Chapter 1387: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Love and Grace

Chapter 1387: Peak of the Cloud Sea, Love and Grace (First Update!)

"I am by no means deceiving you. As early as twelve hundred years ago, I had already heard your name, and furthermore, I knew that your entire life of cultivating the Dao has been solely for the sake of resurrecting your wife!"

Venerable Master's voice, carrying weakness, drifted slowly through the starry sky, but as it fell into Wang Lin's mind, every word was like a heavy hammer.

However, this hammer-like booming turned into a monstrous wave that raged wildly in Wang Lin's mind, causing him to blur out all of Venerable Master's other words, while only those last four words tore through his Physical Body like thunder and lightning, rushing into his Soul!

"Resurrect your wife!"

"I also know that in order to resurrect your wife, you have implored many cultivators, but in the end, no one could accomplish this! You must certainly be skeptical of my words, likely thinking that since I am heavily injured, how could I possibly have the ability to do this!"

"This matter is indeed extremely difficult. Even before I was heavily injured, I absolutely could not have done it, but my Master is someone of the same renown as the ancient Immortal Venerable. Even in the primordial era, he was illustrious and famous!

I will go beg my Master to find a world of living beings, slaughter ten trillion people, take their Souls, and forge them into a Longevity Seal. Not only will your wife be resurrected, but your only son can also be resurrected!"

Wang Lin stood there, stunned, his mind booming, unable to speak for a long while. The injuries within his body were already extremely severe, and he had been relying entirely on a single breath; now that his Qi had leaked, his body trembled, and he spat out blood.

"As long as you agree to become my subordinate, I can help you accomplish everything!" Venerable Master's voice remained weak, but it possessed a magical power that boomed and permeated Wang Lin's body.

Struggle appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. This struggle was more intense than any he had ever experienced before; neither the proposal of Daoist Blue Dream back then, nor the words of the First Generation Vermilion Bird could compare to this moment! None of them had, like Venerable Master, directly struck at the most fragile reverse scale in Wang Lin's heart!

It landed in his Dao Heart, comparable to a strike that fished the moon from the well, fishing out the Soul of Li Muwan!

For the sake of resurrecting Li Muwan, Wang Lin could do anything! He could risk everything!

When there was no hope, he craved hope. Now that there was hope, even if this hope was only a sliver, it weighed down on Wang Lin like ten thousand jun, making his expression struggle like raging waves in the sky.

"By becoming my subordinate, you will be an existence that surpasses Si Mozi, surpasses Qing Shui and Qing Lin. You will be the pinnacle of my most potential-filled death soldiers!!

If you agree, I shall bestow upon you the Dao title—Lin Shangzi!

Your entire life, isn't it just to have your wife and child resurrected? My Master can do it. If you don't believe me, I can even have my Master resurrect your wife first so you can be reunited, and then you can agree—it won't be too late!"

Wang Lin's face was ashen, the struggle in his expression reaching its absolute limit. A voice in his mind was roaring, screaming, and shouting madly, shaking his entire body!

"Agree to him, become Venerable Master's subordinate, and Wan'er can be resurrected. Wang Lin, isn't your entire life of cultivating the Dao solely for her alone!"

"Agree to him, and you can be reunited after more than fifteen hundred years of separation. Wang Ping can also be resurrected. When the time comes, your family will be reunited—isn't this the greatest, most extravagant dream of your life!"

"Agree to him, isn't it just becoming Venerable Master's slave? Isn't it just obeying all of Venerable Master's commands? Compared to Wan'er's life, which is more important?"

"Agree to him, become the second Si Mozi, become Venerable Master's slave, betray the Inner Realm, and sever all ties with Situ Nan, with Qing Shui, and with all your Fellow Daoists in the Inner Realm, becoming enemies from this point on!"

This voice grew louder and louder, finally turning into an earth-shattering roar that went wild in Wang Lin's mind. His face was pale, his body subconsciously retreated several steps, his eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot veins, his body trembled, and his mind was almost on the verge of collapse. The struggle, the choice, turned into a flood that threatened to completely drown him.

"If one day, Venerable Master orders me to kill Situ… what should I do…

If one day, Venerable Master orders me to incinerate Qing Shui… what should I do…

If one day, Venerable Master orders me to kill my way back into the Inner Realm, how could I have the face to face those familiar faces one by one… Zhou Yi, Zhou Ru, Big Head, everything, everything…

If one day, Venerable Master orders me to harm the Second Generation Vermilion Bird… would I be able to bring myself to do it…"

A miserable smile appeared on Wang Lin's face, and shocking blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. His heart seemed to have split into two, being forcibly torn apart. That kind of pain could not be described by any words in the slightest!

Wan'er was his everything, his reverse scale; he would not allow anyone to harm her. For the sake of Wan'er, Wang Lin could give up so much. To resurrect Wan'er, he had been able to give up his vitality back then, and right now, he could even risk his life!

However, there were some things that were even more important than his life! However, in a person's life, besides love, there was also some grace that he could not bear to sever!

"From now on, the Soul Refining Sect is entrusted to you…" On Vermilion Bird Star, the deceased Old Ancestor Dun Tian of the Soul Refining Sect, with a kind smile, placed the Soul Refining Sect's supreme treasure, the Soul Banner, into his hands, and placed the incense power Legacy of the Soul Refining Sect onto his shoulders, closing his eyes with a smile…

Situ Nan gave up the possibility of taking the Heaven Defying, accompanied Wang Lin for hundreds of years, teaching him to cultivate the Dao from his childhood, acting as his teacher, his father, his brother, and his friend…

Without Situ, how could there be him, Wang Lin! Regarding Situ, Wang Lin had once said a sentence, and this sentence was the entirety of his gratitude toward Situ in his heart!

"In my life, I, Wang Lin, do not kneel to the heavens or the earth; I only respect Situ!"

Zhou Yi was infatuated with love his entire life. The immortal intent of his Spell could not cover up that thousand-year obsession. He even gifted Wang Lin the fortune of "hearing the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening," sparing Wang Lin from a great tribulation in this life! Zhou Yi was infatuated with Azure Frost; if Wang Lin made that choice, a tragic battle would be destined in the future!

"In this life, I, Zhou Yi, only want to do one thing: accompany Azure Frost and walk through the years…"

Senior Brother Qing Shui, cold in appearance but warm at heart, once he identified Wang Lin as the successor of his Master Bai Fan, risked everything to ensure that no one could harm a single hair on Wang Lin, not hesitating to go to war with anyone!

"Since he is my Junior Brother, I will not allow others to harm him. If you hurt him by a finger, I will take your life!"

Qing Shui's madness, the grief and indignation from killing his wife back then, evidently came from the schemes of the Outer Realm. Once he learned that the Junior Brother he wanted to protect had actually become the running dog and slave of the source of his madness, how much pain would he feel…

And there was that Fifth Generation Vermilion Bird, who was clearly already at the end of his rope, yet still healed Wang Lin's injuries, and even entrusted the Vermilion Bird Saint Sect to his hands. That kind gaze, like eternity, shone brightly in Wang Lin's heart.

"My entire life, I, Lu Yun, dedicated to the Vermilion Bird Saint Sect… Even though I am returning to the void now, I can depart with a smile… You are very good, very outstanding. Please help me… take care of the Vermilion Bird Saint Sect."

The character of the Fifth Generation Old Saint Emperor was something Wang Lin respected. Amidst grace and respect, he could not face that deceased, kind old man's gaze of anger, disappointment, and inability to close his eyes in death.

The Second Generation Vermilion Bird, in their few days of brief contact, with his hearty laughter, gratified expression, admiring gaze, and undisguised affection for Wang Lin, fished for a Dragon to give him blood, tried to save him multiple times during the trial crises, and even in the Heaven Square Incense, did not hesitate to question the First Generation!

He gifted him the method to control the Flame Dragon, gifted him the Ancient Soul Forbidden Turtle Shell, and furthermore, before leaving, clearly violating the will of the First Generation Vermilion Bird and not knowing what price he would have to pay, he taught Wang Lin the strongest technique of the Vermilion Bird clan—the Burning Realm Ancient Umbrella!

"Little guy, don't forget, next time we meet, you must have the Seventh Generation Vermilion Bird selected for me. You must choose a child with enough determination! You look cold and icy, but I didn't expect you to have been mischievous too. Pity, what a pity, what is so good about Dual Cultivation? I really cannot understand…"

And there were many, many more people…

All of this, how could Wang Lin just give it all up with a single choice…

Si Mozi's memories, those scenes, permeated Wang Lin's mind. When he saw Si Mozi's life, it was as if he were seeing his own memories.

The Si Mozi of today would be the Wang Lin of the future!

For his younger sister's Rebirth, Si Mozi gave up the Heaven Breaking Sect, gave up the Inner Realm, gave up all his Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers. He even gave up his own Soul, becoming Venerable Master's slave, becoming his running dog, killing for him. With a gesture from Venerable Master, even if it were his Master from back then, Si Mozi would shed tears and raise his butcher's knife!

If he hadn't seen Si Mozi's memories, perhaps Wang Lin's choice would have been even more difficult.

If he hadn't experienced Daoist Blue Dream's proposal, hadn't experienced the First Generation Vermilion Bird's words, perhaps even until now, Wang Lin would not be able to make the greatest choice of his life!

A painful, yet necessary, path to decide!

After seeing Si Mozi's memories, Wang Lin had asked himself, if he reached this day, how would he choose…

But he hadn't expected that this day would arrive so quickly!

This day was like a tribulation!!

Fortunately, in this tribulation, Si Mozi's memories gave Wang Lin a path that was like his own…

"I do not want to become Si Mozi…" Wang Lin murmured in a low voice. The struggle in his eyes was gradually replaced by pain, but this pain revealed firmness!

"I do not want to become your slave!"

"I do not want to betray their grace because of my choice. Love is the pain I cannot sever, it is everything I have lived for in my life of cultivating the Dao… However, my life is not just about love!"

"Like Si Mozi, giving up everything for family affection, suffering the condemnation of conscience and public censure for one person—I, Wang Lin, admire that! But I am afraid of this choice, afraid of facing everyone who has shown me grace… Even if my wife and child wake up, we will become Puppets…

I will not make that choice…"

"Perhaps, your Master can truly awaken my wife and child, but if he can do it, I, Wang Lin, can too!"

"My wife and child, I will resurrect them myself!" Wang Lin raised his head, looked at Venerable Master who was stunned in the distance, turned around, and transformed into a long rainbow toward the endless starry sky, carrying an aura of sorrow, and departed far away.

No one saw two lines of crystalline tears flow from the corners of Wang Lin's eyes, scattering into this vast starry sea, leaving no trace.

"Wan'er… Ping'er… will you blame me…"

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