It was similar to when he entered the Seven-Colored Daoist's illusion. This illusion was led by Shimizu, and Wang Lin used the Ghostly Sail to search for the truth hidden in the ancient past.
In this illusion, the sky was blood red and the earth was brown. It was as if it was soaked in blood and gave off a pungent smell of blood. Perhaps it was because the smell of blood was too strong, but as soon as Wang Lin appeared, he felt a sense of suffocation in his chest. It was as if a large stone was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Looking around, Wang Lin saw a sea of corpses. The earth was covered in corpses, but very few were complete. Most of them were broken limbs.
He could still vaguely see the eyes that contained the fear from when they were alive, as well as the vague figure that was frozen in the eyes by death.
It should be said that this was a mortal palace. It should have been magnificent, but now it was stained with blood and became a palace of death.
A thunderous rumble came from the distance and a large amount of dust scattered. Wang Lin saw a palace collapse in the distance. Inside the collapsed palace was a man in blood robes. His right hand was holding an old man in a royal robe. His expression was cold and filled with killing intent.
"Today, Qingshui shall be returned to you for all the troubles your clan has brought to my family!"
The man's right hand squeezed and the old man in the royal robe exploded. Blood splattered everywhere and stained the man's body and face.
At the same time, hundreds of rays of sword energy appeared in the sky. They were hundreds of cultivators flying over on their swords. They let out a heaven-shaking howl and instantly closed in on the palace.
But at the instant they closed in, the man suddenly raised his head, and a demonic red light appeared in his eyes. The red light flashed and flew out from his eyes. It turned into a bolt of red lightning that shot through the sky and pierced through the bodies of the cultivators.
In the blink of an eye, the red lightning and thunder rumbled. The hundreds of cultivators trembled and then collapsed.
"Ji Realm …" Wang Lin muttered. He looked around at the man in blood and his eyes revealed enlightenment.
"This is only the first illusion. It was in the country of Shimizu …" Wang Lin stepped on the sticky blood on the ground and walked toward the man.
Step by step, blood dyed the earth red. The smell of blood carried Shimizu's hatred, and it was so strong that it wouldn't dissipate at all.
"If the heavens stop me, I'll destroy the heavens. If the celestials stop me, I'll kill the celestials!!"
Shimizu's face was filled with killing intent as he looked at the hundreds of cultivators collapsing in the sky. A monstrous killing intent erupted from his body.
"I'll make this world bleed with blood. I'll make this world suffer the fate of reincarnation!!" Shimizu's voice echoed in the world, revealing the madness in his heart.
As Wang Lin closed in, he looked at Shimizu's back and felt like he was looking at himself in the Teng family.
That back was extremely bleak and lonely. Although he had gotten his revenge, there was no joy. There was only sadness and melancholy, as well as a sense of weariness and hatred toward the heavens, the earth, and all living beings!
"Senior brother …" Wang Lin softly said.
The moment his words echoed, Qing Shui suddenly turned around. His bloodshot eyes contained a ferocious gaze as he stared at Wang Lin. Being stared at by him, along with the smell of blood and slaughter, anyone other than Wang Lin would tremble and retreat.
But Wang Lin didn't. Shimizu's killing intent was monstrous, and Wang Lin's killing intent was equally shocking. At the end of the day, they were the same kind of people!
The reason they had such a deep friendship and the determination to fight to the death for each other was because of this!
Shimizu's eyes were filled with killing intent, and they shocked Wang Lin. When Wang Lin saw Shimizu's eyes, they weren't just filled with killing intent. In those eyes, Wang Lin saw pain, sorrow, and longing.
It was just like how he had gotten his revenge all those years ago.
"This is an illusion. It is real, but it is also fake. However, this is not the end for us. Senior brother, sit down. We will enter the second illusion …" Wang Lin softly said as he slowly walked toward Shimizu.
Shimizu didn't say anything. When Wang Lin reached him, he slowly closed his eyes. Two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks, creating two lines of blood on his face. They turned from crystal to turbid, and then flowed down his cheeks and onto the ground, fusing with his blood.
Wang Lin stood in front of Shimizu, placing his hands on Shimizu's shoulders. "Sit down, okay?" he said softly.
After a long moment, Shimizu nodded. His face filled with bitterness, he slowly sat down cross-legged, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.
"Wang Lin, is this only the first illusion …?" Wang Lin also sat down cross-legged, looking Shimizu in the eye.
"A very realistic illusion …" Shimizu murmured. He looked around, and his gaze fell on a locust tree in the distance that hadn't been destroyed. That locust tree had existed for a very long time, and it was struggling to survive.
Looking at that tree, the killing intent in Shimizu's eyes slowly dissipated. Finally, he let out a soft sigh.
"Let's enter the second illusion."
Wang Lin formed a seal with his hands and suddenly spread them to the side. He waved his sleeves, and the world in the first illusion immediately began to distort. There was also a muffled roar. Strands of black gas floated up from the blood on the ground, spinning from the countless severed limbs.
In the end, everything in the first illusion emitted black gas. The black gas quickly gathered together and formed a huge ghost face above Wang Lin and Shimizu.
The ghost face let out a silent roar and charged at the two of them.
The moment it devoured, Wang Lin and Shimizu's minds rumbled once more. It was as if a giant vortex had appeared and pulled out their divine senses and souls. They were pulled into the vortex and taken back to the past!
When the world was first formed, there was chaos in the core of the cave world. This was the center of the entire cave world, and here was the door to the Immortal Astral Continent!
At this moment, in the core of the cave world, the Heavenly Dao opened its mouth and devoured Lian Daofei. Thunderous rumbles echoed across the entire cave world, and Wang Lin appeared at this moment.
This scene was exactly the same as what the Seven-Colored Daoist saw in the crack in the Cloud Sea!
As Lian Daofei's roar echoed, the Heavenly Dao was seriously injured and collapsed. At the same time, the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign in the seven-colored daoist robe revealed a sorrowful expression and his body collapsed!
His body was completely torn to shreds. His origin soul and soul were anchored together and turned into three spiritual and seven physical souls. The moment his body collapsed, they scattered in all directions!
This time was different from when he entered the Seven-Colored Daoist's illusion. This time, Wang Lin took the initiative to use this illusion. He was the source of this illusion, so everything he saw was much clearer than last time!
The first thing he saw were the seven fragments!
The colors of the seven fragments were the colors of the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. The seven colors of the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign scattered toward the reincarnation cycle!
One of the souls was crimson, and it contained the shocking slaughter of the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign. There were countless vengeful souls around the crimson soul, and they were all killed by the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign. At this moment, as his body collapsed and his soul split, all the vengeful souls were absorbed by the crimson soul. They turned into a ray of red light and flew into the distance.
Wang Lin felt Shimizu's aura in this soul. The moment the red soul dissipated and entered the reincarnation cycle, Wang Lin saw a vague figure condense inside the red soul. That figure was … Shimizu!!
There was another fragment, and it was cyan. The cyan light contained the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's cultivation talent. The Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign was able to cultivate to the Void Tribulant Realm, so his talent was shocking and he could be called a genius!
At this moment, the cyan soul rapidly flew away, but Wang Lin once again felt an aura he was extremely familiar with!
This aura caused Wang Lin's heart to tremble, and he almost sucked in a breath of cold air.
The moment the cyan soul dissipated and was about to enter the reincarnation cycle, Wang Lin saw a vague figure appear inside the cyan soul. That figure was … Situ Nan!!
"No wonder Situ Nan's talent is so amazing and his cultivation level is constantly changing. It turns out he was formed from the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's talent!!" Wang Lin muttered to himself as he saw the third fragment!!
This third fragment was orange. The orange light was gentle, but it contained a sense of righteousness. As it shined, it was enough to make anyone with a bad heart tremble. This righteousness was the conscience that the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign had more or less existed in his life!
The third fragment formed by conscience was definitely filled with righteousness. In order to protect someone or something it cared about, or even a thought, it would disregard everything. No matter how tempting it was, it would not be tempted in the slightest!
The moment this soul dissipated into the reincarnation cycle, Wang Lin was shocked to see that the vague figure inside was Qing Lin!!
Qing Lin was the Rain Celestial Emperor. For the Rain Celestial Realm, he had withstood temptation from the Sovereign again and again. Even if he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he still wanted to protect the Rain Celestial Realm. This was formed from his righteousness!
All of this was because he was the third fragment!!
There was also the fourth fragment!
The fourth fragment was yellow, and it shined brightly, illuminating the starry sky. It could almost compete with the three souls outside the seven fragments. This yellow represented the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's luck and destiny. The person who reincarnated with this soul would definitely have a destiny that the heavens would be jealous of, an indescribable existence!
Such a person seemed to be blessed by the heavens and earth. Wherever he went, magical treasures would automatically come to him. Most of the enemies he encountered would die of their own accord.
The moment the fourth fragment formed by the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign dissipated into the reincarnation cycle, Wang Lin saw the vague figure of the Greedy Wolf inside...
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