"Come in!" Wang Lin said in a deep voice.
Without making any noise, the door was pushed open, and a servant wearing a blue robe walked in.
He was holding a tray with some fruits on it. After entering the room, he did not even look at Wang Lin. He placed the tray on the table and turned around to leave.
"Wait!" Wang Lin said.
The servant stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking at Wang Lin.
Although the room was dark, with Wang Lin's eyes, as long as he wanted to, he could clearly see the servant's appearance. This person wasn't very old, only 13 or 14 years old. His face was white and clean, and his eyes were very handsome.
Before Wang Lin could say anything, the servant opened his mouth and pointed. There was only half a tongue in his mouth.
Wang Lin was stunned, but he did not say anything.
The servant gave Wang Lin a friendly smile, before he turned around and left, closing the door behind him.
For some reason, Wang Lin had an eerie feeling toward this immortal abode.
Looking at the fruits on the tray, Wang Lin fell silent. He closed his eyes and continued to meditate. His right hand was placed on his storage bag, just in case he was in danger, so he would have enough time to react.
Time gradually passed. Three days were gone in the blink of an eye.
In the past three days, apart from the servant, Wang Lin did not see anyone else. On the second morning, he went out for a walk, and all the servants he saw along the way had lost half of their tongues, unable to speak.
Apart from that, there were many powerful forbidding auras around the place, which Wang Lin was unable to break in a short period of time.
There was something strange about this place.
After pondering for a while, Wang Lin decided not to explore further. He stayed in his room and meditated, allowing himself to reach his peak condition to face the battle with Red Butterfly.
Ten days passed without any distractions. One day, as Wang Lin was meditating, he suddenly sensed something. His eyes snapped open, and he saw a middle-aged man sitting on a chair in the room. The man picked up a teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. Then he put the teapot down and looked at Wang Lin.
This person had a dignified appearance. He didn't have a beard on his face, but he had a bit of stubble on his face. His eyes were bright, and there seemed to be misty clouds swaying within them. He sat there without saying anything, but he represented dignity.
Wang Lin's gaze was calm. He wasn't surprised that the person in front of him could easily enter the room without being detected. In Rosefinch, there were many people with high cultivation. Wang Lin wasn't a child who had just stepped onto the path of immortality, so he wouldn't be easily shocked.
The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and tapped his right index finger on the table without saying a word.
Wang Lin was also silent and did not speak.
The room was completely silent. This kind of silence was a bit scary. An invisible pressure slowly spread through the room as the middle-aged man tapped his index finger on the table.
If Wang Lin hadn't reached the Soul Formation stage, he wouldn't have been able to withstand this pressure. Even if he was at the early stage of Soul Formation when he entered the Celestial Realm, it would still be difficult.
But now, Wang Lin was very calm.
After a long time, the middle-aged man stood up. He didn't even look at Wang Lin as he turned around and walked out of the room.
From beginning to end, he didn't say a single word.
After he left, Wang Lin stood up and walked to the table. There was a puddle of tea on the table, revealing two words.
"If you lose, die."
Wang Lin silently pondered. He wiped his right hand on the table and the puddle of tea disappeared.
He looked at the darkness outside the window and his eyes lit up.
The middle-aged man just now was definitely at the Soul Transformation stage. He was most likely White Snow's master.
The two words this person left behind made it clear that if he lost to Red Butterfly, only death awaited him!
Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat down, and closed his eyes to cultivate.
A few days later, the day of the battle arrived.
The giant altar in the country of Rosefinch was very lively. Messengers from all the cultivation countries were waiting for the battle.
The country of Rosefinch had already announced the battle between Wang Lin and Red Butterfly 10 years ago. This battle attracted the attention of most cultivators.
Although the two people fighting were only at the Soul Formation stage, there was a huge difference in their statuses.
Red Butterfly was the genius of Xue Yue. She was the most talented person in the country of Rosefinch.
She reached the late stage of Soul Formation within 100 years and was one of the people most likely to reach the Ascendant stage.
Ceng Niu was a nobody, but he was able to obtain a cauldron, enter the Celestial Realm, and cut off one of Red Butterfly's arms.
If that was it, it wouldn't attract much attention. However, when Ceng Niu entered the Celestial Realm, he was only at the early stage of Soul Formation. He was able to fight against a late stage Soul Formation cultivator and even cut off one of her arms. As a result, he became a legend.
Now that the two of them were fighting again, it attracted the attention of everyone else.
Red Butterfly was quietly standing on the right side of the altar. She was wearing a light blue palace dress with a dark purple pattern embroidered on the sleeves. It was very simple.
Her hair was like a waterfall and was tied up with a blue ribbon. She didn't have any other accessories on her.
She was very pure and refined, but she couldn't hide her delicate face.
However, when the wind blew, the empty sleeves caused Red Butterfly's picturesque figure to look a bit blurry.
Red Butterfly's beauty was just like her talent; she was arrogant and ruthless.
There were rings of white runes floating in the air around the altar. There were many bamboo chairs on top of the rings, and there were already people sitting on them. There were men and women, young and old. They were all messengers from the cultivation countries.
From a distance, although there were less than 100 people, there wasn't much difference.
Although there were more than 100 people, there wasn't any noise.
These people were sitting in the rings of light. In the innermost ring, there were only four bamboo chairs. At this moment, there were four people sitting on the bamboo chairs.
These four people were all old men with white hair.
At this moment, a red-crowned crane flew over from afar. A white-robed young man stood on top of it. His posture was straight and his hair was tied up by a purple ribbon. Although his appearance was ordinary, he had an indescribable temperament.
Beside him stood a woman in purple. This woman's appearance wasn't inferior to Red Butterfly's.
The red-crowned crane flew in the air and let out a cry. The white-robed young man leaped down and landed on the altar.
He was Wang Lin.
Red Butterfly lowered her head to look at the empty sleeve on her right arm. When she raised her head, there was a flash of coldness in her eyes, along with a hidden hatred.
As a proud daughter of the Heavens, before she met Wang Lin, she had never been defeated by anyone of the same generation.
Wang Lin was the first person to defeat her and even cut off one of her arms. If Wang Lin had defeated her fair and square, although she hated him, her hatred wouldn't be so intense.
However, back then, Wang Lin had attacked her when she was at her weakest. Not only that, but he had also tried to destroy her Dao Heart. After all these years, her cultivation hadn't improved at all. All of this was because of Wang Lin.
Only by killing him could she recover her Dao Heart.
Wang Lin's expression was the same as usual. He calmly stood on the altar and looked at Red Butterfly.
A white-haired old man sitting on one of the bamboo chairs coldly looked at Wang Lin and Red Butterfly and said, "You're not allowed to leave.
He said, "Old Man Rosefinch Mountain, Elder Gongsun Po, will be the judge of this battle between you two."
He formed a seal with his right hand and pointed at the air. Suddenly, a door of light appeared between Wang Lin and Red Butterfly.
"Go in. That place will be your battlefield!" After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes and didn't say another word.
Red Butterfly didn't say anything else. She walked into the door of light and disappeared.
Wang Lin's gaze was calm. He carefully looked at the door of light and walked in.
After the two of them entered, the door of light immediately grew larger and covered the entire altar. Inside the door was a desolate mountain. From the outside, one could clearly see everything inside the door.
After Wang Lin entered the door of light, he immediately sensed that this door of light was a transportation array. When he appeared, what appeared before him was a desolate mountain.
The surroundings were completely silent. The sky was dark and there was an irritating aura covering the sky.
Giant ancient trees grew in the surroundings. Ten feet away, there was a red patterned python that was as thick as a water bucket. Its body wriggled as it lowered its head from the trunk of the tree. It flicked its forked tongue and coldly looked at Wang Lin.
"Ceng Niu!" A shout came from the sky!
Wang Lin's body moved and he flew into the sky. He saw a red light rushing over at an extremely fast speed. Before the person arrived, an icy aura immediately spread out.
The icy aura turned into thumb-sized particles that quickly took shape. They immediately condensed into a giant ice giant ten feet away from Wang Lin.
This giant was more than ten feet tall. It was expressionless, but it waved its giant fist and punched at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he retreated.
There was a flash of red light above the giant's head and Red Butterfly appeared. Her eyes were cold as she stared at Wang Lin. She spat out a bright light that turned into an ice rose that landed in front of Red Butterfly.
She had made up her mind that she wouldn't continue fighting with Ceng Niu. She would use the fastest speed to kill this person.
As the ice giant punched out, Red Butterfly's left hand gently plucked a petal from the rose and threw it forward. The petal was like a boat in the middle of a huge wave as it floated forward.
Wang Lin let out a snort. He waved his right hand and the restriction flag appeared. He waved it and a restriction aura appeared. It turned into many evil dragons that intertwined with each other to form a giant black fist that collided with the giant's fist.
"Bang!"
A heaven-shaking rumble echoed and the ancient trees below immediately shattered. Even the giant python was forced to roll on the ground. There were many bloody wounds on its body, and these wounds were caused by the shockwave.
The huge impact caused the ice giant's body to immediately take a step back. Cracks appeared on his fist and pieces of ice fell from his fist like dancing ice crystals.
Wang Lin's hand shook and the fist formed by the restriction spiritual energy collapsed. A powerful force entered the restriction flag and after a series of popping sounds, cracks appeared on the restriction flag.
"This is a treasure that my country of Xue Yu spent 500 years creating, the Ice God!
Ceng Niu, today you will without a doubt die! "
Red Butterfly's eyes became cold. Her jade-like hand pointed at the air and the dancing rose petals immediately changed.
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