An hour later, Wang Lin left the forest. His expression was calm, but he sighed in his heart. The python was indeed one of the eight doors, but it wasn't the real one.
"If I continue to search for them one by one, I might be able to find the real one. However, even if I complete the Cloud Dao Heavenly Art, the reversal of the third soul's memories isn't strong enough … In that case, it will be very difficult to find the eight doors one by one.
"Right now, I can only wait for the Dong Lin Sect competition in a few months. The Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign will never forget this competition. If I can reverse his memories during the competition, I should be able to find the real one while his memories are in chaos!" Wang Lin floated in the air and began to ponder.
His figure turned into a cloud and flew toward the Dong Lin Sect.
Time passed by quickly, and three months later.
More accurately speaking, it was the fifth month since Wang Lin had learned the Cloud Dao Heavenly Art. The Dong Lin Sect competition began!
The Dong Lin Sect was one of the nine Shi San sects. Every 30 years, there would be a competition for the low level disciples. The outstanding ones would be chosen to be heavily trained.
They would also be allowed to cultivate in the Dong Lin Pool for a few days, causing the competition to be extremely intense.
The strong preyed on the weak, and this was a cruel thing to begin with. Therefore, even though the competition required the participants to stop when necessary, there would still be deaths and injuries. As long as there was no continuous killing, the sects would usually ignore this phenomenon.
The Dong Lin Sect had a total of 321 lineages, and each lineage would send out three to five people to participate in the competition. The lineage that won would receive great rewards, so the competition was cruel.
The competition between more than 1,000 people would take a while. Every time this happened, it was a rare time for the Dong Lin Sect to be lively. Planet Dong Lin was too big, and very few disciples knew each other. Each competition was a chance for them to get to know each other.
On this day, Su Dao's teacher came out of closed door cultivation again. After gathering all the disciples, he chose three people to participate in this competition.
Naturally, Wang Lin and Zhou Li were among them. The other person was a young woman. She was beautiful, and smiled before she said anything.
This woman's name was Qin Mei. In the memories of the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's third soul, he had a deep impression of this woman, and there seemed to be some admiration for her. Unfortunately, after this competition, this woman had become dao companions with Zhou Li, cutting off Su Dao's thoughts.
It was very difficult for outsiders to imagine that the current Su Dao would become the decisive and scheming Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign. However, Wang Lin could empathize with him. He still remembered that he was two thousand years ago, and he was like a completely different person compared to now.
The environment could change everything. Experiences could change one's nature. This was fate. It could be good or bad.
"Junior Martial Brother Su, I haven't congratulated you for obtaining the qualification to cultivate the Cloud Dao Heavenly Technique. I haven't seen you around for a long time, and I only saw you today." While Wang Lin was in deep thought, a pleasant voice that sounded like the chirping of a lark entered his ears.
It was Qin Mei. She looked at Wang Lin with a sweet smile. Her words were soft and her fragrance blew into his face.
Wang Lin smiled faintly. He was very calm and didn't speak.
However, when Qin Mei saw his smile, she was surprised. In her memory, Su Dao had always been shy. If she spoke to him, he would definitely blush and not know what to do.
However, the carefreeness in his smile was very different. It seemed to contain an indescribable feeling.
Su Dao was already an extremely handsome person, and now that he had a smile similar to Wang Lin's, he had a unique charm.
A short distance away, Zhou Li watched this scene with a gloomy expression. The current him looked the same as five months ago. However, the traces of blood and exhaustion in his eyes clearly revealed the torment he had suffered in his heart over the past five months.
Qin Mei seemed like she wanted to speak, but her teacher waved his sleeve and a cloud surrounded the three of them. They flew into the air and flew toward the Dong Lin Sect's main sect.
The competition of the low grade disciples would be held in the main sect square of the Dong Lin Sect. If it was any other time, the disciples of the various departments weren't allowed to enter unless they were summoned.
Only during the Grand Competition would the disciples of the various departments be able to enter this place. In fact, many people would only have this opportunity once in their entire lives.
The square wasn't big, but it could hold thousands of cultivators. However, the Dong Lin Sect was one of the nine sects of the Shi San Sect, so their foundation was immeasurable.
In this square, the sect master and elders of the Dong Lin Sect would constantly set up formations and restrictions. Every time there was a competition, they would open a small part of them and tear open the world to enter the Dong Lin Spatial Crack that belonged to the Dong Lin Sect.
That was the battlefield for the first round of the competition.
At this moment, streaks of light whistled through the sky above the main square of the Dong Lin Sect. Each streak of light was the teacher of each lineage leading the disciple over.
Because this was the competition of the low grade disciples and there might be future geniuses among them, the Dong Lin Sect wouldn't invite outsiders to watch. It was a matter of the sect.
However, from the sect master and the high elders to the deacons, they would all come to see if there was anyone among the low grade disciples.
When Wang Lin arrived at the square, more than half of the disciples participating in the competition had arrived. Although there were a lot of people, it didn't look chaotic at all. It was very orderly and there wasn't much noise.
As a result, there was naturally an invisible pressure that filled the hearts of the people in the area. As more people gathered, the pressure grew stronger. It pressed down on their hearts, causing their hearts to beat faster, and at the same time, they did not dare to make any noise.
An hour later, all 321 departments' disciples had arrived. They stood in the square nervously and silently.
Wang Lin's expression was calm, but Qin Mei no longer had a smile on her face. Her expression was very serious, as if she was very nervous. Zhou Li was a bit better, but he was also very nervous.
When Qin Mei saw Wang Lin's calmness, she was even more surprised, but for some reason, her heart slowly calmed down.
"Our Dong Lin Sect has produced many geniuses, allowing our sect to become one of the nine sects and thirteen factions. All of this was exchanged for with the blood of your ancestors. It has been passed down to your generation.
Today is the grand competition of your generation. I hope to see the future of our Dong Lin Sect from you. I hope to feel the unyielding and decisive spirit of our cultivators from you!
"The first trial of the competition is to enter the Dong Lin crack for three days. Within three days, the top 30 disciples with the most tokens will pass!"
A majestic voice echoed across the square. There was a flash of golden light and hundreds of figures appeared. These figures were all experts of the Dong Lin Sect. At this moment, they were sitting in the air and looking at the 1,000 disciples below.
Dozens of gazes fell on Wang Lin.
Wang Lin had seen the same scene in the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's memory. The words were the same, the number of participants was the same, and even the golden light in the sky was the same. The only difference was that most of the gazes in the Seven-Colored Celestial Sovereign's memory were on Zhou Li.
As for Su Dao, although there were a few gazes on him, Su Dao's mind trembled. He lowered his head and looked very embarrassed.
On the other hand, although Zhou Li was also trembling, he didn't retreat. He raised his head and clenched his teeth. With his talent and the qualification to learn the Cloud Dao Heavenly Law, he had shined brightly.
But right now, everything had changed.
There were gazes on Zhou Li, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. The gazes only swept past him and gathered on Wang Lin.
As for Wang Lin, his expression was as calm as ever. It was as if these gazes didn't affect him at all. In reality, this was indeed the case.
Zhou Li clenched his fists and lowered his head. His eyes were filled with monstrous jealousy and resentment. He didn't understand why things had become like this in the past five months. Why did the cowardly Su Dao change so much? All of this should have belonged to him, but Su Dao had taken it away.
"Enter the trial!"
At that moment, the dignified voice rang out once more, and the entire square was replaced by colorful light. It shone brightly, and a huge vortex appeared in the sky above the square. The vortex rotated like a black hole, and within it was an unfamiliar world.
The moment the vortex appeared, all the low-ranked disciples in the square were surrounded by light and turned into long arcs that shot toward the vortex.
More than a thousand people, more than a thousand beams of light, entered the vortex. Moments later, all of them disappeared without a trace. The entire square was empty, with only the Masters of the various departments remaining. They clasped hands respectfully toward the figure in the golden light, then sat down cross-legged to observe the ceremony.
The vortex in the sky slowly stopped rotating after everyone entered and turned into a mirror-like surface. It clearly revealed everything inside the spatial crack. As long as one's divine sense entered it, they would be able to see everything inside.
This method allowed the powerful cultivators of the Dong Lin Sect to find the future geniuses!
This was a boundless, pitch-black land. The sky was dim, and it was filled with a cloud of dust and mist at dusk. This was the space fissure opened by the Donglin Sect.
Everything was modeled after a certain area on the Immortal Astral Continent.
When Wang Lin appeared, he was on a plain covered in grass taller than a person. This location was exactly the same as in Seven-Colored's memory.
Back then, Su Dao had his token snatched away in the first trial and failed.
He could only watch as Zhou Li, as well as a few others from the other departments, shone brightly in the first stage.
And Su Dao was just an insignificant speck of dust under that light.
This matter had a deep impact on Su Dao, and he had been cruelly abused by Zhou Li. Although he hadn't been killed, that kind of injury was something Su Dao would never forget. This was the key to his change in personality!
Wang Lin looked up at the dim sky and muttered to himself, "I'm here, everything will change …"
He had arrived at the Kempinski Hotel in Chengdu. During the annual meeting, there would be updates as usual!
This time, he could shout for monthly votes!!