Suzaku gave off a gentle glow in the vast sea of stars. In the distance, it was very calm. There was only an invisible speck of dust that made a soft sound and collapsed.
That speck of dust was where Wang Lin had been killed by the Lord of the Sealed Realm … After Old Devil Zhan disappeared, more and more ripples appeared in the space around Suzaku. More and more figures walked out from the ripples. Master Hongshan, Master South Cloud, Qing Lin, Shimizu … and so on.
They didn't appear at the same time but arrived one after another. Their divine senses swept the area until they locked onto where the speck of dust had collapsed. Everyone silently pondered.
They could no longer feel Wang Lin's aura. Just like when Wang Lin disappeared, it was as if he had died.
Master Hongshan's eyes were filled with sadness. After a long time, he silently said, "He didn't die."
"The war is about to begin. The Outer Realm will definitely spread this matter."
Qing Lin let out a sigh as he looked at the collapsed speck of dust. The scenes of him and Wang Lin appeared before his eyes.
Shimizu looked up at the stars in the distance and his eyes were filled with coldness. A powerful killing intent spread out from his body and shrouded the area.
"I will replace him … enter closed door cultivation on the Cloud Sea Battle Platform."
Shimizu closed his eyes and his appearance gradually changed until he looked like Wang Lin. His cold temperament was somewhat similar to Wang Lin's.
He gave up searching for his daughter and gave up his freedom. He chose to turn into Wang Lin and enter closed door cultivation on the platform to become a symbol.
"Junior Brother, I'll give you an explanation for this matter … As long as I, Shimizu, have a chance, I'll do everything I can to get revenge for you!!" Shimizu's closed eyes hid his sadness.
Everyone who came here knew that Wang Lin couldn't avoid this slaughter. This slaughter was clearly a plan the Outer Realm had prepared for a long time to avoid their detection.
It would be difficult for Wang Lin to avoid it, and he would likely die … As the silence passed, everyone gradually dispersed. However, the anger in their hearts became more and more intense … In the distance, Suzaku continued to emit gentle starlight as if it would never change. The people that Wang Lin was familiar with were still immersed in their own worlds. They didn't know what was happening here.
Zhou Wutai was still sitting on the statue of Rosefinch and silently drinking wine.
In the Country of Zhao's Imperial Ancestral City, in the ancient courtyard and the house, the grave was there alone. However, there was no more crying soul in front of the grave.
There were only a few empty wine jugs on the ground, and there was no longer any wine from the Zeng family.
Only the huge statue of Suzaku held the Heaven Splitting Axe and looked at the sky as if it had become eternal … A few days later, a cold-looking young man silently stood under the statue and slowly knelt down. As he kowtowed, tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.
"Master, Thirteen will announce that he's your disciple at the pinnacle before everyone's eyes!!"
A few days later, a beautiful woman with blurry eyes and an old tiger beside her gently stroked the statue. Tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
"Uncle … I'm Zhou Ru … I'm little Ru Er …"
A few days later, a burly man laughed before the statue. As he laughed, tears flowed down his cheeks. He held two jugs of wine as if he wanted to get drunk with the statue.
After he got drunk, the burly man began to cry.
"If I didn't guide you in your cultivation back then … if we didn't meet back then … if I didn't take away your heaven defying bead back then … if you were still a young man who understood …" Several days later, a beautiful woman stood before the statue. She stood there for a very, very long time. She stared at the statue in a daze until the sun rose and set. After repeating this cycle a few times, she silently left. Two drops of tears fell from her eyes as she turned around and left. They fell to the ground and shattered.
She was Mu Bingmei.
A few days later, a woman wearing a pink dress came to Suzaku with a tired expression. She looked at the statue and her eyes were filled with reminiscence.
"The lord doesn't know the concubine, but the concubine knows the lord … A few days later, a few months later … I've forgotten the passage of time. It's like time in the void has no end and can't be found. There are only two broken bodies.
"This place is a dark void. There are no living beings or anything else. It is a deathly silent place that has lasted for an eternity.
There was a dim, blood-colored light in the void. This blood-colored light gave off a golden glow and formed a ring of light. Inside the ring of light, Wang Lin's body collapsed and was covered in wounds.
Beside him, the madman's eyes were closed and his face was as pale as paper. There was no injury on his body, but there was a seven-colored light between his eyebrows. This seven-colored light was formed by the long spear. It couldn't injure the madman's Indestructible Body, but it could injure the madman's unprotected soul after he was seriously injured … This blood-colored ring of light was formed by the drop of golden blood in Wang Lin's hand. It gently wrapped around the two of them. Wang Lin struggled to open his eyes. He didn't know how long he had slept, but he knew that he had only awakened for a moment.
With bitterness in his heart, Wang Lin looked at the unconscious madman beside him. His eyes became gentle and he let out a sigh. He barely raised his right hand and waved it a few times before he opened a spatial rift to his storage space.
Three Dao Fruits flew out and were sucked in by him. The three Dao Fruits shrank until they turned into three rays of light. They brought with them an unimaginably large amount of mixed Dao intent and entered Wang Lin's mouth.
Wang Lin's eyes shined with the strongest light in his life. He tiredly raised his index finger and his left hand grabbed the madman. Then he seemed to be connected to the madman, and his index finger gently pressed down on the spot between his eyebrows.
"Dream Dao …" He circulated the last bit of his power and turned it into Dao intent to cast the third spell he created in his life, Dream Dao.
With the Dream Dao spell, he would use it to dream back a thousand years … In that dream, he would use his life and death, karma, and true and false essences to unleash their full power!
His right hand fell powerlessly and Wang Lin closed his eyes … "Little brother, little brother, wake up …"
"Sigh, why are you so drunk? My inn is going to be closed, quickly wake up …" In a simple and crude inn on the side of the official road, the waiter wearing a green gown helplessly pushed a drunk youth who was lying on the table.
"This is really a scholar. He only drank two cups and he's already so drunk."
The waiter pushed the waiter hard.
"The heavens and earth are the reverse journeys of all things … Time is the passing guest of a hundred generations … And life is like a dream, how much joy is there … How much joy is there … Haha, good poem, good poem!" The drunk young man looked up at the waiter and laughed foolishly.
"Haha, let me tell you, I just had a dream … I dreamed that I became an immortal …" As the young man spoke, he fell to the ground and fell asleep.