A mortal's life would end at 100 years old, but not many people could actually live to be 100 years old.
When Wang Ping was 72 years old, he felt the end of his life. One year later, although his body was still healthy, he could clearly feel that his life was coming to an end.
This year's winter came very quickly, just like when Sun Tai left. The snow had already sealed the roads, making it impossible for the villagers to go out. They could only stay with their loved ones and silently spend the winter.
The cold wind was cold, whistling through the world. It seemed to take away one life after another that had reached the end of their lives, sending them to spring. It was like the cycle of reincarnation.
This year's winter seemed to be much colder than the previous years. The cold wind mixed with snow, especially at night, was even more bone-chilling. If the simple houses didn't have hot fireplaces, they would be blown through by the cold wind.
In the west side of the village, a fireplace shined through the window, bringing with it a trace of warmth. However, in this cold night where the snow was falling, it seemed very insignificant.
The cold wind whistled and lingered in the surroundings. This cold wind formed a vortex on the deep layer of snow on the ground, causing large amounts of snow to fall.
The livestock in the village also curled up their bodies and trembled slightly to resist the coldness of the cold wind.
The sky was completely dark, only the countless falling snowflakes could be seen. If one looked at it for a long time, they would inevitably feel lost.
Wang Ping was sitting on a chair with a carving knife in his hand. Stroke by stroke, he carved a trace of his memories at the end of his life.
What he was carving was still his father, but his father's face was even older.
During this year, Wang Ping often dreamed of his childhood. He remembered the feeling of drinking bowls of bitter medicine. The bitterness of the past was now somewhat sweet. This sweetness did not come from the taste, but rather from the warmth of the past.
Qing Yi sat beside him and looked at Wang Ping. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Gusts of cold wind whistled from outside, as if it wanted to rush in and take away Wang Ping who was at the end.
"After I die, burn these statues …" Wang Ping said softly. He looked at the last statue of his life in his hand. This was a half-finished product, and he wanted to finish carving it.
On one side of the room was a huge wooden shelf. On top of it were over a hundred statues, each one of which depicted Wang Lin!
Beside some of the statues was a statue of a child. The child's face was brimming with a satisfied smile as he held onto his father's hand, giving off a sense of attachment.
"Father, I have already forgiven you …" Wang Ping looked at the statue in his hand and said softly.
In this windy and snowy night, a bright bolt of lightning pierced through the sky like lightning. The astral wind layer instantly collapsed and the sound of thunder echoed throughout planet Ran Yun.
At this moment, even the snowflakes in the sky trembled. It was as if they had been frozen in mid-air.
In fact, even the raging frigid wind collapsed in that instant.
All the cultivators on planet Ran Yun instantly noticed this extremely powerful aura. The thunder contained within it was like countless bolts of thunder exploding in the ears of all the cultivators.
The Sun family's ancestor, Sun Xi, had been in closed door cultivation for many years, but at this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes. In a flash, he arrived in the sky and looked over. His expression became gloomy, and it changed greatly.
"What powerful celestial spiritual energy and terrifying thunder!" Sun Xi sucked in a breath of cold air and his pupils shrank.
Behind him, the late stage Soul Transformation cultivators of the Sun family came out one by one. There was a total of eight people.
Sun Qiming stood at the front and said, "Ancestor, this person doesn't seem to have good intentions!"
The Ran family and Zhao family were the same. They weren't as powerful as the Sun family. After all, many of their experts had left countless years ago.
Inside Vast Water City, in the Wang family's room, Wang Lin put down the wine jug in his hand and raised his head slightly. There was no spirit in his eyes. He was like a real old man, filled with turbidity.
After taking a glance, he lowered his head and took a sip of wine.
In the sky, there was a giant beast covered in thunder. Its four hooves were gently stepping on the ground and two lightning dragons were moving between its nostrils. It looked extremely majestic, and there was a middle-aged man sitting on its back. He was the Thunder Celestial Temple's Thunder Daoist!
His eyes were like lightning as he coldly swept the earth. His divine sense spread out without any hesitation, covering the entire planet. Vast Water City was also within it.
However, for some reason, his divine sense didn't linger on Wang Lin for even a moment.
As his divine sense spread out, all the cultivators on planet Ran Yun felt their minds tremble. Aside from the cultivators, all the demons on planet Ran Yun trembled as if they were facing the might of the heavens.
Even the mortals were the same, but they didn't know the reason. They only felt their bodies turn cold and their minds tremble. Then they passed out one by one.
At this instant, planet Ran Yun was silent like never before … Shortly after, Thunder Daoist withdrew his divine sense and frowned. He looked around but didn't find anyone who met the requirements.
When he withdrew his divine sense, the snow fell once more and the cold wind blew again.
"It has been too long. Perhaps he has already left. This person is quite lucky!"
Thunder Daoist pondered a bit and was about to leave. However, just at this moment, his eyes narrowed and his divine sense locked onto a small mountain village on planet Ran Yun!
When the divine sense swept by for the first time, Qing Yi's face turned pale and her body trembled involuntarily. The spiritual energy in her body almost collapsed, and it took her a long time to recover.
Wang Ping was startled. He looked up at Qing Yi and softly asked, "Qing Yi, what's wrong?"
Just as Qing Yi was about to speak, her expression changed greatly and she coughed out blood. A powerful divine sense broke through the snow and cold wind and descended.
This divine sense was so strong that it caused the entire earth to tremble. The thick layer of snow on the ground was instantly blown into the air.
Outside the room, the snowflakes and cold wind that had just recovered collapsed once again. Wang Ping's room in the mountain village seemed to be isolated. Outside, the snowflakes were still falling, and the cold wind was still howling, but outside his room, there was not a single bit of it.
It was as if all the snow and wind had been shattered.
Qing Yi's newly formed origin soul struggled to release spiritual energy. This allowed her to take a step forward and stand before Wang Ping.
Her face was old, but her eyes revealed an unyielding struggle.
"Interesting!
You didn't pass out! "A cold voice echoed in the room.
The moment this voice appeared, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open and a middle-aged man walked in. The moment he stepped in, Qing Yi's face turned pale.
She could feel an unimaginable aura coming from this person. This aura was very strong, like the might of the heavens, and it was impossible to resist.
Before this person, Qing Yi felt like she was an ant. It was as if this person could kill countless of her with just a thought. She would never be able to reincarnate and die without a burial.
What made her pupils shrink was that there was a ray of thunder around this person. Bursts of thunder moved around his body, making him look like a thunder celestial.
He seemed to casually step into the room, but it caused crackling sounds to come from the room. Strands of thunder moved along the walls, and at this moment, it was as if the entire room had become a cage made of thunder!
From the outside, one could clearly see that Wang Ping's house had already been surrounded by lightning. Up in the sky, the Thunder Beast was lying lazily in the air. Its eyes were filled with disdain, as if there was nothing in this world that could attract its attention.
Because it was the Thunder Beast!
The former holy beast of the Thunder Celestial Realm!
Although its bloodline wasn't very pure and there was a big gap between it and its ancestor, its pride was deep in its bones.
Wang Ping put down the wood carving in his hand, stood up, and arrived before Qing Yi. He looked at the middle-aged man and calmly asked, "Who are you?"
At this moment, Wang Ping didn't look like a mortal at all. The calmness in his eyes wasn't an act, it was true calmness.
He stood in front of Qing Yi like a man of indomitable spirit.
All of this was thanks to his father, Wang Lin. 19 years of ordinary life, eight years of traveling the world, and more than 30 years of being the supreme ruler of the mortal world allowed him to have a heart that didn't fear the heavens. He didn't even fear the heavens, much less this cultivator before him!
Qing Yi stared at Wang Ping's back. At this moment, this figure was forever engraved in her heart. Qing Yi's eyes were filled with tenderness. She dissipated her cultivation and calmly looked at the middle-aged man who had stepped into the room.
The middle-aged man meaningfully looked at Wang Ping, and his eyes revealed a strange light. This gaze seemed to be able to see through Wang Ping.
The reason his divine sense had descended here earlier was because when his divine sense swept through the area, all the mortals here had fallen unconscious. All of this was because his cultivation was too powerful, and his divine sense contained the might of thunder. As a result, a sweep of his divine sense was like heaven and earth.
However, the mortal in front of him was the only one who did not lose consciousness. Moreover, it seemed like he did not notice his Divine Sense at all.
This was what attracted his interest, and his divine sense locked onto this place!
He slowly said, "Interesting!
No wonder you didn't faint, so it was like this … "
Just as the middle-aged man stepped into the room, in Vast Water City tens of thousands of kilometers away, Wang Lin, who was calmly sitting on a chair and drinking a mouthful of wine, suddenly looked up. The wine jug in his right hand shattered, and even the wine inside disintegrated without a trace remaining.
When Wang Lin looked up, his eyes revealed a coldness that hadn't been seen in more than 70 years. This time, compared to the time in the restaurant, it was countless times more terrifying. It was like the difference between heaven and earth, and they couldn't be compared at all!
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