Aside from Wang Lin himself, no one else knew about his Dao Heart.
Wang Lin felt gloomy about Liu Mei's appearance. The Rosefinch Kingdom was like a huge monster that loomed over Suzaku. Anyone, no matter where they were, could feel the pressure from the Rosefinch Kingdom.
The higher one's cultivation, the stronger this feeling was.
Although the trip to the Rosefinch Kingdom was short, the invisible sense of danger was still fresh in Wang Lin's memory.
Whether it was in the cultivation abode where everyone was mute or during the battle with Red Butterfly, Wang Lin always felt that he couldn't breathe.
This feeling was like a black curtain covering the sky. Unless there was a sharp sword that could pierce through the black curtain, there was no way to resist it.
The Rosefinch Kingdom, the overlord of Suzaku!
However, from Wang Lin's point of view, although the Rosefinch Kingdom was the overlord, it was shrouded in an aura of death. This aura of death wasn't the usual aura of life and death, but a type of comprehension. It was a type of comprehension that had lost all changes and vitality.
"The Rosefinch Kingdom is probably at the end of its road …" Wang Lin raised his head and looked into the distance. It was the direction of the Rosefinch Kingdom.
Two days later, the Soul Refining Sect's Tournament began. Tens of thousands of outer disciples were set up in hundreds of battle arenas. Every day, there would be several battles.
Among these outer disciples, there were rogue cultivators and people from cultivation clans. They came to the Soul Refining Sect for this day.
There was only one rule for the Soul Refining Sect's outer disciples' Tournament. As long as one could win, the loser's life and death didn't matter. The winner could kill whoever they wanted. As long as they had the ability, the sect wouldn't interfere even if they had to kill everyone.
In fact, there was even a rumor circulating among the outer disciples that the more people a participant killed, the greater the chance of being chosen. If there was a strong person who could kill his way through and leave no survivors, then his chances of entering the inner court would reach an unbelievable height.
This rumor would spread during every competition. In fact, many years ago, a killing star had appeared among the outer disciples. He had fought his way all the way to the final battle. Although he had failed, he had still been accepted into the inner sect.
That time, when they made an exception, the rumor seemed to have grown wings and quickly spread.
In every competition, less than half of the tens of thousands of outer disciples would survive!
There was no exception!
The remaining participants in the competition would have to pay more Spirit Stones to keep their outer disciple status, so that they could enter the inner sect in the next competition.
Over the countless years, no one knew how many outer disciples had died in the competition.
No one knew how many souls had been added to the Soul Refining Sect's soul banner after each competition …. The Soul Refining Sect continued to grow stronger in this cruel way.
Every day, large numbers of outer disciples died. The hundreds of battle arenas were filled with rivers of blood.
Wang Lin had been observing for the past few days. Every time someone died, that person's soul would be absorbed by the arena and disappear.
Today was the day Wang Lin stepped onto the arena. He silently floated up and landed on the left side of the arena.
A black-robed Core Formation cultivator, the Inner Sect disciple in charge of the arena, looked coldly at Wang Lin. From what he could tell, Wang Lin's cultivation base was about the same as his own. It was rare for outer disciples to have such a cultivation base. "8972, prepare to fight!" he said.
A roar could be heard from the surrounding disciples. Next, a short, fat man leaped up into the air and landed on the arena like a giant meatball. Without a word, he performed a double-handed incantation gesture, causing numerous fireballs to appear in front of him. They looked like a rain of fire as they shot toward Wang Lin.
"Late Foundation Establishment …." Wang Lin shook his head. In order to enter the Inner Sect, he had set his cultivation base at the mid Core Formation stage. With a wave of his hand, he leaped off the arena.
As he did, the short, fat cultivator's body trembled, and the fireballs vanished. His head lolled to the side, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Wang Lin didn't kill him. Killing a Foundation Establishment junior was too shameful.
As time passed, a large number of outer disciples died. Seven days later, of the tens of thousands of outer disciples, only 100 made it to the next round. Half of them had died.
The rest had either given up early, or both sides were heavily injured. That was why they didn't die.
During these seven days, four outer disciples caught the attention of the Soul Refining Sect.
Among the four, one of them was an old man with a head full of gray hair. He was at the late stage of Core Formation. Along the way, everyone he met was killed by him using the same spell. This spell seemed to be some kind of magical ability. All he had to do was point at them and say the word "die", and they would immediately die.
The moment Wang Lin saw this magic, he immediately thought of the Ji Realm!
He was startled, but upon closer inspection, he realized that although this divine ability was similar to the Ji Realm, it was completely different.
"Death Spell?" After pondering for a bit, Wang Lin guessed the name of this spell.
Back in the Sea of Devils, his Ji Realm was mistaken for this spell. That was when Wang Lin learned about the Death Spell.
The Death Spell was very difficult to cultivate. In his 500 years of cultivation, this was the first time Wang Lin had seen someone use it.
The other person was a short, skinny young man. Although his cultivation level was only at the early stage of Core Formation, he had the intuition of a wild beast. He was always able to sense the fluctuations of spiritual energy before the opponent used it and was able to react accordingly.
If he was facing a high level cultivator, this intuition wouldn't be of much use. However, against people of the same level, it was like he knew the secrets of the heavens.
Even with Wang Lin's mental fortitude, the moment he saw this young man, he couldn't help but want to take him as a disciple. However, he gave up on that idea in the end.
The third person was someone Wang Lin was familiar with. This person was the brute from cave 743. This person had a treasure, a talisman. When he used it, he killed countless people along the way. Everyone he fought was killed.
As for the last person, it was Wang Lin himself. He casually killed all the disciples he met along the way and knocked them out with a wave of his hand. As a result, he naturally attracted the attention of others.
However, this was something that Wang Lin did on purpose. As long as others noticed him, they wouldn't be surprised if he obtained the right to enter the inner sect.
As for Liu Mei, Wang Lin believed that she had a purpose in contacting him. Even if she didn't show up at the competition, she would have a way to enter the inner sect.
Time quickly passed and another seven days passed. The 100 chosen disciples once again underwent a cruel elimination. In the end, only four people remained.
Coincidentally, the remaining four people were the ones that the Soul Refining Sect was paying attention to.
Today, it was time for Wang Lin to go on stage. He stood on the stage and stared at Xiu Tu. A strange smile appeared on his face.
The person who went on stage was none other than the brute from cave 743.
The person in charge of this competition was an early stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the Soul Refining Sect. He was middle-aged with gray hair. He scanned the crowd and coldly said, "Let's begin."
The moment he finished speaking, the brute bitterly smiled. He sighed in his heart and quickly said, "I admit defeat!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator was startled. He looked at the brute and said,
"You admit defeat?"
The brute quickly nodded and said, "I admit defeat."
Then, he quickly walked off the stage. His heart was pounding. He thought to himself, "I still have that kid's restriction in my body. I have to admit defeat. Otherwise, with just a thought from my opponent, I will be crippled without even needing to make a move."
After getting off the stage, he immediately looked at Wang Lin with a flattering expression.
Wang Lin smiled. He shook his head and walked off the stage.
The Nascent Soul cultivator gave Wang Lin a meaningful look. He didn't say anything and continued to host the next match.
The battle between the old man who mastered the death spell and the young man with terrifying instincts was extremely fast.
The young man couldn't resist the power of the death spell at all. Just as he was about to die, a ray of light suddenly flew out from the Soul Refining Sect and saved him.
Now, there were only two people left in the outer disciple competition. Wang Lin and the old man named Sima.
The battle between the two began on the second day.
On the stage, Sima's expression was gloomy. He had cultivated the death spell for many years just for this moment. Once he won, he would become an inner disciple of the Soul Refining Sect. He believed that he would one day reach the Nascent Soul Stage.
Furthermore, the Soul Refining School's Soul Banner technique was compatible with the Death Curse technique he practiced. According to what his master said, if he practiced the two at the same time, the effects would reach an unimaginable level. It was only a hair's breadth away from the legendary Extreme realm that had been lost for countless years!
Thinking about his master, Sima's eyes revealed a hint of fanaticism. In his eyes, his master was extremely powerful. A Nascent Soul cultivator would immediately collapse when his master said the word "die". Even a Soul Formation cultivator wouldn't be able to escape.
In his opinion, his master's cultivation level was definitely enough to challenge a Soul Transformation old monster.
"The Death Curse Art. Unless the opponent's cultivation far surpasses yours, no one will be able to block it. After many years of research, the Death Curse Art was created by ancient cultivators after they studied the might of the Extreme Realm. If you can cultivate it to the extreme, you might even be able to obtain a trace of the might of the Extreme Realm."
His master's words echoed in his ears. Sima's eyes were filled with determination as he looked at his last opponent.
He didn't care about the young man named Qing Mu at all. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he pointed with his right hand.
"Die!"
The Death Curse Art poured out of his mouth as he spoke.
"1,500 votes, and the third update will be delivered!"
"600 votes now, it will reach 750 tomorrow, and the third update will be delivered. 150 votes, which is 75 votes!"
"Also, don't worry, everyone. The depressing period is over. Next, the Soul Refining Sect will be very exciting. There will be fortuitous encounters, treasures, etc. The Soul Refining Sect will not disappoint everyone."
Especially the soul banner. After learning how to refine a soul banner with wandering souls, it will become even more powerful. Together with the restriction banner, they will become Wang Lin's two greatest banners. Of course, there will be a third banner, which will be Wang Lin's main treasure. "
(To be continued)