Chapter 1325: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Three Images

The wind howled and thunder roared. The rain seemed determined to pour down all at once, drenching the earth and creating a thick mist. On the ground of the city, it stirred up ripples in the puddles.

The rain was torrential and seemed endless, falling incessantly from the sky. Fortunately, the city streets had shallow drainage channels, allowing most of the water to flow into them and out of the city like trickling streams merging into the sea.

An entire day passed quietly in this rainy weather. With the arrival of night, the bustling sounds of yesterday were gone. Those who had returned home stayed tucked away inside, not venturing out.

In the darkness of night, the clouds were invisible, but the booming thunder and the lightning that occasionally lit up everything illuminated the world as if it were day.

The rain was mixed with a cold wind. It whistled and swirled, driving the raindrops to fall at a slant. The wet leaves hanging under the eaves of the houses were shaken violently by the wind and rain. Some that weren't tied securely had their stems snapped by the fierce cold wind, causing the rain-soaked leaves to fly about in the storm like lonely boats in a turbulent sea.

Some were swept into the sky, circling and dissolving into the darkness, while others landed in the mud of the streets. Stained with muddy water, they seemed to struggle to fly again with the wind, but just as they made the attempt, a foot wearing a Daoist boot stepped on them, forcing them back into the mud, never to struggle again.

At that instant, thunder suddenly roared, followed by lightning that lit up the earth, turning the world into day for a brief moment. In this fleeting brightness, one could see an old man in a Daoist robe standing on a street in the west of the city, his eyes like torches, his hands behind his back!

Under his right foot, he was still stepping on a leaf, half of which was exposed, fluttering in the wind and struggling in the muddy water… On his forehead, there was a bizarre pattern!

Behind him followed seven middle-aged Cultivators with cold expressions. With a wave of the old man's right hand, these seven immediately moved forward, surrounding him. Each performed Hand Seals, and instantly, ghostly light flickered from their hands, transforming into a long line like lightning that connected to the old man's body.

This scene was identical to the pattern on the old man's forehead! It was as if the old man had become a central point, with seven rays of light radiating from his body.

The old man closed his eyes, then snapped them open a moment later. The instant he opened them, the light of the Clan Seal on his forehead surged outward frantically, sweeping across in a fan shape!

At the same time, the lines of ghostly light projected by the marks of the seven people outside his body also erupted with intense radiance. As this light condensed, it all rushed into the old man's body, making the light of his Clan Seal even more glorious!

Under the sweep of his Clan Seal, everything in the Mortal houses in front of the old man changed instantly in his eyes! Those houses seemed to have their time reversed; from their dilapidated state, they suddenly became brand new, and then, in that newness, they crashed and transformed into ruins.

It wasn't just the houses undergoing time reversal; even the Mortals inside them became younger under the old man's gaze. A moment later, they dissipated one by one, as if they had never appeared in this world at all!

Even some people who had lived here and had long since died were resurrected under the old man's gaze, displaying scenes from their lives.

Wang Lin had been sitting cross-legged in his house. The Fusion of his Primordial Spirit with the Indestructible Thunder had reached its most critical moment. The will contained within the Indestructible Thunder was struggling frantically, roaring like the lightning and thunder in the sky outside.

But no matter how it struggled, it could not escape Wang Lin's body. After his Primordial Spirit fused with the eight Primordial Thunder Dragons, it had also become lightning. In that constant collision and devouring, it was as if, at the beginning of the world, two Indestructible Thunders were fighting for control over the thunder of the world; only by devouring the other could one become the Emperor who truly controls the thunder of the world!

But at this moment, Wang Lin, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a flash of sharp light passing through them. His expression was calm, and he waved his right hand in front of him. Immediately, everything wrapping around him in the house became distorted. Like a mirror, it cracked under the constant distortion, and finally, with a click, the mirror shattered into countless fragments, making everything fall apart.

After doing all this, Wang Lin closed his eyes again, ignoring the outside world, and entered meditation once more, immersing himself in his mind to carry out the final devouring of the Indestructible Thunder.

In the heavy rain, the Daoist-robed old man on the street narrowed his eyes, looking around bit by bit. When his gaze fell on the house where Wang Lin was hiding, he didn't pause at all. In his view, as the house dissipated, the scholar inside also dissipated, and the figures of everyone who had ever lived in this house appeared.

After a long time, the entire West City had been scanned by the old man. Finding nothing, the old man looked calm. He performed Hand Seals, pointed at his forehead, and let out a low roar.

Immediately, the light of his Clan Seal increased again. As it swept out, in the old man's eyes, the entire West City dissipated, as if time were constantly rolling backward. Soon, what appeared before the old man's eyes was an ancient battlefield, with countless Mortal armies slaughtering each other, the earth stained a dark red.

The old man suddenly closed his eyes, and the light of his Clan Seal slowly dissipated, finally returning to normal. The seven Cultivators outside his body also withdrew their marks, their faces slightly pale.

"There are no hidden Cultivators here. Change to another place and continue the search!"

The old man flicked his large sleeves and leaped up, turning into a long rainbow that pierced through the dark clouds, flying toward the distance. Behind him, the seven Cultivators followed quickly.

The same scene was not only happening in various places on this Cultivation Planet, but it was also being carried out on all Cultivation Planets throughout the Primordial Stars!

Under the order of the Primordial Stars, all clans obeyed the command and launched an extremely meticulous search. Cultivation Planets, uninhabited Barren Stars, and the endless starry sky—the people of the Primordial Stars had woven a giant net!

Wang Lin's expression was calm. He showed no reaction to the departure of those people, and he didn't even open his eyes again. The roar of the Indestructible Thunder in his mind was getting weaker, and its struggle was becoming more and more feeble!

The clouds filled the sky, and the rain had been falling until now without any sign of letting up. On this rainy night, even the night watchman did not appear. Except for the thunder and the sound of the pouring rain, there were no other noises.

The two streaks of thunder within Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit finally fused together completely after this constant collision. The unwilling roar of the Indestructible Thunder was useless; it was completely devoured by the thunder transformed from Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit, becoming one.

The moment the Indestructible Thunder was completely devoured, the will existing within it was also refined by Wang Lin's Primordial Spirit and merged with his own Divine Sense. Suddenly, the thunder transformed from his Primordial Spirit shook. He clearly felt that the thunder Origin within his Primordial Spirit was increasing frantically at an unimaginable speed.

This increase was indescribable. Almost in an instant, this thunder Origin force alone caused Wang Lin's cultivation, specifically regarding his thunder cultivation, to suddenly blast through the Peak of the Middle Stage of shattered nirvana and advance toward the Late Stage!

With the roar of that Origin force, the moment Wang Lin unleashed his thunder power, his cultivation instantly reached the Late Stage of shattered nirvana!

The power of Origin is the foundation of all rules and Concepts. Once the Origin is understood, it is equivalent to thoroughly seeing through this thunder Concept and rule. Thus, without the restriction of Concepts, the increase in cultivation was shocking!

Furthermore, after devouring the will within the Indestructible Thunder, Wang Lin's mind roared, and scenes suddenly flashed out from within that will. It was the memory of the Indestructible Thunder, the memory of that will!

Perhaps because the memories were from the ancient past, they were incomplete, showing only three images!

The first image was a scene of collapse, a scene of the starry sky, the Star Domain, a great collapse that destroyed the heavens. Countless stars, countless Star Domains, boundless and endless, even exceeding the Inner Realm and Outer Realm by countless times—this collapse was like a catastrophe!

In that collapse, countless living beings perished. Wang Lin saw Cultivators wearing strange clothes, saw strange-looking Vicious Beasts, and he even saw a Mosquito Beast the size of a Cultivation Planet emitting black light! He also saw a Jiqiong with many heads!

But just as he was about to continue watching, a flash of lightning rushed out frantically from this collapse, as if trying to escape. Its light covered everything, and it flashed past!

This was the first image. It was very short, but the shock it brought to Wang Lin was like a huge wave! That earth-shattering lightning was the Indestructible Thunder!

It was just countless times more powerful than when Wang Lin devoured it!

The second image showed a streak of thunder moving in a person's hand. This person was a middle-aged man with a cold expression. On his forehead was a flower pattern with seven petals, representing seven colors.

"It is a pity for this Primordial Divine Void Thunder; I fear that even after countless ages, it will not be able to recover even one ten-thousandth of its former glory… Enough, I will send you out and see what your Opportunity and fortune shall be."

The third image was the Holy Land of the Flashing Thunder Clan. Above the temple, a streak of thunder connected the heavens and the earth, as if it had existed since time immemorial, emitting a roar, eternal and indestructible even if the heavens collapsed and the earth split.

Outside that thunder, eight Cultivators were floating. Among these eight people, one was an old man, and on his forehead, there was indeed a lightning mark!

The other seven were dressed strangely, as if composed of unknown materials. They looked like they were overflowing with light, as if they were wearing rivers on their bodies!

Especially one of them, who stood at the very front and was clearly the leader of these people. The old man from the Flashing Thunder Clan looked at this person with extreme respect, and a hint of fear was faintly revealed.

Outside this person's body, a golden thread was circling. That golden thread was extremely familiar to Wang Lin!

"I didn't expect it to be here… It is a pity, a pity…"

The leader shook his head and turned around. The moment he turned, Wang Lin's mind roared, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he was stunned for a moment!

"He… he is…"