In the core of the cave world, inside the furnace surrounded by black gas, there was the Five Flower Eight Doors Formation.
The five flowers bloomed, and only the third flower withered. However, the eight gates were hidden within the fifth flower. As they fused with the fifth flower, the eight gates could be a blade of grass, a tree, a person, a beast. All living things in the world could become gates.
As a result, it would be extremely difficult to find the true door among the eight in the fifth flower!
Wang Lin had no clue, but he still had to enter the fifth flower and enter the core of the cave world, the last trial.
The activation of the fifth flower required the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's third soul. This third soul contained the memories of the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign, and after the fifth flower absorbed it, it underwent a mysterious change. The world that was opened was the world of the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's memories.
The sky was not blue. Instead, it was filled with dark clouds. Behind the dark clouds, one could vaguely see nine suns hanging high in the sky, emitting bursts of scorching light. However, this land was too vast and boundless. Even with the nine suns, there seemed to be places that could not be illuminated.
The wind carried a hint of moisture as it swept across the ground, kicking up dust. It spread far into the endless mountain range and moaned in the mountains, causing large amounts of leaves to rustle.
This mountain range surrounded the mountain range and was built with jade carvings. There were many palaces and pavilions that rose one after another. From a distance, there were no less than 1,000 of them. They overlapped with the mountain range, making it hard to tell if the mountains were made of jade or if the palaces were made of jade!
Every pavilion, every hall, every carved balustrade and jade carvings were different. They were all different, but they were all connected by the mountain range. From afar, it looked like a grand palace in the mountains!
A thin layer of clouds, like a white mist of Immortal Qi, filled the mountain, obscuring the palace from view. There was even a mysterious feeling. Occasionally, hundreds of cranes would cry out and fly through the clouds, as if they were having fun.
There were still a few people sitting on the crane, but they could not be seen clearly as they were hidden by the clouds.
In this mountain range, behind the clouds, at the end of the pavilions, outside the palace, there was a mountain peak. There was a small river flowing down from the top of the mountain. After many years of flowing, it had slowly washed out a river that was about ten feet wide. It flowed down the mountain and connected to a pool at the bottom of the mountain. It was unknown how many branches it had split off to and where it went.
Wang Lin sat on a bluestone next to the river, frowning as he looked at the river.
On the distant mountain peak, the sound of a bell reverberated, but he didn't care.
He had been in the world of the fifth flower for more than two months, but he hadn't found any traces of the real door.
The river water was clear, and there was even a reflection of Wang Lin in the reflection.
He wore a green Daoist robe that glowed with a faint green light. Clearly, it had a certain level of defensive power. A jade pendant hung from a red string was tied to a Daoist belt around his waist.
The jade pendant was glittering and translucent. It was no ordinary item, and as it flickered, it was beautiful.
However, the reflection of Wang Lin in the river water was completely different from his real appearance. He had red lips and white teeth, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes. His eyes were deep and profound, as if they contained infinite magic. Anyone who looked at him with the same surname would be subdued, and anyone with a different surname would be filled with admiration.
He looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old, and was the most handsome person Wang Lin had ever seen in his life.
However, if his face was filled with the vicissitudes of time and the helplessness of life, he would look very similar to the seven-colored statue that Wang Lin had obtained from the Greedy Wolf!
Looking at the reflection of the river water, although it had been two months, Wang Lin still had a strange expression on his face.
"After entering the fifth flower and entering the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's memory, I became him …" Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky. The bell in the temple behind him echoed once more.
"Immortal Astral Continent … This is the Immortal Astral Continent.
I didn't expect to step foot on the Immortal Astral Continent for the first time in the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's memory. "Wang Lin looked up at the nine suns in the sky and revealed a bitter smile.
This world belonged to the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign and was formed from his memory. It could be said to be an illusion, but everything inside existed back then.
"The sects of the Immortal Astral Continent are indeed not something the cave world can compare to …" Wang Lin touched the daoist robe on his body. The protection of this robe could resist the full power of an Ascendant cultivator.
"However, how can I find the real door … Perhaps only the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's third soul knows … My current appearance is also affected by the third soul, but I can feel that I haven't fully fused with the third soul … I can't fuse with it."
Wang Lin scooped up some river water and casually scattered it. However, just at this moment, he frowned once more.
"Su Dao!
You have guts. The bell has rung twice and you still haven't gone to welcome Teacher out of closed door cultivation! "
A sharp voice came from behind Wang Lin. Behind him, a young man in his twenties walked down the mountain path. He was also wearing a daoist robe. This young man stared at Wang Lin with a cold gaze.
"I was ordered by my eldest senior brother to capture you and take you back to be punished according to the sect rules!"
The young man sneered as he approached Wang Lin. His right hand reached toward Wang Lin's hair. He obviously wanted to grab Wang Lin's hair and take him to the temple at the top of the mountain.
Just as the young man's hand closed in, Wang Lin turned around and coldly looked at the young man. This gaze caused the young man's mind to rumble. It was as if Wang Lin's gaze was like two swords that pierced his eyes and directly into his soul.
The young man's expression changed greatly and he stood there in a daze. It was as if his body had frozen.
All of this happened in an instant. When Wang Lin's gaze moved away, the young man seemed to recover his breath. He retreated several steps and almost fell. He looked at Wang Lin with fear in his eyes.
"You … You …"
Inside the world of the fifth flower, Wang Lin had taken on the appearance of the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign and obtained his memories. He knew that the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign had a weak personality and was not as ambitious as he later became.
The Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign at this age should have been protected due to his great talent. However, his teacher was in closed door cultivation all year round, so his talent was envied. His life in the sect was not as smooth as it had been.
The young man before him was one of the people that was often bullied.
However, his fellow sect members wouldn't openly reject him; they would secretly deal with him. Most of them were like this young man and dealt with according to the sect rules.
It wasn't until more than 10 years later that the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign caught the eye of his teacher and slowly rose to prominence in the sect.
However, Wang Lin wasn't Su Dao, so he naturally wouldn't let history pass as it had.
As the young man retreated in horror, Wang Lin took a step forward and stood next to the young man. The young man's face immediately turned pale and the fear in his eyes became even stronger. Even now, he still couldn't imagine what had happened.
He had been out for a while and had just returned yesterday. He didn't expect Su Dao to be like a completely different person. He was completely different from before, when he allowed himself to be bullied.
"You …" The young man was about to speak, but his voice suddenly stopped. Wang Lin's right hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up. His breathing was blocked and his face immediately turned red. He grabbed Wang Lin's arm and struggled to break free.
However, no matter how much he struggled, Wang Lin's hand was like an iron clamp that didn't slow down at all.
Wang Lin grabbed the young man's neck and slowly pulled him closer. He looked at the young man and said, word for word, "Don't provoke me. There won't be a next time, understand?"
The young man's pupils were a bit unfocused and he was almost scared out of his wits. He trembled and couldn't nod, but his expression clearly showed that he didn't dare to provoke Wang Lin again.
Wang Lin slowly let go and smiled. He patted the young man's head and slowly said, "Follow me up the mountain." With that, he turned and walked toward the temple at the top of the mountain.
The young man touched his neck and gasped for breath. It took him a while to recover and he looked at Wang Lin with fear and awe. At that moment, he felt death. He even felt that Su Dao could really kill him with a thought. He trembled and quickly followed behind Wang Lin.
The mountain road was winding and the steps seemed to go into the sky. As Wang Lin walked on them, the wind blew his hair and clothes. There was also the fragrance of the earth in the wind that seeped into his heart. It was very comfortable.
"With this kind of celestial spiritual energy, all life on the Immortal Astral Continent will become strong and suitable for cultivation.
Even plant spirits will appear and fierce beasts will turn into humans … "Although Wang Lin knew that even the celestial spiritual energy and fragrance in the wind were fake, this meant that the Immortal Astral Continent was indeed like this.
It was completely different from the cave world.
As they moved forward, the dark clouds in the sky became even thicker. When a few of them came into contact with each other, loud rumbling sounds could be heard. Lightning flashed by, and when they looked up, the lightning looked like a silver snake twisting and flashing by.
"It's going to rain …" Wang Lin murmured as he walked up the steps to the top of the mountain. He saw the magnificent temple at the top of the mountain. This temple was thousands of feet wide and looked like the habitat of a giant beast.
Outside the temple was a square about 10,000 feet wide. There was a giant incense burner in the center with nine incense sticks as thick as an arm burning. Green smoke rose into the air.
At this moment, there were nearly 100 cultivators standing on the square. They were in groups of twos and threes and talking to each other.
The moment Wang Lin stepped into the square, Thunder rumbled and bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, forming a curtain of rain. Even people's figures became blurry in the rain.
The rain fell on the green stones of the square, making pitter-patter sounds. The sound intersected with the sound of the rain, making the sound even louder. Almost in an instant, the entire ground of the square was filled with countless ripples from the rain.