He continued to search inside the ninth sun, but in the end, Wang Lin found the auras of many people, but he couldn't find Shimizu or Situ. Similarly, he couldn't find the woman that was important to him.
It wasn't until his divine sense returned from the ninth sun that he opened his eyes. There was a flash of confusion in his eyes, and it made Wang Lin look like he was startled by the world.
"Situ and Shimizu's fates, why don't they exist here … Could it be that they don't belong to this cave …" The confusion in Wang Lin's eyes became even deeper.
He thought back to the Seven-Colored Realm in the Summoned River, where he saw Shimizu and the seven-colored daoist. He saw Shimizu's life being watched by the seven-colored daoist. That strange gaze was still vivid in Wang Lin's mind.
"That gaze can vaguely explain why Shimizu's fate isn't in the ninth sun … But Situ … I know a lot about Situ. He … his talent is shocking, and every time we meet, his cultivation increases by several fold … Could it be that all of this is the answer to why his fate isn't in the ninth sun!?"
Wang Lin silently pondered as he looked at the earth below. He seemed to have grasped some thoughts, but these thoughts were covered by layers of fog, making it impossible for him to understand them completely.
"There is also that Tian Yunzi. From the beginning, I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Perhaps only he knows what he is thinking … Even though my cultivation has reached the mid stage of Spirit Void, I still fear Tian Yunzi … This person has a lot of secrets, and they are very deep and terrifying!" Wang Lin looked at the dazzling ninth sun before him, and his eyes gradually became cold.
"Wan Er's aura of fate is different from Situ and Shimizu's. There are traces here, which means it should exist, but I can't find who took away Wan Er's aura of fate!!"
The coldness in Wang Lin's eyes became even stronger. He raised his head and looked at the dark sky. The coldness in his eyes was filled with killing intent.
"Wan Er is only an ordinary woman. Her fate shouldn't be noticed, but now it has been taken away. No matter who took it, I, Wang Lin, have made an oath in the Ancient Celestial Realm to get it back. If anyone dares to change her fate, then even if it's on the Immortal Astral Continent, I, Wang Lin, will wash the Immortal Astral Continent in blood just like I did with the Teng family!!!"
Wang Lin's reverse scale was Wan Er. Now seeing Wan Er's fate taken away made him feel pain, as if his heart was being dug out from his chest. This pain would make Wang Lin go crazy!
The more a person understands, the more they know, and the more they understand, the more pain they will feel. At this moment, Wang Lin was like this. Perhaps if he had a choice, he would choose not to know anything and end his life as a mortal.
However, now that he knew and understood, he had no way out. Wan Er's fate had been taken away by someone else. He had to find it and allow Wan Er to escape fate like him. This would be the first step to awakening Li Muwan!
After seeing the fate of all living beings in the ninth sun, Wang Lin understood that he was going to resurrect Li Muwan and awaken Li Muwan.
The monstrous killing intent in Wang Lin's eyes was gradually hidden. His expression was gloomy, and he didn't even look at the ninth sun. He turned and stepped down toward the ground below him.
The statues of the three ancient clans stood tall on the ground. A bleak northern wind blew past, picking up countless grains of sand and causing dust to fly into the air.
As far as the eye could see, there were no living beings on the ground. There were only ravines and deep pits in the ground between the statues.
The ravines were left behind by a great battle from ancient times. The craters were the same. They were like scars and pits, leaving traces of time on the ground.
The wind could only blow away the dust on the surface of the scars, but it couldn't blow away the aura of heaven and earth left behind by the various divine abilities of the past.
Wang Lin landed on a statue of the god of luck and stood there. His white hair was blown by the northern wind and his white robes fluttered. The wind whistled in his ears, but Wang Lin's eyes gradually calmed down. After a long time, he looked down at the statue below him.
The statue's ancient god was already dead, but there was still a strange power inside. It was this power that allowed the statue to awaken at any time. It could become a puppet that had lost its existence and become the so-called emissary of the Heavenly Dao.
"The three ancient clans became the guards of this cave. Sad, pitiful, hateful!"
Wang Lin shook his head and pointed at the statue below him. The moment he jumped up, a thunderous rumble came from the statue. Cracks appeared where Wang Lin's foot touched the statue and rapidly spread. In an instant, the cracks completely surrounded the statue.
With a violent rumble, the statue collapsed and turned into countless pieces of rubble that scattered on the ground.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Since you all died in battle, don't hold any thoughts of living. Dying on the battlefield is the best ending for people like us!"
Wang Lin waved his sleeves and stepped forward. Wherever he went, all the statues, whether they were ancient gods, ancient devils, or ancient demons, collapsed one by one with a wave of his hand.
"If I don't destroy you today, in the future, when you all awaken, you will disturb the world and become puppets …" Wang Lin let out a sigh and waved his right hand. With a bang, an ancient devil statue collapsed into pieces.
As the statues of the three Ancient Clans continued to crumble, the auras of the Ancient Devils, Ancient Demons, and Ancient Gods emerged from the crumbling statues, turning into wisps of smoke that drifted in the air, forming blurry shadows.
These shadows were what they looked like when they were alive, and it was possible to see their injuries. At this moment, the three ancient clans were confused, but they soon understood everything. They clasped their hands at Wang Lin and turned into wisps of smoke. They moved blindly toward Wang Lin and fused with Wang Lin's body.
As Wang Lin moved forward, all the statues he passed by collapsed. The thunderous rumbles and the countless shadows clasping their hands together in the sky were shocking. There was also a deep sense of sorrow coming from them.
Wang Lin didn't speak and silently walked forward.
Thunderous rumbles accompanied him as the countless shadows clasped their hands to send him off. The auras of the three ancient clans entered the stars between his eyebrows, left eye, and right eye.
The land was vast and boundless. As the statues collapsed, the mournful northern wind blew away the sorrow. The mournful sounds were like murmurs, as if they were telling stories of the past.
After an unknown amount of time, a statue that was tens of thousands of feet tall appeared in front of Wang Lin. There were nine stars between the eyebrows of the statue. Although the ninth star was still a bit blurry, it had already begun to take shape. The ancient god statue was infinitely close to the peak of the ninth star.
He stood there with his right hand clenched into a fist. His fist was only halfway through. His expression was one of pain and unwillingness. His body was frozen by a force, and he became a statue.
He wore a simple set of armor on his body. However, even that armor had become a part of the statue.
This was the ancient god statue that Wang Lin had seen the most stars along the way. Standing before this ancient god statue, Wang Lin could faintly feel the shocking might of this ancient god. The fist that was only halfway through was like it could shatter the world and kill countless cultivators.
Those opened eyes were filled with unwillingness. As long as one looked at it, one would be able to hear the angry roar that came from the statue since ancient times.
Standing before the statue, Wang Lin pondered for a bit. After clasping his hands, he waved his right hand at the statue. Countless cracks appeared on the statue. The cracks continued to spread until they covered the entire statue. There was a violent rumble and the statue began to collapse.
However, the moment it collapsed, a vortex suddenly appeared at the center of the statue's eyebrows, where the nine stars were connected to each other.
As the vortex rotated, the center of the statue's eyebrows seemed to melt. A sharp roar came from the vortex. Wang Lin's eyes narrowed. In truth, the moment the vortex appeared, he noticed it and coldly looked over.
He saw a dried-up hand covered in mucus struggle to reach out from the vortex between the eyebrows of the statue. As it reached out, a gloomy aura spread out in all directions.
This aura came from the dried-up right hand. This hand seemed to represent death and contained a sense of majesty. There was also a faint flash of golden light coming from the hand.
The sharp roar became even more intense and the dried-up hand grabbed at the side as if it wanted to climb out from the vortex. The roar became even clearer, and in just a moment, it was earth-shattering.
"Thou hast disturbed the slumber of my celestial, thou hast destroyed my embryo to heal me, thou hast committed a crime punishable by death … No matter where thou came from, thou must die, die, die … Not only thou must die, but thy tribe will also be buried with thee!
"Thou hast destroyed the embryo, and thy body shall become my embryo … Thou …" "Noisy!"
Before the voice could finish speaking, Wang Lin let out a cold snort and cut it off. He stepped forward and grabbed the dried-up hand with his right hand. There was a flash of coldness in his eyes as he struggled to reach out from the vortex between the eyebrows of the statue. As he reached out, a gloomy aura spread out in all directions.
This aura came from the dried-up right hand. This hand seemed to represent death and contained a sense of majesty. There was also a faint flash of golden light coming from the hand.
The sharp roar became even more intense and the dried-up hand grabbed at the side as if it wanted to climb out from the vortex. The roar became even more clear, and in just a moment, it was earth-shattering.
"Thou hast disturbed the slumber of my celestial, thou hast destroyed my embryo to heal me, thou hast committed a crime punishable by death … No matter where thou came from, thou must die, die, die … Not only thou must die, but thy tribe will also be buried with thee!
"Thou hast destroyed the embryo, and thy body shall become my embryo … Thou …" "Noisy!"
Before the voice could finish speaking, Wang Lin let out a cold snort and cut it off. He took a step forward and grabbed the dried-up hand like lightning. There was a flash of coldness in his eyes as he pulled the dried-up hand out.
"Since you're struggling so much, I'll help you out!
Get the hell out! "
Wang Lin let out a roar and pulled. A powerful force caused the statue to collapse and a naked, dried-up figure was pulled out by Wang Lin and mercilessly thrown toward the ground.
The earth trembled and a monstrous shockwave appeared. A large crater appeared on the ground and Wang Lin charged into the crater!
"As long as you're alive. It doesn't matter if you're a celestial or a cultivator, Wang will take your memories."
Today, he would go home and owe one chapter. Tomorrow, he would release four chapters. Not just one day, but a few days. He would try to make up for the chapters he owed this month as soon as possible!
Feeling apologetic, he clasped his hands and bowed.