In the private room inside the Dragon’s head, a rainbow coloured facula appeared which became brighter and brighter. After turning into a bright shadow, it gradually condensed, revealing Wang Lin.
The moment he appeared, Shangguan Mo immediately felt his heart jump, he wondered what exactly was the method that this Fiend practised. Unexpectedly it could even make the aura vanish. He could only guess what it was, just a while ago he was thinking about whether the control over him had vanished, but at this time, his mind could not afford even the slightest interest in that idea.
Li MuWan touched the Dragon scales, she looked focused and she seemed to be calculating something in heart At this moment, her skin was fair and tender, smooth like slippery oil. She smelled like the fragrance of a lily magnolia. Her two eyes held a look of fascination as her lily-white hands gently stroked the Dragon Scales.
Even the fluctuations caused in her body by the Soul blood did not distract her for more than half a minute, gradually an expression of realization showed in her eyes, as she looked down at the Dragon scales.
Wang Lin appeared at the place where he did closed-door training, sitting down cross-legged, picking up his storage bags. Up till now, he had been collecting the Gold Dans of Jie Dan cultivators that he killed, he figured that there should roughly be no less than a hundred.
Aside from these, there were the storage bags of the killed cultivators, almost all of which he had put away to look through at his leisure. He reorganized them hastily. There were many flying swords and magic weapons, but Wang Lin did not pay any attention to them except for one scroll painting.
The scroll painting was about two feet, and about an arm thick, it revealed a trace of spiritual force. Wang Lin remembered that he had gotten it from a Jie Dan cultivator who pulled it, and after half opening it crazy roars had burst out from inside.
Unfortunately for him Wang Lin had the Ji Realm Divine Consciousness. Regardless if he targeted a single opponent or a group, after the Divine Consciousness had swept away, there was only immediate death for one below Yuan Ying stage. Regarding Ji Realm, Wang Lin had always had an indescribable feeling. Within the transfer array of the foreign battlefield, under pressure from the laws of the world, he felt the very real existence of Ji Realm for the first time. His heart had attained a glimmer of understanding, and the subsequent years of use and fighting, let him have a deeper understanding of the power of Ji Realm and of its terrifying effects.
However, he did not know, that the late Yuan Ying stage is the end point for cultivators with Ji Realm and wanting to reach the Spirit Forming stage is but a faint hope.
The original owner of the scroll painting had died a long time ago, his Divine consciousness had dissipated already. Wang Lin feeling with his right hand, imprinted his divine consciousness onto it, but this magic weapon was bizarre and queer. Although it had been imprinted with his Divine consciousness, he couldn’t feel even the slightest reaction from it, as if no divine consciousness had been imprinted on it.
Wang Lin immediately felt interested. If it was an ordinary magic weapon, he just had to erase the other person’s divine consciousness and imprint it with his own divine consciousness, and he could use it freely, unless it was a Yuan Ying stage or above magic weapon or otherwise equal to it.
Looking at the spiritual force fluctuations of the magic weapon, it doesn’t seem to be at the Yuan Ying stage, Wang Lin has handled a couple of Yuan Ying stage magic weapons such as when in the original Huo Fen Country, War Shrine cultivator Zhou Jin had given him a Yuan Ying stage Jade Talisman.