"Wang Zhuo …" Wang Lin's eyes became serious.
His body moved as fast as lightning as he charged forward.
Although Wang Zhuo looked like an old man, Wang Lin was able to recognize him at a glance.
Wang Zhuo's heart filled with sorrow. Along the way, more than half of their group had died. He encountered battles like this almost every day, and the shadow of death became even stronger.
The surrounding cultivation countries had either fallen or become vassals of the Forsaken Immortal Clan.
Rank 3 cultivation countries weren't the main battlefield for the Forsaken Immortal Clan; they were only there to train their lower level cultivators.
The country of Rosefinch didn't care too much about the rank 3 cultivation countries and only sent some early stage Soul Formation cultivators. However, as the battle dragged on, the country of Rosefinch withdrew all of the messengers from the rank 3 cultivation countries and gave up on the rank 3 cultivation countries.
In the eyes of the country of Rosefinch, Nascent Soul cultivators were really insignificant in this battle.
Wang Zhuo let out a miserable smile as he watched another of his sect members die. The four Forsaken Immortal Clan members were clearly at the late stage of Core Formation, but they didn't directly kill them. Instead, they chased them like they were toying with them.
Just at this moment, a meteor flew across the sky and gave off an unimaginable aura. The four Forsaken Immortal Clan members were shocked and immediately looked over.
In almost an instant, the meteor disappeared and a person wearing white with flowing long hair arrived before them in just a few steps.
The expressions of the four Forsaken Immortal Clan members changed greatly. The four of them immediately felt an aura from the man in white that made them tremble. This aura was something only a seven-leaf shaman or above would have.
One of the Forsaken Immortal Clan members trembled as he said, "Soul Transformation …" He exclaimed and turned around to escape without a word.
The other three quickly followed.
Wang Lin's eyes were cold as he slapped his bag of holding and the mosquito beast flew out. Without waiting for Wang Lin's order, it let out a roar and caught up to the four of them. Waves of miserable screams echoed as the four of them died a miserable death and became the mosquito beast's food.
This scene happened too fast, so fast that Wang Zhuo and the others were dumbfounded.
Wang Lin turned around, looked at Wang Zhuo, and chuckled, "Wang Zhuo, do you know me?"
"Senior … You … It's you …" Wang Zhuo was startled and immediately recognized Wang Lin as the person who reached the Soul Formation stage in the Heng Yue Mountain.
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years, but you've already reached the late stage of the Core Formation realm. Congratulations! Fine, I'll help you this once and help you reach the Nascent Soul realm!
With that, Wang Lin pointed his right hand and pressed it between Wang Zhuo's eyebrows.
The seal in Wang Zhuo's mind was suddenly broken, and the memories of his previous life drowned him like a flood. His body shook and he fainted.
Wang Lin glanced coldly at Wang Zhuo's fellow disciples. They were all at the early stage of Core Formation. Only one was at the mid stage of Core Formation. Inside that person's body was a spirit seed that Wang Lin had left behind.
Wang Lin asked, "Where are you guys going?"
The person with the spirit seed was an old man. Under Wang Lin's gaze, his body trembled and he quickly said, "Juniors and a dozen or so others were ordered to help a neighboring country. Unfortunately, the neighboring country was no match for the Forsaken Immortal Clan and has already fallen. We've been killing our way back to Zhao."
Wang Lin slapped his bag of holding and a piece of jade appeared in his hand. He left a sliver of his domain on it, threw it at the old man, and calmly said, "Take this and it will guarantee your safe return to Zhao. Go."
The old man acted like he had obtained a treasure. This was his life!
Wang Lin waved his right hand and disappeared.
He excitedly bowed again and again. As he watched Wang Zhuo catch Wang Lin, the old man took a deep breath and respectfully bowed toward where Wang Lin disappeared. This bow was sincere and without any distracting thoughts.
A middle-aged man next to him carefully asked, "Martial Uncle, who was that senior?"
The old man's eyes were filled with reminiscence as he softly said, "That was the only Soul Formation cultivator in Zhao …" The middle-aged man sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Hehe, you should have heard of his name …"
The old man flew off into the distance and his fellow sect members quickly followed.
"Wang Lin. His name is Wang Lin!"
The moment the two words "Wang Lin" came out, even the burly man and his fellow sect members trembled and their eyes were filled with terror.
In the cultivation world of Zhao, the name "Wang Lin" represented a monstrous amount of killing intent. It represented a calamity from the past.
On that day, blood flowed like a river and the land of Zhao was dyed red. No one could forget this.
Even now, the catastrophe of the Teng family was still passed down in the cultivation world of Zhao. It was still remembered by many people and became the life goal of many young cultivators.
On top of a mountain, Wang Zhuo slowly woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, he revealed a hint of confusion. This confusion slowly disappeared and he calmed down. He looked at the white figure standing in the wind.
"Wang Lin …" A bitter voice came out of Wang Zhuo's mouth.
"Wang Zhuo." Wang Lin turned around and smiled.
Wang Zhuo looked at Wang Lin. The memories of his previous life flashed through his mind. Finally, it stopped at the scene of his wife dying in his arms. Then he let out a sigh.
"Thank you …"
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "Of the Wang family, only you and I are left. There is no need to thank me …"
Wang Zhuo hesitated and asked, "You … What is your cultivation level now? Have you reached … Soul Transformation?"
"I haven't reached Soul Transformation yet." Wang Lin looked into the distance.
"Time passes by in a flash. I still remember you and me back at the Heng Yue Sect … Alas …" Wang Zhuo let out a sigh.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he asked, "Wang Zhuo, what happened on Suzaku in the last few years? Why did the Forsaken Immortal Clan appear?"
Wang Zhuo was startled and asked, "You don't know?"
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I wasn't on Suzaku in the last seven years."
Wang Zhuo's heart trembled. Although Wang Lin said it casually, it was completely different in his ears.
Not on Suzaku … This Wang Lin's cultivation level can break through the void … Wang Zhuo took a deep breath and told Wang Zhuo everything he knew.
Wang Lin's expression was still calm, but a huge wave was set off in his heart. The Forsaken Immortal Clan had invaded and almost all rank 3 cultivation countries had fallen.
The rank 4 cultivation countries couldn't protect themselves. The country of Rosefinch fought back with all their might, but they were still pushed back.
Shiyin went all out to help the Forsaken Immortal Clan, and five rank 4 cultivation countries betrayed them.
The Forsaken Immortal Clan had taken over half of Suzaku.
Wang Zhuo slowly said, "Rumor has it that the Forsaken Immortal Clan sent out nine people. Five of those nine people have already been exposed, so no one knows who the remaining four are. The only thing we know is that they must have a very high position in a rank 5 or higher cultivation country."
Wang Lin silently pondered. He didn't think that such a big change would happen in just a few short years.
"Soul Refining Sect …" Wang Lin took a deep breath. He had to immediately return to the Soul Refining Sect to see if there was any change there.
Most of what Wang Zhuo knew were rumors, so he didn't know anything about the Soul Refining Sect.
Wang Zhuo pondered a bit and slowly said, "Wang Lin, can you make a trip back to Zhao to save the country of Zhao from this crisis …"
"Also, my Wang family still has descendants. I have been secretly taking care of them all these years, hoping that the mortals won't be affected in this war. However, when I was helping the neighboring country, I heard that the Forsaken Immortal Clan was looking for children with spirit roots. I was worried that if the Wang family had a child with a spirit root, they would catch the attention of the Forsaken Immortal Clan. Unfortunately, I haven't been back in many years, so I don't know if there are still people with spirit roots."
Suzaku, country of Zhao, rainy night.
A carriage was quickly moving outside the capital of the mortal world of Zhao.
A bald, burly man was sitting in front of the carriage. He waved the whip in his hand and shouted, "Go, go!"
His expression was anxious and he would occasionally look back.
The horse felt pain from the whip, so it let out a long neigh and moved even faster.
A child's tender voice came from inside the carriage. "Mom, where are we going?"
"Mom will take you to the ancestral home. Only there will Yu Er be safe."
The one who answered the child was a gentle and pleasant voice. There was also a hint of anxiety in this voice.
The child named Yu Er continued, "Mom, I was studying with the third prince yesterday. He told me that the country of Zhao is very dangerous right now … It seems like there are people fighting with the celestials. Mom, is that true?"
"Yu Er, rest. Don't ask so many questions."
A man's deep voice came from inside the carriage. There were three people inside the carriage: a husband, a wife, and a child. The woman was wearing a palace dress and looked very attractive. She had a beauty mark on the corner of her mouth, making her even more charming.
The man was wearing an official robe. He looked very dignified and gave off a sense of majesty without being angry. It was obvious that he had been in a high position for a long time, so he naturally had this kind of temperament.
As for the child, he was about six or seven years old. His face was slightly red and he looked very cute.
The carriage was silent for a while. Only the shouting of the bald man could be heard. Then there was the sound of rain falling on the roof of the carriage.
Yu Er obediently responded. Perhaps he was sleepy, so he lay in the woman's arms and gradually fell asleep.
"Your highness, Yu Er …" The woman's eyes turned red and she couldn't say anything.
The man sighed and slowly said, "The celestials in the capital have all left and returned to their sects to fight. The invaders are very powerful. As far as I know, the celestials in Zhao have all been defeated and have gathered in one place."
The woman wiped away the tears from her eyes. She looked at the child in her arms and softly said, "Why are those people looking for these children …"
The man took a deep breath and said with a bitter smile, "Last night, I had a secret conversation with His Majesty. I learned that these people are looking for children who have the aptitude to cultivate. I'm afraid they are planning something big. Alas, it would be great if great-grandfather was here."