The seven-colored figure slowly said, "There are six more sealing thorns, you can continue."
Wang Lin silently pondered and suppressed the doubt in his mind. He raised his right hand and grabbed the fifth thorn in Shimizu's abdomen. This thorn was located at a cultivator's dantian.
"This fifth thorn seals his origin!" The seven-colored figure's voice echoed in Wang Lin's ears.
The moment he touched the thorn, Wang Lin's celestial and ancient energy activated at the same time. His body felt like it was going to be broken, and the two forces fused into his right arm. He grabbed the fifth thorn and mercilessly pulled it out.
With a bang, the thorn was pulled out, but Wang Lin's body trembled. Popping sounds came from his right arm and a mist of blood erupted. He was forced back a few steps before he finally let out a rough breath and stopped.
Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot as he took a step forward and returned to Shimizu's side. Shimizu's face was filled with extreme pain and muffled groans came from his mouth.
After closing in on Shimizu, Wang Lin didn't hesitate to reach out and grab the sixth and seventh thorns on Shimizu's legs!
Without waiting for the seven-colored figure to speak, Wang Lin let out a roar. His arms shined brightly and ancient energy filled the area. His hands exerted force and pulled out!
Even someone as determined as Shimizu couldn't endure the pain. However, he clenched his teeth and the scream that should have come out turned into a hiss.
With a bang, the two thorns were pulled out by Wang Lin, but his body trembled and blood came out from the corner of his mouth. The rejection force inside his body had reached a peak, and this caused Wang Lin's expression to become distorted.
"Not bad, there are still three more.
However, the last three sealing thorns are not so easy to remove. If you can do it, I'll give you a gift. "
The seven-colored figure's expression was calm, and his voice was faint. He raised his right hand and reached toward the seven-colored mist above him. The seven-colored mist immediately churned, and a rumble echoed. A giant, yellow fruit slowly appeared from the seven-colored mist and gradually descended.
There was also a branch connected to the fruit. The seven-colored figure swiped with his right index finger and the branch collapsed. The fruit separated from the branch and fell to the ground.
"This is my gift to you."
Wang Lin looked at the Dao Fruit and frowned. The feeling this seven-colored figure gave him was the same as when he faced Tian Yunzi. He couldn't guess why this person would let him save Shimizu, tell him about the Ancient Order, and even give him this Dao Fruit!
All of this couldn't have happened for no reason. There had to be a problem!
While Wang Lin pondered, he withdrew his gaze from the Dao Fruit and looked at Shimizu's head. He could see the eighth thorn a few inches from the top of Shimizu's head!
Wang Lin could also see the remaining two, but it was not easy to remove them.
After taking a deep breath, Wang Lin raised his right hand and slowly pressed down on Qing Shui's head. This time, his movement was very slow. Compared to before, he didn't hesitate at all and was clearly much more serious.
The eighth thorn was at the top of Shimizu's head. The head was where life and death met. If it was at the center, it wouldn't be a big deal, but it was tilted a few inches. This was something Wang Lin couldn't understand.
"The eighth thorn is not a seal, but to open the reincarnation cycle …" The seven-colored figure revealed a smile that wasn't a smile as he watched Wang Lin's hand slowly approach the eighth thorn.
One inch from the thorn, Wang Lin's hand paused. This thorn was different from the other seven. Although the others were in Shimizu's body, most of them were outside. However, this eighth thorn was completely in Shimizu's head, leaving only two inches outside.
Two inches was very short!
Wang Lin's hand had to stop. He didn't know what Shimizu would do if he pulled it out. This position was simply too dangerous.
Shimizu slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Lin. Although there was still pain on his face, his eyes were clear. He looked at Wang Lin for a long time before nodding his head.
Wang Lin looked at Shimizu and clenched his teeth. He no longer hesitated and grabbed the eighth thorn. The moment he grabbed it, Shimizu's body trembled. The invisible pain caused him to let out muffled roars.
The moment Wang Lin's hand touched the thorn, his mind was in chaos. Distorted memories appeared. These memories were like fragments that poured into his mind, causing Wang Lin's mind to swell with pain.
He didn't have the time to look at these memories in detail. Grabbing the eighth thorn in his hand, he fiercely pulled it out and lifted it by four inches!
Shimizu clenched his teeth and didn't let out a violent roar. Instead, he held it in and squeezed out muffled hissing sounds from between his teeth.
This short period of time felt like an eternity to Wang Lin and Shimizu. As the thorn was pulled out bit by bit, Wang Lin's expression twisted. The countless memory fragments in his mind almost made him go crazy. However, his hand didn't tremble at all. Slowly, slowly, he lifted the thorn higher and higher.
Finally, the thorn that had penetrated deep into Shimizu's head was completely pulled out by Wang Lin. The moment the last thorn left Shimizu's head, blood flowed out from the corner of Shimizu's mouth. His entire body fell off the mountain and fell toward Wang Lin, who caught him.
His head tilted and rested on Wang Lin's shoulder. His body was so weak that Wang Lin almost couldn't feel his weight. He could only hear the weak words coming from Shimizu's mouth.
"Thank you …" After saying this, Shimizu fainted.
"Senior Brother …" Wang Lin threw away the thorn in his hand and held Shimizu. Tears flowed down from his eyes.
"Not bad, but the last two thorns were much more difficult than before. Forget it, take it and leave this place." The seven-colored figure waved his right hand and the Dao Fruit flew toward Wang Lin.
"Since I said I'll give this to you, just take it."
Wang Lin helped Shimizu take the Dao Fruit. He took a profound look at the seven-colored figure and put away the Dao Fruit. He held Shimizu and quickly retreated. They were about to leave this Seven-Colored Realm.
Wang Lin felt a strong sense of dread toward the seven-colored figure. He couldn't guess why the other party was doing all this.
While silently pondering, just as he was about to leave, Wang Lin stopped. He turned around and looked at the T-colored figure in the distance.
Wang Lin's voice was hoarse as he asked, "Why?"
"He's just a game. If you want to save him, then I'll let you take him away. As for why... I want to see if the spirit cultivators who appear here will experience the same wonderful transformations as that brat Zhan Yuan.... Perhaps I'll be able to track him down with that transformation...."
"What are you looking for?" Wang Lin frowned. He didn't understand what the other party was saying.
"If you can meet him, you will know."
The seven-colored figure smiled and waved his right hand. Wang Lin's body was pushed back out of his control.
Wang Lin's eyes were filled with shock and he gradually left the Seven-Colored Realm.
Before he left, Wang Lin asked one last question, "Are you the Celestial Sovereign?!"
"Yes and no …" A ghostly voice echoed and Wang Lin's vision blurred. When it became clear, he was standing in the star system of the Brilliant Void. Before him, the rift to the T-colored realm slowly shrank until it disappeared without a trace.
His body had also regained its freedom, but the scenes from before had left an extremely deep impression on him. He seemed to have vaguely understood something, but more than that, he was at a loss.
"What is he looking for … If the little cultivator Zhan Yuan he spoke of was Old Devil Zhan, then what wonderful change has happened to Old Devil Zhan … This change will allow the seven-colored person to find what he is looking for …" While pondering, Wang Lin retreated and looked at the dissipating Seven-Colored Realm with a complicated expression.
"Is the matter with Shimizu just a game …" There was a flash of coldness in Wang Lin's eyes as he appeared outside the Alliance headquarters with Shimizu in his arms. They were on an abandoned planet.
There were no cultivators or spiritual energy on this planet; only some fierce beasts lived here. However, for Wang Lin, this was the best place to remove the seal on Shimizu.
In a valley on this planet, Wang Lin sat in the lotus position and placed the unconscious Shimizu in front of him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to cultivate. He wanted to suppress the rejection force in his body, but in the end, it was very difficult to do so. He could only slightly ease the intense pain.
There were still countless thorns in his body. Although it couldn't be seen from the outside, the pain he felt every time he breathed reminded Wang Lin of their existence.
The price of saving Shimizu this time was very heavy.
However, even if Wang Lin had to choose again, he would do it without hesitation. Even if it didn't conform to his mind, even if it was very stupid.
The reason he had waited so many years to save Shimizu was because he didn't have the slightest bit of confidence with his cultivation, so he couldn't save him.
But now, with his cultivation, he had the slightest bit of confidence to save Shimizu. If he continued to wait until he had more confidence, until he became a third step almighty, until he had enough power, then he didn't know if Shimizu was still alive … Sometimes, if a person calculated everything so clearly, analyzed everything so clearly, and considered their own interests first, then in the end, such a person wouldn't understand what love was.
He knew it was dangerous, but he still had to go!
If it was Shimizu, then Wang Lin believed that with Shimizu's personality, he would make the same choice. He would save Wang Lin!
That was enough for him.
It was a very simple reason and a very direct choice, but how many people in this world could do it … Everyone cherished life, but sometimes, some things were more important than life.
However, there were already very, very few people who believed in this.
Wang Lin was not a gentleman, nor was he a ruthless cultivator. He was a person of flesh and blood, a person who cared about love.