"As long as I have another 100 years, I can complete the Demonic Splitting Spell … Unfortunately, the amount of demonic sense I have is too little. My original body has been devoured, so this sliver of demonic sense is like a rootless tree that could dissipate at any moment … The Cloud Demon Country has collapsed and the demon tower is gone. I can't stay here!
I don't dare to casually enter the other demon countries to absorb demonic spiritual energy … "
This sliver of demonic sense cautiously flew into the distance. However, it was too weak right now and could be erased at any moment.
As it flew in the sky, it was constantly consuming its weak demonic sense.
In the end, it was almost about to collapse. Even its memories became blurry, and it was about to dissipate.
Just as he was about to disappear into the world forever, he vaguely felt a wave of demonic energy permeating the ground.
Below it was the Soul Refining Tribe!
At that time, there weren't many Soul Refining Tribe members, only a few hundred thousand. Most of them were scattered to find places with souls, so there were less than a few tens of thousands of people left.
These people had fanatical expressions as they worshipped a rough, black stone statue at the center. Waves of demonic spiritual energy came from their heads and filled the area.
The sliver of demonic sense in the Cloud Demon's memories had become blurry, and it had lost too much of its demonic sense. Almost instinctively, it charged toward the black stone statue. The instant it fused with it, the stone statue seemed to gain sentience, as if it had come alive. Faint demonic aura immediately gathered around it.
As time passed, the Cloud Demon gradually became silent inside the black statue. Too much of his memories had been lost during his escape, so his memories became blurry.
This was not his original body, but a weak demonic sense. As the Soul Refining Tribe members worshipped him day in and day out, most of the demonic spiritual energy they absorbed was filled with the figure of a person named Wang Lin.
At the beginning, he had some resistance, but as the number of people in the Soul Link Tribe increased to more than one million, and as they worshipped him every day, even he felt like his name was Wang Lin and that he was their ancestor.
With this thought in mind, hundreds of years passed, and the number of people in the Soul Refining Tribe reached millions. Day after day, year after year, he had completely abandoned the past and truly believed he was Wang Lin.
As he was subtly changed, the statue's appearance also gradually changed until it became Wang Lin's appearance. He also became Wang Lin inside the statue.
Wang Lin raised his right hand and looked at the ancient demon that looked exactly like him. The strangeness in his eyes became even stronger. Even he felt like what he had just seen was unbelievable.
Combined with his speculation, Wang Lin had a detailed understanding of this matter.
After pondering for a bit, Wang Lin's eyes lit up. He stared at the ancient demon and muttered to himself, "If I don't take this ancient demon that delivered himself to me, it would be too much of a pity … Now that even he thinks he is me, then … I will make him my second avatar!
"My original body is an ancient god, my first avatar is a cultivator, and my second avatar is an ancient demon. If I have the chance, I wonder if I can create a third avatar, an ancient devil!
"Once I fuse them together … I wonder if I can return to my ancestry and become an ancient demon!" Wang Lin's heart pounded as he looked at the ancient demon that had delivered himself to him.
His body flickered and he immediately left this place. His divine sense and cultivation returned to his body, and he opened his eyes to look at the black statue. The smile on Wang Lin's face became even wider.
He took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged on the ground. His hands formed an incantation and he placed them on his knees. He exhaled some Nascent Soul Qi, which immediately surrounded the black stone statue. He sent out a series of seals that landed on the statue.
If he wanted to make this his second avatar, he had to refine it until it was one with his mind. Not only would he be able to control it with just a thought, but he also had to make it so that it wouldn't reject his origin soul and could replace it with his origin soul.
Although this sounded simple, it was actually very difficult. If he forced it, he could succeed, but it would only work on puppets that were much weaker than him. If they were weaker than him, then even if they became his avatar, it would be useless.
However, if they weren't weaker than him, he couldn't force it.
As a result, this became the first and most difficult choice to refine an avatar.
Since he couldn't force it, he could only refine it day after day. It would take a lot of time to have a chance of success, but this kind of success still had flaws. There was still a chance that the avatar would betray him.
However, this wasn't difficult for Wang Lin. This ancient demon had already considered itself to be Wang Lin, so he didn't even need to refine it much. The only thing he had to do was integrate his divine sense and let the ancient demon know who was the master and who was the subordinate!
This wasn't difficult for Wang Lin. His cultivation was higher than the ancient demon and his original body was an ancient god, so he wouldn't make a mistake.
However, Wang Lin was a cautious person. In the remaining days of refining, not only did he integrate his divine sense into the ancient demon, he also left an imprint on it. In addition, he prepared a large amount of imprints. If the avatar betrayed him one day, Wang Lin only needed to use one thought to make it yield.
If this was it, it wouldn't be Wang Lin's style. In addition to all of this, Wang Lin also used some of Celestial Emperor Qing Lin's puppet control spells on the second avatar. Only after he completely controlled the second avatar did he relax.
Looking at the stone statue before him, he felt like they were in perfect harmony.
"Unfortunately, this second avatar doesn't have a physical body and exists completely inside the statue. It can't be separated for now, and even if it attacks, it can only use its demonic sense!
Its power is very weak, only equal to late stage Ascendant.
However, this is still a sliver of demonic sense. If it has enough demonic energy, it will grow quickly and one day reach the level of an ancient demon … "Wang Lin's eyes lit up. He knew that this matter couldn't be rushed and had to be carried out slowly.
After giving some instructions to the Soul Refining Sect, Wang Lin didn't take the second avatar with him. Instead, he placed some powerful restrictions around the avatar and told the people of the Soul Refining Sect to continue worshipping the avatar every day before leaving the Soul Refining Sect.
"This second avatar is a seed. It won't be of much help to me now, but once it grows …" There was a flash of anticipation in Wang Lin's eyes. Then his body flickered and he disappeared.
The Sky Demon Country had experienced the war with the Fire Demon Country hundreds of years ago. Although they won, they suffered heavy casualties. Although hundreds of years had passed, the population of the Sky Demon Country was still much smaller than before.
Even the most prosperous capital of the Sky Demon Country wasn't as lively as it was when Wang Lin first arrived hundreds of years ago, although it wasn't completely bleak.
There were still shops on the streets, but there weren't many pedestrians. Occasionally, someone would stop and take a few glances before quickly leaving.
Back then, there was a long river in Hong City. This river flowed downstream and connected with the river outside the capital, forming a cycle.
At this moment, Wang Lin was quietly sitting on the side of the river and looking at the river.
If there was a power that could reverse the flow of time hundreds of years ago, then he would find that he was sitting at the same place as before.
Right now, the person was still the person from back then, and the place was still the same place. Even the river was still the same river, and the riverside was still the same. However, the scenery was the same, and there were no more flower boats on the river, and there were no more zither sounds.
A hint of melancholy appeared in Wang Lin's heart as he looked at the empty river. The zither music from hundreds of years ago seemed to echo in his ears. However, this zither music was very weak; it was as if it would dissipate with the wind and he could no longer hear it.
Thinking back to the past, if it wasn't for that night of drinking with the Emperor, Wang Lin wouldn't have even met the blind woman who played the zither.
Even now, Wang Lin only remembered the lonely figure of the woman who played the zither and the sad zither music.
Sitting there and watching the sun set, Wang Lin was immersed in his memories. At this moment, he felt the passage of time. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years had passed. It could wash away everything, but it couldn't wash away the eternal memories.
"Perhaps this is the sorrow of life …" Wang Lin let out a sigh. It was because there were memories that there was time. If a person had no memories, then time would not exist.
"I wonder if the Mo Lihai from back then is still here …"
Beside Wang Lin was a wine jug. The wine inside came from the same shop that had been passed down from generation to generation. Even today, the signboard was still the same, but this wine … Wang Lin picked it up and took a sip.
"Even the taste has changed …" Wang Lin bitterly smiled and put down the wine jug.
"Of course it has changed. The descendants of the old man in the wine shop don't have the craftsmanship of their ancestors, so they can't recreate the taste of time." A calm voice came from behind Wang Lin, revealing a trace of exhaustion.
Wang Lin didn't turn around. He sighed and said, "After not seeing you for hundreds of years, the Emperor is no longer as carefree as he was in the past!"
A long sigh came from behind Wang Lin. A middle-aged man in purple sat down beside Wang Lin. This man was extremely handsome and one could faintly see his appearance from back then. But now, there were strands of white hair on his temples and his face had aged.
"Drink this and try it." The middle-aged man took out a wine jug and handed it to Wang Lin.
Wang Lin took a sip and smiled, saying, "This is the wine from back then!"
"I knew you would definitely come back, so I left a lot for another night of drinking with you!"
A wine jug appeared in the middle-aged man's hand. He drank more than half of it in one gulp and his eyes lit up. He laughed and said, "Brother Wang, are you sad that the zither sounds from back then are gone?"
A wisp of zither music came from afar. It carried a trace of loneliness and sorrow as it lingered in the surroundings. In a moment, a large boat appeared on the river, moving up and down along the river with the sound of the water splashing up and down.
At the bow of the boat sat a woman. Her back was facing Wang Lin as she played the zither.