TL: Giant Demon Clan will be used instead of Troll Tribe in the future chapters.
Chi Xiong seemed calm, but in fact, he had a hundred thoughts in his heart.
Luck?
If one could step into the Soul Transformation stage by luck, then there would be countless Soul Transformation masters in this world.
However, Chi Xiong still smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Lin Che is indeed a talented person. Even if he were placed in the Cultivation Alliance on Planet Suzaku, he could definitely be called a strong individual. If he can reach the Ascendant stage in the future, his future will be limitless."
Lin Che nodded naturally and turned to sit on the chair. "Wan'er, sit next to me."
Li Muwan was only at the Foundation Building stage. According to cultivation rankings, she didn't even have the qualifications to be present here. However, with Lin Che around, Li Muwan had the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with Nascent Soul and Diety Transformation masters.
Chi Xiong and Lin Yi were naturally too embarrassed to say anything. Cultivators had always followed the law of the jungle. Only the strong were qualified to survive. The weak had no right to choose their life or death.
Lin Yi took a sip of tea and said indifferently, "The three-month deadline has expired. All disciples, leave the valley!"
As Lin Yi's voice fell, the barrier in Jue Ming Valley was easily opened, and the embarrassed disciples of the major sects walked out with difficulty.
Among them were disciples of the Heng Yue Sect, and it was obvious that their tokens had been snatched away by Wang Lin.
The heads of the major sects were furious when they learned about this and couldn't believe that Wang Lin could snatch all the tokens. It was clearly impossible.
Teng Huayuan in the crowd narrowed his eyes and quickly appeared in front of Jue Ming Valley, staring fiercely at the entrance. "Since you're here, don't hide. You have killed my great-grandson, I, Teng Huayuan, will cut you into pieces."
Lin Yi touched the fat on his chin and said with a smile, "It seems the last person to come out has a grudge with Teng Huayuan. To make a Nascent Soul stage ancestor take action—something big must've happened."
With the leakage of majestic energy, Wang Lin, full of hostility, appeared at the entrance of Jue Ming Valley. At the same time, one could clearly feel his cultivation rapidly increasing. In just a short moment, he had reached the Nascent Soul stage.
While sensing this energy, the Nascent Soul stage ancestors in the field were also surprised. They couldn't believe a Nascent Soul stage expert had emerged from Jue Ming Valley.
"Brother, didn't you say there would be no Nascent Soul stage cultivators in Jue Ming Valley? Why is this man's cultivation at the Nascent Soul stage?"
Li Muwan also stood up and looked at the white-haired young man in the distance, asking with a suspicious face.
Lin Che had already noticed the clues. Of course, not only him—Lin Yi and Chi Xiong also noticed something and discovered that Wang Lin was not a true Nascent Soul stage expert.
At this time, Wang Lin's eyes had turned blood red, his long silver-white hair moved with the wind, and the spiritual power in his body continued to spread outward.
The mountains on both sides burst inch by inch upon contact with this energy!
Teng Huayuan frowned and asked in disbelief, "This is impossible. There can't be a Nascent Soul stage expert in Jue Ming Valley. What did you do?"
Wang Lin said coldly, "You created what I am today. Teng Huayuan, return my parents' souls!"
In an instant, Wang Lin quickly made his move. With the aura of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he shocked all the Nascent Soul experts in Zhao Kingdom for a moment. Teng Huayuan was frightened and immediately retreated to dodge Wang Lin's attack.
Teng Huayuan stepped back and spread out his right hand. Suddenly, a huge black and red flag appeared in his hand. The moment the flag emerged, gusts of cold wind blew out.
The faces formed by countless souls appeared on the flag, with painful expressions and crazy screams.
"It's the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"
Many sect disciples were horrified. This kind of banner was irresistible to them. If they weren't careful, their souls might be extracted and sealed inside it, never to reincarnate and becoming puppets of the caster, unable to extricate themselves.
Teng Huayuan waved his hand, and countless souls shot toward Wang Lin like hungry tigers, shuttling through his body frantically, but couldn't harm him at all.
"This aura is… the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!"
Teng Huayuan was even more shocked and even wanted to flee. The difference between levels within the Nascent Soul stage was vast—veteran cultivators like them knew how terrifying the middle stage could be.
If they weren't careful, they might be wiped out.
Teng Huayuan quickly retreated, bit his tongue, and spat out a blood mist. The blood mist suddenly transformed into a strange creature and rushed toward Wang Lin.
When the two collided, Teng Huayuan's eyes widened, and he instinctively used his hands to block the attack, only to find that the golden dragon turned into an emerald-green spiritual weapon and hit his chest fiercely.
Bang, bang, bang!
The continuous collisions made Teng Huayuan retreat a hundred meters away. At the same time, many Nascent Soul stage masters cast surprised glances toward his position, only to find that the weapon that had struck him had disappeared.
Teng Huayuan's mouth twitched. He stared at the special magical weapon in front of him and shouted angrily, "It's actually an illusion! You Foundation Building brat, you're courting death!"
"It turned out to be the Thousand Illusions of Illusion City. No wonder it could raise one's cultivation directly to the Nascent Soul stage. It was just an illusion after all."
Lin Yi smiled, then turned around and looked toward Lin Che's position, saying, "Fellow Daoist Lin Che, how did you know it was an illusion?"
"Illusions are illusions, after all."
What Lin Che cared about was not the Thousand Illusions Wang Lin used to raise his cultivation to the middle Nascent Soul stage, but the Extreme Realm (Ji Realm)—an ancient realm that represents extreme force and death, capable of killing cultivators of the same level in seconds.
The Extreme Realm had existed since ancient times. No one knew how to cultivate into it. It was only known that when it appeared, it brought bloodshed. For cultivators, it represented disaster and terror.
However, although the Extreme Realm could make one invincible at the same level, it had a fatal flaw—its cultivators had no chance of entering the Diety Transformation Realm. Their cultivation would stop at the Nascent Soul stage forever.
But the power of the Extreme Realm was extremely terrifying. Cultivators of the same realm were almost invincible, and even those who had above their own cultivation can be threatened.
Lin Che supported his chin with one hand, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Wang Lin and Teng Huayuan on the battlefield. He said softly, "Although the Extreme Realm is strong, Wang Lin has not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage. It's impossible for him to fight beyond his level."
Each realm breakthrough signified the beginning of invincibility within that realm—especially in the early Nascent Soul stage, which could make late-stage Core Formation cultivators look weak.