He opened his mouth and swallowed. The Celestial Sealing Stamp turned into a weak, golden light and entered Wang Lin's mouth. It was refined by the power of thunder inside his origin soul.
"If this thing stays inside my origin soul for a long time, it will be contaminated with some of the power of Thunder!"
After swallowing the Celestial Sealing Stamp, Wang Lin's eyes lit up. He slapped his bag of holding and three small, purple flags flew out. These three flags were wrapped together and there were flashes of restrictions on them.
Back then, the messenger of the Thunder Celestial Temple was sealed by Wang Lin along with these three small flags.
Wang Lin's hand formed a seal and the restrictions on the three flags disappeared. The moment they completely disappeared, the origin soul of the messenger of the Thunder Celestial Temple rushed out. It was filled with fear and was about to teleport away.
There was a flash of coldness in Wang Lin's eyes. He slapped his bag of holding and the soul flag flew out. It turned into a large amount of black fog and immediately devoured the origin soul of the messenger of the Thunder Celestial Temple.
The messenger of the Thunder Celestial Temple screamed and struggled inside the black fog. "Fellow Cultivator, don't kill me. I'll use a great treasure to exchange for my life, a great treasure!!"
Wang Lin's expression was cold as he slowly said, "What great treasure!?"
The origin soul of the messenger of the Thunder Celestial Temple immediately said, "Luo Tian Stone. I know where to find the Luo Tian Stone. If Fellow Cultivator promises to let me go, I'll immediately take you there!"
Wang Lin's expression was expressionless as he looked at the origin soul. His right hand formed a seal and the black fog immediately devoured the origin soul and sealed it inside the soul flag.
"Luo Tian Stone …" Wang Lin pondered a bit and no longer thought about this matter. His gaze fell on the three small flags in the air. He reached out and the three small flags landed in his hand. He spat out a mouthful of origin energy to erase the divine sense imprint on the flags. After imprinting his own divine sense on them, Wang Lin began to carefully ponder them.
"This is a rare defensive artifact!"
After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He raised his hand and threw out the three small flags. With a thought, the three small flags immediately began to spin around his body. A moment later, a purple mist vortex appeared. The power it emitted had a certain degree of protection.
The Yuan Power in Wang Lin's body circulated, surging out of his body and into the purple vortex. In an instant, a drastic change occurred. The speed of the purple mist vortex instantly increased by several times. Not only that, the mist became even thicker. As it spread, it seemed to have enveloped Wang Lin's entire body, completely surrounding him.
Three breaths later, the mist dissipated. Wang Lin made a curling motion with his right hand, collecting the three flags and placing them back into his bag of holding.
"This treasure is quite powerful!" Wang Lin patted his storage pouch and two yellow paper talismans appeared in his hand.
Even now, Wang Lin still couldn't see through the use of these two talismans. After carefully looking at them, Wang Lin put them away.
After taking a deep breath, Wang Lin's eyes shined brightly. His expression was extremely serious as his divine sense spread out to cover the surrounding five kilometers. After making sure there were no clues, he slapped his bag of holding.
There was a flash of golden light and celestial spiritual energy filled the area. A palm-sized pavilion appeared in Wang Lin's palm. Staring at the item in his hand, even now, Wang Lin's heart still beat faster. His heart pounded as he stared at the pavilion.
"If I were to talk about my biggest gain in the Thunder Celestial Realm, it would be this!
Collection Pavilion! "
Wang Lin licked his lips. Ever since he obtained this, he hadn't dared to take it out. After all, this treasure was simply too precious!
"How many celestial spells are there in total …" There was a hint of excitement in Wang Lin's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
"With my cultivation level, I can only enter the fourth floor. Even though the white-robed female corpse entered the ninth floor, I can't break the restriction to obtain the celestial spells inside.
"Moreover, this item is too precious, so there might be a restriction on the number of times I can enter it. Right now, this place isn't completely safe, so I can't casually study it."
Wang Lin suppressed the desire in his heart, took a deep breath, and carefully put the Collection Pavilion into his bag of holding. However, after a bit of hesitation, he took it out again. He used the rune he learned in the past to make the Collection Pavilion shrink until it was the size of a fingernail.
Then he took out an empty bag of holding and put the Collection Pavilion inside. He opened his shirt, cut his chest, and inserted the bag of holding into his flesh. Then he cycled his origin energy and the wound quickly healed.
"This way, no one will know where the Collection Pavilion is!" Wang Lin touched his chest and revealed a smile.
He still had several bags of holding on him, and they were all filled with celestial jades. The amount of celestial jades was simply too large, and they were all obtained in the Thunder Celestial Realm.
After nearly two months of time, Wang Lin organized his harvest from the Thunder Celestial Realm.
"It is time to leave!"
Wang Lin stood up and jumped into the air. The mosquito beast let out a cheerful roar as it flew over. It carried Wang Lin under its body and charged toward the buildings in the distance.
The Thunder Toad on the ground rolled its eyes and leaped into the air. The ground trembled as it followed the mosquito beast down below.
Just as they closed in on the Chosen Immortal Clan's residence, Wang Lin's expression became serious. He saw that all the members of the Chosen Immortal Clan were kneeling in a large square. Even the children and women were there.
At the center of the square, there was a 30-foot-tall wooden statue with a person lying on it. It was Ta Shan!
Ta Shan's face was ashen and his eyes were dim. It was as if he could die at any moment. A dense death aura surrounded his body, indicating that he was on the verge of death.
Seeing this, Wang Lin silently pondered. Two months ago, Wang Lin saw that Ta Shan was like a dried up oil lamp. The slave symbol on Ta Shan's body was very powerful. This kind of slave symbol was passed down from his bloodline and couldn't be resisted.
Ta Shan could be said to be the first person to rebel, but the price was the backlash from the symbol on his body. It was impossible for him to continue living.
He had persisted for two months, but today, he had reached the end and could no longer survive.
Beside Ta Shan, the Chosen Immortal Clan ancestor's face was filled with sorrow as he stared at Ta Shan. Two lines of tears flowed down his face.
The old man softly said, "Grandson …"
He hadn't called Ta Shan by this name for a very long time.
The surroundings were completely silent, but there was a powerful sense of sadness. All of the clan members looked at Ta Shan with sadness in their silence.
"Ta Shan …"
"Ta Shan …"
Whispers came from the mouths of the Chosen Immortal Clan members one by one. These voices gradually fused together to form one word. This was the only voice in the hearts of the entire Chosen Immortal Clan.
"Ta Shan!"
In their hearts, Ta Shan was the hero of the Chosen Immortal Clan. When no one could resist the slave symbol, only Ta Shan, with his unyielding attitude, proved to everyone that the slave symbol wasn't invincible!
Although the price of resistance was his life … Tashan's mind was already in a trance at this moment. His dim eyes looked at the sky. Vaguely, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood, listening to his clansmen constantly talking in his ears.
"The celestials are the lords of our clan. Every member of our Chosen Immortal Clan must dedicate their lives to the celestials. This is our mission and our pride … We are the messengers of the celestials in this world … This is our glory!"
Tears flowed down from the corners of Ta Shan's eyes. He hated this world for being unfair, hated all the celestials!
Wang Lin's body fell from the sky and he silently stood at the edge of the square.
The old man looked at Ta Shan and fiercely clenched his teeth. He suddenly turned around and looked at the surrounding clan members. With an ancient voice, he loudly said, "Fellow clan members, Ta Shan is right. We have guarded this place for generations, but what did we get in return?
It was the fog beast, the fog beast that killed so many of our clan members!
All of this was caused by the celestials. In the eyes of the celestials, we were only food to feed the fog beast!! "
The surroundings were completely silent as all of the clan members silently looked at the old man. There was a force brewing and accumulating inside their bodies … "Ta Shan once told me that the celestials no longer exist and that the Celestial Realm from back then has collapsed … After I heard this, I kept it a secret and didn't tell any of my clan members. However, today, I'm going to say it!" The old man's eyes revealed a strange light. This was a gaze filled with madness.
After he spoke, all of the surrounding clan members went into an uproar. This news shocked them greatly, and the force brewing inside their bodies rapidly increased.
"Benefactor, am I right?!" The old man's gaze fell on Wang Lin in the distance.
At this instant, everyone looked at Wang Lin, waiting for his answer.
Ever since Wang Lin killed the celestial two months ago, the old man had been saying the word "benefactor."
Wang Lin silently pondered. After a moment, he nodded and slowly said, "The Celestial Realm has collapsed, and the celestials no longer exist. Even if they do exist, they are extremely rare!
"The Celestial Realm has collapsed, and the celestials have treated our clan like this. Why shouldn't we resist?!
Even if we die, we must die with dignity, just like Ta Shan! "the old man roared in excitement.
His voice was ancient and contained a force that could penetrate the souls of the surrounding clan members. The clan members all looked up, and their eyes shined brightly. This was a gaze of resistance, a determination that they would rather die than become someone else's slave or become food for the fog beast!
"Resist!"
One of the clan members clenched his fists and whispered. After him, more and more voices echoed.
"Resist!"
"Resist!"
The voices rose and fell, and in the end, it almost formed a storm!
Wang Lin silently pondered as he looked at Ta Shan. After a long time, he softly said, "I can make sure he doesn't die!"
Although his voice was soft, when it landed in the ears of the surrounding Chosen Immortal Clan members, especially the old man, his body trembled and his eyes were filled with excitement. He took a few steps forward and stopped 100 feet away from Wang Lin. He knelt on the ground, tears flowed down his face, and said in a trembling voice, "Benefactor, is this true?"
Wang Lin pondered a bit and slowly said, "I'm 50% sure!
However, once my spell succeeds, although Ta Shan won't die, he will become a puppet without consciousness. Whether or not he can recover will depend on himself. "