Wang Lin looked up at the old man and said word by word, "Senior, don't worry.
"Don't worry, Senior. I'll leave once I'm done with the Divine Path technique. I probably won't be coming back again."
The red-faced old man looked at Wang Lin. After a long time, he flipped his right hand and a jade talisman appeared in his palm. He slapped the jade talisman on the stone wall and a white light immediately spread from the jade talisman to the entire stone wall. Then, a layer of crystal light appeared on the stone wall. The crystal light became denser and denser until the stone wall suddenly became like a mirror.
The old man didn't even look back. He stepped into the mirror and his whole body seemed to sink into the water. Ripples appeared on the stone wall.
Wang Lin hesitated for a while before stepping in.
A cool feeling immediately spread to his body the moment he entered the stone wall. It was as if his face had been wiped by a layer of wet cloth. After the cool feeling passed, Wang Lin found that he had entered the stone wall.
He looked behind him. The stone wall behind him was the same as the outside. There were waves of ripples and the light was clear.
Wang Lin reached his hand in and the cool feeling appeared again.
The red-faced elder calmly said, "This is a Water Mirror Door created by the War God Hall. Without a jade talisman to open it, unless your cultivation has reached the Soul Formation stage, you won't be able to enter."
Wang Lin's heart moved when he heard about the War God Hall's refining technique. He carefully looked at the stone wall again and followed the red-faced old man forward.
The space inside the stone palace was very large. Aside from the main hall in the center, there were hundreds of stone rooms. Outside each room was a stone wall. Wang Lin observed and found that each stone wall was similar to the Water Mirror Door.
"There are a total of 365 stone rooms here. Each stone door is a Water Mirror Door.
This Water Mirror Door is actually the symbol of a disciple of the Weapon Refining Hall. "The red-faced old man saw that Wang Lin's eyes were fixed on the stone door, so he explained.
Wang Lin looked for a while and looked away. At this moment, the two of them were standing in the middle of the hall. There was a long shelf in front of them. The shelf was divided into four levels, and each level had a spirit tablet.
Aside from the lowest level, which only had one spirit tablet, the other levels had many.
Wang Lin's gaze turned toward the top floor. On it was written:
"The founder of the War God Hall … Fu Mo."
"The founder of the War God Hall is the founder of the War God Hall. He was the one who discovered the spirit tablet." The red-faced old man bowed and looked at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was silent for a bit and bowed.
The red-faced old man turned around and walked forward. There was a green jade wall behind the spirit tablet, and there were countless small characters carved on it.
Wang Lin raised his head and saw the words "Divine Path Technique" written at the very top.
As Qi Dan continued to read, his heart couldn't help but sink. Written below was: "Disciple Chen Chong carved it from memory. Future generations should be cautious when practicing."
"Disappointed?"
The red-faced old man looked at Wang Lin and sighed. "The second year after ancestor Gong discovered the Divine Path, a traitor appeared in the War God Shrine. After that, rumors of the Divine Path spread like wildfire. Not long after, the rank 4 cultivation country, Tian Gang, came to visit. After talking with ancestor Gong, they took away the original Divine Path.
Three days after he left, Ancestor Fu left on a journey and never returned.
This Divine Path technique is the strangest spell technique I've ever seen in my life. Anyone who sees it can only understand it, but they can't express it in words. It's as if there's an invisible power that's blocking them.
Ancestor Chen Chong's talent was ordinary, and he was the weakest among Ancestor Gong's disciples. However, he relied on his memory to do something that no one else could. He inscribed the God Path. After he finished, Ancestor Chen Chong died. Before he died, he warned his descendants that this technique was a great mystique. His lifespan was not enough, and he could only inscribe ten percent of it. His descendants had to be careful when cultivating it!
"In truth, ancestor Chen Chong worried too much. How could a Divine Path be so easy to understand? In the thousands of years of the War God Shrine's existence, less than 30 people were able to see through it. Of those 30 people, half succeeded in reaching the Nascent Soul stage.
"As for the Divine Path the other sects in Hou Fen saw, they were all fake, and even fewer people were able to see through it.
Wang Lin listened to the red-faced old man's words and silently looked at the green jade wall. In his mind, he saw a thin man using his lifespan to carve the wall.
"Look at it yourself, I'll wait for you outside. Don't trespass into the Water Mirror Sect's sealed area!" After the red-faced old man finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Wang Lin looked at the stone wall and read it word by word. These words were bitter and difficult to understand, and there were many places that seemed to conflict with each other. As he read and read, his brow gradually furrowed.
After a long time, Wang Lin sat down in the lotus position. His face was filled with uncertainty, but his eyes didn't blink. He stared at the green jade wall and all the words appeared in his mind.
The more he read, the more confused he became. This Divine Path technique was completely incomprehensible. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and when he finally finished reading, he simply closed his eyes as the dense and incomprehensible words reverberated in his mind.
Time slowly passed. Wang Lin still couldn't understand it. He slowly opened his eyes and let out a sigh. He looked at the wall again, but just at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank and he said, "Something's wrong!"
The moment he looked at the wall, the words he had memorized suddenly disappeared as if they never existed. Wang Lin looked at the words on the wall. He was very familiar with these words, and he had memorized them all. However, in the blink of an eye, it was as if there was a flaw in his memory and they all disappeared. Wang Lin took a deep breath and revealed a serious expression. This Divine Path technique was too strange; no wonder no one could make a copy of it. Back then, he asked Zhou Zihong to make a copy for him. Zhou Zihong was confused and told him that the Divine Path technique couldn't do it. At that time, he was only a bit surprised, but he didn't take it to heart. However, after personally experiencing it today, his expression became serious.
When he looked again, Wang Lin's gaze landed on the words: "Disciple Chen Chong carved it from memory. Future generations should be cautious when practicing this."
He was even more shocked than before. After all, he had only heard about it before. But now, he had personally experienced the difficulty of carving the Divine Path technique. The name Chen Chong was deeply engraved in his mind.
Wang Lin took a deep breath. He looked past the words and once again looked at the Divine Path technique. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Wang Lin once again finished recording. However, the scene from before immediately replayed itself.
After repeating this a few times, Wang Lin's expression gradually darkened. He stared at the wall, unblinking. This time, he didn't memorize it. Instead, he looked at it over and over again.
The first time Wang Lin finished reading this Divine Path technique, it had taken him three incense sticks' worth of time. But now, he only needed one incense stick's worth of time to finish reading it.
His eyes moved faster and faster. Gradually, he would finish reading it in half an incense stick's worth of time.
Time passed slowly. Wang Lin's eyes moved even faster. From one reading in half an incense stick's worth of time, it became three reading in half an incense stick's worth of time. His speed continued to increase. Slowly, his eyes became bloodshot, and waves of pain came from his eyes.
After an unknown period of time, Wang Lin's eyes closed unknowingly. However, it seemed like the stone wall still existed in front of him, swaying again and again in front of his eyes.
The words swayed faster and faster. In the end, even though Wang Lin closed his eyes, he could still feel a piercing pain in his eyes. Two streams of blood flowed down from the corners of his eyes. However, at this moment, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly opened. His eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was ferocious.
At this moment, Wang Lin clearly saw the words on the green jade stone wall slowly disappear. A white-robed figure suddenly appeared in the wall. His face was blurred, and he couldn't see it clearly. He could only see his hands forming a series of hand seals, leaving a series of afterimages. Following this, his body split from one to two, and then from two to three.
What was different from the clone of the green-robed old man was that although the strength of the green-robed old man's clone was comparable, it was a bit stiff, and every action was an imitation of the main body.
However, the white-robed figure's clones were all extremely nimble. They didn't look stiff at all, and they even gave off a feeling that it was hard to tell which one was the main body.
In truth, Wang Lin didn't know that the green-robed old man's clone was only created by a powerful magic treasure. It wasn't the clone's great spell.
Slowly, the white-robed figure dimmed and disappeared.
Wang Lin closed his eyes once again. His face was pale and he began to ponder.
Some inexplicable chants appeared in his mind. After analyzing them one by one, Wang Lin opened his eyes with a bitter smile. He already had some understanding of this divine spell.
This was a spell to cultivate a clone. The reason why it could increase the chances of forming a Nascent Soul was because cultivating a clone at the same time would increase the speed of cultivation. At the moment of forming a Nascent Soul, the two would merge into one, and the power would naturally increase.
However, this spell was incomplete, and the cultivation of the clone had a fatal flaw. The clone would form a body of its own, and when it appeared, it would have no cultivation at all. Its lifespan would also be less than half a cycle of sixty years. As a result, this spell became useless.
There were also some words that Chen Chong had left behind in the chant. Apart from pointing out that due to his lifespan, he couldn't copy the entire spell, and that the spell was incomplete, he had also thought of a solution.
"The method is to use this spell to cultivate a clone, and then use half a cycle of sixty years to consume medicinal pills.
"Prepare a large amount of medicinal pills to quickly fill up your cultivation. This way, it's better than nothing, and it will increase the chances of forming a Nascent Soul.
"If I prepare enough medicinal pills, I might be able to become a Core Formation cultivator in half a cycle of sixty years. This way, the chances of forming a Nascent Soul the moment the clone fuses will increase.
Wang Lin pondered for a while, then bitterly smiled as he put away the thought of cultivating the divine spell. He didn't have that many medicinal pills to give to the clone. Even if he obtained medicinal pills, he didn't have enough for himself, so how could he bear to give them to the clone?
Compared to this spell, it was more practical to get some medicinal pills that could increase the chances of forming a Nascent Soul.
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