Wang Lin hesitated for a bit. He looked at the old man and said,
He looked at the old man and asked, "Senior, are we just going to go over like this?"
The old man waved his right hand and two straw hats appeared. He threw one to Wang Lin and said, "Put this on your head. Unless your cultivation is two ranks higher than yours, you won't be able to see what it looks like. This is my collection of many years. Once you're done using it, you have to return it to me!"
Wang Lin took the straw hat and scanned it with his divine sense. His heart was immediately shaken. This straw hat looked ordinary, but it was actually a different world. He scanned it with his divine sense and found that it contained countless formations. These formations were exquisite to a degree that he had never seen before. They weren't any weaker than the Shang Ji restrictions.
And this was only the formation at the edge. As for the center, Wang Lin's divine sense couldn't enter it in a short period of time. He made up his mind. No matter what, he wouldn't return this straw hat. At worst, he would just make a few more wood carvings.
Seeing the old man put on the straw hat, his entire body was covered by a golden halo. Wang Lin scanned it with his divine sense and immediately felt a stinging pain. The golden light was like a sharp thorn that made it difficult for his divine sense to penetrate it.
Wang Lin took a deep breath. His desire to take this straw hat for himself became even stronger. Without a word, he put the straw hat on his head.
The old man looked at Wang Lin. Then his right hand formed a strange seal and he pointed at the void in the distance. Suddenly, a giant shadow appeared in the void. The moment this shadow appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy frantically rushed into it.
In the blink of an eye, the shadow quickly condensed into a golden-armored giant holding a giant sword. The giant's face was ferocious, like an evil god. It emitted a tyrannical aura as it stared at the spot the old man pointed at.
"Gold, smash for me!" The old man shouted proudly.
The golden-armored giant didn't say a word. He swung the sword in his hand, and a dazzling golden light, like the sun falling to the ground, slashed across the void. A series of ripples appeared in the void in the distance. Soon, the ripples grew larger and larger. Finally, with a loud bang, they turned into huge fragments that scattered in all directions.
Shortly after, the golden-armored giant let out a snort and its body slowly disappeared.
The old man immediately muttered a few words in dissatisfaction. Wang Lin vaguely heard the old man scolding the golden-armored giant for being lazy … The moment the ripples scattered, a light aura spread out from the void. This power was filled with destructive power. Wang Lin's expression changed. Just as he was about to dodge, the old man waved his right hand and a light screen appeared in front of Wang Lin to block the ripples.
Then, he looked at the old man, who was standing in the center of the ripples, looking like he was enjoying it.
As the ripples spread out, the void suddenly changed. Pavilions and palaces floated above the white clouds like a celestial realm. Seven-colored rays of light came from those pavilions.
This scene was even more grand than what Wang Lin had seen in Chu. These buildings were so large that one couldn't even see the end of them. At the same time, angry roars came from the buildings and more than a dozen powerful auras charged out.
Wang Lin spread out his divine sense. Among these auras, there were more than 30 Nascent Soul cultivators. The remaining five were all Soul Formation cultivators!
He took a deep breath. A rank 4 cultivation country was indeed worthy of being a rank 4 cultivation country. Whether it was the size of a sect or the strength of the sect, a rank 3 cultivation country couldn't compare to it. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that just one sect from a rank 4 cultivation country could wipe out any rank 3 cultivation country.
After these cultivators charged out, they surrounded the old man and Wang Lin. Their expressions were gloomy and filled with hostility. Almost all of them spread out their divine senses to scan the two of them.
However, in an instant, more than half of these people revealed shocked expressions.
Wang Lin could clearly feel that the moment these people's divine senses swept by, a large amount of golden light came from the straw hat. The moment the divine senses touched the golden light, they melted like snow meeting fire.
As for the old man, he formed a seal with one hand and the straw hat on his head gave off a golden glow. At the same time, the shadow of a golden-winged roc appeared. With a flap of its wings, all of the divine sense surrounding him was swept away.
Suddenly, some of the cultivators let out a few groans. Their bodies trembled and their expressions became very ugly.
At this moment, a middle-aged scholar wearing a dark blue robe flew out from the group of cultivators. His face was still pale and there was no light in his eyes. His eyes were similar to Wang Lin's; they were both black and white and gave off an extraordinary aura.
After he walked out, he clasped his hands and said, "The two of you broke my White Cloud Sect's formation for no reason. If you don't explain yourself, then you can stay!"
The old man snorted. He waved his right hand and a bamboo chair appeared. He placed it in the air and leaned on it. He pointed at Wang Lin and said, "I don't care. I'm just a hired thug. He was the one who told me to come. Go find him."
The middle-aged scholar's eyes revealed an almost undetectable trace of fear. However, the person he feared wasn't Wang Lin, but the old man.
When he heard the old man's words, he immediately looked at Wang Lin and said, "Fellow cultivator, has my White Cloud Sect ever offended you?"
Wang Lin was silent for a while. Without another word, he slapped his bag of holding and a normal flying sword flew out. He shook it slightly and imprinted his divine sense on it. With a series of crackling sounds, the flying sword immediately melted and condensed into a silver ball the size of a fist.
"It's been a long time. There are many Soul Formation cultivators in the White Cloud Sect. Today, I'm prepared to challenge them. Please forgive me if I've been rude!" As he spoke, his right hand suddenly moved and formed a seal, pointing at the silver ball.
The silver ball instantly flew out and gave off a piercing sound as if it could tear through the air.
The middle-aged scholar's eyes were originally filled with caution, but after seeing the silver ball, he suddenly froze and sneered, "You overestimate yourself!"
With that, he didn't take out a magic treasure. Instead, he pointed at the silver ball and a ray of purple spiritual energy came out of his finger.
The moment the spiritual energy appeared, it turned into a purple dragon and charged at the silver ball. The silver ball suddenly stopped. Wang Lin's hand seal changed and he shouted, "Change!"
The silver ball suddenly began to move strangely and took the shape of a turtle. This was the beast that Wang Lin killed in the Sea of Devils, the Bell Drum!
As soon as the Bell Drum Beast was formed, it seemed to come to life. It bared its sharp teeth and let out a soundless roar. Suddenly, ripples of air came out of its mouth and tangled with the purple dragon.
The middle-aged scholar let out a cold snort. He waved his right hand, formed a seal, and shouted, "Split!"
Suddenly, the purple dragon split into two. One flew past the Bell Drum Beast and charged at Wang Lin. Wang Lin frowned. Just as he was about to retreat, the old man's voice echoed in his ears, "Let's go.
"What are you dodging for? Don't move. Experience the domain of a Soul Formation cultivator!"
Wang Lin hesitated for a bit before slapping his bag of holding. If there was any danger, he would immediately take out the restriction flag. In truth, the reason he didn't use his most common treasures was because he was afraid of being recognized.
After hearing the old man's words, Wang Lin took a deep breath. Memories of him meeting the old man flashed through his mind. Finally, he clenched his teeth and remained motionless. At this moment, the two purple dragons suddenly closed in.
The old man's eyes revealed a hint of admiration. Although Wang Lin didn't show anything on the surface, with the old man's experience, how could he not see through it? He looked at the two purple dragons and gently pinched one of them. Suddenly, one of the purple dragons burst like a bubble.
The middle-aged scholar's expression changed greatly and the dread in his eyes became even stronger.
At this moment, the remaining purple dragon let out a roar and landed on Wang Lin's body. Wang Lin's body trembled as he felt a powerful force enter his body. Although this force looked very fierce, when it entered his body, it was like a gentle breeze. It didn't cause him any discomfort.
However, inside this gentle breeze, there was an almost undetectable feeling of ruthlessness. This feeling was magnified infinitely and spread throughout Wang Lin's body. Even his nascent soul wasn't spared.
Wang Lin immediately knew that this feeling of ruthlessness was the domain of the middle-aged scholar's spell. This domain was like the might of the heavens, making it impossible for Wang Lin to resist.
If he took out the restriction flag right now, then under the layers of ancient restrictions, he wouldn't have such a deep feeling. After all, when he fought against Soul Formation cultivators in the past, the restriction flag was something he had to use.
However, right now, in order to comprehend this domain, he didn't use any treasures. As a result, it could be said that he was unarmed and could feel the domain of a Soul Formation cultivator's attack.
The old man's eyes lit up and he reached out with his right hand. Suddenly, a strand of purple gas came out of Wang Lin's head and turned into a purple ball that floated into the old man's hand. Wang Lin took a deep breath and recovered.
He closed his eyes. Just now, he had completely comprehended the opponent's domain. This kind of opportunity was something that could only be encountered and not sought; it was extremely precious.
The old man squeezed his hand and the purple ball immediately disappeared. The middle-aged scholar's expression was ugly as he stared at the old man and said, "Senior, I'm afraid you came here to help your disciple break through the Nascent Soul stage and reach the Soul Formation stage."
The old man let out a mischievous laugh. He pointed at the person next to the scholar and said, "You, come out, it's your turn."
He was only 10 votes away from fifth place!