Chapter 1189: Peak of the Cloud Sea. Target: Wind Immortal Realm!

Wang Lin's return caused not a single ripple, unknown to anyone, especially since the grand ceremony of the Cloud Sea's Eighth Stage Star Domain was imminent. After all, he was practically unknown in the Cloud Sea nowadays.

Even without the grand ceremony of the Eighth Stage Star Domain, Wang Lin's return remained calm and undisturbed. No one could have guessed that the fame of the Cloud Sea was, at this very moment, gradually beginning to unfold.

Withdrawing his gaze from the starry sky, Wang Lin simply sat down cross-legged. This location, the Barren Continent, was quite remote, and few people usually came here. Especially since Wang Lin guessed that the Main Sect Grand Competition was approaching, visitors to this specific area were even rarer.

In silence, Wang Lin recalled the scenes from the Seven-Colored Realm, feeling deeply moved.

"Seven people went, but only I returned… I left with Early Stage Nirvana Cleansing cultivation, and now…" Although fatigue was visible in Wang Lin's eyes, a sharp light flashed as he murmured, "Now I have half a foot in nirvana shattering!"

Everything that happened in the Seven-Colored Realm surfaced in Wang Lin's mind: Zhan Xingye's skeleton, Sima Mo's Immortal Cave, the Vermilion Bird's third Awakening, absorbing Outer Realm lightning, The Lost, The Resolute, and that Dao Scripture of unknown authenticity. He also vaguely uncovered Tian Yunzi's secret, saw the counterfeit Heaven Defying Bead, and learned of the existence of the Reverse Cultivator.

He fought Cang Songzi and obtained the Seven-Colored Nail, fought the White-Haired Elder and consumed the Dao Fruit, opened the Heaven Defying, and severely injured the Flower Gardener. More importantly, not only did his cultivation increase, but his Mosquito Beasts also underwent a metamorphosis!

He obtained the years restrictions and also acquired two Strange Short Swords stabbed into a Mysterious Deer Bone. All of this made Wang Lin excited. A hundred years passed quickly, yet the difference between before and after was like heaven and earth!

"Life is unpredictable, with gains and losses… In the battle with Cang Songzi, the Sub-Nirvana Void Magic Treasure Iron Sword that had accompanied me for many years split in two. In the fight with Venerable Daoist Lan Meng, the Crystal Sword shattered, the Battle-Axe shattered, and even my Ancient God Cauldron collapsed… Most importantly, my Sixth Star, which was still in a vague state, was destroyed."

Wang Lin sighed softly and muttered, "Fortunately, the Star of Rule formed by the Concept is still here… Although the vague Ancient God Sixth Star collapsed, as long as my Physical Body undergoes the Ancient God's Second Loss, I can certainly recover, or perhaps if I gain another Opportunity. Since I reached that level before, recovering will be much easier than climbing to it initially."

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. After carefully weighing the gains and losses, he clearly knew that compared to what he had lost, his gains from this trip to the Seven-Colored Realm were truly enormous!

He waved his right hand in the Void Realm, and a Storage Rift immediately appeared before him. Two near-death Primordial Spirits flew out from within; these two were the ones associated with the Lightning Mark and the fire totem inside the Seven-Colored Realm.

Wang Lin did not kill the two men's Primordial Spirits but took them instead. At this moment, he pressed his right hand onto the tops of their heads, forcibly searching their memories. As he searched, the two Primordial Spirits trembled and let out miserable cries, gradually weakening until they collapsed with a bang. Wang Lin inhaled, sucking them all into his mouth to begin healing.

Inside the Seven-Colored Realm, Wang Lin had searched the Primordial Spirit of the Slave Clan Youth. Now, having searched the remaining two, his understanding of the Outer Realm gradually increased.

His eyes flashed, and he muttered, "Primordial Stars… The Five Primordial Venerables!"

While pondering, Wang Lin took out a large quantity of healing Medicinal Pills. After swallowing them one by one, he formed hand Seals and closed his eyes to breathe. Although he was healing, his Divine Sense was spread out; should there be any disturbance, he would immediately awaken.

Gradually, as Wang Lin absorbed it, the heaven and earth origin energy in the starry sky swarmed over and was drawn into his body.

Time slowly passed. Three days later, Wang Lin opened his eyes, his gaze like lightning, seemingly capable of tearing through the Cloud Sea's stellar fog ahead and penetrating directly into it.

He stood up. His Physical Body injuries were not fully recovered, but they did not affect combat and needed some time to heal completely. However, the injuries to his Primordial Spirit were extremely severe and likely difficult to fully recover from in a short period.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment. A stinging pain still emanated from his Primordial Spirit. Even now, recalling the power of Venerable Daoist Lan Meng's palm strike made him extremely startled.

"Is this the strength of the Third Step…?" A sharp light appeared in Wang Lin's eyes.

"Sooner or later, I, Wang, will certainly reach this step!" Wang Lin lowered his head to look at the Bracelet on his wrist, sighed internally, took it off, and put it into his Storage Space.

With a wave of his right hand, three Primordial Spirits flew out from the Storage Space.

The first Primordial Spirit was Chen Tianjun. Although only half-complete and in a near-death state, it was extremely vague, seeming as if a breath of wind could immediately scatter it.

Wang Lin had once promised him that he would take him out of the Seven-Colored Realm. Although he had indeed done so now, Chen Tianjun's Physical Body had collapsed, and his Primordial Spirit could perish at any moment.

In silence, Wang Lin's Divine Sense spread out, slowly extending into Chen Tianjun's vague Primordial Spirit.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, we have already left the Seven-Colored Realm." Wang Lin transmitted Divine Thought within Chen Tianjun's Primordial Spirit.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist… Please… help me one more time… send me back to the Beast Taming Sect… my Master can save me." Chen Tianjun's Primordial Spirit was too weak; after transmitting this Divine Thought, his Primordial Spirit became even vaguer.

"Alright!" Wang Lin agreed in a deep voice. He waved his right hand, putting away Chen Tianjun's Primordial Spirit. His gaze fell upon the second Primordial Spirit, which belonged to the Old Woman in Green Robes.

At this moment, her eyes were tightly shut. Although her Primordial Spirit was vague, it had not collapsed and was nowhere near as weak as Chen Tianjun's. There was still Wang Lin's Seal upon her Primordial Spirit.

Wang Lin formed a hand Seal with his right hand and pointed forward. Immediately, the Seal on the Old Woman in Green Robes' Primordial Spirit abruptly opened. A moment later, the old woman opened her eyes, looked around, and then gazed at Wang Lin, remaining silent.

Although her Primordial Spirit was not severely damaged, her Four Ancestors Cultivation Technique was broken. Her cultivation had drastically fallen, appearing only to be at the Middle Stage of Nirvana Cleansing.

Wang Lin also did not speak, simply staring coldly at the old woman's Primordial Spirit.

The surroundings were silent, and this silence slowly transformed into pressure, enveloping the old woman's Primordial Spirit. A bitter expression appeared on her face, and she whispered, "Fellow Daoist Lü, this old woman is willing to offer the Life and Death Restriction in exchange for the rest of my life… If you don't believe me, you can search my soul and obtain it yourself. I only ask that Fellow Daoist allow this old woman to leave, as there is no deep hatred between us…" Her words were sincere. In reality, she truly no longer harbored any thought of seeking trouble with Wang Lin. She thought she had fully grasped Wang Lin's strength, but she never expected him to survive a palm strike from a Great Divine Ability Cultivator who was clearly far superior to her!

This point shook her heart and mind, filling her with dread. She only begged to live. To her, the Seven-Colored Realm was like a nightmare.

Wang Lin looked at the old woman's Primordial Spirit. After a long time, he raised his right hand and placed it on her Heavenly Spirit. His Divine Sense swept out, and as the old woman trembled, he found the Life and Death Restriction within her memories.

A moment later, Wang Lin raised his right hand. With a wave, a fierce wind roared, sweeping the old woman's Primordial Spirit away. It was instantly propelled, leaving the Barren Continent and heading straight for the starry sky.

The fierce wind only dissipated tens of thousands of miles away. The old woman's Primordial Spirit trembled, and her eyes showed even greater awe. She bowed respectfully toward Wang Lin's location and turned to leave.

The last Primordial Spirit was Yun Hunzi. Since Wang Lin had taken him as a slave, he would not treat him unfairly. However, now was not the time to heal him. Wang Lin flicked his sleeve, placing Yun Hunzi's Primordial Spirit into his Storage Space. After a brief contemplation, Wang Lin took out the counterfeit Heaven Defying Bead he had obtained in the Seven-Colored Realm from the Storage Space.

He picked one up and merged his Divine Sense into it. Just as Wang Lin expected, once the bead left the Seven-Colored Realm, it became useless.

"What a pity…" Wang Lin frowned. Just as he was about to put it away, his Divine Thought suddenly stirred. After careful consideration, his Divine Sense immediately merged into the Eighteen Hells Immortal Sealing Imprint within his Primordial Spirit, locking onto Tian Yunzi's Battle Soul inside. Upon Fusion, Wang Lin's entire aura suddenly changed, making him seem exactly like Tian Yunzi.

His eyes were calm, faintly flickering with seven-colored light. Even his body seemed to subtly emit seven-colored light. Holding the counterfeit Heaven Defying Bead, the moment his mind permeated it, the bead immediately burst forth with dazzling seven colors, showing faint signs of being activated.

Wang Lin clearly felt that as long as he summoned it with his mind, the Reverse Cultivator's Divine Ability sealed within the bead could appear between heaven and earth!

This discovery immediately delighted Wang Lin. He took a deep breath and dispersed the Fusion with Tian Yunzi's Battle Soul. The bead's light instantly vanished, returning to its original state.

Putting away the beads, Wang Lin felt reassured. Although he was currently injured, these beads provided him with extremely strong protection until he recovered.

"The most important thing right now is to heal quickly, and I must make a trip to the Wind Immortal Realm to acquire the Mosquito Beast Swarm. That way, I can traverse the Cloud Sea freely!

As for the Main Sect Grand Competition of the Gui Yuan Sect, it will last for several months, so there is no rush to go. Right now, I need to get to the Wind Immortal Realm as quickly as possible!" Wang Lin made up his mind. His body flickered, transforming into a long arc of light, and he shot toward the starry sky at extreme speed.

A hundred years ago, he obtained a large number of Star Maps from Penglai and had memorized them all. Now, as he sped along, he was like a meteor traversing the stellar fog. This area was originally the edge where it intersected with the Sixth Stage Star Domain. In Wang Lin's rapid flight, he immediately stepped into the Sixth Stage Star Domain.

Following the guidance of the Star Maps, Wang Lin flew straight into the depths, unleashing his full speed toward the Eighth Stage Star Domain where the Wind Immortal Realm was located. Although his Primordial Spirit injuries were not healed, his speed was not slow in the slightest. Especially when he added a Speed Talisman, it created a monstrous roar. From afar, his speed was already comparable to that of an Old Monster who had undergone the First Heaven-Man Tribulation. Along the way, countless Cultivators he encountered immediately changed their expressions upon sensing him, and not a single person dared to block his path.

"What terrifying speed! Who is that person?" Inside the Sixth Stage Star Domain, a group of over ten Cultivators was speeding along, but they only felt the fog ahead violently churning. An astonishing aura whistled past them, impossibly fast. Long after the figure had passed, they heard the rumbling sound of space being torn open, clearly indicating that this speed had already surpassed sound.

The faces of these ten-plus people instantly changed greatly. They looked at each other, seeing the shock in their companions' eyes.

"This kind of speed is something even Master cannot achieve. If it wasn't augmented by a Magic Treasure, then that person must be an extremely rare Old Monster who has reached the Limit of Nirvana Shattering or even the Heaven-Man Tribulation!"

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