Eternal Life from Talisman Painting

Chapter 641: Chapter 320: Commanding the Yin Spirit Beast King

For example, when controlling his Lifebound Treasure, he could simultaneously wield six blades. His level of control far surpassed cultivators with the same level of Divine Sense.

"Moreover, the ’Refining Spirit’ Chapter isn’t weak; it’s just that the time hasn’t come yet. Once my Divine Sense breaks through to the Core Formation Late Stage, I can cultivate the two Divine Techniques found in this Cultivation Technique!"

Thinking of this, Lin Chang’an couldn’t help but reveal a confident smile.

For ordinary cultivators, splitting their Divine Sense was an extremely difficult task, but for him, it felt as intuitive as moving his arm. His control was so subtle that he could precisely manage the division.

"Hiss!"

However, the pain of splitting the Divine Sense was just the same.

During the split, Lin Chang’an broke out in a cold sweat and couldn’t help but show a look of pain.

If it weren’t for plotting the inheritance on the Yin Soul Sect’s island, he absolutely wouldn’t want to endure this pain.

Once the Divine Sense split, Lin Chang’an quickly imprinted it onto the Treasure he was refining and started making complex hand seals.

"Condense!"

Half a month later, as the fire light dissipated, this semi-finished Magical Treasure was finally complete.

A Yin Attribute Spiritual Pearl was spinning swiftly in his palm. Under Lin Chang’an’s control, it felt like an extension of his own body.

"This feeling doesn’t need getting used to—it’s just like having an external avatar."

With a shift in perspective, through this bead, Lin Chang’an could clearly see himself in a cyan robe, even capturing his own smiling face.

"With this, I’ve succeeded halfway; next, it’s about finding a suitable Yin Spirit Beast King."

Stashing the treasure within his robe, Lin Chang’an displayed a satisfied smile.

This particular scheme couldn’t be accomplished in a day or two; it needed more time, so he wasn’t in a hurry.

First, he meditated to recuperate, especially from the pain of his Divine Sense. Under the powerful restorative effect of his Self-Healing Body, the pain quickly faded away.

Half a month later, he finally emerged, and then set out with the Cyan-Horned Bull toward the ghostly land.

He left the Sword Servant to guard the Celestial Spring Peak alone.

As she watched his figure gradually fade away, the Sword Servant couldn’t help but clench her hands tightly.

"Core Formation! I can definitely achieve it!"

Under the sunlight, a determined look shone in the Sword Servant’s eyes; she didn’t want to stay behind alone anymore.

...

Ghostly Abyss.

Lin Chang’an found a suitable target in less than half a month on a deserted island, which brought a smile to his face.

"If this were Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea, it would take at least several months. No wonder this Ghostly Abyss attracts so many Evil Cultivators."

One reason was the appearance of the Yin Soul Sect’s Spirit Island. After being sealed for six hundred years, it caused the Spiritual Energy in the surrounding Sea Abyss to surge significantly.

Another reason is that the Yin Soul Sect naturally has an extreme Yin Spirit Vein, and now it merges with the Transformed Yin Spirit Beast King, resulting in this rich Yin Attribute Spiritual Energy mixed with substantial ghostly aura.

In essence, this Ghostly Abyss is a holy land for Yin Spirits, naturally attracting wandering Yin Spirits across the sea and is the best place for them to nurture.

Dead Demon Beasts, cultivators, and Yin Spirits drawn by the Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea.

As a result, the Ghostly Abyss is filled with near endless Yin Spirits that can never be exhausted.

Compared to the Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea, Ghostly Abyss is a concentration area for Yin Spirits.

The Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea is just too vast.

"Moo!"

The Cyan-Horned Bull sniffed the air with its nostrils, seemingly detecting the Yin Spiritual aura from the deserted island, and just as it let out a moo indicating it could handle it—

Lin Chang’an patted the Cyan-Horned Bull’s head, jokingly reprimanding:

"This time you can’t harm my targeted prey."

Through the Spiritual Eye, Divine Sense, and perception, after repeatedly confirming no other cultivators or ambushes around, Lin Chang’an was finally at ease.

There were just two quasi Tier Three Yin Spirit Beast Kings on the island.

From an elevated position, Lin Chang’an’s eyes glimmered with faint Spiritual Light as he directly locked onto the tiger-shaped Yin Spirit Beast King below.

"You’ll do!"

With a soft murmur, Lin Chang’an raised his hand and a ’Tier Three Middle Grade Tranquil Mind Talisman’ transformed into a golden streak of light descending from the sky.

"Roar!"

As the golden light descended, another quasi Tier Three Yin Spirit Beast King in the island’s center immediately showed its ferocious and angry expression, raising its head to search for its enemy.

However, just as it lifted its head, what it found was a sky full of descending sword light.

Thousand Blade Technique.

At this moment, Lin Chang’an’s expression remained calm as he performed a Foundation Establishment Level Spell.

But when executed by him, a Core Formation Middle Stage Cultivator, the power was astonishing.

Condensing the sky full of sword light, it poured down like a torrential rain, instantly before the numerous low tier Yin Spirits below could respond, they were deluged by the rain-like sword light.

Throughout the island, there was only the sound of countless razor-sharp swords constantly piercing the rock that sent chills down one’s spine.

"Roar!"

The quasi Tier Three Yin Spirit Beast King let out an unwilling roar and was immediately submerged, while the other low tier Yin Spirits couldn’t even make a sound.

Seeing this, the Cyan-Horned Bull beside him let out an excited moo.

The spell came as swiftly as it went.

In just two breaths, the sword light dissipated, and along with a gentle breeze sweeping through, it revealed a pockmarked terrain below.

And a menacing tiger-shaped quasi Tier Three Yin Spirit Beast King.

However, though it appeared ferocious, its body was now immobile, with only a pair of same-aged eyes filled with a violent aura.

The earlier sword rain cleverly halted three inches away from its chest, illustrating Lin Chang’an’s extraordinary control over his Divine Sense.

"Moo!"

With a mooing sound, Lin Chang’an landed with the Cyan-Horned Bull.

At the moment the Cyan-Horned Bull appeared, the quasi Tier Three Yin Spirit Beast King clearly sensed a far more formidable beast, instinctively displaying a look of fear.