Chapter 1187: Peak of the Cloud Sea, A Blessing from a Century Ago (Fourth Update)

As his words ended, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his speed accelerated. The six Star Points of the Ancient God on his glabella circled rapidly, and the Power of the Ancient God permeated his entire body as it furiously rotated. His body suddenly swelled wildly, and in an instant, he became an Ancient God hundreds of zhang tall!

Roaring towards the sky, Wang Lin brandished his massive fist, and the moment the ring finger approached, he grabbed the Trident on it. His right foot swept out, landing on that ring finger.

With a bang, Wang Lin's body shook violently. Even with his Physical Body of an Ancient God, at this moment, he felt as if he was about to collapse. With a low roar, he used this immense force to pull out the Trident!

The ring finger, formed from the mountain Peak, also trembled violently under Wang Lin's Ancient God's kick, but its speed did not falter, continuing straight towards Wang Lin!

Rumbling sounds continued incessantly. Wang Lin's expression was ferocious. At this moment, he had unleashed all of his Divine Abilities, Magic Treasures, and rules, yet he was still within this palm. It seemed no matter how desperately he struggled, he ultimately could not escape the palm of Venerable Daoist Lan Meng!

But if that alone was enough to make him surrender, it was impossible! The madness in Wang Lin's eyes intensified. As the ring finger continuously descended, he charged forward, engaging in a frantic assault.

The Power of the Ancient God was contained in every attack. Under his frenzied assault, even a Cultivation Planet would have been enough to collapse, but that ring finger still descended with a roar, as if it wanted to crush Wang Lin alive!

The heavens and earth rumbled incessantly, and Wang Lin's low roars echoed. As an Ancient God, he felt an unprecedented frustration within this finger. All his attacks could not make the ring finger collapse. In fact, under this continuous bombardment, the most powerful thumb of this palm had already slowly descended!

What made Wang Lin even more bitter was that the other three fingers were rapidly recovering by absorbing the power of heaven and earth. It seemed that it wouldn't be long before the three fingers he had spent all his mental energy to collapse would reappear!

"Could it be that this Seven-Colored Realm is my Wang Lin's tomb?! I am unwilling!!!" Wang Lin's eyes glowed red like a ghost's. Under the continuous bombardment, he gritted his teeth fiercely and let out a long roar towards the sky!

The six rotating Star Points on his glabella, the still blurry sixth star, suddenly erupted with a frantic Ancient God aura. This aura shook the heavens and earth, and as it swept out, even that ring finger trembled slightly!

"Shatter Star!!" Since becoming an Ancient God, Wang Lin had faced countless crises in his life, but this was the first time he had chosen to Shatter Star! The moment his roar shook the heavens, the sixth Star Point on his glabella collapsed with a bang!

This collapsing force transformed into a storm, which suddenly and frantically absorbed into Wang Lin's body, causing his Power of the Ancient God to surge. Rumbling sounds also emanated from within him, and his body, hundreds of zhang tall, swelled wildly at this instant. In a flash, a giant of heaven and earth over two thousand zhang tall suddenly appeared within that palm!

Borrowing the power of Shatter Star, Wang Lin's Physical Body of an Ancient God gained immense power equivalent to a seven-star Royal Ancient God for a brief moment. With a furious roar, Wang Lin charged out, the earth trembled at this moment, and a frantic aura enveloped him as he headed straight for the ring finger!

He was prepared to shatter five stars consecutively today. This battle was the most difficult battle of his life!

In this battle, either his Physical Body would collapse, his Primordial Spirit would dissipate, his Dao Concept would return to the Void Realm, and his nearly two thousand years of cultivation life would scatter, so that even if there were thousands named Wang Lin in the world, none would be him.

Or, the five fingers would ultimately collapse, and he would successfully endure the power of this palm and escape this Seven-Colored Realm that nearly became his tomb!

For Wang Lin, the Seven-Colored Realm was both his making and his undoing!

With such madness, and with a lifetime of unwillingness, Wang Lin seemed to burn himself, becoming a seven-star Ancient God by shattering a star, and charged towards that ring finger!

"I cannot die, I am unwilling, I have not yet resurrected Wan'er! I have not yet brought Ping'er to Rebirth, I have not yet fulfilled my filial duty to my deceased parents, I have not yet completed my struggle for destiny!!! I still have many promises unfulfilled, I cannot die!!" Wang Lin approached the descending ring finger, clenched his right fist, and with his unwillingness, threw a punch!

This punch was a punch from a seven-star Royal Ancient God, a punch exchanged for the collapse of the sixth star, a punch of Wang Lin's unwillingness from nearly two thousand years of cultivation!

As the punch was thrown, the heavens and earth changed color. Amidst the rumbling sounds, the three fingers of the giant palm that had collapsed and were continuously re-forming immediately trembled, and even the palm itself paused for a moment.

It was as if everything in this world, that omnipresent operation, had also stopped at this instant.

Wang Lin's fist landed on the ring finger in an instant. The immense power gained from Shatter Star surged into the ring finger with a roar. Wang Lin's body suddenly and rapidly shrank, from several thousand zhang to a mere hundred zhang!

But during this process of shrinking, he had unleashed the full Peak strike of a Royal seven-star Ancient God!

"Collapse for me!!!" Wang Lin's low roar drowned out the earth-shattering sound of the ring finger collapsing. In an instant, the ring finger, transformed from a mountain Peak, trembled violently, and countless cracks, centered on where Wang Lin's fist landed, collapsed with a bang!

Wang Lin's body was extremely weak, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and with a bitter smile, he was sent flying backward by the collapsing impact. And at this moment, the most powerful thumb, comparable to the previous four fingers, arrived!

If a person's palm forms a fist, the pinky and index finger come first, followed by the middle and ring fingers, and the last to descend is definitely the thumb. The power of this thumb is absolutely formidable; with one press, it can completely shatter whatever is within the palm!

Wang Lin knew that he could not escape this strongest blow, even if all his remaining Star Points collapsed. But to let him sit back and await death was not Wang Lin's choice.

"To live as a hero among men, to die as a ghost hero, we Cultivators, why fear a battle! I, Wang Lin, have cultivated for nearly two thousand years. If I were still a Mortal, I would have long turned to yellow earth. Now, I have a much longer lifespan than Mortals; what is there to regret about death! What is there to fear!" Wang Lin let out a hearty laugh amidst his bitter smile, as if he had seen through everything. The moment the thumb arrived, he charged directly towards it!

"Father, Mother, if there is a next life, Tie Zhu will not cultivate! I will smile with you for a hundred years!

Situ, there will be no day for us to meet again.

Senior Brother Qing Shui, Junior Brother cannot save you.

Wan'er, I will accompany you!

Mu Bingmei, our grievances are all canceled out!

Wang Ping, our family can be reunited… and Li Qianmei… you are bound to me by love, but my heart is dead. Yet, at this moment of Dao dissipation, what harm is there in taking you with me!" Wang Lin laughed loudly and waved his left hand, and a storage space immediately appeared before him, from which a blue bracelet flew out.

This bracelet glowed with a brilliant blue light, like a star, carrying an indescribable aura. The moment it appeared, it automatically flew onto Wang Lin's left wrist. The blue light suddenly emitted a soft glow, enveloping Wang Lin's entire body, seemingly carrying a trace of warmth, a trace of body temperature and warmth that had always existed a hundred years ago and a hundred years later.

Enveloped in blue light, Wang Lin and the thumb rapidly approached each other!

But just as the bracelet appeared and landed on Wang Lin's wrist, flashing brightly, a sound of unbelievable shock suddenly appeared in this world!

"This is…" The ancient voice almost trembled, revealing an indescribable excitement.

The thundering descending thumb immediately lifted at an extremely fast speed, allowing Wang Lin to rush out from its edge, straight towards the sky.

This sudden scene startled Wang Lin, but he did not hesitate. As he flew out, he formed hand Seals, and according to Cang Songzi's Seal in his memory, he quickly opened a rift leading back to the Peak of the Cloud Sea in front of him!

His body flashed like lightning, heading straight for the rift. The moment his figure disappeared, the palm formed by this Seven-Colored Realm did not pursue at all, but slowly lowered itself.

"Treat her well…" Vaguely, as Wang Lin's mind traversed the rift, the ancient voice reached him. The weariness in that voice seemed to deepen instantly, faintly carrying an indescribable complexity.

Wang Lin left. The palm formed by this Seven-Colored Realm gradually began to collapse, and large amounts of rubble fell off, as if the Divine Ability that had just been integrated into this place was slowly departing.

"Yue'er…" The ancient voice gradually faded… At this moment, in the deepest part of the Primordial Stars, there was an ancient tribe called the Blue Silk tribe. The Star Domain occupied by this tribe was boundless. Within this Star Domain, there was an ordinary planet, and on it, there was a mountain Peak. This mountain was covered in blue light all year round, hence it was called Blue Mountain by the local Mortals.

At the top of the mountain Peak, there was a simple thatched hut, swaying in the mountain wind. At this time, the door of the thatched hut was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a tired expression walked out. This man looked at the sky, his eyes gradually blurring, as if there were tears within them. His hair was blue… like the sky, making him exude an aura of melancholy.

If any Primordial People from the Outer Realm saw this scene, their minds would immediately be shaken. Venerable Daoist Lan Meng, one of the Five Venerables of the Primordial, actually had a moment where he couldn't control his emotions.

Venerable Daoist Lan Meng was a legend in the Primordial Stars. The Blue Silk tribe was originally a small tribe, but because of this person's sudden emergence, it became a massive tribe within the Primordial Stars that almost no one dared to provoke!

"Meng'er, our daughter has reincarnated… Before she entered Reincarnation, she carried your bracelet. That bracelet still contains the Blessing she inherited from your Cloud Dream Tribe. If she hadn't personally given it away, even if an outsider obtained that bracelet, it wouldn't contain her Blessing." The man murmured, his expression filled with reminiscence.

After a long while, ripples distorted in the Void Realm in front of him, and from within, an old man in white robes walked out. As soon as the old man appeared, he immediately bowed respectfully.

"Venerable Master, my master…" Before the old man could finish speaking, the middle-aged man didn't even look at him, simply uttering one word.

"Scram!"

The old man's mind trembled, and he dared not say more. Although he was a Disciple of the Venerable Master, facing a powerful expert who could stand alongside his master as one of the Five Venerables of the Primordial, he dared not offend in the slightest. Upon hearing this, he immediately merged into the ripples and vanished without a trace.

"If this child had nothing to do with Yue'er, then so be it, but how can I harm the person blessed by our daughter… Even if this child has Heaven Defying, what of it? My life's Dao relies entirely on myself, not on any external objects. What does the Venerable Master's greed have to do with me! Moreover, that Heaven Defying was an item of the Boundary Supreme back then. If its Seal cannot be opened, obtaining this item may not be a Blessing, but rather a great disaster. The Boundary Supreme is the best example! As for that Seal… difficult, difficult, difficult!

The nine Seven-Colored Realms were originally created by the Boundary Supreme and later acquired by our Primordial tribe. My power within them is limited to that one palm, after which I must retreat. It's just that although the Venerable Master has been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years, his schemes are too deep. Asking me to act likely has another purpose!

The Venerable Master infiltrated Within the Boundary back then, but returned severely wounded. The warning that spread throughout the entire Primordial when he escaped always fills one with awe and reverence when recalled.

The Planting the Dao place of the Seven-Colored Flower was also confined by the Venerable Master. Besides the Clone of the flower keeper, no main body could enter, supposedly fearing it would disturb the Dao Concept and cause the Seven-Colored Flower's Planting the Dao to fail, but what is the actual truth!

Moreover, this child is by no means ordinary. His cultivation is astonishing, and he possesses the body of a Royal Ancient God. Furthermore, his personality is similar to mine. With his current strength, he can even break four of my fingers. Among the younger generation, even in the Primordial Stars, he can be called the strongest. If given time, he will surely grow into a Void Realm Cultivator. He also has Yue'er's Blessing. In Yue'er's previous life, I failed her. In this life, I will never let anyone harm her… I will do the same for the person she blessed! Even if it's the Venerable Master, absolutely not!" The man looked at the sky, and tears streamed down his face.

His life's weariness came from the pain of losing his wife, from the regret of losing his daughter… The story of the Seven-Colored Realm is complete. Er Gen feels it was written quite well, hehe, it achieved the transitional effect I envisioned, and I believe it is quite complete and was written smoothly. Next, it's time for Wang Lin to show his power. Everyone, please look forward to it. Now that the Seven-Colored Realm is complete, could everyone please give Er Gen a monthly vote of encouragement?