Chapter 1837. Soul Eye Dao! (1/2)

On the eighth floor of the Soul Scripture Pavilion, the shocking aura on Wang Lin’s body slowly dissipated until it was gone and went back to the avatar in the void.

Wang Lin didn’t want to use too much power from the avatar. He would use just the right amount and not waste any. There was no benefit to using too much, and it could cause the avatar to wither.

As for borrowing the avatar’s power to enter the ninth floor, this thought had appeared in Wang Lin’s mind for a moment. However, he felt how powerful the restriction on those stairs were, and the cost of going up was too great. It was not worth it to try at his current cultivation level.

After measuring the gains and losses, Wang Lin gave up on the idea of going up to the ninth floor. He scattered the aura from his avatar and began observing the eighth floor.

He could only choose one spell in the Soul Scripture Pavilion, and this was not something Wang Lin could change. His gaze swept by the nine seven-inch soul bodies.

Wang Lin felt the Soul Fantasy Origin spell, the multi-layered illusion spell, and the Soul Eye Dao that made him smile bitterly among the nine soul bodies here.

As for the other spells, Wang Lin hadn’t seen anyone personally use them, but he still scanned them.

The Great Soul Sect focused on the Soul Illusion Spell. Most core disciples could use this multi-layered illusion spell, but they couldn’t display its true might. Once an eight layered illusion was created, the power was heaven-shattering.

Wang Lin’s eyes stopped on the third soul body among the nine. This soul body contained the multi-layered illusion.

“Only eight layers… The limit for this spell is nine. Without the ninth layer, this spell is incomplete…”Wang Lin frowned.

“It looks like the complete version is on the ninth floor.” Wang Lin pondered and looked at the seventh soul body. The aura from this soul body was as powerful as the mutli-layered illusion.

This seventh soul body contained the Soul Fantasy Origin Yan Lu had used, and this spell was complete on the eighth floor.

Wang Lin pondered a bit and began to deliberate between these two.

“Even if I don’t go to the ninth floor now, I will eventually go there. After all, the multi-layered illusion is something I absolutely must obtain! In this way, there is no need to choose it now, and with the soul gourd, the Soul Fantasy Origin is more suitable now!”After pondering a bit, Wang Lin’s eyes lit up and he made a decision. Once he made a decision, he wouldn’t change his mind. He walked to the seventh soul body and sat down. His right hand formed a seal and pointed at the seventh soul body.

The seventh soul body trembled and released a ghostly light that shrouded the whole eighth floor. It slowly drifted to above Wang Lin’s head, making it look like he was cultivating.

Waves of ghostly like strands came from the seventh soul body and entered Wang Lin’s body through his orifices.

Wang Lin’s expression was calm, and as the smoke-like strands entered his body, he could hear a voice murmuring in his ears. It slowly imprinted in his soul and became second nature to him.

Time slowly passed, Wang Lin sat in the eighth floor for three days. During these three days, he didn’t move at all as he absorbed the Soul Fantasy Origin from the seven-inch soul body.

He didn’t know that his figure had already been deeply imprinted in mind of every disciple and that ha had almost become a legend.

To break through the seventh and eighth floors at once, although it had been done before, very few had done it. The newly appointed Elder Wang’s identity and origin were subjects of speculation among the disciples of the Great Soul Sect.

There were many speculations, but none of them fitted the truth.

The few people that knew the truth wouldn’t easily reveal it. Whether it was the sisters Fan Shanmeng or Fan Shanlu, or Old Ancestor Green Bull, they wouldn’t bring it up. Even Yan Lu wouldn’t mention it after a crack had been left in her dao heart by Wang Lin to make her fear him.

As for his identity as an Ancient Country cultivator, this information had been sealed by Old Ancestor Green Bull. He sent out an order of silence.

The three days of time wasn’t enough for the speculations about Wang Lin to die down. As the sun shined on the fourth day, Wang Lin opened his eyes on the eighth floor of the Soul Scripture Pavilion.

His eyes seemed to be different from before; they now contained strands of smoke like a dream. As long as one took a look at them, they would be immersed in his gaze, finding themselves unable to escape.

“Soul Fantasy Origin… So it’s like this…” Wang Lin murmured and closed his eyes once more. After a long time, he let out a breath of foul air, got up, and walked down the stairs.