Although the ocean occupied a large area of planet Ran Yun, there were still many famous mountains on land. Although the catastrophe from many years ago caused the spiritual energy on planet Ran Yun to not be as dense, it was still a bit better than Suzaku.
Between the famous mountains on planet Ran Yun, one could always see the figure of a father and son. They climbed the mountain and stood at the top to look at the world.
They looked at the changes in the world and watched the clouds crisscrossing.
In their eyes, the earth seemed to have shrunk countless times. It was as if they could see the end of the earth with just one glance.
Especially at the peak, when the wind howled, Wang Ping stood against the wind and looked at the world. His soul seemed to be purified and constantly sublimated.
As he climbed up one mountain after another, his frail body gradually gained strength. In his eyes, everything about his father was grand. For example, twenty years of peace, and now, he was challenging the heavens.
After passing through one mountain after another, Wang Ping's heart had broadened. He seemed to have forgotten everything else as he wandered back and forth between the Heavens and the Earth. Although the only person accompanying him was his father, the mountains, the waters, the Heavens, and the Earth all seemed to be able to sense his existence.
There was no loneliness, only the freedom of the soul!
No matter how dangerous the mountain was, it couldn't stop the footsteps of the father and son. No matter how tall the mountain was, it was all crossed by their feet.
Although Wang Ping's body was that of a mortal, his spirit had been tempered time and time again. It had been elevated to a new height.
From the mountain, he experienced life. From the mountain, he solidified his heart. From the heavens and earth, he felt the vastness of the world.
However, he didn't stop and didn't yield to the vastness. Instead, he climbed up again and again. With the greatest possibility of a mortal, he inherited the heaven-defying will from Wang Lin.
Wang Lin didn't teach Wang Ping cultivation, but he used his own method to endlessly impact Wang Ping's soul.
When he was thirsty, he would drink spring water. When he was hungry, he would eat fruits. When he was tired, he would sit on the ground. When he was sleepy, he would lie on the ground and use the sky as his blanket.
Three years passed by in the blink of an eye. In these three years, Wang Ping's respect for his father grew. In his eyes, his father was the greatest person in the world.
After conquering the mountain, the next step was the river!
The figures of the father and son duo would occasionally appear in the various rivers. They looked at the majestic rivers and listened to the heaven-defying roars.
The lone boat carried Wang Ping's vision and gradually sublimated soul. In the river, under the raging waves, it kept moving forward and challenging itself.
Wang Lin and his son's figures could be seen everywhere on this large river that surrounded most of planet Ran Yun. The sound of laughter came from Wang Ping's mouth most of the time. Accompanying this laughter was Wang Lin's hearty laughter.
This kind of laughter was rarely seen from Wang Lin. It could even be said that it was extremely rare.
His laughter seemed to be infectious, making Wang Ping even happier.
It seemed that as long as his father was by his side, he would be satisfied!
"Father, Ping 'er will stay by your side for the rest of his life. Even if I die, if there is another reincarnation, even if we are no longer father and son, I will never forget you!" In the river, Wang Ping's voice was resolute and decisive!
This lonely boat traveled through the river and traveled across most of planet Ran Yun, heading towards the entrance of the ocean.
The trip on land had ended, but the voyage on the sea had just begun. On the sea, a ship was riding the wind and waves. As the sea breeze blew, Wang Ping's world expanded infinitely.
Islands after islands, waves after waves, he saw heavenly lightning striking the surface of the sea, bringing bursts of lightning with it. He saw a whale that was as large as a village, and he even saw a mirage.
The vastness of the sea far surpassed the land. Wang Ping's eyes became even brighter. He felt that the sea's tolerance was like his father's, infinitely great.
After fusing with the infinity of the sea, the fierceness of the mountains, and the length of the river, he felt the vastness of the world. Five years later, when Wang Lin and his son returned to land, Wang Ping had been reborn.
Although he was still a mortal, his spirit could accommodate the Heavens and Earth!
When they returned, the last mountain they jumped over was the Qilian Peak next to the Fallen Moon Village!
The childishness on the twenty-seven year old Wang Ping's face had long been swept away. What replaced it was a determined expression. His appearance, after eight years of experience, had gradually gotten rid of the bewitchment. What remained was only a peerless handsomeness.
On his chiseled handsome face, there was a smile as bright as the sun and a pair of bright eyes.
Looking at Wang Ping before him, Wang Lin revealed a smile. After thinking about it for a long time, he found a way to completely remove the resentment in Wang Ping's soul.
Liu Mei's pill and Wang Lin's spell could only remove most of the resentment. However, this resentment was too deep and had already fused with his soul. After 20 years of peace, this resentment had gradually eased. Adding on the eight years of purification and the sublimation of Wang Ping's soul, he had unknowingly removed only a trace of resentment from his soul.
This trace was something that no spell or pill could get rid of. It could only be erased in the cycle of reincarnation.
At the bottom of the Qilian Peak, Wang Lin looked at the mountain village in the distance and softly said, "Aren't you going to go take a look?"
Next to him, Wang Ping shook his head and said, "I'm not going."
Wang Lin didn't say anything more and continued to walk up the mountain. Wang Ping followed behind him and caught up to his father. He smiled and said, "Father, when I was young, I heard people say that there is a celestial fog on the Qilian Peak. If I breathed in it, I wouldn't get sick for ten years. At that time, I was wondering when father would be able to bring me here."
Wang Lin smiled and kindly looked at Wang Ping.
The father and son gradually climbed to the peak of the Qilian Peak. Above the peak, there were countless layers of clouds, as if they were walking on clouds.
Wang Ping took a deep breath and looked at his father. In his eyes, although the Qilian Peak was majestic, it couldn't compare to his father. Although the Qilian Peak was tall, it couldn't be taller than his father's back.
Far away from the clouds, it was a bit dark. Lightning flashed and thunder roared. The might of the heavens and earth attracted Wang Ping's attention.
Not long after, as the thunder gradually grew louder, a wet wind blew and rain slowly fell on the ground. As the dark clouds filled the sky, the rain gradually became heavier.
Maybe it was because it hadn't rained for a long time, but the dust on the ground didn't rise too high. It was soaked by the rapid rain and returned to the ground.
It was like a cultivator who defied the heavens and wanted to ascend to the heavens, but under the might of the heavens, they had no choice but to descend.
How much dust could truly rise to the heavens in this torrential rain …? Thunder and rain intersected, rumbling as they passed. On the mountain peak, father and son calmly looked out at the sky. The rain seemed to be raining down from the Lower Realms, but not a single drop landed on their bodies.
Other than the sound of the Thunder and the rain, there was no other sound.
The thunderstorm came quickly and left just as quickly. Not long after, the clouds dissipated and a rainbow that looked like it was hanging in the sky appeared in front of the father and son.
The beauty of the rainbow was dazzling. At such a close distance, the seven colors seemed to contain the dao of the heavens.
However, at that moment, this peace was disrupted by a whistling sound. A ray of sword light whistled through the air in the distance. It turned into a bolt of lightning, and as it rumbled, it seemed like it was going to shatter the rainbow and pierce through it.
There was a middle-aged man standing inside the ray of sword energy. This person looked like a celestial and was surrounded by celestial spiritual energy. Under his feet was a green flying sword that gave off waves of cold light.
As he flew by, he immediately saw Wang Lin and his son at the top of Qilian Peak and was surprised.
For a mortal to climb this far was not normal. They must have had great perseverance.
This person's eyes were filled with admiration, but he didn't stop. He jumped over the peak and charged into the distance.
Wang Ping stared at the middle-aged man disappearing into the horizon. This was the first time he had seen something like this. The shock in his heart was like an angry wave that couldn't be calmed down for a long time.
Wang Ping muttered, "Father, is this … a celestial?"
Wang Lin let out a sigh and slowly said, "Yes."
Wang Ping pondered. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at his father. His eyes lit up and he softly said, "Father, can you really not let me cultivate …"
Wang Lin's gaze fell on the gradually disappearing rainbow. Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of sadness. He didn't say anything and only shook his head.
Wang Ping didn't say anything else but stared at the place where the middle-aged man disappeared.
After leaving Qilian Peak, Wang Ping remained silent all the way. He walked on the official road until he reached a nearby town. Then, he got on the carriage to the big city. Wang Ping still didn't say a word.
Aside from the driver, only Wang Lin and his son were inside the carriage. Wang Lin looked out the window. The sadness in his eyes became even stronger, but there was also a hint of bitterness that was hard to describe.
The carriage was completely silent. After a long time, Wang Ping lowered his head and softly said, "Father, I want to cultivate …" This was the second time he mentioned cultivation.
The first time was 10 years ago. That year, he was 17 years old.
Wang Lin didn't look away. He continued to look out the window and calmly said, "You are not suitable to cultivate!"
"Father, why?" Wang Ping stared at his father's silhouette and asked unwillingly.
Wang Lin turned his head. Just like 10 years ago, he didn't say anything. He just calmly looked at Wang Ping and quietly watched.
The sound of the carriage wheels rolling on the ground could be heard. In the end, Wang Ping lowered his head and softly said, "I understand, father."
It's the last day of May. Fellow cultivators, don't keep your votes anymore. Give them to me. I'm dying … Also, today is Monday. There are more votes. There's hope for me to get on the list. I'm crying for a miracle!