After doing all of this, Wang Lin's expression became even more serious. His eyes lit up as he stared at the formation on the sword sheath. His hand formed a seal and he spat out a strand of blue spiritual energy. The moment the blue spiritual energy touched the sword sheath, a blue flame appeared from the inside out.
Calling it a flame wasn't really accurate. Aside from having the shape of a flame, it didn't have the temperature of a flame. Instead, the moment the blue flame appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped and waves of cold air rushed toward the sword sheath.
Wang Lin didn't even blink as he carefully controlled the cold flame and began to refine it.
He was trying to imitate the fire of a Core Formation cultivator. Because there was no one to discuss this with, Wang Lin was very careful. He calculated for a long time and felt that his cold flame should be able to refine a weapon.
Time slowly passed. Three days later, Ye Zizai's figure flew across the sky like a meteor on the plains outside of Shiyin. He landed on the ground and disappeared without a trace.
When he reappeared, he was in his closed door training room in Shiyin. Ye Zizai's face was filled with uncertainty. Along the way, he was calculating the gains and losses of joining forces with the other three demonic sects.
100 years ago, in the foreign battleground's qualifying competition, the Demonic Dao Sect won, but this time, because of Punnan Zi's appearance and the Xuan Dao Sect's addition, the Righteous Dao Sect, added a lot of variables.
He frowned as he pointed at his forehead and muttered, "Do you have the confidence to kill that Punnan Zi?"
A hoarse voice came from Ye Zizai's body. "Although that junior is only at the mid stage of Nascent Soul, he has already reached the peak. If he is lucky, he can enter the late stage of Nascent Soul within 100 years and become a powerful cultivator in a rank 3 cultivation country. If the Old Man finished devouring him, he wouldn't be a threat, but now, it is hard to say."
Ye Zizai pondered. After a long time, he waved his hand and took out a piece of jade. This piece of jade was completely green and had tiny blood runes flashing on it.
"Foundation Establishment disciples from caves seventy-seven to ninety-nine, quickly gather at cave thirty-six."
After Ye Zizai finished speaking, he muttered to himself for a moment. He looked at Dumby, who had been sealed for several days in the corner of his seclusion area, and made a decision. He took out another jade slip, placed it on his forehead, and threw it out.
Mu Rong was meditating when he suddenly opened his eyes. A jade scroll flew out of his bag of holding. His expression changed. After he picked it up, his expression was uncertain. After a long time, he sighed and said to himself, "Luckily I broke through to the early stage of the foundational level three years ago and jumped from cave 87 to cave 72. Otherwise, my life would be over."
Suddenly, a wisp of green smoke silently appeared in front of him, turning into a jade slip.
Mu Rong was startled. He took it and scanned it with his divine sense. He immediately sneered and flew toward Wang Lin's training area.
Not long after, he arrived at Wang Lin's cave. Looking at the sealed entrance, Mu Rong placed his hand on it and sent out some spiritual force. After vibrating it a few times, he said loudly, "Ancestor, ancestor is summoning all foundational disciples to gather at cave 36. I will lead the way for you."
After a while, he didn't see any reaction from Wang Lin. He frowned. From the ancestor's message, he could tell that Wang Lin wasn't very likable. In addition, when the ancestor left, he ordered the foundational disciples to guard the tunnels. From this, it could be seen that Wang Lin was no different from a prisoner.
However, Mu Rong was very cunning and naturally wouldn't show it with words.
Just at this moment, the sealed entrance to the cave made a "ka ka" sound and slowly opened. Wang Lin walked out with a tired expression.
Mu Rong looked at Wang Lin and smiled. "Ancestor, what's wrong?"
Wang Lin didn't answer the question. Instead, he took out a dark blue jade slip and said, "I hope Brother Mu can lead the way to cave 36."
Mu Rong didn't mind. He nodded and walked in front.
A cold light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. He sneered inside and followed. Although he hadn't completely refined the scabbard these days, it had gone from three-fifths to four-fifths. The power of the flying sword had increased a lot.
They walked through cave after cave. After a while, the two of them arrived at a huge cave. There were 16 stone pillars inside and a blue fireball floated above each pillar.
Waves of ghostly light shone, making the place look gloomy.
There were 20 people standing neatly inside the cave. Behind each of them was a coffin. The coffins were all different but all gave off a strong aura.
After bringing Wang Lin here, Mu Rong looked at those people with a complicated expression. Without saying anything, he turned around and left.
Wang Lin frowned. He felt that something was wrong. The more he looked at them, the more confused he became. Most of them had just entered the Foundation Establishment stage. What was strange was that most of them had stiff expressions and didn't seem to have any intelligence.
As for mid stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, there wasn't a single one. However, there were three late stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.
These three people were clearly different from the others. It was like the difference between a dead person and a living person.
Wang Lin's pupils shrank. Just at this moment, the 16 fireballs suddenly dimmed and Ye Zizai's figure silently appeared in the air. The moment he appeared, Wang Lin noticed that most of the disciples had a fanatical look in their eyes.
Ye Zizai's gaze landed on Wang Lin and he calmly said, "The foreign battleground that happens once every 100 years is about to open. In order to obtain the right to enter, we need to compete with the righteous path. According to the rules, Core Formation and Nascent Soul cultivators are not allowed to participate. In a bit, you will be sent to the gathering point of the four sects. After you arrive, all of my actions will be led by Du Chen. Du Chen, come out."
A middle aged man wearing black slowly walked out from the group. Wang Lin looked at him and saw that this middle aged man was one of the three late stage Foundation Establishment cultivators. He had already entered the False Core Realm.
"This is the token to enter the Extraterrestrial Battlefield. Take it well. Remember, the fundamental goal of this competition is to steal the other party's token. Also, be careful of the other three Demonic Path sects. As long as you kill five people, you can obtain the freedom of your soul."
After Ye Zizai finished speaking, he threw the token to the middle aged man and took out three pieces of jade. His eyes were cold as he stared at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's expression was normal as he stared at Ye Zizai without saying a word.
Ye Zizai's tone was calm as he said, "Everyone's soul is in this jade. The only one missing is you."
Without saying anything, Wang Lin bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a bit of blood. He placed his right hand on his forehead and a yellow light shined. The blood he spat out condensed into a golden bead.
This secret technique to extract a bit of one's soul was recorded in detail in the dark blue jade slip that Ye Zizai had given him.
Wang Lin pointed at the golden bead of blood. The bead of blood turned into a golden rainbow and shot into the jade slip in Ye Zizai's hand.
Ye Zizai was startled. He deeply looked at Wang Lin. He didn't think that Wang Lin would be so decisive. Originally, he was prepared to kill him if Wang Lin resisted. He had already made a decision in his heart to not use Wang Lin as a cultivation furnace or corpse puppet. After all, in his opinion, besides Wang Lin's pure cultivation method, his talent wasn't great. Out of all the cultivation furnaces and corpse puppets he had prepared, any one of them would be much better than Wang Lin.
Seeing that Wang Lin was being tactful, Ye Zizai glanced at Wang Lin and waved his sleeves. Suddenly, the cave shook and a large, round door appeared. The inside of the door was pitch black and emitted a suction force.
He threw the three pieces of jade containing everyone's souls toward Du Chen and two other people. Wang Lin's eyes lit up. The other two people were the remaining late stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Wang Lin's suspicions became even stronger. He silently remembered one of the late stage Foundation Establishment cultivators. The jade slip that sealed Wang Lin's soul was in his hands.
Ye Zizai lightly said, "Go in, I'll be waiting for your good news."
Du Chen respectfully nodded and stepped into the door. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.
Wang Lin's expression was normal, but he didn't hesitate. He followed the group into the door and disappeared from Shiyin.
After everyone left, a hoarse voice echoed in the cave.
"Ye Zizai, with these 20 puppets and that brat's flesh and blood, once the puppets absorb them, they will go crazy and instantly reach the pseudo Core Formation stage. The right to enter the foreign battleground will be secured for Shiyin."
Ye Zizai's tone was calm as he said, "The Yin energy in Wang Lin's body is extremely pure, so he must have some secrets. If I met him a few years ago, I might be interested in investigating him, but now I won't live for more than three months. When the foreign battleground opens, I'll be completely devoured, so none of this is important anymore. Since I've decided not to use him as a cultivation vessel, I'll use him as a puppet to increase the cultivation of the puppets.
Luo Sha, I want you to help Dumby reach the Core Formation stage. He will be my cultivation vessel. As for the corpse puppets, I hope you can help me choose one after the foreign battleground opens. In exchange, I'll go to the Withered Forest and help Lord Zi devour my junior apprentice brother Wu Yu. "
The hoarse voice laughed wildly for a while and agreed.
The Jue Ming Valley was located in the southern part of the country of Zhao. The valley was very big, and there were even some dense forests and flowing water.
As the location of the qualification competition that happened once every 100 years, this place was covered by fog all year round.
At this moment, a giant door suddenly appeared on the north side of the valley. One by one, cultivators with coffins floating behind them walked out.
After the last person walked out, the giant door turned into specks of light and slowly disappeared.
In that instant, the three remaining late Foundation Establishment Cultivators glanced at each other. Without a word, they crushed the soul jade slips in their hands.