Chapter 1444: Dominating the Inner Realm, Today’s Misty Tears

Xizi Feng bit her lower lip and slowly flew toward the Spiritual Qi-rich Cultivation Planet ahead. She closed her eyes; there were no tears.

Her tears had long since dried up over these past eight hundred years.

Slowly, the cultivation within her body circulated, and a gentle glow gradually spread from her. A wisp of her Primordial Spirit slowly drifted out, transforming into a Divine Sense that shot straight toward the Cultivation Planet ahead, which had been completely evacuated of all Mortals and Cultivators.

Suddenly, her Divine Sense seemed to connect with the Cultivation Planet. Her face was pale, and she fiercely gritted her teeth, abruptly pulling the Divine Sense outward!

A roar immediately echoed from the Cultivation Planet. Its slow rotation instantly paused upon being pulled by the Divine Sense!

But the moment it stopped, an indescribable force violently rebounded, slamming directly into Xizi Feng's Divine Sense.

Xizi Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. The Divine Sense split off from her Primordial Spirit could not withstand the rebound force and instantly tore apart in the middle!

Her face was ghastly pale, and she retreated dozens of meters consecutively. Her Primordial Spirit spread out once more, transforming into a streak of Divine Sense that shot toward the Cultivation Planet for another pull!

Amidst the echoing, fierce roar, the Cultivation Planet violently shook, showing faint signs of changing its trajectory. However, the rebounding force was even more intense than before, erupting with a rumbling sound. Xizi Feng's Divine Sense was shattered by this explosive rebound, collapsing once again!

This collapse caused Xizi Feng's Divine Sense to disintegrate inch by inch. Her Primordial Spirit was severely wounded and recoiled back into her body. Blood sprayed from Xizi Feng's mouth, and her body trembled as if she couldn't stand steadily. Her face turned ashen, and even her eyes dimmed.

"Useless trash!" With a cold snort, the middle-aged man, the Thunder Immortal Palace Emissary, stepped forward, passing directly by Xizi Feng. He flicked his large sleeve, sending his Divine Sense straight toward the Cultivation Planet. Under his low shout, the Cultivation Planet rumbled and slowly began to deviate from the orbit it had maintained for countless years.

"Move the Planet!" The middle-aged man cupped his hands as if firmly grasping the Cultivation Planet, and shouted toward the people behind him.

The nearly one hundred Cultivators rushed forward without being ordered the moment his words were uttered. Streaks of silver thread flashed out, connecting with the Cultivation Planet, forming a massive silver net that enveloped the star, and they began to pull it together with force.

Only one old man sighed as he walked past Xizi Feng. He took a bottle of Medicinal Pills from his Storage Pouch and quickly handed it to Xizi Feng.

"Fellow Daoist Xizi, this old man was also brought out of the Thunder Immortal World by him back then…" The old man whispered as he walked past Xizi Feng.

Xizi Feng silently accepted the medicine bottle, her eyes showing gratitude. Inside were precious Luotian Medicinal Pills. After consuming them, she sped up her recovery. Over these eight hundred years, the assistance from the Xijia family's old acquaintances was less significant than the help provided by these people who had been brought out of the Thunder Immortal World by Wang Lin. If not for them, Xizi Feng's path of cultivation would have been much harder.

"Why are you standing there stunned? Hurry up and come move the planet! Trash will always be trash. You had a beautiful face but insisted on ruining it. If you had agreed to my request back then, would you be in this situation today!" The middle-aged man, the Thunder Immortal Palace Emissary, sneered.

"Emissary Sir, Fellow Daoist Xizi has also joined the Thunder Immortal Palace. Although her cultivation is insufficient, her status is the same as ours. She has not yet recovered from the injuries sustained while shaking multiple Cultivation Planets. Why must you be so aggressive? Can't you let her recuperate slightly?" The old man who had previously given her the medicine could not hold back and retorted.

The middle-aged man's gaze flashed as he looked at the speaking old man.

"Do I need you to criticize how this Emissary handles matters!"

The old man's cultivation was only at the Early Stage of the Glimpse of Nirvana, and when stared at by the middle-aged man, he immediately felt a massive pressure rush toward him. Yet, the old man gritted his teeth, raised his head, and spoke with a cold laugh.

"You should know by now that Fellow Daoist Xizi was devoted to him back then. When he was present, would you dare act like this!"

As soon as these words were spoken, fierce light instantly appeared in the middle-aged Cultivator's eyes, and his mind trembled. He naturally knew who the other party was referring to. The Aura displayed by that person during the Battle of Conferred Immortals, when the middle-aged man himself was only at the Yang Reality Realm, made him an existence that had to be looked up to.

He fundamentally dared not show the slightest disrespect in front of that person. Especially during the battle in the Alliance Star Domain, that person completely rose to prominence, shaking the name of both the Luotian and Alliance Star Domains. He was renowned, and in front of him, this middle-aged Cultivator considered himself nothing more than an ant.

"He left long ago, and it's even possible he's dead…" Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the old man interrupted with a cold laugh.

"What if he returns!"

This single sentence caused the middle-aged man to fall silent. After a long while, he coldly snorted, flicked his large sleeve, and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! Xizi Feng, and you too, hurry up and move the planet!"

The old man glanced at the middle-aged man, said nothing more, and joined the Cultivators moving the planet.

Xizi Feng remained silent, gave up on continuing her recovery, and walked forward wordlessly. Gritting her teeth, she split off her Divine Sense to form silver threads, pulling the Cultivation Planet, and slowly flew forward with the group.

The middle-aged man was at the very front, his expression sullen. His mind was somewhat unsettled by the old man's words.

"What if he returns…" This phrase lingered around his ears, refusing to dissipate.

The group of nearly a hundred people slowly flew forward under the rumbling of the moving Cultivation Planet, gradually moving farther and farther away.

But not long after, a white-robed figure appeared in the starry sky ahead of them. This white-robed figure, with white hair fluttering, walked slowly forward through the void.

It seemed slow, but in reality, every step he took spanned endless stretches of the starry sky. In the eyes of the crowd, the white figure merely blurred, and an almost suffocating sensation, like a mountain pressing down, immediately arose. In an instant, this feeling vanished completely, and the white figure disappeared from their sight.

All of this happened only in a flash, so fast that people seemed unable to even react, as if it were an illusion.

Everyone trembled, their eyes showing horror. Especially the middle-aged man at the very front, who was stunned for a moment, his mind filled with shock.

But before they could recover from their shock, they clearly heard a soft exclamation of surprise, which seemed to drift slowly from within the starry sky.

When this sound reached the ears of the crowd, the minds of the nearly one hundred Cultivators roared once more. One by one, their expressions drastically changed, and they retreated in unison.

Xizi Feng's entire body trembled. Although the sound was just a soft exclamation, when it reached her ears, it was like the collapse of heaven and earth, causing her mind to tremble intensely.

She instinctively wanted to look up, but she held back. Instead, she lowered her head even further, retreating backward and hiding among the Cultivators. An indescribable emotion made her unwilling to be seen by anyone.

Amidst the echoing soft exclamation, the white-robed figure that had previously left and vanished suddenly reappeared in the starry sky before the crowd, his gaze sweeping over them!

Under this gaze, no one could clearly see the person's appearance. It was as if this white-robed individual were a sun, radiating boundless light, making it impossible to look directly at him.

The middle-aged man at the very front felt his mind rumble. Under this gaze, everything in his body seemed to halt. Even his Primordial Spirit was deeply suppressed within his body, not daring to move in the slightest.

It was as if this gaze were tangible, firmly gripping his neck and his Primordial Spirit. If the person merely had a thought, his Physical Body would instantly explode, and his Primordial Spirit would be directly annihilated!

This was an existence that transcended their comprehension!

"Se- Senior…" The middle-aged man had the highest cultivation, but he was also the closest to the white-robed figure. At this moment, he lowered his head, his body went weak, and he actually knelt directly in the starry sky, his voice trembling as if trying to say something.

This white-robed figure was precisely Wang Lin!

Wang Lin originally paid no attention to this group of Cultivators, but in the flash of passing by, he seemed to sense someone among them… a woman he had met back then who had developed feelings of admiration for him… If this woman had been the same as she was back then, Wang Lin would not have stopped. But what he saw caused a pang of pain in his heart. Under his gaze, the Cultivators in front of him had all dissipated, leaving only the one woman who was trying to hide, head lowered, face pale, and body trembling… Looking at the woman, even though her head was bowed, the hideous scars covering her face were clearly visible. Wang Lin fell silent there.

Xizi Feng bit her lower lip. Over the eight hundred years, she had thought her tears had dried up, run out, and would never return. Yet today, in this instant, two lines of clear tears still flowed from the corners of her eyes, tracing down her cheeks. But they did not fall straight; instead, they flowed into the deep, gully-like scars on her face, changing direction… She wanted to hide; she didn't want him to see her. This was a very complex emotion, completely different from the woman she was back then… She would rather grow old alone until death arrived than let that person see her in such a state of distress, with her hideous appearance. More tears flowed. She deeply lowered her head, subconsciously retreating, retreating, retreating… Hiding to the ends of the earth, hiding to the edge of the starry sky, hiding to a place where no one could see her, silently touching her memories… silently wiping away the tears whose feeling she had already forgotten.

"…Xizi Feng… I am Wang Lin…" Wang Lin looked at the retreating middle-aged woman and spoke softly. He forgot the year, the month, the day, when beneath that beautiful face, a pretty face carrying a smile had gazed at him from the crowd… That face slowly growing older, slowly grieving, gazing intently at his own face.

The moment he spoke his name, all nearly one hundred Cultivators violently trembled. Especially the middle-aged Cultivator at the very front, who instantly lost all color, as if even his heart had stopped beating. Even his Primordial Spirit collapsed under this single sentence, and his Soul was torn to shreds by this name, resulting in Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

Wang Lin!!

A name that once shook all directions in Luotian!

"I am not Xizi Feng… Senior, you have mistaken me…" The retreating woman, her voice trembling, seemed to have run out of retreat options. She bit her lip and spoke softly.