Mu Bingmei left.
She left the cave, left Suzaku, but she wasn't alone. Beside her was a man in white. This man had white hair and an ordinary appearance, but he gave off an indescribable temperament that made people feel comfortable. He held Mu Bingmei's hand, just like in the dream dao. He held her hand and didn't let go.
He vaguely heard Mu Bingmei's words in the sky.
"You … Are you an avatar or your original body …"
Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei and softly said, "I'm Wang Lin, I'm by your side."
Mu Bingmei looked at Wang Lin and gradually revealed a smile. That smile was very beautiful and very happy.
As they flew away, they left Suzaku and no one knew where they went … They turned into rays of light and disappeared into the sky. On the ground, in a place they couldn't see, Wang Lin stood there and smiled as he watched them leave.
Avatar or original body, only Wang Lin knew the answer.
Perhaps the one that left with Mu Bingmei was Wang Lin's avatar and the one watching them was his original body, or perhaps … it was the opposite!
There was no answer.
Shi San also left. His life had been spent chasing in Wang Lin's footsteps. Now, Wang Lin wanted him to fly alone. When a bird grows up, it has to face the wind and rain alone. It has to look at the rainbow in the wind and rain. Only by doing this can it truly grow into an indomitable person.
They all left … Only Wang Lin remained on Suzaku. Before entering the dream with Liu Mei, he went to pay his respects to his parents. Now, after paying his respects again, he came to the home he once lived with Li Muwan.
It was a valley that had been restored by him through the passage of time.
In the valley, Wang Lin settled down and accompanied Li Muwan. As time passed, he felt ordinary. He held Li Muwan and counted reincarnations together. It was as if he had been like this for a long, long time.
In the solitude, he immersed himself in the inner peace, experiencing the warmth.
As the years passed, Wang Lin planted many flowers and plants in the valley. He watched the flowers bloom, watched the summer rain fall, watched the autumn wind play the song of time, and watched the snowflakes float down from the sky.
Wang Lin had been accompanying Li Muwan all this time. The sound of the zither seemed to be reverberating in his ears, as if he had traveled back thousands of years.
Ten years, ten years, ten years … In this peaceful valley, Wang Lin lived for seventy years.
He was here with Li Muwan, forgetting everything else. He didn't think about his own cultivation base, didn't think about his enlightenment of Essence, didn't think about all the plots and plots and the twists and turns of life. In his eyes, there was only Li Muwan. In his mind, there was only her, and in his ears, there was only the sound of zither music echoing through the years.
On the 200th year after returning to the cave world, a guest arrived at the valley where Wang Lin lived. This guest was a bald man. His appearance was the same as before; there was no change at all.
He walked out of the world and stood outside the valley for a long time. He looked at the hundreds of flowers blooming in the valley, at the wooden house in the middle of the sea of flowers, and at the lonely figure sitting cross-legged in front of the wooden house.
The man let out a sigh and revealed a melancholy expression.
He held a wine jug in his hand and let out a sigh as he walked into the valley. He passed through the sea of flowers and arrived next to Wang Lin. He looked at Wang Lin for a long time before sitting down opposite of Wang Lin.
Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked up at the bald man before him. A smile slowly appeared on his face. "You came."
The bald man nodded in silence.
"Can't forget …" After a while, the bald man handed the wine jug to Wang Lin. He took out another and took a big gulp. Some of the wine flowed down from the corner of his mouth and landed on his clothes.
"I never wanted to forget, so how can I not forget?" Wang Lin took the wine jug and took a sip.
"You are torturing yourself." The bald man had a complicated expression as he looked at Wang Lin.
"Torturing …" Wang Lin muttered. He drank the wine and didn't continue to speak.
"You are tired.
Speak. "
"Yes.
Give up … You won't succeed. If you continue like this, Wan Er will also be tired … "The bald man shook his head." Should I call you Mo Zhi or something else? "Wang Lin looked up at the sky. After a moment of silence, he slowly said," This bald man is the one who told Wang Lin in the temple on that rainy night that year, Mo Zhi!
"Mo Zhi … That has always been my name." The bald man sighed.
"Wang Lin, you should have some guesses as to the answer to all of this. I can tell you everything … You …" Mo Zhi was about to open his mouth.
"Don't say it. There are some things that I want to think about myself." Wang Lin shook his head and took a big gulp from the wine jug.
"Drink with me … We haven't seen each other for a long time." Wang Lin smiled as he looked at Mo Zhi.
The bald man didn't say anything. He held the wine jug and drank with Wang Lin. Night fell, and then the sun rose. The two of them didn't say another word.
When the sky was bright again, Mo Zhi stood up and looked at Wang Lin. He sighed.
"I'm leaving … I hope you can succeed …." He didn't try to persuade Wang Lin any further. He turned and walked off into the distance. Just as he was about to leave the valley, he stopped. He didn't look back, but instead, turned his back to Wang Lin.
"Master wants me to ask you, when are you going to return the Defying Mortal Dimension's Boundary Compass …?" Mo Zhi's words echoed throughout the valley. With that, he walked out of the valley and disappeared into the distance.
As usual, Wang Lin sat there cross-legged, drinking wine. He didn't pay any attention to Mo Zhi's words or his departure.
He had long understood some things, but he knew that he was himself. His name was Wang Lin, and he was born in the country of Zhao in Suzaku. He grew up in a small mountain village in a carpenter's family.
Step by step, he stepped onto the path of cultivation. Step by step, he reached where he was today.
Resurrecting Li Muwan was his own decision. It wasn't a decision he made because of some consciousness or reincarnation. It was a choice he had made.
"I am me …" Wang Linguo wasn't confused, but he was very clear.
"Whether it is Mo Zhi, Red Butterfly, or even Mo Zhi's teacher and Tian Yunzi … They all think that everything in the world, the cave world, and the Immortal Astral Continent are all illusions. They are all created by my dream dao …" Wang Lin muttered. He had long since understood all of this!
"However, is it really like this …" Wang Lin faintly smiled. He stood up and looked at the sky. His eyes shined brightly.
"Tian Yunzi, do you really think I don't know your origin?"
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he looked at the sky. He vaguely saw that beyond the sky, beyond the Immortal Astral Continent, in the boundless darkness, there was a figure wearing black with extremely long, black hair. This figure gave off a sense of destruction and slaughter as if it was coming from afar.
The target of that figure is the Immortal Astral Continent. "
"Tian Yunzi, the answer to all of this is not you telling me in the Immemorial God Realm, but me telling you there!
I'll let you know what the real truth is! "Wang Lin waved his sleeve and a skull appeared in his hand.
This skull belonged to Ji Qiong.
The skull flickered, and a line of tiny words appeared on it before quickly disappearing.
"You're all wrong …" Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and smiled. He turned toward the cabin and looked at Li Muwan. Wang Lin sat down beside her and looked at her as if she was sleeping. His gaze was gentle.
"Wan Er, you will wake up … Because I already know the real method … And I have already begun in the ancestral temple."
Wang Lin's eyes revealed a hint of madness. This method was indeed crazy!
Time gradually passed as summer, autumn, and winter alternated. Wang Lin had spent many years accompanying Li Muwan in this valley. This kind of peaceful life was something that Wang Lin had rarely experienced aside from turning into a mortal and entering the dream dao.
He accompanied Li Muwan, talking, recalling his memories, and immersed himself in his own world.
Over the years, Shi San had returned several times. Each time, he would accompany Wang Lin for a few months before leaving to continue his own life and cultivation.
Xu Liguo and Liu Jinbiao had used some unknown method to find Chung Ta-hung. With the three of them working together, they were extremely happy in the cave world.
In particular, their bodies had reincarnated on the Immortal Astral Continent, so they could borrow Wang Lin's power to enter and exit the cave world. As for Zhong Da Hong, with Wang Lin's help, he could do the same.
As a result, after sweeping the entire cave world, the three of them and the sea dragon that liked this activity left the cave world and began their legendary experience on the Immortal Astral Continent.
However, before they left, Xu Liguo's group of three came to Wang Lin. They served him diligently and flattered him. Finally, to Wang Lin's amusement, he left his aura and mark on them to ensure their safety. Then Xu Liguo's group of three left in excitement.
With Wang Lin's tiger skin and the power of the Golden Exalt sea dragon, they were confident they could deceive the Immortal Astral Continent!
On the 60th year after Xu Liguo's group of three left, Wang Lin took Li Muwan out of the valley, out of Suzaku, out of the cave world, and toward the Immortal Astral Continent.
Before he left, his divine sense saw the Celestial Realm and saw the cultivators there digesting the dao he had left behind. He saw Shi San and many old friends.
He withdrew his divine sense and took one last look at the cave world!
There were still three months until the Immemorial Shen Realm opened on the Immortal Astral Continent. That would be Wang Lin's final stop!
"When I leave the Immemorial God Realm, Wan Er, you will accompany me …" Wang Lin murmured as he stepped into the door of the cave world and disappeared.
Everyone was anxious about the monthly votes. No need to worry about the monthly votes. This month, there was no point.