"The opening of the Demon Spirit Land still requires some preparation. This matter is very important, so we all need to invite some friends before we can enter the cave. During this time, you can just wait here."
Tian Yunzi's expression was neutral and there was no trace of anger on his face. After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and a white cloud appeared under his feet. He then stepped on the cloud and left.
"The Purple Forest Pavilion is still reserved for you." Tian Yunzi's voice came from the distance.
Wang Lin looked at where Tian Yunzi left and began to ponder.
"Ling Tianhou's actions have a profound meaning!
When he fought me before, even though he used his final spell, he didn't use his full power … "Wang Lin couldn't guess all of Ling Tianhou's thoughts, but he was able to see through some of them.
"As for this Tian Yunzi … I can't see through him …" Wang Lin still couldn't figure out Tian Yunzi's true thoughts. Even though he was able to find some clues, they were soon explained in other ways, making it all a mystery.
"I can't see through him."
Wang Lin let out a sigh. There was always a layer of fog around Tian Yunzi. He always had a feeling that every time he saw Tian Yunzi, it was a bit different.
In truth, Tian Yunzi's arrangement for Wang Lin's arrival was something Wang Lin had already guessed. However, when he actually faced Tian Yunzi, even though Tian Yunzi's actions were the same as Wang Lin's, he still felt like something was wrong.
Everything was going too smoothly, as if everything was going according to Wang Lin's plan.
Wang Lin frowned as he looked around at the familiar Heavenly Fate Sect. After pondering for a bit, he walked toward the Purple Forest Pavilion.
There was only one path from the square to the Purple Forest Pavilion. This path was a mountain path with many steps. The path was deep and filled with mountains on both sides.
At this moment, the sun was setting and the mountain breeze was blowing. Not only did it bring a chill, it also brought the sound of rustling leaves.
Even the sound of flowing water could be heard in the wind.
Wang Lin had walked this path in the past. Now that he was stepping on it again after hundreds of years, he felt deeply moved.
"Nothing seems to have changed since then …" Wang Lin's pace was not fast as he walked forward slowly.
As he walked, a man and a woman wearing blue robes approached him from the end of the path. Their cultivation levels weren't high, only at the Soul Transformation stage.
Along with the sound of the wind, the voices of the two could be heard.
"Junior Sister, I heard that the Ghost Eye Market will open again in seven days. Many Fellow Daoists have already rushed there in the past few days."
"Ghost Eye Market?
Is it that market city that became famous after auctioning off an immortal technique? "The woman's voice was filled with surprise.
"That's right, it's that Ghost Eye Market. Back then, that Celestial Art could be said to have caused a huge commotion. It was said that even a few old monsters with unfathomable cultivation personally went there for the sake of that Celestial Art.
Immortal technique, with our status, we could only obtain an incomplete immortal technique, and it was a low quality immortal technique. Rumor has it that it was a rare complete immortal technique!
This time, the Ghost Eye Market will open again, and rumor has it that a mysterious item will be auctioned. "
"Ah, what does that have to do with us? Anything in the Ghost Eye Market has an unimaginable price.
Moreover, to enter that place requires an invitation. "
"It doesn't matter. We don't have the qualifications to enter the auction, but we can still enter the free trade zone."
As the man in blue spoke, he took out a jade from his bag of holding. This jade was completely black, but at the center was something that looked like an eye. It gave off bursts of red light and looked very strange.
"Ghost Eye Invitation Jade!" The woman's eyes lit up.
The man in blue was proud and was about to speak when he suddenly looked ahead and was startled. He saw Wang Lin walking down from above.
The woman noticed the change in her senior brother and also saw Wang Lin.
Even with their cultivation levels, they didn't notice Wang Lin's existence at all.
Wang Lin's expression was gentle as he closed in on the man and woman. He looked at the man in blue and smiled. "Senior Brother Li, I trust you have been well since we last met."
"You … You …" The man in blue was stunned. He had just returned to the Heavenly Fate Sect and didn't know that Wang Lin had returned. When he saw Wang Lin, he felt that Wang Lin was very familiar, so he couldn't help but be startled.
However, when he heard Wang Lin's words, his body trembled.
"Wang Lin!!" The man in blue retreated a few steps and his eyes were filled with terror.
Wang Lin smiled. He didn't know the name of the man in blue, only that his surname was Li. He had met him once at the Heavenly Fate Sect and vaguely remembered that this person's gaze was filled with mockery and disdain.
Today, this person's cultivation level had increased from the early stage of Soul Transformation to the mid stage of Soul Transformation.
Wang Lin no longer looked at the man named Li. He walked past the two of them and gradually disappeared.
The woman looked back at Wang Lin and asked, "Senior Brother, his name is Wang Lin?
This name sounds a bit familiar … "The woman looked back at Wang Lin's back and wondered.
"This Wang Lin has returned!
There is no way Master doesn't know he is here. Could it be that he has been forgiven by Master for what happened back then?
"Just now, I couldn't see any spiritual energy fluctuations from his body; he was like a mortal. However, when he walked past me, my mind trembled and the spiritual energy in my body trembled. I was afraid of this person and almost collapsed." The man in blue's face was pale as he pulled his junior sister and quickly left.
The woman was very puzzled. "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
The man in blue quickly said, "His name is Wang Lin. He was the seventh disciple of the Purple Division. Junior Sister, do you still not remember?"
The woman was startled and her expression immediately changed.
"Is he the devil Wang Lin who was rumored to have slaughtered so many people in the Demon Spirit Land that blood flowed like a river? He was chased by Master and many seniors and was still able to escape!!"
In the distance, Wang Lin wryly smiled. Gossip was a fearful thing. Rumors about him had been spreading for hundreds of years and had gradually changed.
After letting out a sigh, Wang Lin walked out of the Heavenly Fate Sect along the small path.
Before him was a mountain peak that pierced through the clouds. The peak was covered in clouds and there was a purple glow. This was where the Purple Division disciples lived.
Heavenly Fate Sect, Purple Mountain.
Looking at the familiar mountain peak, Wang Lin entered a trance. He seemed to see a young man who had just arrived from Suzaku. He walked up the mountain step by step and stood firm here step by step.
As he pondered, the mountain wind blew by. The mountain wind was a bit cold. Although it wasn't bone-chilling, it would take away a lot of warmth and leave only coldness.
There were a lot of plants on Purple Mountain that swayed in the wind. From a distance, it was unknown if it was the mountain moving or if it was his heart.
Stepping on the mountain wind, Wang Lin walked up the mountain. The swaying steps seemed to go straight into the sky.
Wang Lin slowly walked up the mountain. Along the way, he didn't encounter any cultivators, only the sound of the wind passing by him.
Apart from the sound of the wind, there was no other sound. The mountaintop was still the same as before. A corner of an exquisite pavilion was revealed in the distance, and one could vaguely see that there was a vertical board on the pavilion. There was only one word on it.
Purple!
As Wang Lin walked forward, the corner of the plaque was slowly covered up. When he walked out of the cover, what appeared before Wang Lin was the familiar pavilion from all those years ago.
Purple Forest Pavilion!
"I still remember that this place used to be called Purple Cloud Pavilion …" Wang Lin stood there silently for a while, then he pushed open the door to the Purple Forest Pavilion. A moldy smell rushed out.
The decorations in the room were the same as before; nothing had changed. If there was anything, it would be the endless dust. Whether it was the table, the wooden chair, or the bed, everything was covered in dust.
The oil lamp on the table had long since run out of oil.
Wang Lin raised his finger and gently swiped it across the table. Immediately, a deep mark appeared on the dusty surface.
Looking at the dust on his finger, Wang Lin waved his hand.
Immediately, a gentle wind swept past. This wind appeared out of nowhere in front of Wang Lin. When it blew past the table, it kicked up a large amount of dust. Then it passed through the wooden chair, the bed, and all the places in the room. It was as if a storm had appeared in the pavilion.
However, the strange thing was that the storm only swept away the dust. Everything else remained unmoved in the wind. Even the paper window did not make the slightest sound as it was blown by the wind.
After a few breaths, Wang Lin raised his palm and grabbed at the air.
At that instant, the storm in the pavilion seemed to flow in reverse. It immediately gathered towards Wang Lin's palm from all directions. In just an instant, the storm in the pavilion disappeared.
A dark gray vortex appeared in Wang Lin's palm. Inside it was all the dust in the pavilion.
With a casual wave of his right hand, the window in the pavilion opened on its own. The dark gray vortex floated into the window and disappeared. It was as if the past hundreds of years had been swept away, and all the memories of the past had been deposited there.
Everything in the room looked brand new. Outside, the sun was setting, and the sky was beginning to darken.
The room was even darker, making Wang Lin's figure a bit blurry.
He sighed and walked over to the violet wood cabinet. He remembered that this was where he had kept the lamp oil. After opening it, he saw a small bottle filled with brown lamp oil.
After adding the oil to the lamp, Wang Lin pointed at it. Instantly, a flame flickered, and a crackling sound could be heard as the darkness in the room was dispelled.
However, as soon as the lamp lit up, a mountain breeze blew in through the window, causing the flame to flicker and change. Wang Lin's shadow in the room seemed to distort.
"Hmm?"
Wang Lin's expression flickered as he stared at the flickering flame. It was as if a bolt of lightning had flashed through his mind, and his eyes suddenly began to shine brightly!
"The wind blows, and the flame changes. It changes unpredictably in the wind, and it's impossible to tell which one is its original form … I understand now!
"Tian Yunzi is like this flame. The reason why I feel like he's different every time I see him is because he is constantly changing. It's like a person with thousands of clones, and these thousands of clones are in the same body at the same time. These clones are constantly switching places … That's why Tian Yunzi gives me such an unfathomable feeling!"
Wang Lin looked at the flickering flame. Within the flickering flame, his face was illuminated by the flickering light, but his eyes were filled with enlightenment.
"I have important matters to attend to at home today, but I won't stop updating. The second chapter will be a bit later, and I'll try to deliver it before eight or nine.
Please forgive me, this is an unexpected matter, and I can't predict it.