#1323 · 1323 of 2048
Chapter 1323: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Long-Lost Peace
This Mortal capital city was extremely vast and densely populated. The western district was the most significant, with far more inhabitants than the other three districts. As Wang Lin walked, observing and listening, he gradually learned that this Mortal world did not use silver as currency like the Vermilion Bird Star.
Here, there was another substance called Alum Crystal, which, based on its size, served as the currency for the Mortals here, much like silver.
This Alum Crystal was useless to a Cultivator, but because it was extremely brilliant and not produced in large quantities, it could circulate as currency. With Wang Lin's cultivation, obtaining enough Alum Crystal was naturally very easy.
While in this capital city, he split a wisp of his Primordial Spirit, which flowed down through his feet into the ground. It swept through the area rapidly, and without anyone noticing, he found an Alum Crystal vein hidden deep underground.
After circling it, he refined a portion of the Alum Crystal vein upon retracting his spirit. When that wisp of his Primordial Spirit returned to his body, Wang Lin already had a large amount of Alum Crystal in his Storage Space.
Walking leisurely through the city, Wang Lin did not use any Divine Ability. He gradually arrived at the western part of the city. At a glance, the houses here were densely packed and endless, the streets were quite dilapidated, and even these houses looked as if they hadn't been repaired for a long time, appearing quite dirty.
However, there was one peculiar thing: under the eaves of almost every house, strings of leaves were hung, which was clearly a unique local custom.
The pedestrians here were also mostly dressed in simple clothing, walking in a hurry.
Wang Lin's arrival did not attract anyone's attention. After searching around, he easily found some houses for sale. Choosing one in the most densely packed area, Wang Lin bought it.
This house was in the middle of a street, with a large tree outside the door. Under the tree was a noodle stall. Besides selling noodles, it also sold rice wine. Poor families who couldn't afford to go to a tavern would eat noodles and drink some rice wine here, just to fill their stomachs.
Dusk was approaching, and the sky was growing dim. It was dinner time, and every household here was quite lively. Some familiar neighbors sat together, laughing and talking loudly, and there were many children playing around, throwing small stones they found on the ground at each other.
Wang Lin sat at the entrance of his house, watching everything before him with a smile. After he bought this house, many neighbors came over to chat. Wang Lin was very gentle with these simple Mortals. After some conversation, the surrounding neighbors mostly knew that Wang Lin was a scholar coming to take the imperial examination. Unable to afford an inn, he had rented a house here to study until next year's major examination.
As the sky grew darker and darker, wisps of cooking smoke rose. The men who had been tired all day and had finished their chatting and laughing returned home one by one. Slowly, the surroundings also gradually quieted down.
Moonlight faintly appeared. The old man who ran the noodle stall under the large tree in front was hunched over, watching his two young assistants clean up, preparing to close the stall and leave. He held a pipe in his hand, took a puff, and then looked at Wang Lin, who was looking up at the sky not far away. He then picked up a wine pot from the side and walked towards Wang Lin.
"Little lad, the night air is cold. Here, take this pot of rice wine. Drink a sip at night to warm your body while you study. If you ever make a name for yourself in the future, just pay me for the wine then." The old man smiled, tossed the wine pot to Wang Lin, and turned to leave with his two assistants, carrying the noodle stall.
Wang Lin shook the wine pot; there was still half a pot of wine inside. He looked at the direction where the old man left with a smile, his heart very calm. In fact, compared to the cruel Cultivation World, Wang Lin preferred this kind of life.
The moonlight gradually grew stronger, and a cold wind slowly arrived. A slight wailing sound echoed in the wind, blowing through the streets, causing the strings of leaves hanging under the eaves of the houses on both sides to rustle and sway.
This wind was very cold, especially with the moonlight blending in, carrying an even greater chill. It blew the small pebbles on the street, causing them to slide with the wind. Dust was also kicked up, making everything in sight look as if it were in a fog.
In the night, every household had long since lit their oil lamps. The light from the lamps radiated from the houses, possessing a unique charm in the dimness. Wang Lin stood up with the wine pot, silently looked around, and turned to walk into the house.
The interior of the house was simple but extremely clean. The moment he closed the door, the wailing wind outside seemed to be isolated in another world, and it could barely be heard anymore.
He lit the lamp, and under the flickering candlelight, this simple house seemed to warm up, driving the previous darkness away into the corners of the house, where it remained hidden.
"Here, even my state of mind has calmed down…" Wang Lin placed the wine pot next to the oil lamp, sat cross-legged to the side, exhaled a deep breath, and closed his eyes.
The instant his eyes closed, his Primordial Spirit rapidly circulated within his body, releasing waves of intense Origin energy. It collided within his body like turbulent wind and waves, but outside, not a sound could be heard or detected; Wang Lin remained calmly sitting cross-legged. Only the candlelight seemed to move, as if brushed by a gentle breeze.
Wang Lin's shadow under the candlelight could not help but twist along with it…
Within Wang Lin's mind, there was a heaven-shaking scene at this moment. Eight Primordial Thunder Dragons were roaring and struggling, wanting to break out of his Primordial Spirit. But to them, Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit was like a prison; no matter how they charged, they could not shake it in the slightest!
To refine and completely absorb the souls of these eight Primordial Thunder Dragons, even with Wang Lin's current cultivation, was by no means easy. It required constant refining. Fortunately, besides the Thunder Origin, he also possessed the Fire Origin!
Therefore, as the eight Primordial Thunder Dragons struggled, a blue sea of fire immediately surged out within Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit, filling the entire interior of his Primordial Spirit, surrounding all eight Primordial Thunder Dragons, and beginning to burn and refine them crazily.
Within that blue sea of fire, the phantom of the Vermilion Bird flickered, circling the eight Primordial Thunder Dragons, occasionally spitting out large amounts of flames to increase the refining power!
Wang Lin's own Primordial Spirit was originally composed of half a Primordial Thunder Dragon. Now, amidst the refining of the sea of fire, thunder and lightning filled his Primordial Spirit, transforming into a ninth thunder dragon of his own. As it circled, it stared fixedly at the eight thunder dragons being refined, waiting for a chance to devour them in one go.
Time passed slowly. The souls of the eight Primordial Thunder Dragons let out shrill roars within the blue flames. These roars were completely isolated within his Primordial Spirit and isolated within Wang Lin's body, not a sound escaping.
Wang Lin's house, like the outside, was completely quiet, without the slightest sound. As the deep night arrived, the lamps in house after house gradually went out. Finally, looking out, in the entire western part of the city, only scattered lights remained; everything else was pitch black.
Sounds of rhythmic tapping faintly came from the street outside the house. Gradually, the voice of the night watchman broke this quiet, but it was not jarring; instead, it had a feeling of blending into the silence.
"A cold wave is coming, close your lamps and doors…" The voice slowly drifted away, and the outside world returned to tranquility.
But the instant the night watchman left, Wang Lin, who was sitting cross-legged in the house, suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He raised his right hand and grabbed at the void in front of him. Immediately, the wine pot on the table flew over, and he grabbed it in his hand, brought it to his mouth, and took a huge gulp!
The spicy wine fell into his belly, and immediately a sensation of heat radiated throughout his body. With that lingering, brief spiciness in his mouth, Wang Lin suddenly closed his eyes. As he circulated his Origin energy, the wine in his belly seemed to burn, instantly causing more fire power to be born within Wang Lin's body.
These fire powers all surged into his Primordial Spirit, making the blue sea of fire even more intense. As it surged to the heavens, the wine he had drunk seemed to have its impurities purged, leaving only the essence of the wine. After being forced out, it swirled into Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit, transforming into a fine rain that fell upon the sea of fire.
In that instant, the sea of fire exploded, burning crazily with even greater intensity. The high temperature within it soared. Under the booming flames, one of the eight Primordial Thunder Dragons immediately let out a shrill scream.
This Primordial Thunder Dragon's body trembled, and as its entire body was burned by the flames, it suddenly collapsed. But the moment it collapsed, the ninth Primordial Thunder Dragon, formed by Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit, which had been circling on the periphery waiting for an opportunity, rushed forward directly. With lightning speed, it took a fierce breath!
Instantly, the collapsed Primordial Thunder Dragon lost all resistance and was completely refined by Wang Lin, becoming an integral, inseparable part of himself!
In the house where Wang Lin was, his face was slightly flushed as he sat cross-legged, as if he had devoured a highly nourishing object. Although his eyes were closed, a lightning mark faintly penetrated his right eyelid and was rapidly intensifying.
The house was very quiet, but the candle on the table flickered violently, casting Wang Lin's shadow even more distortedly. A moment later, the candle went out with a 'pop', and the entire room suddenly plunged into darkness, no different from the outside world.
Only the lightning mark on Wang Lin's right eyelid continued to emit a faint light…
Within Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit, of the eight stubborn Primordial Thunder Dragons, only seven remained. They roared and struggled crazily under the flames. But this sea of fire already permeated with a high temperature capable of refining everything in heaven and earth, and it had changed from being divided into eight parts to seven. As a result, the sea of fire falling on each Primordial Thunder Dragon was several times stronger than before.
Under such burning, the shrill screams of those thunder dragons echoed. Before long, another one collapsed with a boom and was swallowed and absorbed in one gulp by the thunder dragon formed by Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit!
He took advantage of the momentum; the Primordial Spirit thunder dragon rushed forward, heading straight for the remaining six thunder dragons. Taking advantage of the sea of fire, it launched a crazy collision and biting attack.
The night gradually passed. The early morning sun covered the earth with its light, waking up the sleeping city. However, this early sun arrived a bit late; its light was blocked by layers of heavy dark clouds that appeared as the night faded, making the earth dim as well.
Bursts of muffled thunder came from within the clouds, and a dense, heavy rain suddenly began to fall.
Wang Lin, while sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.
"Eight Primordial Thunder Dragons, I have devoured and fused seven of them, only the last one remains!" A sharp light flashed in Wang Lin's eyes.
Uh… Yesterday's chapter seems to have given many people goosebumps… Some even said I was acting coquettish. I'm dizzy. When I saw that, I also got a thick layer of goosebumps myself and even had nightmares all night…
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