet transformed into a phantom and merged into Wang Lin's shadow behind him.

In front of Thunder Mountain, as far as the eye could see, was the edge of the shattered continent of the Thunder Immortal Realm beneath his feet. Beyond the edge was a expanse of lightning, brownish in color, like rusty iron chains, extending into the distant, pitch-black darkness.

"Within the Rain Immortal Realm, there are Teleportation Formations, but in this Thunder Immortal Realm, due to the overly dense lightning power, Teleportation Formations cannot be set up. Everything must rely on one's own feet." Wang Lin pondered for a moment, not rushing to leave this continent. Instead, he flew at low altitude, carefully spreading his Divine Sense to search for places with immortal power fluctuations.

While flying, Wang Lin's expression suddenly stirred. He saw two streaks of sword light whistling towards him from ahead. On these sword lights were a man and a woman, respectively.

The man was wearing a dark blue long gown, his long hair tied with a light blue ribbon. He looked to be around thirty years old, with sharp eyes and an extraordinary appearance. The woman beside him looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a delicate appearance, but her Phoenix eyes held a hint of fierceness, making her seem somewhat ill-tempered.

As they flew, they immediately saw Wang Lin, and their figures paused involuntarily. Their Divine Sense cautiously swept over. Upon discovering that Wang Lin was a Soul Transformation Great Perfection Cultivator, they slightly relaxed, exchanged glances, and without a word, left from a distance.

While they were probing Wang Lin's cultivation, Wang Lin also clearly saw their cultivation. Both of them were at Soul Transformation Great Perfection and had not yet Broken through.

The primordial power within their Primordial Spirits was not abundant, unlike his, which had already reached saturation.

The two had no intention of causing trouble and quickly left. Wang Lin glanced at them, then withdrew his gaze and continued to sweep his Divine Sense across the land.

The Thunder Immortal Realm had opened many times. The later it was, the fewer gains one would find here. However, similarly, once a gain was made, there was a high probability that it would be a top-grade item.

Wang Lin had experience in the Rain Immortal Realm, so searching now was quite familiar. A month passed in a flash. Along the way, Wang Lin did not encounter too many Cultivators, only three to five people.

Among them, he no longer found any Yin Void Cultivators; the vast majority were at Soul Transformation, and there was even one at the Nascent Soul Transformation stage.

In one month, Wang Lin searched this continent once but found no clues. After pondering, he turned and stopped searching, instead increasing his speed and heading straight back the way he came.

On this day, as Wang Lin was flying, his gaze suddenly narrowed. On the distant ground, a Formation Restriction had appeared at some unknown time.

Although this Restriction was concealed, in the eyes of Wang Lin, a Great Master of Restrictions, it was clear. He clearly remembered that when he passed through here before, he had not seen this Restriction.

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