Chapter 1202: Peak of the Cloud Sea, After Fading Night

Hiding within the Aura emitted by the numerous Mosquito Beasts, Wang Lin's figure was almost imperceptible. However, his caution only grew stronger, and the speed at which the Mosquito Beasts advanced decreased significantly as they slowly whistled toward the deepest part of the Wind Immortal Realm.

As they moved forward, Wang Lin clearly perceived that the wind in this world was becoming increasingly violent. The wailing of the wind sounded as if countless tragic souls were constantly roaring, shaking the heavens and earth. At the same time, vortices often appeared within the wind, wandering between heaven and earth.

The Mosquito Beasts seemed to be extremely fond of the wind, especially the whirlwinds. Along the way, Wang Lin saw hundreds of Mosquito Beasts circling within the whirlwinds multiple times, moving along with the wind as they galloped into the distance. The rumbling sound echoed throughout the world, and at first glance, it was hard to tell whether the wind was moving with the Mosquito Beasts, or if the Mosquito Beasts were pulling the wind along.

As they moved forward, the damaged land of the Wind Immortal Realm gradually revealed itself before Wang Lin's eyes. The fragmented ground looked like a broken mirror, with pieces isolated from each other by massive Rifts, some of which were extremely wide, filled with endless Void Realm.

On those stretches of land, there were countless ruins and debris, as well as many collapsed buildings. When the wind passed through them, it seemed to carry away the vicissitudes permeating them, causing those buildings to mostly dissipate gradually in the wind and the passage of time.

Looking at the scenes before him, a feeling of desolation could not help but arise in Wang Lin's heart. In his nearly two thousand years of Dao cultivation, he had been to the Rain Realm and the Thunder Realm, and now, he had arrived at the Wind Immortal Realm.

His experiences could be described as extremely magnificent; those who could compare to him were quite rare.

The feeling the Rain Realm gave Wang Lin was one of severe damage; it was hard to find any remnants of the former Immortal Realm. All that remained was the sorrow left behind by the collapse and the tens of thousands of years of repeated scavenging by later Cultivators.

The Thunder Realm was different. Compared to the Rain Realm, the damage to the Thunder Realm was not as severe. Although it had still collapsed, one could still feel some of the demeanor and power of the Thunder Immortals from back then.

However, whether it was the Thunder Realm or the Rain Realm, compared to the Wind Immortal Realm, they were slightly inferior. Because of the Mosquito Beasts, few Cultivators had come to the Wind Realm since it collapsed during the disaster, so it was preserved extremely well. Only the wind existed within this uninhabited Wind Realm, echoing in solitude.

The entire Wind Realm gave Wang Lin a feeling of desolate loneliness and solitude. It seemed as if this place had been forgotten by people, with only the wailing sound that never ceased all year round to keep it company.

Ahead on the land, a fragment of land, the largest Wang Lin had seen in the Wind Realm, floated in the Void Realm like a massive behemoth, exuding a sense of vicissitudes as if it had experienced eons of time.

In the very center of that continent stood a massive stone gate. This stone gate was tens of thousands of feet high, and even from a great distance, it could be seen at a glance!

The group of Mosquito Beasts Wang Lin was with had already stopped advancing. Wang Lin, sitting cross-legged on the Mosquito King, stared blankly at the massive stone gate in the distance. His mind was shaken, as if he had lost himself and lost all perception. Even the wailing wind was cut off from his ears, and he even forgot that he was currently on the back of a Mosquito Beast. In his eyes, only that indescribable stone gate remained!

A feeling of the passage of time gradually permeated his entire body along with Wang Lin's mind. At this moment, he was immersed in time, watching the seas change into mulberry fields, watching the changes of eras, watching the mountains and earth constantly changing, and gradually, he became lost.

To call it a stone gate was not entirely appropriate; it was just a frame. It appeared to have two square pillars rising high, with a slightly shorter pillar placed on top, forming the shape of a gate, standing simply on the continent, facing the wind, towering and motionless.

Looking at the stone gate, after a long while, Wang Lin's mind seemed to return to his body. He exhaled deeply and gradually returned to normal, but his eyes remained fixed on the massive stone gate in the distance.

He was not unfamiliar with this stone gate; he had seen it several times in his life…

This stone gate was exactly the gate that materialized after the Heaven Defying Bead was opened. It looked exactly the same, without the slightest difference. If there was a real difference, it seemed to be that the gate inside the Heaven Defying Bead was not just a frame.

After a moment of silence, Wang Lin looked around. This place already belonged to the interior of the Wind Immortal Realm. Moving further forward would lead into the center of the Wind Realm. Vaguely, Wang Lin did not want to leave. He looked at the massive gate, his body flickered, and he left the back of the Mosquito King, stepping on the wind, stepping on the heavens and earth, walking forward step by step.

The Mosquito King followed behind, and surrounding its body were nearly five thousand Mosquito Beasts, forming a red cloud that covered the sky.

It was as if this massive gate had an inexplicable attraction for Wang Lin. He walked slowly through the air and gradually approached. The closer he got, the more distinct the majestic Aura of the gate became.

Especially when standing right in front of it, looking up, he could not see the top of the gate at a glance. There was a rich, desolate feeling swirling in heaven and earth, as if there was an invisible Vortex centered on this massive gate, slowly rotating around it. Due to the existence of this invisible Vortex, this gate seemed to always have a layer of mist. From a distance, it was undetectable, but observing from a close distance, the feeling of this mist was very clear.

Wang Lin stood on the ground, head raised, staring blankly at the massive gate before him. His mind was shaken, and he subconsciously spread out his Divine Sense, letting it permeate toward the gate.

The moment his Divine Sense condensed over, a roar suddenly echoed in his mind, as if thunder had exploded in his ears, forming a massive impact. It shook the heavens and earth, pushing aside all the mist, causing the massive gate to be clearly revealed before Wang Lin's eyes.

What he saw was no longer a gate, but a living being!

This living being possessed a spirit; it seemed to have experienced too many years and gradually gained thoughts. In the instant Wang Lin's Divine Sense permeated over, it gradually seemed to produce a Fusion with that living being. For a moment, Wang Lin forgot his own existence.

Time slowly passed, and Wang Lin stood there, motionless. His state at this moment was very strange. Vaguely, it was extremely similar to when he was in the Cultivation Alliance, on the Cultivation Planet of the three Chen Dao sons, beside the cliff of the great sea, where he comprehended his self-created first Divine Ability, Fading Night!

An ancient saying goes: "Cultivators should walk the heavens and earth, taking the things of heaven and earth into their hearts, only then can they contain the heavens and earth, and understand what the Dao is!" This sentence is somewhat complex, but in reality, it has its logic.

This is like a painter. If in this life he has never seen the peaks that reach the heavens, never seen the vast seas, and even more so has never seen the myriad states of human life, then how can he paint a mountain that is famous because of immortals, how can he paint a sea that is spiritual because of Dragons, and how can he compose a scene of the human relations of heaven and earth?

Only after seeing it with one's own eyes and experiencing it personally can one have the mountains and seas in one's heart. Therefore, the paintings contain immortal spirits, and only then can one paint a masterpiece that will be passed down through generations.

Dao cultivation is the same principle. Therefore, Disciples of those large sects will all go out to walk and comprehend the heavens and earth after reaching a certain level of cultivation.

However, painters differ from person to person. Some people see the appearance of heaven and earth but are unable to be moved, and even less so do they have any comprehension. What they leave behind is only a set of footprints, and these footprints gradually dissipate in the passage of time.

There are also others who see the heavens and earth, see the mountains and seas, and even if they see a scene of a fisherman casting a net, they will have feelings in their hearts. Although the footprints left behind will also be washed away by time, the mountains and seas, the heavens and earth, and the scenes they saw remain in their hearts, taking them away with their hearts.

In Dao cultivation, it is the same. Some Cultivators cannot take away any comprehension; no matter how much they see with their physical eyes, it is all in vain.

But some Cultivators fuse the heavens and earth into their hearts, keeping them there and becoming their own comprehension. And at this moment, Wang Lin's state is to contain this stone gate in his heart! This state, in Daoism, is called the Origin Realm among the three great Realms!

Origin is the source of all creation!

Back then, when Wang Lin sat and comprehended on the cliff by the great sea, he looked at the heavens, he looked at the earth, and he looked at the sea within that heaven and earth. He finally kept all of this in his heart and took it away, and thus created his first Divine Ability in this life, Fading Night!

Today, in this Wind Immortal Realm, in the center of this continent, under this massive stone gate, Wang Lin once again had the feeling of comprehension. Immersed in that strange state, unknowingly, he was about to keep this stone gate in his heart and take it away.

At this moment, he was not thinking about using this to create the second Divine Ability after Fading Night, just as back then on the cliff by the great sea, he had not thought that after leaving, he would take away Fading Night and display the technique of Fading Night in heaven and earth.

His body remained standing there, and his entire Aura slowly fused with the gate until it completely merged into it, disappearing without a trace. In this instant, if a Cultivator were to arrive here, even if they spread out their Divine Sense, they would be completely unable to detect even a trace of Wang Lin's existence.

Even if one stood right next to Wang Lin, if they did not look but only sensed, they would not detect the person in front of them.

Wang Lin's Aura, including all of his life force, dissipated at this moment, with nothing left at all! The Mosquito King was originally floating peacefully in mid-air, but the moment Wang Lin's Aura dissipated, it revealed confusion in its eyes. It lowered its head to look at Wang Lin, and its confusion grew stronger.

It could clearly see its master, but its master's Aura had completely disappeared in this instant, and even the trace of connection with it had been completely severed.

The Mosquito King hissed and its body immediately rushed out, circling around Wang Lin, as if only in this way would it feel at ease. Amidst its hissing, the thousands of Mosquito Beasts nearby immediately flew over and filled the surrounding area.

Furthermore, at the very instant Wang Lin's Aura dissipated, in the deepest part of this Wind Immortal Realm, on a slightly smaller continent, the sky here was dim, and a buzzing sound echoed. The entire heaven and earth were filled with an incalculable number of Mosquito Beasts.

These Mosquito Beasts whistled, dense and boundless.

On that continent, there was a humanoid stone statue that had turned into stone. Suddenly, the petrification around the statue's eyes reversed, rapidly melting toward the surroundings, and it slowly opened its eyes.

"Inside that stone gate, from strong to weak, there are nine types of rules. Which one will he be able to comprehend…"