The Death Curse Art was a technique created by ancient cultivators after they failed to master the Ji Realm. This technique was extremely difficult to master, but compared to the unfathomable Ji Realm, it was much easier to master.
Once mastered, all one needed to do was say the word "death" and the person they were referring to would immediately die.
To cultivate this technique, one needed to combine three energies into one.
The three energies were death energy, Yin energy, and killing intent.
The death energy was formed by absorbing the energy of corpses. Although its attribute was Yin, it contained the intent of death.
The second energy was Yin energy, which was a woman's vital yin. By gathering yin energy, this Yin energy contained business.
The two energies fused together to form a yin glow, which was then combined with the third energy, killing intent!
After fusing the three Qis into one and going through a near-death elimination, the survivor would be able to grasp the Death Curse Art. Once one cultivated the Death Curse Art, they would have to endure unimaginable pain every day and go through a near-death elimination every three years.
After going through a few cycles, the Death Curse Art could be considered to have reached the small success stage. If one continued to cultivate it, the chances of dying would be even higher. After all, this technique mimicked the might of the Ji Realm.
It was much weaker than the Pinnacle Realm, but the danger of cultivating it far exceeded that of the Pinnacle Realm. If one thought about it carefully, the gains would not make up for the losses. Although its attack power was terrifying, as time passed, the number of people who cultivated this technique gradually decreased.
Sima spat out the word "death" and used the Death Curse Art. With a point of his right hand, a strange ripple spread out from the space where his finger pointed.
It was as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to appear in the air.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a strange light. He didn't move and stood in place, feeling the power of the Death Curse Art. Almost at the same time Sima pointed, he felt a trace of cold energy suddenly separate from the spiritual energy in his body.
This cold energy was completely different from the Yellow Springs Ascension Technique. The moment it appeared, another aura appeared from Wang Lin's body.
The appearance of this aura caused Wang Lin to stare in shock. He was extremely familiar with this aura. If it had appeared in his true self's body, he wouldn't have been surprised. However, his current body hadn't killed many people in its life, and yet it was still able to condense killing intent.
Although the killing intent was faint, the moment it appeared, it immediately fused with the Yin Qi, forming an extremely sharp and strange force that entered his Nascent Soul through his body.
However, with Wang Lin's strength, he only needed a single thought to destroy this strange power caused by the Death Curse Art. With a thought, this strange power was instantly frozen by his Origin Soul. Wang Lin carefully observed it for a while. With his understanding of the Limiteer realm, he was able to see through the origin of the Death Curse Art with a single glance.
Although the Death Curse Art was powerful, it was still much weaker than the Extreme Boundary.
The Extreme Realm was a mutated Heavenly Tribulation. Against cultivators of the same level, it could kill them with a single strike.
However, the Death Curse Art was a technique that could kill cultivators with a cultivation level lower than the caster with a single strike. However, against cultivators with a cultivation level higher than the caster, the effect would be minimal.
For example, if a cultivator with a cultivation level of the mid stage of the Core Formation Stage used this technique, they would be able to dominate anyone below the mid stage of the Core Formation Stage. Even if they didn't succeed, they would still be able to shock their opponent.
However, against cultivators of the late stage of the Core Formation Stage, this technique would be of little use. If one wasn't careful, they could even suffer the backlash.
The difference between the Extreme Boundary and the Limiteer realm was too big.
Wang Lin shook his head. Although the Death Curse Art was mysterious, it was of no use to him. With a thought, the strange power of the Death Curse Art disappeared from his body.
The moment it disappeared, Sima's body trembled and revealed a look of disbelief. He coughed out a large mouthful of blood and his eyes became dull. The Death Curse Art had been destroyed. With his cultivation level, he wasn't able to suppress the backlash from the Death Curse Art. His body shook and he fell to the ground.
Just then, a ray of light flew out from the Soul Refining Sect. It wrapped around Sima's body and dragged him into the Inner Sect.
Without any suspense, Wang Lin was the winner of this competition.
The inner disciple who was hosting this competition clasped his hands at Wang Lin and smiled. "I am Wang Zhen. The next time we meet, I will have to call you junior brother. Qing Mu, come with me to see the elder."
Wang Lin smiled and nodded. The two of them turned into rays of light and flew toward the Inner Sect of the Soul Refining Sect.
The Inner Sect of the Soul Refining Sect was a world of its own. The moment they passed through the Inner Sect's formation, Wang Lin saw an endless mountain range. There were three ferocious looking peaks that pierced the sky.
"These three peaks are where the three Inner Sects of the Soul Refining Sect are located. They are the Soul Refining Sect, the Soul Extracting Sect, and the Soul Sealing Sect."
Wang Zhen introduced as they flew.
Wang Lin nodded his head and looked at the three peaks.
Behind the three peaks were huge golden halos. The halos seemed to contain their own world. From afar, they emitted a golden light that lit up the entire Inner Sect of the Soul Refining Sect.
"The nine golden halos are where the nine Soul Formation Stage seniors of the Soul Refining Sect cultivate.
One day, I will also reach the Soul Formation Stage and become the tenth Golden Halo! "Wang Zhen's eyes revealed a hint of fanatical reverence.
Wang Lin glanced at the golden halos. He could clearly feel the boundless spiritual energy coming from the nine halos.
"If I recover my cultivation, none of the Soul Formation Stage cultivators in the nine halos will be a match for me." Wang Lin's eyes were calm.
Wang Zhen turned around and said, "Qing Mu, you know Ceng Niu, right?"
"Ceng Niu?" Wang Lin's expression was calm as he nodded.
"I've heard of him."
"Back then, our Soul Refining Sect originally had ten Soul Formation Stage cultivators. One of them was killed by Ceng Niu!"
Wang Zhen's eyes revealed a look of reverence as he said, "This Ceng Niu is my goal. One day, I will be like him and become the number one cultivator below the Soul Transformation Stage in Suzaku!"
"Oh?"
Wang Lin was startled. He thought for a long time but couldn't remember when he had killed a Soul Formation Stage cultivator from the Soul Refining Sect.
Wang Zhen said, "Not many people know about this. That Soul Formation Stage ancestor traveled to other countries. Unfortunately, he got into an argument with Ceng Niu and was killed by Ceng Niu."
Wang Lin rubbed his nose. He really couldn't remember such a thing.
Wang Zhen sighed, "This Ceng Niu disappeared at the right time. Our ancestor, Dun Tian, is already preparing to find him and ask him why."
"Ancestor Dun Tian?" Wang Lin's eyes lit up.
Wang Zhen said, "There's no harm in telling you about this. You will become an inner disciple anyway. Our Soul Refining Sect has two Soul Transformation Stage ancestors, and one of them is Dun Tian.
Do you see that golden hoop? Behind that golden hoop, there are two blood-colored hoop. Those are the places where the two ancestors secluded themselves, "Wang Zhen said.
Wang Lin looked up. He could vaguely see a trace of blood behind the nine golden rings.
As the two talked, they arrived at the Soul Refining Mountain. At the top of the mountain, there was a hall made of blue stone. Wang Zhen stopped outside the hall and said, "Qing Mu, go in. The elder will arrange things for you inside."
Wang Lin nodded. His expression was calm as he walked into the main hall.
The palace was completely dark, and the moment he entered, he felt a pressure. However, this pressure had no effect on Wang Lin. He revealed an expression of being unable to bear the pressure and stopped.
At this moment, the pressure disappeared and an old voice said, "Come forward."
Wang Lin let out a sigh of relief and walked forward.
At this moment, the hall suddenly lit up and green flames began to burn. At the center of the flames was an old man wearing a green robe. He looked at Wang Lin with bright eyes.
This person's cultivation level had reached the peak of the late stage of Nascent Soul. He only needed to comprehend the heavens to reach the Soul Formation stage.
The old man withdrew his gaze from Wang Lin and calmly asked, "What is your name?"
Wang Lin clasped his hands and said respectfully, "Disciple Qing Mu."
The old man's eyes became serious and he asked, "How did you break Sima's death spell?"
Wang Lin's expression was normal as he calmly said, "I hid my cultivation level. In reality, I have reached the peak of the late stage of Core Formation. That death spell naturally couldn't hurt me."
The old man nodded. From what he could see, Qing Mu wasn't lying. He had indeed hidden his cultivation level. The moment Qing Mu entered the hall, the old man could tell that Qing Mu's cultivation level wasn't at the intermediate stage of Core Formation, but at the peak of Core Formation.
The old man's body moved and in the blink of an eye, he arrived before Wang Lin. His right thumb pressed forward as fast as lightning and landed between Wang Lin's eyebrows.
Wang Lin didn't dodge. The moment the old man's thumb touched his forehead, a wave of cold energy entered his body. However, with Wang Lin's primordial spirit, he didn't care at all.
After a while, the old man retracted his thumb. The way he looked at Wang Lin was no longer as cold as before. He said in a low voice, "Old Man, you are the Head Elder of the Soul Refining Peak. Go to the side pavilion and exchange for a disciple's robe and token. You can also go to the Scripture Pavilion of the Soul Refining Peak to choose a technique. You can open up a cave anywhere on this peak.
There is no Master in the Soul Refining Sect. We cultivate on our own. If you have any questions, you can ask me. Go. "
Wang Lin nodded and respectfully turned around to leave.
Not long after he left, two powerful Divine Senses appeared in the hall.
"Junior Brother, how is this person?"
"It's fine!" The old man harrumphed and said.
"Junior Brother, the ancestors have been in seclusion for the past few years. We have to keep a close eye on them. Don't let anyone with ulterior motives sneak in."
"What a joke. Do you think our Soul Refining Sect doesn't have people with ulterior motives?
It doesn't matter if there's one more or one less. Senior Brothers, one out of ten people below the peak has ulterior motives. You should focus on your own matters first. Don't interfere with the matters of the Soul Refining Peak. "The old man's tone was cold.
"Junior Brother, you have a lot of resentment. Hehe, I've chosen the junior with the Precognition Intuition.
The person with the Death Curse Art has been chosen by Junior Brother Soul Lock. The remaining person will be the final winner. Junior Brother, are you still not satisfied? "
"Bullsh * t. Those two people both have their own techniques. This person's cultivation is only slightly higher. How can they be compared?
Senior Brothers, I won't be seeing you off! "The old man said with a troubled expression.
The two Divine Senses let out a burst of laughter and disappeared.
Wang Lin walked on the Soul Refining Peak and withdrew his Divine Sense.
"The Soul Refining Sect and the Earth Refining Cultivators are in seclusion. The Soul Refining Sect is currently guarded by these three people." Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he walked toward the side hall.
After exchanging for a disciple's uniform and a medallion, Wang Lin saw that it was still early and went to the Scripture Pavilion.
(To be continued)