There seemed to be an indescribable force that caused Wang Lin, after an indescribable struggle, to choose or not to choose, to turn into a ray of light and leave.
If Dao Master Blue Dream hadn't made Wang Lin go through the first choice, if the first Rosefinch hadn't made Wang Lin endure the second test, then his dao heart and belief would have slowly reached the level of a grandmaster.
More importantly, if he hadn't entered Master Simo's memories and seen the scenes that were very similar to his but had chosen a completely different path, perhaps Wang Lin really would have chosen to stay … To become the Sovereign's slave … The Sovereign's words had hit Wang Lin's weak spot!
Even after leaving the Fire Sparrow Clan's territory, even after the Fire Sparrow Clan was affected by the collapse of the holy land, a wave of fire spread out in all directions and destroyed nearly half of the Fire Sparrow Clan. The fire behind Wang Lin was monstrous.
A muffled rumble echoed and shook the stars, but Wang Lin's confusion wasn't awakened at all.
His heart felt like it was being torn apart and pain filled his body.
After an unknown amount of time, the confusion in Wang Lin's eyes gradually dissipated and was replaced with bleakness. The injuries in his body had reached a point where he had to heal them. Otherwise, his cultivation level would irreversibly regress.
At his cultivation level, ordinary injuries weren't a problem, but once he was seriously injured, the severity of his injuries would be shocking. If he was a bit careless, his cultivation level would drop.
Fortunately, as an ancient god, his body's recovery ability was extremely powerful. This was the most obvious difference between Wang Lin and other cultivators. Others might need 100 years to recover from the same injury, but for him, the time would be greatly reduced.
"Wan Er, trust me, I'll personally awaken you … Then we'll live together in a mountain village where no one knows us and spend our lives in silence … I'll also teach Ping Er wood carving and pass down my father's craft …" Wang Lin muttered. He suddenly missed home, he missed the Inner Realm. Although the Ancient Star System was large, it didn't give him a sense of belonging.
Here, in the vast sea of stars, there was no end. The stars shined brightly, but there was no warmth, only coldness. There was only a strong sense of loneliness in Wang Lin's heart.
Wang Lin had lived his life in solitude for 2,000 years. He was used to being alone. The indifference on his face wasn't something he deliberately pretended, but after thousands of years of loneliness, he didn't know any other expression.
The only thing he knew was coldness … He rarely even smiled … The only thing that never changed in his eyes was the unerasable sorrow hidden deep beneath that coldness. That sorrow had accompanied him for the rest of his life, and he had never been happy.
While feeling bitter, Wang Lin's injuries became even more serious. He staggered forward and used Spatial Bending to travel an endless distance. In a part of the Ancient Star System, Wang Lin's figure appeared on an abandoned cultivation planet.
This cultivation planet might have once had its glory, or it might have had powerful cultivators. However, at this moment, all of that glory was gone with the wind. It had turned into sand and stones and a city without spiritual energy.
It was like an old man at the end of his road, struggling and unwilling to give up his last breath.
Right now, the eastern part of the cultivation planet was in the cold autumn. The autumn wind blew by, causing the fallen leaves to move. The yellow leaves looked like the brown spots on an old man's face, giving off a sense of desolation.
As the autumn leaves danced in the wind, through the withered yellow leaves, one could see a river in the distance. The river flowed and meandered north.
Beside the river, there was a white-clothed figure quietly sitting there, allowing the withered autumn leaves to blow past him.
Wang Lin looked at the surface of the water. There were some autumn leaves that seemed to be tired of the wind and scattered here. The autumn leaves floated on the surface of the river, and after they were mostly wet, they floated into the distance.
The fallen leaves returned to their roots, but they were brought here by the wind. They would never be able to return to their hometown, and it was unknown where they would be sent. Perhaps after a few seasons, they would become part of the mud at the bottom of the river. If they had a soul, that soul would float out of the river with longing and return to the hometown where they were born.
The river reflected Wang Lin's figure and clearly reflected his face. His pale face, indifferent expression, and sadness seemed to fuse with the river and flow far away.
Wang Lin softly muttered, "It's time to go home …"
Aside from the Realm Sealing Formation, there was another way home. It was the jade given to him by the mysterious woman in the spatial crack in the rank 9 region of the Cloud Sea.
Back then, the woman said that she needed Wang Lin's help in exploring a place. She gave Wang Lin this jade and told him that if he opened the jade in the Outer Realm, he could avoid the Realm Sealing Formation and return to the spatial crack.
Wang Lin had studied this jade many times. There were many restrictions inside, and some of them not even he could see through.
It seemed that many of the restrictions inside were not something a cultivator of this world could control and came from another world.
However, Wang Lin was an expert in forbidding spells after all. Even though he couldn't see through it, he could tell that there was a seventy percent chance that the scroll would be able to teleport him back to the rift!
Wang Lin didn't open the jade slip, but rather, put it away in his bag of holding. The restrictive spells in the jade slip required a certain level of cultivation base to be opened. That was secondary. Most importantly, considering Wang Lin's current state, he wouldn't allow himself to appear in front of this mysterious woman, who he didn't know was friend or foe.
After a moment of silence, Wang Lin looked up at the blue sky and muttered to himself.
"He, is he really the Sovereign …?"
After seriously injuring the middle-aged man inside the seven-colored flame, the middle-aged man admitted his identity as the Sovereign. However, after calming down, Wang Lin couldn't help but feel doubt.
This person's cultivation level fluctuated between high and low. He could fight against the Rosefinch origin spirit, use Fishing the Moon in the Well, use the Four Great Void spell, know about Master Simo, and even know Wang Lin's name. According to his analysis, he was without a doubt the Sovereign who had endless schemes.
"He cultivates fire and has the seven-colored Rosefinch, so he should be the traitorous third generation Sparrow Lord … However, is he really the Sovereign …" The reason Wang Lin had determined the traitorous third generation Sparrow Lord was because he had analyzed the Sovereign's background. In the Ancient Star System, the Sovereign's origin was the most mysterious, and no one knew which clan he belonged to!
In addition, there was another point. Back in the Demon Spirit Land, Wang Lin had met someone. He later learned that this person was the Sovereign's disciple!
The technique that the man was using was none other than the Art of Fire!
That fire spell was not something an ordinary cultivator could cultivate to that degree. It was clearly at the point where he was about to grasp the origin.
All of this made a bold guess appear in Wang Lin's heart. Combined with some clues, Wang Lin determined that the traitorous third generation Sparrow Lord was the Sovereign!
It was because of this that the Sovereign Council knew the truth about the Fallen Land and didn't dare to act rashly!
However, after personally seeing the Sovereign, Wang Lin became suspicious.
"Qing Lin once said that the essence the Sovereign cultivates is the power of origin!
"However, from beginning to end, this person didn't use any spells related to the power of origin … Most importantly, the Sovereign has cultivated for tens of thousands of years and is extremely cunning. He has schemed against the Inner Realm many times, but the middle-aged man that admits to being the Sovereign doesn't give off the feeling of an ambitious person … And he doesn't feel extremely powerful …"
Wang Lin frowned, but after pondering for a while, he still didn't have an answer. He let out a sigh and no longer thought about it. He took out the few remaining pills he had and swallowed them all. Then he sat there and closed his eyes to cultivate.
The autumn wind blew by and Wang Lin's figure became blurry. He seemed to have merged with the surrounding river and autumn leaves. Even if a cultivator came, they wouldn't notice a person sitting by the river.
Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, three days went by. During these three days, the injuries to Wang Lin's origin soul didn't improve, but the injuries to his body had mostly healed.
Ignoring his spells, just the power he could display as a 6-star ancient god was equal to 50% of his full power. Wang Lin knew that time was of the essence. He had seriously injured the person suspected to be the Sovereign, which would set off a huge commotion in the Ancient Star System. In particular, he had the Ancient Bounty Order and had left the Fallen Land, so there would definitely be people chasing after him.
As for the Fallen Land, it was likely that someone had placed a seal on it when he left. If he rushed back now, he wouldn't be able to enter the Fallen Land and would just be walking into a trap!
That was why he had to hurry up and recover his cultivation as fast as possible.
However, on this day, while Wang Lin was cultivating, he suddenly opened his eyes and there was a flash of coldness in his eyes. He felt an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart. This was a feeling he had when he reached a certain level of cultivation. This was a warning that came from the unseen world!
"Something is wrong!"
Wang Lin stood up and looked around. His expression became even more gloomy. The surroundings had become completely silent, and even the autumn wind had disappeared.
Right now it was night and the moon hung in the sky. When the moonlight fell on the ground, Wang Lin could clearly see the ripples on the river. The ripples spread out as if the river was trembling.
The autumn leaves that had unknowingly fallen on the river also formed a circle and slowly rotated.
Without hesitation, Wang Lin stepped forward. The world distorted and ripples echoed. Wang Lin's body should have dissipated with this step, but just as he was about to merge with the world, the sky trembled and a giant rift appeared.
A powerful pressure descended on this abandoned planet. A giant hand reached out from the rift toward Wang Lin, who was about to merge with the world!
He had killed less than 500 people and drank less than 2.5 pounds of blood. Was he willing to point his sword at the heavens?
He wanted monthly votes!!
Continue to explode!