Wang Lin’s gaze was stern, fixed upon the mists ahead. They surged forth suddenly, then slowly dissipated, leaving the girl’s form vanished, carried away by the ethereal tide to some unknown fate.

“Intriguing…” Wang Lin murmured, glancing at the numerical sigil he’d taken from the brow of the sealing-tribe maiden. He set it aside, letting the gravestone platform hurtle onward. After a time, he drew forth a fragment of an ancient demon soul, crushing it to unleash its power. He merged this demonic essence with his own ancient god strength, and then extracted whispers of ancient demon spirit from his gourd. The three converged, swirling into a perfect union. Without hesitation, Wang Lin slammed his right hand against his brow.

A resounding boom echoed. Wang Lin’s body shuddered violently, vital energy surging through his meridians. His face paled, yet his eyes gleamed with an inner light. Within his brow, the swirling aura of the three ancient races formed a vortex, sending waves of agony through his skull, as though a piercing awl were driving into his flesh.

After an age, the torment subsided. There, upon Wang Lin’s brow, gleamed a numerical sigil!

The instant the sigil manifested, the surrounding mists erupted in turmoil, a roar echoing from their depths as they rushed inward, as if to devour Wang Lin and his six-thousand-foot gravestone platform.

It was as if Wang Lin’s actions had disrupted the very fabric of the ancient tomb, threatening its immutable laws! He was to be erased and spirited away, like the sealing-tribe girl before him!

As the furious tempest descended, Wang Lin didn’t hesitate. He scraped his brow with fierce resolve, tearing away the newly formed rune with raw strength.

With the sigil gone, his face grew even paler, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He lifted his gaze, fixing the swirling mists with an unwavering stare, preparing to meet their wrath.

But then, a strange thing occurred. As the mark vanished from Wang Lin’s brow, the mists began to calm, receding slowly.

After an age of silence, Wang Lin’s laughter echoed within the dissipating fog. He looked at the numerical sigil in his hand, his mind ablaze with newfound certainty!

Within this ancient tomb, he realized, it was his very nature as an Ancient God that left his brow unmarred. Yet, that mark could indeed be born, forged from the intertwined essence of the three ancient races!

And it was for this very reason that he would not be consumed by the tomb after removing the sigil, as the sealing-tribe girl had been. For he was never meant to bear such a mark!

“This sigil is but a seal, granted by this tomb to all those not of the ancient three, allowing them to briefly exist within these hallowed halls!”

“This is a graveyard of the ancients, where only the ancient three may tread. Outsiders may only enter if they bear this mark! And should they lose it, the tomb will erase them from existence!”

“The three ancient races do not bear the mark, but their gravestone platforms are key, and so the descendants of the three races were meant to slaughter outsiders here, and take their marks…These outsiders are not test subjects of this trial. They *are* a part of the trial! Only I, am the true test subject. If Tuo Sen were to arrive, he too would be such a test subject!”

“Though Tuo Sen is excessively arrogant, with his confusion, it is unlike he will arrive to this conclusion…” Wang Lin looked at the mark in his hand, setting it upon the gravestone platform. It fused into the surface, becoming one with the platform itself.

“To kill and take marks is not the only path, and I cannot compare to the ancient monsters, for I do not have the time. But I have another method!”

A smile touched Wang Lin’s lips. Again, he wove the essences of the three races into a strange, vitalizing power. He pressed it against his brow without hesitation, and, as the mark reappeared, he tore it away at once!

One, two, ten, thirty… In the blink of an eye, almost a hundred numerical sigils were born from Wang Lin’s flesh, and he merged them into the platform beneath his feet.

His surroundings roiled in reaction to this frenzied activity, the mists swirling with increased ferocity, roaring with greater intensity. But Wang Lin’s timing was precise, never allowing the mists to overwhelm him.

Slowly, defying the very laws of the ancient tomb, Wang Lin conjured hundreds of numerical sigils within mere hours, merging them all into his gravestone platform.

The platform, already expanded beyond its initial sixth rank by absorbing the symbols of the Wolf-Clan Giant, roared as it drew on this sudden influx of energy. It swelled until it reached the threshold of the seventh rank!

With a thunderous boom, the platform beneath Wang Lin expanded wildly. Dust from the surrounding mists rushed inward, drawn from every direction, causing the six-thousand-foot platform to expand further.

Six thousand three hundred feet, six thousand seven hundred… Until it reached seven thousand feet!

A seventh-rank gravestone platform!

Seven thousand feet in length, the platform was a sight to behold, a small continent floating amidst the mists. As it appeared, the surrounding mists recoiled, driven back by an unseen force.

Golden light erupted from the platform, shining like a sun, forcing the mists into retreat. Those that were too slow were touched by the light, vanishing as if they had been evaporated.

Within Wang Lin’s mind, the map unfolded once more! But it was not the map that captivated him. It was the sound echoing through his soul, the voice that had returned for the third time!

“…The underworld as the soul, this Taoist’s life killed three Celestial Exalts. I imprisioned their souls in the underworld, wishing to refine them into avatars. Descendants may take them… However, these three souls are incredibly strong, and should only be released if one has complete control…”

“These three souls, while they lived, were all very famous…”

The voice faded, and Wang Lin steeled himself, for he finally understood the underworld that was mentioned the first time he heard the voice! As for the human sword within the human region, Wang Lin had come up with a guess.

Just as Wang Lin’s gravestone platform became seventh rank, within the eighth map, that demon lord who sat in a meditative position upon his newly formed seventh-rank platform suddenly opened his eyes, then turned back.

“Just who is this person! To reach the seventh-rank! Including me, one who started the gravestone platform, previously faded away and was absorbed by this person to reach the sixth-rank, yet in such a short amount of time, the gravestone platform was able to increase ranks. Heart…” The demon lord’s expression was gloomy as he pondered.

“I was able to kill and take seals to create my gravestone platform, it seems that this person did the same… Seventh-rank… I haven’t taken a look at it yet. My gravestone platform will become eighth-rank, so I want to see who amongst us will reach it faster!” The demon lord’s expression changed as he meditated in his seat.

Likewise within this eighth map, the white-robed woman, her platform on the verge of becoming seventh-rank, knitted her brows together.

She also sensed that eerie occurence, yet could not come up with an answer.

“Who could it be… I had a special skill, and so I was able to absorb this ancient tomb’s wandering, unorganized seals to allow my gravestone platform to increase rank, how can this person cause their gravestone platform to increase two ranks within such a short time… Just who are they…” The white-robed woman massaged her brows and began to think deeply, but at that time, her platform exploded. It had absorbed enough seals to expand into the seventh-rank!

This event disturbed her thoughts.

Within the ninth map, the dimensional rifts were more numerous and tight, so Tuo Sen had to slow down his pace as he grinned.

“Damn ancient tomb, damn Dao Ancient. Creating such a dog-shit inheritance, it is so difficult to obtain, Dao Ancient, this God is one of your tribe, who else would I give this inheritance to…”

Behind Tuo Sen, the wonderful woman on the first-rank platform had a stern expression. She stopped showing her charm and stared back.

“Another instance of it increased rank… but it is still far from ninth-rank. We are within the ninth map, Tuo Sen’s senses will allow us to reach the target location faster than others… These three immortals within the underworld may not be able to be controlled by others, but I have some degree of control! And furthermore, Ye Mo did not tell the truth, within the underworld apart from those three immortals, there is also an item… even the old thing is very envious of that thing…” the woman’s eyes flashed a spark of greed.

Nobody could have guessed at how Wang Lin caused his gravestone platform to increase in rank so quickly, and he did not slow down. As soon as the gravestone platform became seventh-rank, he began creating seals.

These seals continued to merge into the seventh-rank platform, pushing it towards the eighth-rank.

Wang Lin’s technique was extremely proficient, with the wave of a hand, a seal appeared on the center of his brow, and in an instant the seal would come off and merge into the platform. As time passed, the seals on the platform reached a dangerous amount.

There were many demon souls within the soul-collecting bottle, and it could be consumed to create the seals. The god power within Wang Lin was able to regenerate, but his ancient demon essence was lacking. The demon essence in that gourd was running low.

Fortunately, within Wang Lin’s storage ring were many demon-attribute treasures that were obtained after entering this ancient tomb. He would break those treasures just to extract the ancient demon essence to create the seals.

With this, he barely kept up with the speed of creating the seals.

A few hours later, Wang Lin’s final ancient demon treasure shattered, and the demon essence within was extracted. When it merged, Wang Lin patted the center of his brow and it created a rune, that merged into the gravestone platform. This caused the platform to tremble, and golden light flashed as its size increased again!

The surrounding mist quickly backed away, and the entire Mist Sea was being churned. As Wang Lin’s platform expanded, it reached eight-thousand feet!

Eighth-rank platform. The first of its kind within the tomb!

As the platform reached the eighth-rank, the Mist Sea roiled violently. The surrounding mists rushed outwards like a tsunami. The sound rumbled across the entire ancient tomb, across every map.

And at that moment, the cultivators within this ancient tomb sensed the violent ripples of the mist around them!