The first person Wang Lin killed was, more accurately, his master, Sun Dazhu!
He raised his finger, and the sawdust fell. Not long after, the wooden sculpture was formed. Sun Dazhu's expression of despair and fear at the moment of his death was completely displayed on the wooden sculpture.
Looking at Sun Dazhu's carving, Wang Lin's heart was calm.
Back then, if it wasn't for Sun Dazhu's greed for the gourd, he wouldn't have died.
The cycle of cause and effect. If there was life, there would naturally be death.
The second carving was of a middle-aged man. His eyes were bloodthirsty and his lips were thin, making him look extremely mean. At this moment, there was a flying sword in his right hand. This flying sword gave off a cold glow and a murderous aura suddenly spread out.
He was the second person killed by Wang Lin, Zhang Hu's master, old man Jimo's disciple!
Back then, this person wanted to kill Wang Lin, but in the end, he became the second person to die by Wang Lin's hands.
After looking at the carving, Wang Lin put it to the side and took out another piece of wood.
The third carving was a young man. He was Teng Li, the person who chased after Wang Lin all those years ago!
Thinking about Teng Li, Wang Lin's heart was slightly shaken, but he quickly calmed down.
The scene of him fighting with Teng Li replayed in Wang Lin's mind. After a long time, the blade in his right hand quickly moved across a piece of wood. After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Teng Li's carving was completed.
This person was quite handsome, but there was a hint of arrogance on his face. His right hand formed a seal, and his eyes were gloomy, hiding a deep sense of greed. There was even a hint of a determined smile on his face.
However, this smile had already become a thing of the past.
Along with this smile, the entire Teng family bloodline also disappeared.
One by one, the carvings were completed in Wang Lin's hand. Every time he finished carving, he would put it to the side. Gradually, there were more and more carvings on the ground.
Strands of indistinct killing intent slowly thickened. Every time a wooden sculpture appeared, the killing intent in the shop would increase.
If a cultivator were to pass by, he would clearly see that aside from the snow, there was a layer of ice on top of Wang Lin's shop.
Wang Lin turned a blind eye to this. He was immersed in his memories, carving out all the dead souls he could think of.
Gradually, Wang Lin forgot that he was sculpting. He was completely immersed in his memories, and the four hundred years of his life slowly appeared in his mind as if he was looking at a stranger.
From the beginning, when he was a weak youth, he entered the Heng Yue Sect. In the Heng Yue Sect, he didn't have enough talent, so his cultivation was slow. Then he entered the heaven defying bead space, and finally Situ Nan appeared and the Heng Yue Sect was kicked out by the Xuan Dao Sect.
Then, he left the Heng Yue Sect and cultivated alone. He met Zhang Hu, killed Zhang Hu's master, and went to Teng Family City. He didn't expect Teng Li to come.
Thus, he parted ways with Zhang Hu, and even now, he did not know whether Zhang Hu was still alive or not.
After Teng Li's pursuit, Teng Li finally died by his hands. After that, a lot of disputes began.
Shiyin, Jue Ming Valley. At this moment, a bolt from the blue completely changed his life.
The death of his parents and Teng Huayuan's ferocious expression caused his body to be destroyed. With the help of Situ Nan, he escaped to the foreign battleground.
Thus, there were 400 years of killing. In order to increase his cultivation level, in order to get revenge, he did everything he could to increase his cultivation level. He made himself ruthless, heartless, and even cold-blooded.
The country of Hou Fen, the Sea of Devils, the Land of the Auspicious God. These scenes flashed through Wang Lin's mind. The Ten Thousand Devil Hundred Day Kill Order. That was the most he had killed outside of the Teng family.
As for the Land of the Ancient God, especially Hunchback Meng and company, Wang Lin's impression of them was unforgettable.
The many years he spent in the Land of the Auspicious God allowed him to go through a complete transformation. Whether it was his mind or his body, they all went through a complete transformation.
However, this place was also very dangerous. If he wasn't careful, it would have been hard for him to escape.
Then, he reached the Nascent Soul stage in Chu and met Li Muwan again. After he successfully reached the Nascent Soul stage, the revenge he had been waiting for for 400 years finally began.
In Zhao, anyone with the Teng family's bloodline died by Wang Lin's hand to settle this karma.
Wang Lin's hand never stopped. As he recalled, one carving after another quickly took shape. His hand moved faster and faster until only afterimages could be seen.
The memories in his mind also moved faster and faster. Gradually, he saw his 30 years of life as a mortal, birth, old age, sickness, and death. All of these scenes slowly entered Wang Lin's mind.
After a long time, there were no more memories in his mind. There were only two words: life and death.
Life and death, a change in the cycle of life and death. During the 400 years of killing that Wang Lin carved, he understood the meaning of death. During the 30 years of becoming a mortal, he understood the meaning of life.
When he tried to comprehend the heavens' reincarnation dao, although he failed in the end, it left a deep impression on him. It was as if he had pierced through a piece of paper, allowing Wang Lin to have an epiphany.
It was only an epiphany, but it didn't mean he had seen through it.
It could only be said that the current Wang Lin's state of mind had reached a level where he could control his own cultivation. There was a saying in the Shang Ji cultivation world that had a long history.
"Look at the mountain as the mountain, look at the water as the water."
At this moment, Wang Lin was like this.
The moment he opened his eyes, there were already countless carvings in the shop. An evil light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes. This gaze was very similar to Tuo Sen's in the Land of the Ancient God.
He quietly looked at the many carvings in front of him and slowly raised his hands. Suddenly, the carvings trembled and gathered in his hands. Gradually, more and more carvings appeared, but at this moment, a black vortex appeared between Wang Lin's hands. Although the carvings fell into the vortex one by one, the size of the black vortex didn't change at all.
One by one, the carvings flew into Wang Lin's hands. When the last carving disappeared into the black vortex, Wang Lin calmly looked at the vortex. The bag of holding on his waist suddenly opened, and three baleful blood balls flew out.
They merged into the vortex. When the last blood ball entered the vortex, Wang Lin's eyes revealed a strange light, and his hands moved.
The black vortex quickly changed shape under the control of Wang Lin's hands. Finally, it gradually became more and more solid. After a long time, the black vortex gradually disappeared, and a black seal appeared in front of Wang Lin.
This seal was the size of a palm, and there was a statue carved on it. However, this statue had no face, only a figure.
This black seal contained all of the killings that Wang Lin had committed in the past 400 years. He was the representation of death.
Wang Lin's right hand pressed on the black seal. Suddenly, a feeling of blood melting into water filled his heart. He took a deep breath, and the black seal gradually disappeared from his hand, fusing with his Nascent Soul.
Wang Lin pondered for a bit. He looked at the shop that he had lived in for more than 30 years with nostalgia. He casually waved his hand, and all the carvings in the shop disappeared.
Then he opened the door of the shop and walked out into the snowy night.
Wang Lin slowly walked down the street. The snowy wind became stronger.
When he first walked out of the shop, his figure was still that of an old man in his twilight years. However, as he walked toward the end of the street, his body gradually straightened, and the wrinkles on his face slowly disappeared. In the end, when he stood at the end of the street, Wang Lin had successfully transformed from a mortal to a cultivator.
He said that he hadn't reached the Soul Formation stage yet, but at this moment, he was very close. He had grasped the life and death domain, and he had comprehended the heavenly dao. Wang Lin could already feel a feeling of his body floating in the air.
It was as if there was a mysterious force stretching out in the sky and pulling him up.
This feeling was a sign that he was about to reach the Soul Formation stage. At this moment, he didn't need to comprehend the heavenly dao or comprehend the domain. All he needed to do was find a place to quietly cultivate for 10 years and he would naturally reach the Soul Formation stage.
Wang Lin stood at the end of the street and carefully looked back at the empty street. This was the street that he had lived in for more than 30 years. Every blade of grass and tree was reflected in Wang Lin's heart, and he felt a trace of reluctance in his heart.
After looking for a long time and remembering everything in his heart, Wang Lin let out a sigh, turned around, and disappeared into the night.
10,000 kilometers away from a city in the south of the Four Sect Alliance, there was a large number of mortals. Simple houses were scattered all over the place, and there were many people living in these houses.
They were all mortals that had been gathered here to participate in the snow clearing work. Daniu lived in one of the houses.
There were more than 30 people living in the same room as him. The room wasn't big to begin with, but it was now very crowded.
Da Niu laid on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
He missed his wife, he missed his son, and he missed Wang Lin even more.
Everything in the past had vanished into thin air in this snowstorm.
Before the snow disaster, he was still a shopkeeper with enough food and clothing. He even had his own shop and hired a few workers. His son had entered a celestial sect and become a celestial.
In that entire street, he could be said to be quite famous.
His wife and he had always been in love, and their lives were beautiful.
He even planned that when Uncle Wang grew older, he would stop making wood carvings and take care of him in his old age.
In his heart, the death of his parents had caused him to regard Uncle Wang, who had watched him grow up, as an elder. However, this snow had changed everything.
He didn't know how his wife was doing. A few months ago, when he heard that even women and children were being recruited, he felt uneasy. His wife's health had never been too good. In this cold and snowy weather, would she be able to endure it …