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...