As he exited the dream, Lin Sheng's hands were still trembling.
He straightened his body and sat on the edge of the bed. His hands felt like they were cramping, and he couldn't stop them from trembling.
There seemed to be something in his chest that was expanding and pressurizing like a balloon that could explode at any moment.
* Hiss … *
Lin Sheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a few times.
This was a little technique that he had learned from somewhere to regulate his emotions and breathing.
The effect was unexpectedly good.
After a few times, he calmed down a little, and his hands were no longer trembling.
"I'm having indigestion after absorbing this soul fragment …"
In the dark, Lin Sheng stood up and habitually walked to the desk. He took out an encrypted notebook from the drawer and began to jot down notes.
In it, he recorded a major turning point in his life.
After learning Deviltongue, he began to use the Deviltongue alphabet, Gourenne script, and Chinese Pinyin to encrypt the information.
After such encryption, there was no doubt about the security. But the downside was that a short message would be expanded to twice its original length.
The lamp was switched on.
Lin Sheng sat under the lamp, picked up a pen and thought for a moment before writing quickly.
After recording all the information, he went back to the bed and began to meditate on the Ashen Seal.
The Ashen Seal of the Sanctuary had been completed, and now he was meditating on the second Ashen Seal. Roar.
He could sense that Roar was about to feel something.
After meditating for a while, the impulse in Lin Sheng's heart slowly calmed down.
He stopped again and began to organize the large amount of meaningless information that he had just absorbed.
There was not much in Khadula's fragmented memories. There was only a little bit of real information.
From the contents of the memories, Lin Sheng had a rough idea of Khadula's life.
It was born a deformed child and was abandoned.
No one was willing to raise it, and it was treated as a monster. The peddlers who picked it up dragged it around to make money, until its origins were discovered.
As for how Khadula obtained its powers and how it entered the Elven Dungeon, these were not in the memories.
The only information was a white-haired old man in a yellow mage robe who had lost an arm.
The old man was called Xeoig.
"Xeoig … It's really him, the guy who created the Circle of Reaping … He's also the culprit behind the corruption of the Elven Prison."
Lin Sheng sighed in his heart.
The nature of the soul of the face with a thousand arms was simply too vile. Even after leaving the dream for so long, he still had not been able to completely digest it.
Lin Sheng just lay there, sometimes meditating, sometimes organizing his memory fragments, and sometimes resting.
Unknowingly, the sky outside gradually turned gray.
With great difficulty, he waited until his body condition was slightly better before he immediately got up and packed his belongings.
He quickly changed into a set of loose clothes and found some leftover eggs to eat.
He could not wait any longer.
"If the thousand-armed human face can really be summoned … then it will have an unprecedented impact on the current situation!"
At the very least, the Redwinian provincial military would be wary of the Ironfist Headquarters.
As long as there was no direct conflict of interest, Redwin would most likely not provoke the Ironfist Society, whose strength was unknown.
Lin Sheng did not know how powerful the thousand-armed human face was, but it was definitely far more powerful than he was.
After getting dressed, he left a note, gently closed the door and walked out. He calmed himself down in the stairwell for a while.
Now, if he was not careful, his hands would suddenly tremble.
It was as if something had happened to his nerves. His body was unconsciously in a state of tension.
Lin Sheng had a feeling that this was probably because his soul had absorbed too many soul fragments at once, resulting in indigestion, and his own soul was affected by Khadula.
Hence, a special phenomenon occurred.
He ignored it. This phenomenon was not uncommon in his messy memories, and usually, as long as he persisted in practicing Saint power for a period of time, it would naturally go away.
Saint power was the most domineering power that could remove all impurities in the soul.
It was six in the morning, and Huaisha was like a cold beauty who had just put on a layer of blue veil. Under the assault of the sea breeze and waves, she was slowly losing her last line of defense.
Lin Sheng got on his bicycle and went straight to the outskirts of the mountains without stopping.
There were scouts outside the residential area who wanted to follow him, but he sent the Blackfeather Swordsmen crows to lure them away.
Now, he only had one Blackfeather Swordsmen and two heavily-armored vault guards with him. The Sacred Shield Tyrant and the other summoned creatures were dead, and there was no need to summon them again.
Lin Sheng intended to leave as much space in his soul as possible for the thousand-armed human face.
The thousand-armed human face, Khadula, was far more powerful than him, so he did not know how much space he needed to accommodate the existence of this monster.
Anyway, it would not be a problem to leave as much space as possible.
* Screech. *
The bicycle came to a stop.
Lin Sheng, in his black tracksuit, got off the bicycle, picked up his dark blue backpack full of materials, and strode up the mountain.
His steps were big and fast. Almost one step was more than two steps for a normal person.
Not long after, he passed through the farmland, entered the dense forest, and walked up the slope. A dilapidated temple appeared before Lin Sheng.
The temple seemed to have been refurbished recently, and the broken and drooping doors had been reinstalled.
The weeds on the ground, and the moss on the steps had all been scrubbed away.
Lin Sheng carried his backpack and pushed the door open into the courtyard in the middle.
The roots that were originally exposed on the ground in the courtyard had mostly been ripped off, and the thick bushes and vines were nowhere to be seen. A large patch of empty land had been left.
Lin Sheng walked into the empty space, and snapped his fingers.
A black crow silently streaked across the sky, and then began to circle around the entire temple.
The Blackfeather Swordsmen crows slowly appeared in the black smoke, and together with another heavily-armored vault guard, began to patrol the temple.
As for the other heavily-armored guard, Lin Sheng had sent him to protect his family.
After that, he put down his backpack, and quickly took out the plastic sheets and various materials he had drawn.
He did not have much time, and once Redwin found out that he had left their surveillance, they would definitely take action. So he had to complete the ritual as soon as possible, to prevent any accidents from happening.
* Whoosh. *
Lin Sheng spread the plastic sheets of summoning ritual diagrams on the ground.
He then skillfully placed the materials in their respective positions. The rest of the materials were still manageable, and with the Iron Fist Society's assistance in gathering, it was definitely enough.
But Gold Nugget and Silver Powder could only be used for three more summonings.
"I need to get some new materials. The Iron Fist Society's profits aren't good, and just preparing the other materials for me had already used up half of their funds. "Lin Sheng lamented.
Finally, he set up the pan, and poured filtered water into it.
Then, he lit up the butter lamp with a lighter.
The water in the saucepan began to boil in the rising bonfire.
Lin Sheng picked up the mixture, scooped up a spoonful, and poured it into the pan.
"Let's begin …"
He placed the last living white spider into the liquid in the pan.
"Mu, ba, en, di, yu, yi …" A series of strange syllables came out of Lin Sheng's mouth.
Soon, the white smoke from the butter lamp began to fly towards the pan as if it had a life of its own, and quickly burrowed into it.
The murky liquid in the pot began to ripple, and along with the ripples, a large amount of white steam rose up.
* Hiss … *
Countless white steam rushed towards Lin Sheng like a dense fog, surrounding him, and shrouding him.
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