Sun Yunshan immediately said, "The location of the Cultivator Alliance is at the northern border of the Fire Demon Country and the Gold Demon Country. That place is covered in miasma all year round, so it is very well hidden."
After he finished speaking, he hesitated for a bit and then asked, "Brother Wang, are you planning to …" Wang Lin smiled and said, "I'm not confident in breaking your restriction, but I presume that ancestor should be able to!"
Sun Yunshan took a deep breath, stood up, took a few steps back, and bowed at Wang Lin. His eyes were filled with excitement as he said, "Brother Wang, I can't thank you enough. I'll remember this. If one day I can return to planet Tian Yun, I'll definitely repay you!"
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "Brother Sun, there is no need to be like this.
"In truth, even if it wasn't for you, I would still have to go to the Cultivator Alliance. That ancestor has provoked me twice. If I don't act now, I'm afraid a third and fourth time will come!"
Sun Yunshan's voice was filled with sincerity. "Brother Wang, no matter what, I'll remember this!"
Wang Lin smiled and shook his head. He put away the broken jade and waved his sleeve. He took Sun Yunshan and disappeared from the pagoda. The moment they left the Soul Refining Tribe, Wang Lin casually waved his hand and the dozen cultivators in the air disappeared without a trace.
The war in the Fire Demon Country continued. The slaughter caused a large amount of blood to flow into the earth every day. The entire Fire Demon Country was filled with the smell of blood.
The war between two countries would inevitably attract the attention of the other seven countries, especially now that the Fire Demon Country was filled with slaughter and there weren't many demon soldiers left in the Sky Demon Country.
All of this was an opportunity in the eyes of the other seven countries, an opportunity that would only appear once in 10,000 years!
On this day, at the northern border of the Fire Demon Country and the Gold Demon Country, a meteor flew across the sky from the miasma. The meteor disappeared outside the miasma to reveal Wang Lin. He waved his sleeve and more than a dozen cultivators flew out and landed on the side.
As for Sun Yunshan, he was standing beside Wang Lin. At this moment, he was both restless and excited. The two complicated emotions were anchored together, and it was inevitable that he would be in a trance.
"Brother Sun, take the jade slip I gave you on the way here. There's a restriction in the jade slip. Although it can't completely dissolve the Celestial Seed, it can slow you down in times of danger!" As Wang Lin spoke, he took a step forward and stepped into the thick miasma.
He had some guesses about his Celestial Seed, but he still needed to meet the so-called Celestial Realm Patriarch to be sure.
In the castle deep within the miasma, the short old man was sitting cross-legged. Facing him were three beautiful women. One of them was Sun Yunshan's little sister, Sun Ruonan.
Wisps of pink Qi floated out of the three women's mouths, noses, orifices, and turned into illusionary shadows that circled around the old man's body as if they were dancing.
These illusory figures gradually became corporeal and turned into fairies wearing colorful clothes. When the old man inhaled, they seemed to become fragrant and were sucked into his mouth.
The moment Wang Lin stepped into the miasma, the short old man suddenly opened his eyes and a ray of golden light shot out from his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, the illusionary fairies around him all disappeared. As for the three women, their faces were filled with exhaustion. In fact, there were even signs of aging on their faces.
Wang Lin stepped into the miasma. The surrounding miasma was very dense, and as he walked, the miasma seemed to have a mind of its own and circled around him.
As Wang Lin moved forward, more and more miasma surrounded him. Ghostly howls came from all directions.
Wang Lin's expression was cold as he said, "Using a soul spell in front of Wang is overestimating yourself!" As he spoke, his hands formed a seal and he shouted, "Soul Vortex!"
His voice fused with the seal and the seal moved with his fingers. The surrounding miasma suddenly surged as if it was boiling and quickly gathered in front of Wang Lin.
It was as if there was a vortex in front of Wang Lin that sucked in all of the surrounding miasma.
In almost an instant, all of the miasma disappeared. For the first time in countless years, this place was exposed to the sun!
There was a fist-sized ball of miasma in Wang Lin's hand, and it was releasing countless threads.
There was a white castle in the distance, and outside the castle, there were nearly 100 cultivators floating in the air. Their eyes were filled with shock as they stared dumbfoundedly at the ball of miasma in Wang Lin's hand.
Wang Lin's expression was cold as he looked at the cultivators. Some of them were from the group that entered the Demon Spirit Land with Wang Lin, and some were unfamiliar.
However, there was one person that caused Wang Lin's eyes to light up. This person was a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt.
When the man in blue saw Wang Lin, he was startled for a moment. He subconsciously avoided Wang Lin's gaze and revealed a bitter expression.
He was from the Heavenly Fate Sect's Blue Division that entered the Demon Spirit Land with Wang Lin!
Wang Lin's voice was calm as he slowly said, "Make way!"
With just one sentence, almost everyone subconsciously scattered. None of these people's cultivation levels were above the Ascendant stage, with the highest being at the peak of the late stage of Soul Transformation. Facing an Ascendant cultivator who could condense the miasma here, they wisely chose to retreat.
However, there were still some people who didn't know what to do. Perhaps they were relying on the support of the old ancestor from the Celestial Realm. A young man wearing a daoist robe shouted, "How dare you! Who are you? Tell me your name, I'm from the Cultivation Earth Alliance …" Before he finished speaking, Wang Lin's cold gaze was like a sharp sword that pierced into his eyes. The young man's words were pushed back by the blood he coughed out.
Wang Lin cultivated the Celestial Slaughter Art, so he had a killing heart. His gaze was like a corporeal object.
The surrounding spectators all sucked in breaths of cold air and retreated a few more steps. The cultivators that didn't scatter the first time immediately changed their minds. They risked the danger of the restrictions in their bodies activating and quickly retreated.
A straight path led directly to the castle.
"Kill this man!" A dignified voice came from within the castle.
After he spoke, the surrounding cultivators' faces immediately turned pale and they began to hesitate.
Fortunately, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew out from the castle and charged at Wang Lin.
"Celestial Guard!" One of the surrounding cultivators immediately said. It was unknown if it was intentional or if they were really that surprised.
Wang Lin's expression was still calm. He didn't even look at the person that charged out from the castle. He took a step forward and calmly walked toward the castle. His pace wasn't fast, but everyone's eyes narrowed.
At this moment, in the eyes of these cultivators, Wang Lin was like an elder of their sect. This kind of aura and calmness was not something an ordinary cultivator could have!
Only someone with a certain level of confidence in their own cultivation could release this kind of aura!
The Blue Division disciple of the Heavenly Fate Sect looked at Wang Lin's figure with a complicated expression. He had heard about Wang Lin and personally witnessed the battle between Wang Lin and Chen Tao for the title of true disciple of the Purple Division. At that time, Wang Lin's performance attracted a lot of attention, but that was it. After all, this Wang Lin's cultivation level wasn't high.
However, at this moment, he didn't dare to have any thoughts of underestimating Wang Lin. Not only did Wang Lin's cultivation level reach the Ascendant stage in a short period of time, more importantly, he vaguely felt like he saw Tian Yunzi in Wang Lin.
Although this feeling wasn't strong, it did exist. As a disciple of the Heavenly Fate Sect and Tian Yunzi's disciple, he was very knowledgeable, so he naturally knew that all of this was due to his dao!
Being able to have this kind of feeling meant that Wang Lin had his own dao!
In the Cultivation World, any cultivator who truly possessed their own Dao Insight and stored this Dao Insight in their heart, comprehended it from the Heaven and Earth, extracted it from the Intent Realm, and integrated it into their Dao Insight was equivalent to having the qualifications to establish their own sect!
In reality, all cultivators have their own dao. However, it is extremely difficult to form this dao intent!
"He … He actually reached this domain …" The man in blue felt melancholy in his heart. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten about the celestial seed planted in his body. All he could think about was the unimaginable gap between Wang Lin, a barbarian from planet Suzaku who was ridiculed for coming from planet Suzaku, and now a grandmaster who had his own dao.
As Wang Lin stepped forward, the black shadow charged at him. When it was only 100 feet away, all kinds of spells arrived. This person's spells were related to beasts. When they were used, they turned into fierce beasts that opened their mouths to devour Wang Lin.
"Without the domain of the Ascendant stage, even if your cultivation level has reached the Ascendant stage, it will still be an illusion. One attack …" Wang Lin pointed forward with his right index finger and softly said:
"Then break!"
There was a flash of black light from his finger and it turned into a ray of black gas that flew out. After Wang Lin reached the Ascendant stage, his origin soul had fused with his domain and origin energy. With a wave of his hand, he could fuse his domain and celestial spiritual energy into an attack. In addition, he had his own dao, so even when he casually used spells, his dao would be fused into them.
The Finger of Death descended and carried Wang Lin's dao intent. It pierced through the illusory beasts and landed on the chest of the man in black that was charging out!
The fierce beast shattered.
The man in black died!
It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but because he had been forcefully raised to the Ascendant stage, he didn't have the qualifications to dodge the attack of a true Ascendant cultivator like Wang Lin!
An extremely serious voice came from the castle. "Who are you?"
From beginning to end, Wang Lin's footsteps didn't stop at all as he walked toward the white castle.
To be honest, Er Gen let out a sigh of relief after completing his promise. Now he had to go to the hospital and might not come back tonight. Even if he did come back, it would be very late.
He hoped that when he came back, there would be a miracle with the monthly votes … He really hoped for a miracle … Everyone, Er Gen begs you to carefully check if you still have any monthly votes left. Don't forget … It doesn't matter if you don't have any monthly votes. The Renegade Celestial is currently in the breakthrough stage, so there are very few recommendation votes. Ever since Er Gen started writing the Renegade Celestial, he had recommended more than 10,000 votes a week, and that was only two times … Compared to other great gods who could get more than 10,000 votes a week, Er Gen's votes were really insignificant.