As the celestial shard shattered, a strange and potent fragrance washed over the cavern, settling directly upon Wang Lin. He staggered, a force of unimaginable magnitude slamming into him, bones creaking and blood erupting from his lips. Terror etched itself onto his face as he stumbled backward. “Who is she?! Can it truly be the Flower Immortal of whom Floating Wind spoke?” He felt the hairs on his neck rise. He knew his ancient god flesh had saved him; a lesser mortal would have been obliterated by such a strike. Yet, searing pain radiated through his body, and the destruction of the celestial shard sent shivers down his spine.

Though fractured by the celestial arts of Sky Mist, the shard remained a formidable defense. Yet this woman, with a mere flick of her finger, had shattered it with uncanny ease. Wang Lin gasped, retreating with haste.

The white-robed woman glided forward, her icy gaze fixed upon him. Again, she raised a hand, a gentle tap in the air before her. A wave of dread crashed over Wang Lin. A piercing agony blossomed in his chest, as if invisible thorns sought to puncture his heart. He recoiled, instinctively unleashing the power of the ancient god from his brow. Snapping sounds echoed within his chest as roots, conjured to protect him, were severed by the unseen force.

The woman’s brow furrowed. “So, you possess some small measure of worth,” she said, her voice as cold as winter. “It explains your audacity in trespassing.” With a delicate gesture of her jade-like finger, she turned her attention elsewhere.

Floating Wind, attempting to flee, found himself instantly enveloped in blossoms, their intoxicating perfume overwhelming. His face drained of color as he was ringed by a sea of flowers. Desperate, he sank to the ground, heedless of the danger, and began to meditate, attempting to purge the venom from his veins.

The flowers closed in upon him, consuming him entirely. Soon, only a boundless garden remained, obscuring him from sight.

Dust Dao and his companions, along with Big Head, watched in horror. They attempted to retreat, but it was too late. Flowers bloomed around them, and one by one, they succumbed to the fragrant tide before they could even summon their powers.

Even the silver corpse was submerged, lost beneath the endless waves of scent.

Only Wang Lin remained, suspended in the air. The woman’s chilling gaze locked onto him, and once more, the sensation of being struck by an irresistible force returned. Emerald light flared in his right eye as a shield of azure energy materialized before him. A series of sharp cracks rang out as invisible petals struck the barrier, shattering into fragments and releasing an even more potent fragrance.

The white-robed woman’s frown deepened. She plucked a hairpin, carved with flowers, from her raven tresses. After a silent moment of contemplation, she tossed it forward. A piercing shriek, capable of shattering flesh and destroying the very soul, reverberated through the cavern. The hairpin vanished, blurring faster than the eye could follow, towards Wang Lin. He could only sense the unseen strikes against his defenses.

With each impact, the azure shield thrummed. He could not fathom her cultivation, but the dread he felt was akin to, perhaps even greater than, that invoked by the late Flame Thunder.

*Thump.* The woman raised her hand, forming an arcane seal. Softly, she spoke a word: “Flower Burial.”

Instantly, the cavern transformed into a world of blossoms. Everywhere the eye could see, countless flowers burst into bloom. As the word “burial” left her lips, the flowers reached their zenith. Then, their hearts withered, and petals began to fall like a mournful rain, filling the air. With a flick of her wrist, the woman sent the cascade hurtling towards Wang Lin, threatening to drown him in a floral avalanche.

Cornered and with no path of retreat, Wang Lin’s eyes gleamed with a cold light. He had not felt this close to utter obliteration in a long age. Instinctively, his hand formed a seal, and he cried out, pointing to the sky, “Call the Winds!”

A swirling vortex of dark wind erupted from the floral deluge, spiraling around his hand and rising towards the cavern ceiling. Transforming into four serpentine dragons of shadow, they roared through the flower sea, emanating a chilling aura.

Without pause, Wang Lin shifted his seal and bellowed, “Summon the Rain!”

As the black dragons howled, a deluge of rain poured down, the droplets gleaming like crystalline jewels. Essence poured into the cave, suffusing the rain.

The combined power of wind and rain synergized, amplifying each other. The wind infused the rain with its freezing essence, while the rain intensified the wind’s destructive force. The rain, as the winds whipped them, froze into a storm of ice, and with an outstretched hand, Wang Lin released the four dragons, and unleashed the storm, a blizzard of ice and shadow aimed at the white-robed woman. Now in dire straits, Wang Lin, eyes bloodshot, hands raised, called out again without the slightest bit of hesitation, “Scatter beans to create soldiers!” With this phrase, a black light flashed from his mouth, and the Eighteen Hells Seal of the Sealed Immortals was born.

The immortal seal glimmered with the light of eighteen layers, and with a flick of Wang Lin’s sleeve, a trail of war souls flew from within, spreading through the heavens and earth of the cave, and rushed towards the white-robed woman together with the wind and rain.

Especially since the beans scattered to become soldiers, under the endless souls, made the ocean of flowers around him churn. This was the first time Wang Lin had simultaneously displayed the three immortal arts of Bai Fan. The power was so strong that it was unparalleled. In the midst of the black wind, the petals were rolled back, the ice crystals fell rapidly, and there were constant bangs echoing.

In the end, the beans turned into soldiers and turned into countless war souls, among which the blood ancestor appeared ferociously and swept across, and the three supernatural powers merged into a storm that filled the sky.

*Boom boom!* The bursts of sounds were earth-shattering, under the fusion of Bai Fan’s three immortal arts, a gap was created in this sea of flowers, and the white-clothed woman was directly approached.

Wang Lin took a step forward, and his body crackled and his body suddenly changed from a normal size to hundreds of feet! The blue light shield also transformed accordingly, becoming tens of feet, howling and spinning outside Wang Lin’s body.

The aura of the royal ancient god was released without reservation at this moment. With a low roar, Wang Lin merged into the storm, clenched his right fist, and struck forward fiercely.

With this punch, a gust of wind suddenly rose, making the storm formed by the fusion of Pi’s three supernatural powers faster, breaking through everything in front of him and approaching the white-clothed woman.

In the storm, the four black dragons roared in a staggered manner, countless ice crystals spun rapidly, and more war souls were scattered and jumped! The white-clothed woman’s expression changed slightly, staring at Wang Lin’s majestic body, and whispered: “Ancient god…” She raised her right hand, and a strange light group transformed in the palm of her hand.

At the moment when this light group appeared, Wang Lin, who had transformed into an ancient god, once again felt a strong crisis rising. This sense of crisis was many times stronger than before. All of this was because of that light group! The white-clothed woman’s expression became even colder, and she waved the light group in her hand forward, and immediately the light group went straight to the storm, and instantly touched the storm directly.

No sound came out, but the scene in front of him shocked Wang Lin! At the moment when the light group touched the storm, it shattered immediately and collapsed suddenly. However, its collapse caused a strange change. The storm, originally formed by the fusion of three supernatural powers, seemed to degenerate after a shock, and quickly separated and turned into three supernatural powers again.

But immediately, these three supernatural powers degenerated again. Layer by layer, they disappeared in front of the woman in a moment! Even the war souls that appeared after the beans were scattered and became soldiers turned back one after another and returned to the Eighteen Hells.

All of this was completed in an instant. The strange change made Wang Lin’s expression change drastically. At this moment, his fist lost the storm and went straight to the white-clothed woman.

The white-clothed woman’s expression remained the same, her eyes were cold, and another ball of light appeared in her right hand, which she waved forward, and the ball of light went straight to Wang Lin.

“Source!” Wang Lin clearly felt that there was a trace of the power of the source contained in the light group, so that the three magical powers would lose their effect. If it touched his body, even the body of the ancient god might collapse! In this critical moment, Wang Lin’s third eye suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and at an extremely fast speed, at the moment when the light group approached, it suddenly emitted a dazzling red light and opened instantly! The power of the third eye is fully revealed! At the moment when the third eye opened, the red light spread out in a fan shape, directly covering the light group in front, and in the red light of the third eye, the power of the source stored was quickly scattered under the lingering strands.

This was the first time Wang Lin used the power of the source from the third eye to fight. At this moment, it seemed calm, but it was actually extremely dangerous! At the instant when the red light of Wang Lin’s third eye flashed, the white-clothed woman’s expression changed for the first time! The light group dissipated at an extremely fast speed under the red light, but at the same time as it dissipated, the not much power of the source in Wang Lin’s third eye also dissipated rapidly, as if they were canceling each other out.

This process was just a flash of lightning, but in Wang Lin’s feeling, it seemed like thousands of years. When the light ball completely disappeared, Wang Lin’s body suddenly retreated, the red light of the third eye between his eyebrows was dim, and all of them returned to his eyebrows.

The clothes on his back were already soaked with cold sweat. Wang Lin retreated, but the white-clothed woman did not pursue him, but looked solemn and said in a low voice: “Ancient god, Bai Fan’s immortal arts, the power of the source, who are you!”

Wang Lin was extremely afraid of this white-clothed woman, but he had to break into this cave and enter it! At this moment, Wang Lin couldn’t help but move when he heard this. He remembered the strange expression on the old man in green clothes when he saw the Body Immobilization Technique before! Wang Lin rarely gambled in his life, but now he had no choice but to gamble once! “If I fail, I can only escape to find the ancient demon Bello and let him break through this place! In short, I must enter this Yaoling Immortal Mansion!” Wang Lin gritted his teeth, raised his right hand and pointed forward, and the Body Immobilization Technique spread out instantly.

The moment she saw the Body Immobilizing Technique, the white-clothed woman’s expression immediately changed.

Wang Lin’s eyes flashed, and Xingxing patted his storage bag. Immediately, a fairy jade pagoda appeared in his hand. The pagoda shone with fluorescence, and Qing Ai, like a sleeping corpse, appeared between Wang Lin and the white-clothed woman! The white-clothed woman was immediately struck as if by thunder!