Wang Lin didn't speak but looked at Murong Yun.
Mo Yunhai's heart skipped a beat.
Murong Yun faintly smiled and clasped his hands. "Junior Murong Yun greets senior."
Mo Yunhai softly said, "Do you know the way to enter the inner region?"
Murong Yun nodded and smiled. "Senior Mo, I do know, but senior needs to promise to bring junior inside. If senior agrees, then I'll tell you everything I know."
Mo Yunhai's eyes lit up and he said, "Speak. The Old Man agrees!"
Murong Yun's eyes revealed joy and he said, "Junior will lead the way. There is an altar there; it is the only path to the inner region."
Mo Yunhai asked, "Is there any danger there?"
Murong Yun quickly replied, "There is. I personally saw several eight-leaf shamans die there. However, there were four of them, and the first to enter didn't encounter any danger."
Mo Yunhai frowned. He looked at Wang Lin and clasped his hands.
"Fellow cultivator Ceng, what do you think?"
Wang Lin faintly smiled at Murong Yun and then said to Mo Yunhai, "If we work together, even if we can't pass through, we should be able to keep ourselves alive!"
Mo Yunhai laughed and nodded. He said to Murong Yun, "Brat, lead the way!"
Murong Yun quickly nodded. He looked at Wang Lin and wryly smiled. "Senior is not a Soul Formation cultivator. Junior didn't recognize you before, so I hope senior won't take offense."
With that, he flew in front with Mo Yunhai behind him. Mo Yunhai signaled to Wang Lin and the two of them followed behind him.
As for the ugly woman, she hesitated for a moment before following after them.
Although Murong Yun's speed was fast, in Mo Yunhai's eyes, it was still too slow. Half an hour later, Mo Yunhai let out a snort. He jumped up and grabbed Murong Yun. He turned to Wang Lin and said, "Fellow Daoist Ceng, you and I will take one each and use our full speed to reach the altar as soon as possible. Otherwise, once the Cultivation Planet Crystal shatters, we will all die here."
As he spoke, he grabbed Murong Yun and increased his speed. He turned into a shooting star and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered and he waved his right hand. The ugly woman was immediately enveloped by a strange force, and Wang Lin carried her off into the distance.
"Senior, are you Ceng Niu?" That woman stood beside Wang Lin, and a delicate fragrance floated over, drilling into Wang Lin's nose.
Wang Lin looked straight ahead, his eyes calm as he said, "It's me."
The woman pondered for a bit. After a while, she suddenly said, "Senior, be careful of Murong Yun." After she said that, she didn't say another word.
Wang Lin and Mo Yunhai's speed was very fast. Under Murong Yun's lead, they quickly crossed the plain and flew off into the distance.
Three days later, an endless mountain range appeared on the ground. A black mist covered the mountain range. The black mist churned and surged, giving off a strange feeling.
On the west side of the mountain range, there was a mountain peak. This mountain peak was very high and pierced through the black fog. Only half of the mountain could be seen.
Under Murong Yun's lead, Mo Yunhai charged into the black fog and flew toward the top of the mountain. Wang Lin followed. He swept the area with his divine sense and his eyes lit up.
Inside the black fog, Wang Lin spat out a ray of black light. This ray of black light immediately disappeared into the black fog.
Then he slapped his bag of holding and took out another item. With a shake, that item also disappeared into the black fog. He did all of this casually, so the woman next to him didn't notice anything. The difference in their cultivation levels was too great, so if Wang Lin wanted to hide it, there was no way the woman would notice.
The mountain in the black fog was a little blurry, as if it was wrapped in a layer of black muslin, giving it a hazy charm. At the top of the mountain was a huge platform, and on the platform was a black altar that was about a hundred feet wide.
The altar was in the shape of a tower, and at the top of the flight of stairs was a circular depression. A black gas drifted out from there and quickly merged with the surrounding fog.
Mo Yunhai grabbed Murong Yun and leaped up, landing on the platform from midair.
Wang Lin landed after him.
He saw that there were many dried up blood stains on the platform, and a fishy smell filled the area. There were also howls coming from the black fog that sounded like the cries of ghosts.
After Wang Lin landed, he let go of the woman. His eyes lit up and he looked around. This place was very different from the place Situ Nan said it was.
The altar Situ Nan said was inside a valley, not on top of this mountain. His eyes became cold for an instant.
Mo Yunhai spread out his divine sense and looked around. He pointed at the altar and said, "Junior Murong, is this the altar you were talking about?"
Murong Yun quickly nodded and said with certainty, "Senior, this is the place. However, senior, be careful. Aside from the first person to enter, all of the eight-leaf shamans from the Forsaken Immortal Clan died mysteriously when they reached the top of the altar."
Mo Yunhai looked at Murong Yun, then his right hand reached out and grabbed Murong Yun again. He placed his right hand on the top of Murong Yun's head. His eyes revealed a demonic light and he whispered, "Soul search technique!"
Murong Yun let out a miserable groan and his body began to tremble. Mo Yunhai's demonic eyes became brighter and brighter. Finally, Murong Yun's body trembled and he let go.
Murong Yun was like a pile of mud as he fell to the ground. His body released a deathly aura and he remained motionless.
"Fellow cultivator Ceng, this person didn't lie!"
Mo Yunhai jumped onto the altar and shouted, "Fellow cultivator Ceng, I'll go down to scout the way. I ask fellow cultivator to protect me!"
"Okay!" Wang Lin's eyes revealed a hint of mockery.
Mo Yunhai's figure was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the top of the altar. As he stood there, his expression suddenly became strange. His eyes revealed a strange light as he looked down at the depression in the altar.
After a while, his eyes revealed a hint of joy and he laughed. "It really is here. Fellow cultivator Ceng, I'll be going first!" With that, he stepped into the depression and disappeared in a flash.
The ugly woman hesitated for a bit. She looked at Murong Yun and then at Wang Lin without saying a word.
Wang Lin sneered. He didn't look at the altar but at Murong Yun. He flicked his finger and a spiritual art flew out toward Murong Yun's forehead.
The moment the spiritual art landed, Murong Yun opened his eyes. He raised his right hand and grabbed the spiritual art. With a squeeze, the spiritual art collapsed. He stood up and looked at Wang Lin. His face was covered in black gas and his originally handsome face had become ferocious.
"When did you find out?!" He stared at Wang Lin and his voice contained a mysterious force.
Wang Lin's gaze was calm as he said, "I can tell you, but you have to answer a few questions."
Murong Yun's eyes lit up and he said in a sinister tone, "Interesting. Answer me first."
Wang Lin calmly said, "Most cultivators are obsessed with cleanliness. They usually keep a few extra sets of clothes in their storage bags. It's very rare for them to see you in such a sorry state."
Murong Yun sneered and said, "Just because of this?"
Wang Lin's expression remained the same as he stared at Murong Yun and said, "Of course there are other reasons. Now I want to know, what are you?"
"I'm formed from a fate soul!
Tell me what other reasons there are! "Murong Yun coldly snorted.
"Your clothes are too old. They don't look like something a cultivator would wear when they just entered this place.
What is your motive? "Wang Lin asked.
"I don't have a motive. I just don't want you to obtain the Cultivation Planet Crystal.
Also, are these the only two reasons you mentioned? "
Murong Yun frowned.
Wang Lin sighed and shook his head. "The last reason is because of the pattern on your clothes …" At this point, Wang Lin's right hand suddenly moved. The celestial force in his body surged. In an instant, a celestial art containing celestial force appeared before Wang Lin. As he raised his right hand, the celestial art whistled through the air and descended on Murong Yun.
Murong Yun sneered. His body didn't move, but the moment the celestial spell landed on his body, his entire body dissipated into wisps of black smoke. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the surrounding black fog.
Wang Lin didn't chase after him. Instead, his eyes flashed with mockery. A scream came from the black fog and black smoke quickly flew back and reformed into Murong Yun. At this moment, Murong Yun's expression was extremely ugly. He looked around, stared at Wang Lin, and said, "You're not an ordinary Soul Transformation cultivator!"
A 30-meter-long banner floated out from the black fog. The banner was about 30 meters long. When it spread out, it looked like a wave. A large amount of souls were moving in and out of the banner. More than 10 primary souls were flickering inside the black fog. Their gazes were all locked onto Murong Yun.
Among these primary souls, there was a golden-purple Qilin. Its huge eyes were filled with a fierce glow.
On the way to Rosefinch Mountain with Situ Nan, Wang Lin refined the one-billion-soul soul banner again. He merged all the soul banners into the one-billion-soul soul banner. Li Yuanfeng and the remnant soul of the Qilin had become the primary souls of the one-billion-soul soul banner!
At this moment, there were a total of 28 primary souls inside the one-billion-soul soul banner!
"Do you think you can trap me like this?!"
Murong Yun sneered. His body suddenly charged forward and turned into countless strands of black smoke that crazily tried to drill into Wang Lin's nose and mouth.
Wang Lin retreated. His eyes were cold as he raised his right hand and pointed forward. He softly said, "Seal!"
All of a sudden, another large flag appeared within the black fog. The flag waved through the air, and countless restrictions surged forth in a frenzy from all directions, forming an inescapable net that sealed the countless thin threads together. The ball was around the height of a grown man, and it rapidly shrank to the size of a fist in the end.
This ball was formed by restrictions. Rows of densely packed restrictions completely sealed the thin threads inside.