Wang Lin’s frigid gaze swept across the cultivators who had retreated dozens of paces. Within each of them, emotions churned violently. With but a thought, he could ignite the illusory fires within their souls, inflicting grievous wounds.

However, within this ancient tomb, peril lurked at every turn. Until he had deciphered the secrets of this place, Wang Lin had no intention of slaughtering all within. He sought to establish his dominance, and among these cultivators were a few whose cultivations were unfathomable. To drive them to desperation and unite against him within the tomb would bring him naught but ill fortune.

He rarely indulged in pointless bloodshed.

His eyes gleamed with a ghastly light, especially his left eye, where the nine-colored illusory fire swirled. His white hair danced around him, imbuing him with an aura of dark sorcery. As his gaze passed over them, those who met his eyes felt their minds quake and their faces pale.

“Did you not say that if Wang were to slay more than ten of the beasts here, you would turn against me, to destroy my soul and refine my spirit?” Wang Lin raised his right hand, pointing at a portly cultivator adorned in the robes of a wealthy merchant, clutching an abacus.

The merchant trembled, the fat of his face quivering along. A bitter smile crept across his lips as he cursed his fate. How was he to know this man was a master of illusory fire? The prospect of refining the soul of one who wielded such power was ludicrous.

More likely, his own flesh would be consumed by the flames before he could even attempt the ritual.

Wang Lin’s eyes grew colder, a hint of murderous intent flickering within.

Sweat beaded on the merchant’s brow, his heart pounding like a drum. He felt a fire slowly kindling within him. His mouth dry, he hastily produced a scale the size of his palm from within his robes. Offering it with a forced smile, he said, “This humble one did indeed speak those words. I beg your forgiveness, esteemed Daoist. This item was obtained from this very ancient platform. I implore you to accept it as recompense for my rashness.”

Wang Lin snatched the scale from the air, examining it briefly before pocketing it. He turned his gaze from the corpulent merchant, fixing it upon another.

“You dared declare that if Wang slew another beast, death would befall him. I grant you your wish!” Wang Lin’s voice was icy as he spoke.

The merchant, relieved to be no longer the target of Wang Lin’s ire, breathed a sigh of relief. But the black-clad cultivator who had uttered those words tensed. His eyes were perpetually closed, as if blind. He stood in silence, his face a mask of shifting emotions.

After a long moment, the black-clad cultivator offered a cupped-fist salute. With a flick of his wrist, a black flying sword shot towards Wang Lin. A miasma of demonic energy clung to the blade.

“I was rash. Please, Daoist, do not take offense,” the black-clad cultivator muttered.

Wang Lin caught the sword, studying the black-clad cultivator intently. He sensed something peculiar about him. Though emotions stirred within him, they were not readily apparent. Yet, between his brows, a strange force, like a seal, held sway. It seemed that should he open his eyes, that seal would shatter.

“And you, you demanded I leave this place? Or did you say that my corpse would be the only thing leaving?” Wang Lin would not normally stoop to such petty taunts, but he intended to make a statement. Should anyone dare challenge him, he would not hesitate to kill them.

The purple-robed man, whose form seemed to flicker with the illusion of a monstrous fish, was ashen-faced, his back soaked with sweat. He offered a bitter smile, clasping his hands repeatedly without uttering a word. He produced a gourd-shaped treasure he had found on the ancient platform and presented it with reverence.

“To pay for a single ill-chosen word with my first great treasure… Alas,” the purple-robed man lamented inwardly, filled with regret.

“And you, with your grand pronouncements. I was disobedient, so you would kill me, eh?” Wang Lin turned his sharp gaze upon the green-robed crone. Among them all, her abilities were the most unsettling. He could not decipher their true nature.

More importantly, he detected no emotional fluctuations within her. It was as if all her feelings were buried deep, hidden from the world.

The green-robed crone regarded Wang Lin, a strange light flickering in her eyes. As she hesitated, Wang Lin abruptly surged forward, his speed astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he stood before the green-robed crone.

Her face darkened as she retreated several steps, weaving hand seals. Immediately, the power of the heavens and earth surged from within her, twisting and distorting the space around her.

Wang Lin closed the distance in an instant, plunging into the distorted space. His expression remained calm as he struck out with his right hand. A deafening roar erupted, echoing in all directions.

In the span of a few breaths, the earth shook with the force of Wang Lin and the crone’s clash of elemental energies. The din grew ever more intense, and a chaotic storm of raw power formed around them, sweeping outwards.

The others retreated, for it was all happening too fast. In the blink of an eye, the crone coughed up blood, her face pale and contorted, as she staggered backwards. As she fell back, Wang Lin emerged from the tempest of power, his white robes gleaming. Forming a sword with his fingers, he thrust it forward.

A finger of years, within Wang Lin’s heart, the desolate stone gate of the Wind Immortal Realm manifested in his mind, as if along with a finger that roared and moved the heavens and earth, causing this sealed land to suddenly diffuse a vicissitudes of life, integrate into this finger, go straight to the old woman. The crone’s face changed drastically. Although she had overestimated Wang Lin, she never thought that the other party was not only an illusory fire cultivator, but also possessed a cultivation base of no less than the fifth decline of heaven and man, and even the magical power was extremely amazing. At a critical moment, she could no longer hide her magical power. Suddenly stopped retreating, and under the seal of both hands, she pointed to the sun on both ears, and spewed out a burst of pink mist.

As the pink mist emerged, a strange fragrance spread, and Wang Lin’s eyes suddenly blurred, as if a series of illusions appeared, and the old woman’s body became blurred. Behind her, a series of phantoms appeared.

Each phantom was of someone Wang Lin knew intimately. Not only Wang Lin, but the cultivators watching from all around had a fleeting moment of confusion in their eyes. To them, the crone appeared as their dearest kin. Wang Lin, it seemed, was about to slay their own loved ones. A wave of fury ignited within them.

“She is of the Feng Huan, one of the three great strange clans of antiquity…” the Feng Mie woman muttered, her eyes narrowing in surprise.

All this happened in an instant. Seeing the surrounding cultivators faintly showing signs of being bewitched, Wang Lin’s finger of years collided with the pink mist.

The sound of explosions echoed violently throughout the sealed land. The pink mist rapidly receded, unable to resist Wang Lin’s finger. Like a storm, it was instantly swept away and vanished into the years, causing this finger to point at the crone’s eyebrows.

The crone’s body trembled, and she flew backwards, spewing blood. The emotions hidden within her collapsed under this finger, unable to be hidden. Immediately turned into a piece of illusory fire, burning fiercely. The mark that originally existed between her eyebrows was immediately destroyed, replaced by a totem flame that faintly resembled the back of a woman. Screams suddenly arose and the confusion in the eyes of the surrounding monks immediately disappeared, and in a flash, horror appeared. “Illusionary Seal Technique!!” “This old woman is from the Illusionary Seal Clan” “The Illusionary Seal Clan, one of the Three Strange Clans!”

Wang Lin’s body stopped in mid-air. His attack, in addition to killing, was also more important because the old woman’s magical power was strange. He wanted to see the clues, and he had already gotten the answer, but he had other thoughts and gave up the killing.

The illusory fire outside the old woman’s body dissipated rapidly with Wang Lin’s heart, shrinking back into the old woman’s body, turning into a fire seed, becoming an existence comparable to a ban.

Without the burning of the illusory fire, the old woman’s face was pale, and her eyes looking at Wang Lin showed deep fear and fear. In silence, she took out the treasure obtained from the ancient tomb and handed it to Wang Lin without hesitation.

The remaining monks, one by one, trembling in their hearts, took out their treasures and handed them out quickly to offset their disrespectful words. Even the girl from the Feng Mie Clan trembled with fear and timidly handed over the treasure.

Only the white-clothed woman with hair reaching her hips took a deep look at Wang Lin, then smiled and revealed a smile. Her body swayed, and the platform she was on slowly lifted up and went straight to the sky.

“There should be strange treasures in this sealed place. Since you are interested, I will leave. I think we will still meet in this ancient tomb…” The woman’s calm voice floated by. Her figure, along with the broken stone platform, gradually drifted away, disappearing into the sky from a torn crack.

Wang Lin’s eyes narrowed, but he did not speak.

A battle seemed to have ended here. Everyone’s eyes could not help but fall on the ground. The ancient god, ancient demon, and ancient demon were beautiful, and the ancient god was carrying a thousand-foot broken stone platform on his back. Red mist lingered inside, and clouds rolled, as if something extremely powerful was sealed. Wang Lin’s eyes also looked at the ancient god on the ground, but at this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly looked up at the horizon.

The heavens and earth suddenly roared. Almost all the monks here could see the dramatic changes in the surroundings. I saw that a distortion suddenly appeared in the sky, and nine huge platforms could be seen faintly, roaring and coming here. There are people here too! Well, you and others hand over the treasures obtained from the ancient tomb platform and wait by the side!” This voice was full of gloom, and there was an aura of majestic pressure that permeated and descended suddenly. The distorted cracks in the sky around this sealed place seemed to be torn apart. The nine platforms did not make any sound, broke through the tears, and appeared in the sky above this sealed place.