Memories flashed through Wang Lin's mind one by one. This process was very long. Wang Lin sat in the yard and slowly tried to figure out how to refine the slaughter energy. He slowed down every time he refined the slaughter energy and looked for a similar opportunity.
After a long time, Wang Lin let out a sigh. After carefully thinking about it, he found that there was nothing similar about the slaughter energy he had refined. It was as if he had obtained it by chance and there was nothing special about it.
"If there is … When I killed Sima Yan, it was a bit strange … When I attacked in anger, I managed to refine a strand of slaughter energy …" Wang Lin's eyes lit up, but then they immediately dimmed.
"However, this doesn't make sense. After all, there were other times when I refined slaughter energy, but my mind wasn't affected. There were also a few strands of slaughter energy that were refined from demon weapons, but I don't know which demon weapon it was."
Wang Lin pondered for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out. He gradually frowned.
"This Celestial Slaughter Art is one of the main reasons I came to the Demon Spirit Land. The reason I learned it back then was to defend against the Tuo Sen.
"The Tuo Sen is so strong that only those with a large amount of life force can resist him … Now I have the Blood Soul Pill, and with these two combined, I can save my life. However, the Blood Soul Pill is limited, so my focus is still on the Celestial Slaughter Art!"
Wang Lin silently pondered. He had cultivated the Celestial Slaughter Art for several years. Refining the first strand of slaughter energy meant that he had reached small success. However, it was simply too difficult to use it to its full power.
"I feel like there are more mysteries in this slaughter energy. Unfortunately, I don't have enough control, so I can't test it." Wang Lin raised his right hand and five strands of grey gas rotated rapidly between his fingers.
"Only five … Even if we include the one on Yao Xixue's body, it's only six!"
Wang Lin let out a sigh. He still couldn't understand the Celestial Slaughter Art. He was very puzzled as to how the slaughter energy was produced.
He thought of many reasons, but each one of them was unique, and there was no common denominator.
"It looks like I need to try a lot and deduce a lot to have a chance to comprehend the mysteries of the Celestial Slaughter Art!" There was a flash of coldness in Wang Lin's eyes and killing intent appeared in his eyes.
After pondering for a while, he immediately spread out his Soul Consciousness and scanned around. He found the two soldiers who were responsible for his daily life outside the courtyard behind the fake mountain.
The two of them feared Wang Lin's spell from the bottom of their hearts and didn't dare to approach. However, they had to obey the order of their commander, so they guarded the yard and didn't allow anyone to disturb them.
Wang Lin's divine sense swept past the two soldiers and sent out a message.
Shortly after, the two soldiers walked into the yard. They stopped 30 feet from Wang Lin and respectfully said, "Greetings, General Wang!"
Wang Lin calmly said, "I'm going out for a trip. The two of you lead the way!"
The two of them were startled and quickly nodded.
Wang Lin walked forward several dozen feet and the two soldiers quickly followed. One of them hesitated for a bit and respectfully asked, "General Wang, do you want me to prepare a war horse?"
"No need!" In a flash, Wang Lin went around the fake mountain and left the yard.
The three of them left the Mo mansion with Wang Lin in front.
The Mo mansion was in the eastern corner of Hong City. This place was very quiet, so he casually walked forward.
Wang Lin didn't walk fast. As he walked, he looked around. After passing through the eastern corner, he arrived at the center of Hong City. This place was close to the river, so there were many pedestrians and shops. It was very lively.
Bursts of bustling sounds entered his ears. There were both men and women walking by. The people of the Demon Spirit Land wore very open clothes, especially the women. They wore bright clothes that revealed most of their skin. It was very pleasing to the eye.
Everything before him caused Wang Lin's tense heart to relax. He slowly walked like a mortal. The celestial spiritual energy in his body unknowingly hid itself like a flowing river that was slowly drying up.
Along the way, Wang Lin would occasionally stop outside some shops to look at them. He would either enter or leave, but the amount of time he stayed was very short.
He was like a passerby, slowly walking in this foreign land.
Wang Lin's appearance wasn't handsome, but as he cultivated, he gained an otherworldly temperament. As a result, some of the more open women would occasionally look at Wang Lin as they passed by.
The white-robed Wang Lin looked like a weak scholar from afar. As for the two soldiers that followed him, they looked like typical guards in everyone's eyes.
However, Wang Lin's body gave off an aura that was completely different from this place. This made it so that he couldn't truly integrate into this place. As a result, his figure had a hint of decline that faintly spread out.
Among the pedestrians around him, there would occasionally be pairs of men and women chatting and laughing with each other. Compared to them, Wang Lin's figure was lonely … As he walked in the crowd, the noise around him seemed to be in another world. The pairs of men and women seemed to be in another time and space. Everything in front of him didn't have the slightest familiarity or connection with him.
An indescribable feeling rose in Wang Lin's heart. He sighed. This street was still very long, but he didn't want to continue walking.
The sky gradually darkened. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the sound of a zither. This zither sound was very light, as if it contained a hint of sadness … This faint sadness, this faint zither sound, strangely matched Wang Lin's mood at this moment. His footsteps stopped.
Following the sound of the zither, Wang Lin slowly walked forward. Not far away, there was a long river on the side of the street. This river surrounded Hong City and was one of the inner rivers of Sky Demon City.
There were several pleasure boats on the river, and the zither sound came from one of them.
Wang Lin quietly stood beside the river and listened to the zither sound. With his eyesight, he immediately saw a woman playing the zither on the pleasure boat … This woman only revealed her back … This back was just like her zither sound, it revealed a faint sadness and loneliness.
Not far in front of her sat several young people who were laughing and drinking with each other. Their laughter seemed so out of place with the zither sound … Wang Lin quietly looked at the pleasure boat as the zither sound entered his ears. He slowly savored it and found a familiar feeling. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the peaceful valley on Suzaku … the home where he and Li Muwan lived … During those peaceful days, Wan Er's zither sound always accompanied Wang Lin.
Wan Er's zither sound also contained a faint sadness. At that time, Wang Lin could hear it, but he didn't really understand it. The sadness in the zither sound was too ethereal, too ethereal.
After Wan Er left, Wang Lin never heard the same zither sound again. Today, when he heard the zither sound here, the sadness in his heart slowly surfaced.
Before Li Muwan left, Wang Lin's feelings for her had always been the feeling of being touched and responsible for hundreds of years of waiting.
This wasn't love … but after Wan Er left, scenes of him and Li Muwan would unknowingly appear in Wang Lin's mind for the rest of his life.
Every time this happened, his heart would hurt, as if he had walked into a forest of sorrow.
In the forest, the dormant emotions slowly awoke.
The bitter sadness and blue sadness were like a cup of bitter water that created ripples that were difficult to erase in Wang Lin's heart. He would always think about the first time he met Wan Er and her panicked eyes … When the zither sound entered his ears, even though he knew it was fake, Wang Lin could still feel Wan Er walking toward him step by step from the void and leaning into his arms … It was just like back in the valley, when he and Li Muwan sat together and quietly watched the sun set … Waiting for the sun to rise … It was always after losing something that one would want to have it again, and it was always after parting that one would want to look back.
In the years since Wan Er left, he had looked back time and time again. This made Li Muwan's figure in Wang Lin's heart become stronger and stronger until it was engraved in his heart. Her might was endless and eternal … The sky gradually darkened. Before night fell, starlight appeared in the sky. There were too many unimaginable things in the Demon Spirit Land, such as the starlight and the moonlight. It was no longer important where they came from. What was important was that the starlight and the zither music touched his dusty memories.
The starlight in the sky reflected in Wang Lin's eyes. As the zither music faded away, strands of emotions gathered in his heart. This emotion was called loneliness, and it lingered in his heart for a long time.
The zither music became fainter and fainter. Wang Lin raised his right hand and touched between his eyebrows. It was as if he had touched Li Muwan inside the heaven defying bead. He softly muttered, "Wan Er, we will meet again … This is my promise to you …" As the boat flew away, the woman's figure also slowly disappeared.
Just as she was about to completely disappear, the woman seemed to have sensed something. She gently turned around and glanced at the riverside in the distance. In her eyes, there was only darkness, not a single bit of light. However, in this darkness, she seemed to see a figure slowly disappearing into the distance.
On the boat, the woman let out a sigh. Her jade-like hands plucked the strings of the zither and a sad zither music echoed on both sides of the river … The boat was brightly lit, but in her eyes, it was still dark, whether it was day or night.
In the darkness, her jade-like hands plucked the strings of the guqin. The sounds of laughter and laughter from the pleasure boats seemed to have just reached her ears when they were deflected by the sound of her guqin, becoming fragmented.
She sat at the bow of the ship, and there was not the slightest bit of light in her eyes. However, at this moment, her entire person was like a flower. Her body was in the mud, and not the slightest bit stained. She was blooming alone … However, this blooming was something that no one could understand, and no one cared about.
The zither music still echoed, but no one was listening seriously … Even if there was, could she see it...