The palm print offered no resistance, collapsing like withered wood!

Following the destruction of the palm, a roar erupted from the fissure, spilling into the void and striking the black-robed figure adrift among the stars!

**ROAR!**

“What… what is this?” The black-robed figure’s face, hidden within the cowl, contorted in shock. His body convulsed, and he coughed up blood. He stumbled backward, but after only three steps, his legs shattered, leaving behind naught but bone!

His black robes ripped open, ensnaring his form as he retreated with a shriek. The esteemed Palm Sovereign, the most enigmatic cultivator of the Ancient Starry Sky, the one who dared to use the “Moon in the Well” technique on Wang Lin, now fled in terror, a hunted cur scrambling for escape!

“The power of a roar, the power of a single roar! ” He was once cast billions of miles by a single roar within the Realm, cast out of the Realm itself. Now, he was driven back once more by the same force. In the blink of an eye, he was gone!

None but he knew if these two roars came from the same being.

The fissure in the Ancient Starry Sky contracted rapidly. Within its ancient tomb, the white-clad woman stood pale-faced, now near the opening. However, she was wounded by the reverberations of the roar. Despite her arcane methods to preserve her physical form, she had sustained injuries. Helplessly, she watched the fissure shrink, unable to escape in time!

“Help me once, and I shall return the favor!” In her moment of despair, Wang Lin’s divine sense echoed in her mind!

The white-clad woman recognized this divine sense, the very essence that had once mortified her. Yet, hearing his voice now brought an immediate change to her expression!

“It’s you!” As she spoke, the closing fissure paused.

Suppressing her shock, she knew this was not the time for questions. She surged towards the fissure, arriving in a blink, and stepped through. As she departed, she glanced back, her beautiful eyes lingering on the ancient tomb behind her. She could faintly sense the presence of Wang Lin’s divine sense.

A complex emotion flickered across her face. She recalled his invasive gaze from before, the feeling of being stripped bare, and blushed. Turning, she stepped through the fissure!

In the instant she was clear, the fissure vanished from the Ancient Starry Sky!

Before Wang Lin’s divine sense withdrew, he sealed the ancient tomb for countless millennia with the tomb’s own will!

“The Palm Sovereign did not perish from the roar… he surely knows this white-clad woman entered the tomb. If he discovers her escape, will he suspect something amiss…? If suspicion takes root… then my efforts will not have been in vain…”

Within the palace, seated upon the chair, Wang Lin’s divine sense returned to his body. Having fused with the will of the ancient tomb, he felt no further resistance as he sat.

His expression was calm as he gazed with piercing eyes towards the shattered illusionary net, beyond which Tosen was reeling from the force of the roar!

Tosen was a sorry sight, his flesh torn and bloody, revealing stark white bone. The remaining flesh writhed and pulsed, rapidly healing.

This was a rare opportunity. Tosen was grievously wounded!

Anyone else would have struck without hesitation, but Wang Lin did not. He was a God of the Ancients, and so was Tosen. Gods of the Ancients should possess dignity!

Were it not for the Seven Stars, Wang Lin would have attacked without a second thought. But now, he desired to fight a complete Tosen! Besides, he had another, even more significant reason to wait!

“Your Ancient God star points have shattered several times, though you restored them to eight stars with some unknown method. Still, you are not what you once were.” Wang Lin sat upon the chair, looking down. An aura of dominance emanated from his form and infused his voice, reaching the heart of Tosen.

Tosen remained silent, speeding up the healing of his flesh. Ever since his escape from Vermillion Bird Star, his cultivation had relied on Tu Si’s body, a royal eight-star Ancient God body that had existed for tens of thousands of years!

Seven stars spun in the space between Wang Lin’s brows, and a vortex of demonic energy brewed in his right eye, coalescing into a Demon Star. But his inheritance was incomplete due to the lack of Ancient Devil force. The Demon Star could not be fully formed.

Unless he possessed a complete Ancient Demon clone!

Such a clone might be impossible to find elsewhere, but within this ancient tomb, within this palace, it was within his grasp!

Amongst the petrified corpses of the three Ancient tribes, preserved from the earlier tremors, stood a towering, thousand-foot-tall Ancient Demon corpse, its ferocious features frozen in stone, drawing the eye amidst the multitude of bodies!

Wang Lin raised his right hand and seized the air. With a deafening rumble, the Ancient Demon corpse flew towards him and landed before him. He pressed his hand against it.

“Alas, there is no royal Ancient Heart here… this body possesses only a faint aura of a royal Ancient Demon…” Wang Lin’s right eye erupted with demonic energy that surged through his hand into the Ancient Demon corpse.

The Ancient Demon energy, sealed within Wang Lin’s body, was boundless. As it poured forth, the Ancient Demon’s petrified flesh became a bottomless void, constantly absorbing the demonic energy.

Wang Lin remained seated, the demonic energy flowing from his right hand like a raging river. His eyes were fixed on Tosen, who was rapidly healing behind the illusionary net.

Giving Tosen time was not merely a gesture of respect. More importantly, Wang Lin needed time himself. He could not rise from the chair to fight! Though the chair no longer repelled him, its lack of resistance also meant that the enthralling aura that once reddened his eyes was gone!

In the depths of his mind, Wang Lin had a realization. If he were to rise, even to sit back down, no further inheritance would manifest. This was a subtle understanding he gained through his fusion with the tomb’s will.

Therefore, he could not rise! The previous inheritance had merely elevated him to a seven-star Ancient God. Wang Lin was not satisfied!

He craved more! He wanted the repulsive force to return! Only then would the inheritance aura surge forth in exponentially greater measure from the pulsing heart on the third level!

There was only one way to make the repulsive force return!

Wang Lin’s eyes hardened with resolve. Though Tosen was waiting beyond the net, though the repulsive force was incredibly dangerous, he refused to yield. With a resolute flash in his eyes, he severed his connection with the tomb’s will!

The instant his divine sense was severed, the chair erupted once more with a deafening repulsive force. At the same time, the heart on the third level pulsed, sending torrents of inheritance aura crashing into the chair!

The strength of a seven-star Ancient God far surpassed that of a six-star. Wang Lin held his body still, resisting the backlash, and he did not seal the borrowed power, as he feared it might be taken back. Instead, he released everything and reversed his approach. Against the chair’s violent counter-force, he forcibly absorbed the inheritance aura that filled it!