Chapter 1584: Ancient Mystery, Illusionary Truth Tribulation

The palm opens for Cause, the grip closes for Effect. As the Karma Seal emerged, the four-cornered altar within the Rift immediately trembled all over, and the two corners extending outside the Rift let out a thunderous roar amidst this tremor.

The two corners instantly developed numerous Rifts, collapsing abruptly and exploding into countless fragments, causing a ripple to spread outwards, which was then incinerated by the flames, turning into a cloud of black smoke.

If only two corners had collapsed, it wouldn't have been astonishing. But under Wang Lin's Void Realm Karma Seal, not only did the two corners of the altar collapse, even the four swords encircling the blurry figure at the altar's center trembled immediately with this grab, emitting a wailing hum.

Four ethereal, smoke-like wisps of Qi seemed to be drawn out from these four swords by Wang Lin's palm. Invisible to the naked eye, but perceptible by Divine Sense, these four wisps of Qi forcibly left the four swords and shot straight towards Wang Lin's right hand. The moment Wang Lin's right hand fully closed, they were seized within his palm.

As these four wisps of Qi dissipated, the four swords that Wang Lin had once greatly feared instantly lost all their luster, becoming like common iron with not a trace of Spiritual Qi.

But all this was not yet over. The Karma Seal, between opening and closing the palm, with Karma in hand, all Origin materials could not escape its control. This Divine Ability was extremely overbearing; ordinary individuals didn't even have the right to dodge it. Even that Third Step mighty expert, the man in green, was horrified by Wang Lin's Karma Seal.

Under the intense tremor of the four-cornered altar, a wisp of Qi seemed to be drawn out from within it, causing it to tremble even more violently. Rifts, like a spiderweb, spread across the entire altar in an instant.

While all this seems to take a long time to describe, in reality, it happened in an instant. Wang Lin clenched his right hand, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Annihilate!"

As these two words left his mouth, a monstrous roar erupted from within the altar. Amidst the echoing rumbling, the half of the altar that hadn't even had time to extend out of the Rift abruptly collapsed.

Countless fragments swirled, seemingly forming a rotating storm, but this storm was almost instantly swallowed clean by the surrounding sea of fire as soon as it arose.

A low roar suddenly rose from the collapsed altar. The blurry figure sitting cross-legged abruptly looked up, took a step forward, and walked out of the exploding altar, flashing out of the sea of fire, heading straight for Wang Lin.

This figure remained blurry. Even after rushing out of the sea of fire, its appearance remained indistinct. One could only see a phantom-like blur as its right hand lifted, muttering as if a Divine Ability was about to be unleashed, causing its right hand to instantly be enveloped in a yellow light. The moment it neared Wang Lin, it struck with a palm.

"Life!" Wang Lin coldly snorted, neither dodging nor evading. He flicked his sleeve, extended his left hand, which was wreathed in white Qi and boundless vitality, and directly met the incoming figure's palm with his own. Their palms clashed in the air, creating a monstrous roar. The figure's body instantly trembled, and it stumbled back several steps.

Ordinarily, pure vitality doesn't cause much substantial harm. However, Wang Lin had comprehended life and death, and his palm strike, imbued with vitality, was part of the Life-Death Seal. The first palm, 'Life,' was meant to implant a mark that would eventually transform into death.

"With such cultivation, you dare to attack me!" Wang Lin's body swayed, and he instantly appeared before the retreating figure. He raised his right hand, enveloped in black Qi, and the moment he neared the figure, he pressed his palm onto its chest.

"Death!" The instant he pressed, the black Qi swirling around his right hand frantically drilled into the figure's body, activating the vitality he had previously laid down. Within this blurry figure's body, a convergence of life and death was completed, forming a Life-Death Great Seal!

As the Life-Death Great Seal formed, a violent roar erupted from within the blurry figure. Its body trembled violently, and it continuously spat out several mouthfuls of golden Qi. Its body was fiercely thrown back, and even its pervasive blurriness dissipated somewhat, revealing its eyes filled with horror and disbelief. Its body then let out a boom, as the Life-Death Seal within it disrupted its life and death, causing its body to collapse.

This Heavenly Tribulation envoy, who had once made Wang Lin suffer, was now, before Wang Lin, too weak to withstand a single blow!

"Heavenly Tribulation, what right do you have to inflict tribulation upon me!" Wang Lin's words were calm, yet they spread in all directions, even beyond the million-mile mist, reaching the ears of Nan Yunzi, Situ Nan, and the several thousand Cultivators.

This single sentence was enough to make these Inner Realm Cultivators' blood boil. These words were extremely arrogant, yet at this moment, no one had any doubts!

Wang Lin had endured these words for over a thousand years. From the first Heavenly Tribulation descending in the Demon Spirit Land when he reached Soul Transformation, he had been enduring. Today, he had the right to point at the heavens and ask: Heaven, who gave you the right to punish me, Wang Lin!

Ask this Heaven, who gave you the right to take Li Muwan!

Ask this Heaven, who gave you the right to punish all living beings!

Ask this Heaven, who gave you the right to be Heaven!

The Star Domain rumbled, the million-mile mist seemed enraged, writhing extensively. Muffled roars continuously emanated from the Rift, shaking one's mind.

As these sounds grew more intense, the million-mile mist suddenly began to rotate, emitting an even stronger roar. As it rotated, a pressure of heaven and earth spread out, enveloping endless space.

During its rotation, countless blurry figures quickly appeared within the mist. These figures were like souls, and after appearing, they let out piercing screams.

In an instant, within the mist surrounding Wang Lin, ghost shadows were everywhere. These ghost shadows were blurry at first, but quickly became clear, transforming into familiar faces to Wang Lin.

Among these faces were his parents with their white hair, his Fourth Uncle, Wang Zhuo, Zhang Hu, Liu Mei, and Li Muwan.

There were also Teng Li, Teng Huayuan, and all the figures Wang Lin had encountered in his life, whether enemies, friends, or relatives, rushing towards Wang Lin from all directions within the mist.

As they approached, there were also roars or gentle calls, permeating the mist and invading Wang Lin's mind.

Wang Lin remained silent, looking at the figures drawing closer and closer around him. He saw his white-haired parents supporting each other, trembling as they walked step by step, saw the tears and excitement in their eyes, and saw them extending their withered hands as if to touch his face.

He saw Li Muwan, her eyes misty with tears, but a warm smile on her face. She wiped away her tears and walked quietly towards Wang Lin, step by step.

He saw Liu Mei, and in Liu Mei's arms, a baby wreathed in black Qi. The baby's cries were sharp, piercing his mind with every sound.

He saw so, so much. He saw everything.

This scene was extremely real, an illusion created by the Heavenly Tribulation, almost indistinguishable from reality. Moreover, the appearance came from the heart, and everything gave one the illusion that reality and illusion could transform at any moment.

Even if you believe all this is fake, when you destroy it, you might immediately discover that it was all real, and what you destroyed was the last lingering soul of your loved ones in this world!

Wang Lin was silent. Around him, more and more figures approached with calls, and from afar, these figures had already surrounded Wang Lin, continuously drawing nearer.

Wang Lin sighed softly, took a deep look at the familiar faces around him, and closed his eyes.

He had comprehended the Origin of Truth and Illusion. All of this brought him a special sense of emotion. At this moment, with his eyes closed, everything was false. The moment he closed his eyes, Wang Lin opened them again, and everything he saw became real once more.

With a sigh, Wang Lin closed his eyes once more, raised his right hand, and waved it forward, as if waving away the empty gate. All these figures, whether real or fake, in this wave, returned to dust, to earth, from whence they came, to whence they returned.

"Heaven and Earth are unkind, thus inflicting this tribulation upon me. Since that is the case, I, Wang, shall do the same! Heaven, open your eyes and see, within this Heaven and Earth, besides me, Wang Lin, how many others roar at the sky!" Wang Lin opened his eyes, raised his right hand, pointed upwards, and let out a great roar!

Amidst his roar, the Divine Ability formed from the Truth and Illusion within Wang Lin's Origin, the Dao of Truth and Illusion, surged forth!

Within the rolling mist around him, with Wang Lin's finger angrily pointing at the heavens, countless illusory figures suddenly appeared. These figures were formed by Wang Lin's Dao of Truth and Illusion; say they are real, they are real, say they are fake, they are fake.

Among those figures was Zhou Yi, holding a female corpse and letting out a mournful roar at the sky, tears streaming down his face… Among those figures was Bai Fan, pointing at the heavens and laughing maniacally… Among those figures was Qing Shui, who, after awakening and recalling his memories, stared at the sky and erupted in silent fury… Among those figures was Tuo Sen, extremely arrogant, cursing the heavens… Among those figures were many, many more… Among those figures were the countless citizens of the Seven Million Worlds of the Flashing Thunder Clan, the countless Cultivators who died in tribulations, and Venerable San Ling, whose mind was disoriented after seeing what he believed to be the end of Heaven, with a wail and madness ignited in his eyes.

Countless figures materialized within Wang Lin's Dao of Truth and Illusion. Their roars pointing at the heavens formed a special Heavenly Tribulation. Heaven inflicted the Illusionary Truth Tribulation upon Wang Lin, so Wang Lin used the same method, forming this tribulation with the Dao of Truth and Illusion, to respond to it.

Under these continuous roars pointing at the heavens, this invisible force rushed into the Rift above, but the Rift showed no reaction, and the roars within it did not cease.

"Not enough…?" Wang Lin closed his eyes, and his Divine Sense suddenly spread out in all directions, instantly covering the entire Kunxu Star Domain. As his Divine Sense permeated, it merged into various Cultivation Planets, into the Star Souls within them, and into their memories.

Since ancient times, all who lived in this Kunxu Star Domain, whether mortals or immortals, when they died, when their destinies were turbulent, when they were in misery, when they looked up at the azure sky, the resentment they might have cried out or harbored in their hearts, perhaps no one saw it, or those who saw it also died, but the planets they lived on had souls, and they silently remembered.

At this moment, perceived by Wang Lin's Divine Sense, it was conjured through the Dao of Truth and Illusion, transforming into a tribulation aimed at Heaven, erupting with a roar.

The Rift, symbolizing the Heavenly Tribulation, trembled for the first time, and the roars within it abruptly ceased.

At the same time, in another direction outside the mist, Old Man Zhan's eyes revealed a brilliance he had never shown before, an undisguised look of intense greed.

"There's a 30% chance he's the third one!" Old Man Zhan licked his lips.

I'm going to die of heat!!!!!!!!!