A weak scream came from behind him, followed by a burst of happy laughter. Although this laughter didn't say anything, in Wang Lin's ears, it clearly contained a sentence.
"Someone is playing with me …" Wang Lin's expression was gloomy. He looked at the particle in his hand and scanned it with his divine sense. There was a force blocking his divine sense from entering. Wang Lin frowned and activated the celestial spiritual energy in his body. He infused his divine sense with celestial spiritual energy and scanned the particle. He immediately broke the restriction on the particle and entered it.
The moment Wang Lin's divine sense entered the particle, the sound of a mirror shattering entered Wang Lin's mind. Shortly after, a small crack appeared on the particle and a green flame appeared in Wang Lin's palm.
Looking at this flame, Wang Lin's body trembled.
"Life soul!"
This was a mortal's life soul and it contained a trace of the fire attribute. Anyone with this life soul couldn't cultivate and could only be a mortal.
"The scorched earth is made up of these particles, and each particle is a Life Soul. All the Life Souls in there should be Life Souls of mortals who can't cultivate. That child is the fusion of countless Life Souls, forming a unified spirit body … No wonder the might of the Celestial Sword couldn't destroy it.
Wang Lin's expression became even more gloomy. He looked at the green flame and placed it into the particle. The moment the life soul entered the particle, the crack on the particle immediately closed and returned to normal.
He waved his right hand and the particle was no longer restricted. It immediately flew out and quickly flew toward the scorched earth.
"Situ Nan once said that this life soul was inside the Cultivation Planet Crystal. Why did I encounter a life soul the moment I entered this place … Could my life soul also be inside this creature …"
Wang Lin frowned and flew forward.
Rosefinch's Tomb was too big. After leaving the scorched earth, Wang Lin quickly picked a direction and flew forward.
The terrain of Rosefinch's Tomb was no different from the outside world. There were mountains and rivers, and the spiritual energy here was very dense. It was many times denser than the outside world. Even the spirit gathering formations of some sects couldn't achieve this.
Three days later, Wang Lin's figure turned into a meteor and flew at a low altitude. He didn't stop to rest at all during these three days as he quickly flew toward the depths of the tomb.
However, during these three days, even though Wang Lin's divine sense was spread out, he still couldn't find the end of the tomb. At this moment, he was flying on a plain. There were countless green grass growing on the plain, and he couldn't see the end of it.
In these three days, he didn't see a single cultivator!
As he was flying, Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed. He turned around and saw two rays of light flying toward him. One of them was a man and the other was a woman. When they saw Wang Lin, they immediately stopped.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up. He moved his mind and hid his cultivation, making him look like a cultivator that had just reached the Soul Formation stage.
The two divine senses scanned Wang Lin's body. Then, the two relaxed and slowly flew toward Wang Lin.
When they were a few hundred feet away from Wang Lin, the two stopped. They didn't look very old. The man was a young man wearing a green robe. This green robe was a bit tattered, and there were even some black blood stains on it. There was also a strange pattern on his sleeve; it was clearly the symbol of a sect.
As for the woman, she was a bit ugly. Her face was covered in countless small pits. If a mortal saw her at night, they would definitely think she was a ghost.
Although she wasn't beautiful, her figure was quite attractive. She was wearing a very clean white dress, and if one didn't look at her face, they would have a certain charm.
The two of them stopped a few hundred feet away. The young man clasped his hands at Wang Lin and said, "I am Murong Yun. May I know your name?"
Wang Lin's expression was normal as he smiled. "I am Qing Mu."
The name Qing Mu was something Wang Lin used when he first entered the Soul Refining Sect.
Wang Lin could see the cultivation of the man and woman in front of him at a glance. The young man was at the mid Soul Formation stage, while the woman was at the early Soul Formation stage. If they were outside of Rosefinch's tomb, they could be considered experts. However, inside Rosefinch's tomb, especially after a large number of eliminations, they seemed a bit weak.
The reason they were able to enter this place was because they were in the country when Rosefinch's tomb opened. They were among the first to enter. Otherwise, with their cultivation, if they arrived a few days after Rosefinch's tomb opened, they definitely wouldn't have had a chance to enter.
Murong Yun carefully looked at Wang Lin and said, "Fellow cultivator, I'm afraid you've only just reached the Soul Formation stage, right?"
The woman next to him looked at Wang Lin coldly.
Wang Lin faintly smiled and said, "That's right, I've only just reached the Soul Formation stage."
Murong Yun carefully looked at Wang Lin. After confirming that Wang Lin was really at the early stage of Soul Formation, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Fellow cultivator, this place is too dangerous.
"Fellow Daoist, this place is too dangerous. Why don't we team up? With more people, we'll have a higher chance of retrieving the Fate Soul."
Wang Lin pondered a bit and said, "From fellow cultivator's tone, it sounds like you're more confident in retrieving the soul piece?" As Wang Lin spoke, his eyes lit up an almost undetectable amount.
Murong Yun laughed and said, "Fellow cultivator Qing Mu, you don't know this, but I was one of the first to enter. I personally saw how Qian Feng and the eight-leaf shamans of the Forsaken Immortal Clan entered Rosefinch's tomb. If it wasn't for the fact that my cultivation level wasn't high enough, I would have entered Rosefinch's tomb as well."
"Oh?" Wang Lin faintly smiled and said, "I wonder how Qian Feng and company managed to enter?"
Murong Yun mysteriously smiled and said, "I can only tell brother Qing Mu that the entrance is an altar. I personally saw them search for a long time before they finally entered the altar. However, the location of the altar is very remote and very dangerous. If we have more people and go together, our chances of success will be much higher."
Wang Lin's eyes were calm as he looked at the person and nodded with a smile.
"Don't waste words, let's go!"
As the two of them talked, the woman next to Murong Yun coldly said. With that, she flew forward.
Murong Yun looked at the woman's back and shook his head with regret. "From the back, she looks like a peerless beauty. Unfortunately …"
With that, he clasped his hands at Wang Lin and followed.
Wang Lin rubbed his chin as he slowly followed behind the two of them. He would occasionally look at Murong Yun, especially at the tattoo on Murong Yun's sleeve and the bloodstain that had turned black. He pondered for a long time.
As they flew, Wang Lin calmly asked, "Fellow cultivator Murong, what kind of danger is lurking around the altar?"
Murong Yun's eyes revealed a hint of fear. He took a deep breath and said, "I only saw from afar that three of the Forsaken Immortal Clan's eight-leaf shamans died there!
In addition, two Soul Transformation old monsters also died there. Until they died, I didn't see any enemies. "
Wang Lin revealed a smile that wasn't a smile. He faintly smiled and said, "Fellow cultivator Murong's luck is pretty good."
Murong Yun was startled. He wryly smiled and said, "I was far away and ran very fast, so I wasn't affected. However, there is one thing I'm sure of: there is a very powerful existence there that is very dangerous. We need more people to have a chance of entering."
Wang Lin looked at Murong Yun. He revealed a strange smile and no longer spoke.
Murong Yun's heart sank. He carefully looked at Wang Lin again before turning around and continuing to fly.
The three of them were very fast. With the ugly woman in the lead, they passed through the plain. At noon the next day, the woman stopped and looked into the distance. She coldly said, "You're not a good person.
"There is one person ahead!"
Just as she finished speaking, a ray of sword light swept over from the distance. As the sword light closed in on her, a cold aura instantly enveloped the surroundings.
A white flying sword whistled through the air. There was a person standing on the sword. This person was an old man in gray robes. His hair was white, but his eyes were like lightning. At this moment, his face was gloomy, and he would occasionally look behind him.
Wang Lin's eyes were like a torch. He immediately saw that there was a twisting bolt of lightning chasing after the old man. This bolt of lightning seemed to have intelligence; it was like a silver dragon chasing after the old man.
While chasing, the old man on the flying sword looked at Murong Yun's group of three. His gaze finally fell on Wang Lin and he let out a soft exclamation of surprise.
Wang Lin had seen this old man before. He was one of the 16 Soul Transformation cultivators at the bottom of Rosefinch Mountain. His cultivation level was at the early stage of Soul Transformation.
He didn't stop and quickly said, "Fellow cultivator, quickly retreat. This thing is very strange!"
At this moment, Murong Yun seemed to casually sweep a glance at the lightning bolt that was chasing after the old man. This glance was completely ordinary, but the lightning bolt immediately came to a halt. A dissatisfied roar rang out from within, before it suddenly turned around and flew backwards, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
This happened very quickly. If it wasn't for the fact that Wang Lin had been paying special attention to Murong Yun, he wouldn't have noticed this.
The bolt of lightning quickly disappeared and the old man on the flying sword was startled. He stopped and looked behind him. After a while, he frowned.
Murong Yun walked up a few feet and respectfully clasped his hands. "Junior Murong Yun greets senior."
The old man coldly looked at Murong Yun but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Wang Lin and clasped his hands. "Fellow cultivator Ceng, thank you!"
He thought for a long time but couldn't guess why the thing chasing them had left. In the end, he guessed that it had something to do with Ceng Niu. After all, Ceng Niu was very famous, so he must have some spells.
The moment the words "fellow cultivator Ceng" came out, the ugly woman suddenly turned around and carefully looked at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin faintly smiled and shook his head. "It wasn't me."
The old man's eyes lit up and he smiled. "Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm Mo Yunhai. Does fellow cultivator Ceng have any clues about how to enter this place?"