"I am Ji. I was born before the heavens and earth appeared. I lived before the universe was formed. But before me, there were celestials. They wanted to enslave me, so I will destroy them!
"If I fail, then my descendants will be enemies with the celestials for generations to come. I vow that there will be no celestials in the world!
"Give me nine drops of soul blood to my three sons. All of you will lead the people of the ancient clan. On the day the nine songs and three signs appear, wait for my reincarnation, wait for my successor to appear …"
Wang Lin sat cross-legged in the ancestral temple. His body was withered and looked like a mummy. His white robes were loose, as if they were draped over his body.
The same voice continued to echo in his mind for a full 50 years. At the beginning, the voice was only faintly discernible, like a murmur. But as time passed, the voice in Wang Lin's mind became even more intense, like a roar.
Especially now, it was as if someone was constantly roaring in his ear. That roar was filled with a heaven-defying and unwillingness that caused Wang Lin's blood to boil and burn.
As his blood burned, his flesh and blood seemed to be unable to withstand it. It was as if they were being refined, and they continued to wither. Now, he was like a corpse.
However, he didn't feel weak at all. Instead, he seemed to contain a shocking amount of life force and power. It was as if one day, when Wang Lin's body returned to normal, the power of his body would reach a shocking and terrifying level.
The Ancient clan's Three Trials Seven Calamities. The third trial had three calamities. Aside from the Ancient Race Heavenly Blood, there was also the Ancient Dao Three Soul Splits!
The splits allowed the Ancient clan's power to explosively increase when they went through the calamity.
Many of the members of the three ancient tribes, as long as they reached 27 Stars and became Saints, would experience the Three Trials and Seven Tribulations in their lives. The last two tribulations of the third trial could only be passed in the ancestral temples of the various tribes.
However, as the individual was different, the increase in power and fortune each person obtained was different.
During these 50 years of time, Wang Lin sat there motionlessly, allowing the voice to echo in his ears. Finally, after Prince Ji Du bowed and left, Wang Lin felt the signs of the second calamity of the Three Trial Calamity in his body.
The roar in his ears became even more intense. The blood in his body boiled even more violently. A burning sensation slowly erupted from his body and filled his entire body.
"Ancient Dao Three Soul Splits …" Wang Lin muttered. From the stone tablet, he learned that the so-called Ancient Dao Three Soul Splits was not splitting his origin soul into three parts.
Instead, he would have to split them three times before fusing them back together. Each time he did so, he would have to endure immense pain. It was like losing his cultivation base, and required incredible willpower to slowly fuse them back together. Then, he would have to split his mind a second time.
Every time he fused them together, his origin soul and body would advance by leaps and bounds, becoming even more powerful. Once all three splits were completed, he would successfully pass the second calamity of the Three Trials!
This calamity would not result in death, but the key was to endure the split. The longer it lasted, the more complete the split would be. At the same time, the benefits would be greater, but at the same time, the pain would be greater.
This pain was not something a normal person could endure. In fact, even the imperial family would not be able to endure it for long. Most people would not wait until their origin soul was completely split. Instead, they would choose to fuse together halfway. As a result, the benefits they obtained would be different.
"In the Ancient Dao Three Soul Splits, I can choose to fuse them at any time …" Wang Lin's eyes lit up.
Since ancient times, it was not that there were no people with great willpower. However, even though death would not occur in this calamity, if one's Origin Soul completely split apart, it would make it difficult to fuse them together, and at the same time, it would be impossible to fuse them together.
As such, even if it was the imperial family, even if it was someone with great willpower, they would not make such a choice. Even if they made such a choice, they would usually gamble during the first split. It was extremely rare for them to gamble with their lives during the second split.
Those who gambled on the third split were even rarer, and almost all of them died.
Rumor had it that over the countless years, only the strongest person on the Immortal Astral Continent, Grand Empyrean Gu Dao, had chosen to completely split his origin soul during the third split.
Compared to the second calamity of the Three Trials, the so-called third calamity could no longer be called a calamity. This was the Ancient Ancestor's Gift. When the Ancient clan members passed the Three Trials Six Trials, they would receive a mysterious reward.
Perhaps it was a sliver of memory, perhaps it was an incomplete spell, or perhaps it was extremely pure Ancient Ancestor blood … There was even a sliver of possibility that it was soul blood … However, this sliver of possibility was only a rumor, and most of it was fabricated by later generations. Rumor had it that even Grand Empyrean Gu Dao didn't obtain this sliver of possibility from the Ancient Ancestor's Gift.
However, rumor had it that what Grand Empyrean Gu Dao obtained was extraordinary, but no one knew what it was.
Wang Lin took a deep breath. His body began to tremble as his blood boiled. Bursts of pain appeared and fused with the roar in his mind to form a mysterious force that surrounded his body. He could clearly feel his origin soul gradually show signs of shattering.
"Finally … It has begun!!" Wang Lin suddenly raised his head. His eyes were calm. He had waited for this day for 50 years!
Whether he could obtain the soul blood and allow Li Muwan's body to enter the Immemorial God Realm would all depend on this calamity at the ancestral temple!
The cracks on his origin soul became more and more obvious. At the same time, bursts of unimaginable pain descended. However, this pain was something Wang Lin could endure with his willpower.
However, this was just the beginning!
"If I want to obtain the soul blood, I must endure as much as I can during the second calamity of the Three Trials. I must see where this calamity ends!"
There was a flash of decisiveness and determination in Wang Lin's eyes. He slowly closed his eyes to endure the arrival of this calamity!
The moment Wang Lin went through the Three Soul Splits, ripples appeared around the Ancient Ancestor statue in the ancestral temple. The ripples spread in all directions and almost covered the entire Ancient Shi imperial city.
This strange phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of all the Ancient Shi members.
"The Ancient Ancestor statue is releasing rings of light. This is someone going through a calamity!"
"Look at the nine rings of light. This is the Ancient Dao Three Soul Splits of the Second Tribulation of Three Trials, and this is the first time he has split his soul!
If it is the second time, there should be 18 rings of light.
"Strange, the ancestral temple never opens for one person. Everyone has to wait and is organized by the imperial family. Only when there are enough people will the ancestral temple open once.
However, I haven't heard of this happening in the past few years. "
"I wonder how many people are going through the calamity this time and how long they can last. In the past, it was over in a few days."
The people of the Shi Ji clan weren't too surprised by the abnormality of the Ancient Ancestor statue. It was obvious they had seen something like this several times. After looking at it a few times, they withdrew their gazes and ignored it.
However, what they didn't know was that when the nine rings of light appeared, the Ancient Shi Emperor and Ji Du all looked over.
"50 years … He is finally going through the first soul split … I wonder how long he can last. Someone in my Shi Ji clan used one year to reach perfection during the first soul split. I wonder if this person can do the same." The Ancient Shi Emperor silently looked at the Ancient Ancestor statue in the distance. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze.
Ji Du was also inside his palace. He was standing next to the window and looking into the distance. His wife was beside him and also looked over.
"Godfather …" Ji Du murmured. His wife held Ji Du's hand and looked at him gently.
At this moment, on Origin Mountain outside the imperial city, Song Tian walked out of closed door cultivation. He had his hands behind his back as he looked toward the imperial city.
"With his cultivation, he will definitely choose to split his Primordial Spirit for the first time, and it will take a long time … Forget it. Back then, when he was in closed-door cultivation, I secretly took action twice. Although I acknowledged Ji Du as the Emperor, I still offended him in the first place … When he came back, he did not pursue this matter … I will protect him for the first time as repayment."
Song Tian took a step forward and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was outside the ancestral temple in the imperial city. He glanced at the ancestral temple, then sat down cross-legged with his back to the temple.
"No one is allowed to enter within 10,000 feet of the ancestral temple. Anyone who violates will die!" Song Tian's divine sense spread out in all directions.
While Wang Lin was suffering the pain of his origin soul splitting, he felt Song Tian's arrival and words. He knew that Song Tian wanted to protect him.
He took a deep breath and sent out a message that echoed in Song Tian's ears.
"Many thanks!"
"No need, I'm just going to protect you during the first soul split to forget what I did back then."
Song Tian didn't look back but looked at the sky. After pondering a bit, he no longer paid attention to Wang Lin and closed his eyes.
The moment Wang Lin withdrew his divine sense, his body trembled and he suddenly looked up. With his current cultivation level, even though he was feeling great discomfort due to the first soul split, he still felt that there was a figure silently looking at him from the sky.
Wang Lin was familiar with that figure.
"Teacher …" Wang Lin murmured. He understood that his teacher wouldn't leave the Ancient Dao for no reason. His teacher had obviously come here to protect him while he was weak and his divine sense was split.
In the sky, Xuan Luo looked down at the Ancient Ancestor statue and the ancestral temple. He could vaguely feel the aura that belonged to Wang Lin.
He had a smile on his face and his eyes were gentle.
"You're already stronger than Master. The only thing Master can do is to protect you when you're in a weakened state."