The memory of the third soul of the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign had a deep impression of the competition that would take place five months later. In that competition, Zhou Li obtained the qualification to cultivate the Cloud Dao Great Spell. In addition, his cultivation level was quite high among this generation of the Dong Lin Sect, so he entered the top 10 and obtained 9th place. As a result, he obtained the reward of entering the Dong Lin Pool to cultivate.
As for Su Dao, because he had lost the qualification to cultivate the Cloud Dao Spell, his timid nature became even more serious. His personality even became twisted and dark.
He failed in that competition. It could be said that this competition was a huge turning point in Su Dao's life, and it was also the reason for the drastic change in his personality.
For the next few years, Su Dao was practically unable to recover from his setback. He rarely conversed with others and cultivated in seclusion by himself all day long. Only when he encountered his Martial Ancestor by chance and received personal guidance from his Martial Ancestor did he slowly reveal his talent.
Unfortunately, good times didn't last long. Due to an accident, Su Dao was expelled from the Dong Lin Sect. After that, there was no more Su Dao of the Dong Lin Sect. What remained was his struggle and unwillingness. He turned it into cruelty and slaughter, eventually creating his own Seven Dao Sect and becoming the sect master. The Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign!
As for Zhou Li, he was captured by the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign on the day he became dao and was cruelly killed.
All of this echoed in Wang Lin's mind like a picture. He sat in the middle of the mountain next to the winding river. It was still the same big stone as he looked at the river. It was as if he could see memories flowing inside the river.
This was the third Cloud Dao Spell that Su Dao's teacher had taught him. His teacher had gone into closed door cultivation once more. As for Zhou Li, he left in a dim light and went into closed door cultivation. However, his hatred for Su Dao was the same as Su Dao's hatred for him in the past.
The river flowed and the memory of the third soul in Wang Lin's mind became a blur. What replaced it was the chant for the Cloud Dao Spell.
The Dong Lin Sect was one of the nine sects on the Immortal Astral Continent, the Shi San Sect. Although it was not as powerful as the Purple Yang Sect, it was extremely mysterious and its disciples rarely went out.
The sect's three great spells were very famous on the Immortal Astral Continent and had been passed down since ancient times.
Among the three great divine abilities, the Great Art of the Cloud Path was the most profound. It focused on the clouds of the earth, which were as ethereal as the Great Dao. After comprehending the Dao with the clouds and fusing them into one, one could borrow the appearance of the clouds to absorb the power of the earth's clouds and turn it into one's own technique to execute the Great Art of the Cloud Path!
Condensing one's own cloud beast to swallow the clouds and spit out mist was the first form of this divine ability!
This divine ability was hidden within the rudimentary chant. If one could cultivate the rudimentary chant to the extreme, one would be able to comprehend the first form!
To others, if they wanted to cultivate the Cloud Dao Great Technique to perfection, they would need a lot of time, and even more so, they would need an extremely strong comprehension ability. However, Wang Lin's cultivation was already very high, and was far from what Zhou Li or Su Dao could compare to.
Adding on to the fact that he had comprehended the Seven Daos on his own, it was very easy for him to cultivate this Cloud Path Technique.
Strands of white gas floated out from the river before Wang Lin. They floated toward Wang Lin like smoke and circled him several times before entering his body through his orifices.
White gas slowly spread from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. It surrounded Wang Lin's body and slowly merged with him.
Wang Lin's figure was faintly discernible inside the white gas. After a long time, not only did white gas appear from the river, but white gas also came from the vegetation on the mountain and merged with him.
Soon, the area 1,000 feet around Wang Lin was so dark that he couldn't even see his fingers. The white gas churned as if there was a dragon inside.
"I wonder if I can still cultivate this Cloud Dao Great Art after I leave the world of the fifth flower …" Wang Lin pondered inside the white gas.
Although he had only cultivated two major aspects of the art, he could see how vast and boundless it was.
By absorbing cloud qi into one's body, one could change the structure of one's body. In the end, one would be like a cloud in the sky, faintly discernible, separated from the earth.
A month passed in the blink of an eye as he sat there next to the river.
During that time, Wang Lin sat there cross-legged, constantly absorbing the white gas that emanated from all creation. He felt very comfortable and warm inside of him.
The more he cultivated the art, the more the land around him distorted, as if it were on the verge of collapsing. That was the result of his memories being altered. Were it not for the fact that his memories had been altered, the distortions would have prevented Wang Lin from finding the true door.
One day, the mist surrounding Wang Lin began to dissipate. Eventually, it completely merged into his body. When Wang Lin opened his eyes, they seemed to be filled with swirling clouds. They were blurry, but filled with a strange power that would intimidate anyone who looked into them. Anyone who looked into them would feel as if they were immersed in thick clouds. They would lose their sense of direction, and would lose their sense of self.
"This art … is extraordinary!"
Wang Lin exhaled a mouthful of impure Qi. It was a gray mist that spread out like a dragon for about nine meters before slowly dissipating.
"The clouds and mist here aren't very thick. It's not enough to cultivate this art … If I want to master the basics of this art and cause my memories to change, I need to absorb more clouds and mist."
Wang Lin stood up, and his eyes glittered. In his mind, an image appeared. It was something he had created, and it looked more like a map.
This map was a technique Wang Lin had learned from Su Dao's master a month ago. The moment Wang Lin had altered the memories of the third soul, the eight doors hidden in the world of the fifth flower had appeared.
However, the eight doors had instantly dissipated, so Wang Lin could only rely on his feelings to draw this map. During this month, he had continued to cultivate the Cloud Dao Art and stimulate the memories of the third soul. Occasionally, the earth would distort and collapse, and the location of one of the doors on the map in Wang Lin's mind slowly became clearer.
As he got up, Wang Lin jumped into the air and disappeared from the river. When he reappeared, he was in the sky above the Dong Lin Sect. He didn't stop and gave off bursts of white gas. He was like a cloud as he flew forward.
The Cloud Movement spell flickered endlessly.
In the sky, this area was covered in dark clouds. Thunder rumbled and rain fell on the plain below. The range of the dark clouds was very large and shrouded a city below. Countless mortals of the Immortal Astral Continent lived in the city.
Wang Lin sat down in the clouds in the sky. His hands formed a seal and he inhaled. The thunder became even more intense and the thunder moved across the earth. The rain became even heavier.
However, the dark clouds churned. Strands of cloud energy were extracted from Wang Lin's orifices and directly entered his body.
In the blink of an eye, the Seven Greats had arrived. After the Seven Greats, the dark clouds began to thin out, and most of them disappeared. The only thing that remained in the sky was a palm-sized cloud. The cloud seemed to have a mind of its own as it sped forward.
Wherever it went, as long as there were clouds, they would immediately tumble violently when they touched the cloud. In the end, they would be absorbed, and the cloud that was the size of a palm would charge forward once again.
After seven large sects, another seven large sects appeared. In the blink of an eye, two months had passed since Wang Lin learned the Cloud Dao Spell. On the last day of these two months, the cloud that had flown to an unknown place rapidly shrank until it turned into seven cloud dragons. They charged into the orifices of a figure that appeared inside the clouds.
Wang Lin took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His pupils had disappeared and were replaced by clouds. It looked very shocking.
"In these two months, I've cultivated the rudimentary technique of the Great Cloud Dao Art to the ninth level, and I'm just a step away from reaching completion … This isn't the biggest gain. The real gain is that I've found the location of one of the eight gates as I've changed my memories!"
A strange light shone in Wang Lin's eyes. However, when his pupils shone through the clouds, they looked a little hazy.
In his mind, one of the gates on the map he had drawn became completely clear.
"If I'm lucky, I might be able to find the real gate in one go …" Wang Lin took a step forward and charged down to the ground below. There was a boundless forest on the ground, and there were also mountains that stood tall. Occasionally, the roars of beasts could be heard.
In an instant, Wang Lin rushed into the forest and moved forward. He quickly headed in the direction of the gate he had sensed in his mind.
Before long, Wang Lin stopped beside a very ordinary tree in the forest. He stared at the tree. The tree was more than 100 feet tall, and a person looked very small under it.
No one knew how long the tree had been around for, but it was as thick as five people holding hands.
A giant python about 1,000 feet long was wrapped around the tree. Its huge head was raised, and as it flicked its forked tongue, it stared coldly at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin ignored the python. He placed his right hand on the tree and slowly closed his eyes.
The python's head shrank and its body slowly crawled up the tree. It could sense how terrifying Wang Lin was, and it didn't dare to provoke him.
After crawling up a few dozen feet, the python let go of the tree and jumped off the side. It landed on the ground with a bang, kicking up a large amount of dead leaves. It swung its body and slithered into the depths of the forest.
The moment the python left, Wang Lin's eyes opened and he looked at the python that was about 1,000 feet long. His eyes lit up and he charged toward it. He grabbed the python's tail with his right hand and shook it. The python let out a roar, and as it twisted and struggled, a shocking black light came from its body.
Vaguely, the shadow of a huge door appeared on the back of the python.
This python was one of the eight gates, not the tree!
Wang Lin noticed this the moment the python left.
Staring at the gate on the python's back, Wang Lin took a step forward.