Wang Lin clearly remembered the number of ice crystals he had absorbed.
After the 70th ice crystal, every time he absorbed it, it would take him several times longer to completely absorb it.
The further he went, the more memories the ice crystals contained. At the same time, every time he broke out of the cocoon, the first thing Wang Lin did was observe his own body. As he received more and more inheritances, he knew that his previous guess was correct. The star represented the reconstitution of his body.
Every time he fused with the ice crystal, the color of the star between his eyebrows darkened a bit. At the same time, Wang Lin could clearly feel that every time he fused with the ice crystal, his body would make slight adjustments based on the memories he had gained. As a result, after more than 70 adjustments, his body was getting closer and closer to the path of an ancient god's body.
Even though there was nothing special about his body from the outside, everything inside his body had undergone an unimaginable change.
Up until now, he had fused with seventy ice crystals. His body was now extremely defensive.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He touched his arm and wondered if his current body could withstand a full blow from a Core Formation cultivator. After thinking for a while, Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he nodded his head.
Time passed by. On this day, there were no more ice crystals left in the place where the Ancient God's inheritance of knowledge was stored. There was only a giant, dark blue cocoon floating in the middle of this place.
This cocoon was not normal. It was covered in fine cracks. If one looked closely, they would find that these cracks were the same as the ones on God Ji Tu Si's body.
This giant cocoon had been here for countless years and showed no signs of breaking. Everything around it seemed to be frozen by some mysterious power. Nothing had changed over the years.
Wang Lin's body lay flat inside the cocoon. His eyes were closed and his heart had stopped beating many years ago. His entire body was in a state similar to death.
His Divine Sense was currently in chaos. The time it took to fuse with the last ice crystal had already surpassed the total time it took to fuse with the previous 93 ice crystals.
His consciousness was immersed in the Ancient God's memory. He saw the Ancient God's life, from the moment Tu Si was born to the moment he decided to reverse cultivate the Flowing Ink Transformation Technique.
It was as if he had personally experienced all of this. In the end, Wang Lin even felt like he was the God Ji.
This feeling of chaos was something he tried his best to avoid, but at this moment, when all of the memories were gathered, it exploded uncontrollably.
Just like this, Wang Lin's consciousness went blind and entered a dormant state. After an unknown amount of time, the giant cocoon suddenly made a "crack" sound.
Soon after, cracking sounds came from within the cocoon. Fine cracks appeared from the cracks on the cocoon, as if the original patterns had turned into cracks. Very soon, the entire cocoon began to collapse in all directions with a bang.
At this moment, a naked man suddenly appeared from inside the giant cocoon. This person had white hair and black eyes. Although his appearance was ordinary, he had an indescribable temperament. At this moment, his eyes were closed and his heart had stopped beating. There was no sign of life in him.
After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to contain infinite power, and clouds of smoke rolled past his pupils.
Wang Lin slowly exhaled. He looked down at his body. After absorbing the 94th ice crystal, he could clearly feel the strength of his body. Although he couldn't predict how strong it would be without experimenting, Wang Lin believed that this body would definitely increase his chances of survival by several folds.
Thinking back to the fusion of the last ice crystal, he still had lingering fears. If he hadn't been cautious during the fusion of the 50th ice crystal and slowed down the speed of fusion in order to completely absorb all the ice crystals, he would have already lost himself and become a madman who thought that he was God Ji Tu Si.
It was because of the previous foundation that he was able to overcome the difficulty and awaken his consciousness.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed. The chants and incantations in his mind were almost complete, but there was still a trace of doubt in his heart. According to the Ancient God's memories in his mind, there were only records of the Ancient God's birth until he prepared to cultivate the Flowing Ink Transformation Divine Art. However, there were no records of the cultivation of the Flowing Ink Transformation Divine Art until his death.
Wang Lin pondered for a while. He carefully looked around and had a bold guess. The number of ice crystals shouldn't be 94. It was very likely that there were a few more, but it shouldn't be too many.
But why weren't the few extra ice crystals here?
Wang Lin frowned. After pondering for a while, he gave up on thinking about this question. Instead, he formed a strange incantation with both hands and said in the Ancient God Clan's language: "Open!"
Suddenly, an arc-shaped crack appeared in front of him. Inside the crack floated three stones that emitted a black light.
Wang Lin grabbed the three stones with his right hand. Then he took a step forward and waves of ripples appeared under his feet. One step, two steps, three steps.
He took three steps and his body instantly disappeared from the place where the Ancient God's memories were stored.
Those three stones were the materials needed to make the restriction flag, the Ink Stone!
Inside the meridian of the Ancient God Shentu Si, there was a crack with countless restrictions inside. These restrictions emitted a dangerous aura. At this moment, a person suddenly appeared outside the restriction. This person had white hair and his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.
After he appeared, he stared at the restrictive spells, his eyes flashing. After looking at them for a while, he confirmed that there were no changes, and then walked forward. The restrictive spells seemed to have lost their function, and didn't attract any attacks from him. As he walked, with every step he took, a restrictive spell would vanish. When he reached the center of the circle, all of the restrictive spells in his path automatically vanished.
This person was Wang Lin. As for these restrictions, they were personally placed by Wang Lin to protect his body and bag of holding before he left.
Although this place seemed very safe to him, it wasn't really inside the meridian. Instead, it was a crack that was opened using the Ancient God's memories. However, Wang Lin was very cautious, so he still left a lot of protective measures.
After entering the restriction, Wang Lin looked at the body and bag of holding he had left behind. His eyes were filled with regret. His previous body had already rotted away, leaving behind only a mummy. This mummy gave off waves of spiritual energy, which was clearly coming from the golden core he had left in his body.
Next to the dried up corpse were a few bags of holding.
Wang Lin secretly sighed. If he hadn't obtained the Ancient God's memories and reformed his body, he would have to find another body.
His right hand lightly tapped the mummy's chest. Suddenly, the mummy released a dense amount of spiritual energy. Then, cracks began to appear on its hands and feet. As the cracks spread upwards, the fluctuations of spiritual energy became stronger and stronger. In the end, the mummy's body completely shattered. At the same time, a fist-sized Gold Core floated up from its body.
Small blue dots could be vaguely seen on the shattered corpse. They were densely packed in the debris, and sometimes, they flickered with a strange light.
The moment Wang Lin saw this golden core, he felt like his blood had melted into water. After all, this golden core was formed by him, so there was a connection between them that even time couldn't sever.
Shortly after, Wang Lin's right hand reached out and the golden core flew toward his hand. The moment it touched his finger, the golden core disappeared and entered Wang Lin's body. It flowed through his arm to his dantian before stopping and slowly rotating in his dantian.
Waves of spiritual energy flowed through Wang Lin's body. He closed his eyes and silently sensed for a bit. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the dried up corpse on the ground. His eyes lit up, his right hand formed a seal, and he shouted, "Underworld Flame, appear!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the blue dots on the mummy's body, which had been reduced to ashes, quickly floated up and gathered together. Slowly, they formed a ball of blue flame.
Wang Lin opened his mouth and the flame entered his body before disappearing into his golden core.
Then Wang Lin waved his right hand and the bags of holding on the corpse flew up one by one. Shortly after, there was a flash of light and a black robe appeared in his hand. After putting it on, Wang Lin put away the bags of holding and reached out to the void. A crack appeared and he walked in without hesitation.
When he reappeared, he was back at the place where the inheritance of memories was stored. Wang Lin took a deep breath and looked around. After making sure it was the same as when he left, his hands quickly formed seals and he chanted some complicated words in the language of the god of luck.
As his hand seals changed, layers of rippling scales appeared in the air in front of him.
The choppy words he chanted were like a pair of invisible hands waving in the ripples of light. As a result, the ripples of light became larger and larger. Finally, the image of the god of luck, Tu Si, appeared above the ripples of light.
Wang Lin was too familiar with the ancient god Tu Si. Even though he was facing the pressure from the ancient god's image, his heart didn't waver at all.
After the image appeared, the eight purple stars between its eyebrows suddenly spun and shot out eight rays of starlight. When the starlight landed on the ripples of light, it formed a giant octagonal vortex.
Wang Lin stared at the image of Tu Si and thought, "Land of the ancient god, farewell!"