Chapter 1545: Ruling the Inner Realm. Dreaming of Immortals, or an Immortal Dream! (Third Update)

Vermilion Bird Star emitted a gentle radiance in the vast sea of stars. In the distance outside it, where the area was very calm, only a speck of invisible dust made a faint sound before collapsing and shattering.

That dust was the place where Wang Lin, the Seal Venerable, met his killing tribulation…

After Old Ghost Zhan disappeared, ripples continued to echo in the starry sky outside Vermilion Bird Star. They grew more and more numerous, eventually filling almost the entire starry sky. Within those ripples, figures stepped out hurriedly: Hong Shanzi, Nan Yunzi, Qing Lin, Qing Shui… and others.

They did not appear at the same time, but arrived one after another. Their vast Divine Sense swept across in layers, finally locking onto the place where the dust had collapsed. Everyone fell silent.

They could no longer feel Wang Lin's aura, just like when Wang Lin went missing years ago; it was as if he had died.

"He is not dead." Hong Shanzi's eyes revealed sorrow, and after a long while, he spoke silently.

"A great war is about to begin. The Outer Realm will surely spread news of this far and wide." Qing Lin sighed softly, looking at the place where the dust had collapsed, scenes of the past with Wang Lin flashing before his eyes.

Qing Shui looked up at the distant starry sky, a thick cold light appearing in his eyes. A murderous aura diffused from his body, enveloping the surroundings.

"I will replace him… and go into seclusion on the Cloud Sea War Platform." Qing Shui closed his eyes, and slowly, his appearance began to change, eventually transforming into the likeness of Wang Lin. That indifferent temperament was somewhat similar to Wang Lin's.

He gave up searching for his daughter, gave up his freedom, and instead chose to transform into Wang Lin's appearance, going into seclusion on the platform to become a symbol.

"Junior Brother, I will give you an answer for this… Everyone who participated in this matter, as long as I, Qing Shui, have a shred of opportunity, I will risk everything to take revenge for you!!" Within his closed eyes, Qing Shui hid his sorrow.

Everyone who arrived here at this killing tribulation understood in their hearts that Wang Lin could not have avoided it. This slaughter was clearly a plan the Outer Realm had prepared for a long time, which was why it bypassed their senses and triggered the killing tribulation.

It was extremely difficult for Wang Lin to have survived; now, it was feared that he was in grave danger…

As the silence passed, the crowd gradually dispersed, but the anger suppressed in their hearts was like a burning flame, growing hotter and hotter…

The distant Vermilion Bird Star still emitted gentle starlight, appearing eternal and unchanging. The people familiar to Wang Lin on it were still immersed in their own worlds; they did not know everything that had happened here.

Zhou Wutai was still sitting on that Vermilion Bird statue, silently drinking wine.

In the Imperial Ancestor City of the State of Zhao, in that ancient courtyard and house, the grave stood lonely there, but before the grave, there was no longer the figure weeping in sorrow.

Only a few empty wine jars lay on the ground, and there was no longer the Zeng family's wine inside.

Only the giant statue on the Vermilion Bird Star, holding the axe that opened the heavens, stared blankly at the sky, as if it had become eternal…

Several days later, a cold-looking young man stood silently beneath the statue and slowly knelt down. As he kowtowed, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

"Master, Thirteen will, under the gaze of the masses, at the very Peak, announce that I am your Disciple!!"

Several days later, a beautiful woman with blurred, teary eyes, accompanied by a somewhat aged tiger, gently stroked the body of the statue. Tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

"Uncle… I am Zhou Ru… I am little Ru'er…"

Several days later, a burly man laughed loudly before the statue. As he laughed, tears flowed down. He held two jars of wine, as if wanting to get drunk with the statue.

After getting drunk, the big man began to cry.

"If I hadn't guided you to cultivate the Dao back then… If we hadn't met back then… If I hadn't taken your Heaven Defying Bead back then… If you were still an ignorant youth back then…"

Several days later, a stunning woman stood before the statue. She stood there for a long, long time. She stared blankly at the statue until the sun rose and set, sunrise and sunset, cycling several times. She left silently, two tears falling as she turned to leave, landing on the ground and shattering.

She was Mu Bingmei.

Several days later, a woman in a pink water-silk dress, carrying exhaustion, arrived at the Vermilion Bird Star. Seeing the statue, her eyes revealed reminiscence.

"You do not know me, yet I know you…"

Several days later, several months later… The process of time passing was forgotten, like time in the void, without an end, and without a destination to be found. All that remained were two broken bodies.

This was a pitch-black void, without life, without everything, a silent existence, eternal and ancient. In this void, there was a faint blood color. That blood color revealed golden light, forming a halo. Within that halo, Wang Lin's body was collapsing on a large scale, covered in wounds everywhere.

Beside him, the madman had his eyes tightly closed, his face like ash. There were no injuries on his body, but between his brows, there was a seven-colored light. That seven-colored light was formed by the Long Spear. It could not hurt the madman's immortal body, but it could hurt his soul, which had no protection after being severely injured years ago…

This blood-colored halo was formed by the drop of golden blood Wang Lin had been holding in his hand. It gently wrapped the two of them inside. Wang Lin struggled to open his eyes. He did not know how long he had slept, but he understood that his awakening would only be for a moment.

In bitterness, Wang Lin saw the unconscious madman beside him. His eyes revealed gentleness. With a sigh, he barely raised his right hand and waved it several times in front of him, finally opening a Storage Rift.

Three Dao Fruits flew out. Under his inhalation, the three Dao Fruits shrank, eventually turning into three rays of light, carrying that vast, unimaginably complex Dao Concept, and merged into Wang Lin's mouth.

Wang Lin's eyes revealed the strongest light of his life. He exhaustedly raised his index finger, his left hand grasping the madman, as if connecting with the other party, and the index finger gently fell toward his own brow.

"Dream Dao…" He circulated the last shred of his power, transforming it into Dao Concept, and unleashed the third Divine Ability he had created in his life: Dream Dao.

Using the Dream Dao technique, he cast it upon himself, dreaming back a thousand years… In that dream, he would let his Life and Death, Karma, and Truth and Falsehood Origin all reach Major Achievement!

His right hand fell powerlessly, and Wang Lin closed his eyes…

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"Little brother, little brother, wake up…"

"Sigh, why are you so drunk? My inn is about to close, wake up quickly…" By the side of the government road, inside a simple inn, the waiter wearing a green cloth jacket pushed the drunken youth who was crawling on the table, feeling very helpless.

"This is truly a scholar, getting so drunk after only two cups." The waiter pushed hard.

"The universe is a temporary lodging for all things… Time is a traveler for a hundred generations… And life is like a dream, how much joy is there… And how much joy is there… Haha, good poem, good poem!" The youth, with drunken, blurry eyes, looked up at the waiter and giggled.

"Hehe, let me tell you, I just had a dream… I dreamed that I became an immortal…" As the youth spoke, his body fell directly to the ground, snoring loudly.

Promised eighty updates, Er Gen has done it!! This last chapter today, the word count is slightly insufficient, I will make up for it. This chapter is a chapter that I have been very satisfied with over the past two months. I read it three times after I finished writing it.

Because I feel it is good, and because I have fulfilled my promise, I am very happy, asking for the guaranteed monthly vote for June.

Wishing you a happy holiday.