Chapter 1591: Ancient Mystery, Dominating Fate

"What an interesting life, what an interesting Heavenly Dao, what an interesting fortune!! But even so, what does it matter! Since I, Wang Lin, can step into the Ancient Immortal Realm today, can blast open the Heavenly Tribulation, and can know why the Heavenly Tribulation came to be, then one day, I, Wang Lin, can also step out of this Immortal Cave, enter the Immortal Astral Continent, and go see just how strong those Great Venerables on the Immortal Astral Continent are!

What right do they have to keep all living beings in captivity, and what right do they have to become the masters of all living beings!"

"No wonder the First Generation Vermilion Bird once said that he could take a limited number of people away from here to his hometown. It was because everyone else besides him was not from the Immortal Astral Continent at all, but merely Cultivators born within this Immortal Cave!

No wonder he said that in his hometown, there would be someone who could resurrect Li Muwan, while he could not. No wonder… no wonder…"

"Venerable San Ling could take the people of the Seven Million Worlds out; I, Wang Lin, will be able to do the same in the future. I want to see just how powerful the people of the Immortal Astral Continent really are!"

"I want to see if, the moment I step out of this Immortal Cave and enter the Immortal Astral Continent, I can stir up a storm of blood and gore, and whether I can make the Great Venerables of the Immortal Astral Continent bow down at the feet of a Mortal born in this Immortal Cave Realm!"

Wang Lin's laughter was frantic. He was not surprised by anything today, for he had already guessed all of this. He simply did not want to, was unwilling to, or perhaps was just deceiving himself by refusing to think about it.

But today, he saw through it all. So what if this is the truth? He is still Wang Lin, he is still that anti-Cultivator, he still must resurrect Li Muwan, and he still must face everything in this world alone.

The truth, even if it is the truth, so what! As long as one has an unyielding heart, as long as one has an obsession, then he must continue to walk forward!

Amidst his laughter, Wang Lin, carrying the realization of the truth, took a step towards the second sun. This second sun contained the Fire Tribulation; after approaching it, he threw a punch.

A heaven-shaking roar erupted, and the second sun collapsed directly, revealing the fire of the Heavenly Tribulation that had been condensed and sealed inside by the seven-colored man.

Wang Lin did not pause his body, taking a step to approach the third sun. With a roar, the third sun contained a force of pressure. This pressure was the heavenly might, capable of suppressing all living beings.

After continuously blasting open three suns, Wang Lin's body flickered. Amidst wild laughter, he raised his right hand and struck the void. His cultivation exploded from within his body, transforming into a giant palm that slammed towards the fourth sun.

Inside this fourth sun were four swords. These four swords emitted monstrous Sword Qi, but in Wang Lin's eyes, he did not care in the least!

The fifth sun contained countless illusory figures. These figures fused together, ever-changing, and were the root of the Illusion-Reality Tribulation.

The sixth sun contained the auras of three Magic Treasures. These three Magic Treasures were the Immortal Suppressing Tower, the Fate Sealing Ring, and others. After being blasted open by Wang Lin, these three Magic Treasure auras swirled together, indistinguishable from one another.

The seventh sun emitted the Soul Power of the Ancient Three Races. Inside that seventh sun were sealed countless Souls of the Ancient Three Races; it was the ultimate means of controlling the Heavenly Dao messengers.

In the eighth sun, Wang Lin felt the aura belonging to the Self-Origin Tribulation within it. This aura changed rapidly, making it very difficult to distinguish.

After continuously blasting open these eight suns, the roar of the Ancient Immortal Realm echoed heaven-shakingly, continuous and unending. As it spread far away, muffled echoes collided and rose, shaking the earth and causing the statues on the ground to tremble continuously.

But Wang Lin did not care about all this at all. His gaze fell upon the ninth sun. The power of the Heavenly Tribulation contained within this ninth sun was something he had never seen before.

But faintly sensing, he detected an extremely familiar aura within that sun. In this aura, there was his own, there was Li Muwan's, there were his parents', and there were countless people he had met in his life.

Standing beside that ninth sun, Wang Lin calmed his entire being. In silence, he closed his eyes and stood there for a long, long time. He did not know how much time had passed until he opened his eyes, a look of realization in them.

"This ninth sun, the ninth Heavenly Tribulation, is the Origin of the Heavenly Tribulation. It contains the lives of all living beings from ancient times to the present, whether in the Inner Realm or Outer Realm, whether alive or dead. This ninth Heavenly Tribulation is like a master outline; anyone born within this Immortal Cave is recorded…"

Looking at that ninth sun, a cold glint appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. He had the intention to destroy this Heavenly Tribulation, and with his cultivation, there was a slight possibility he could do it. But he understood that once this Heavenly Tribulation was destroyed, this world would fall into great Chaos. After all, this world was not naturally formed, but created by that seven-colored man using the Immortal Cave.

In silence, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pressed it into the void onto that ninth sun. His Divine Sense suddenly left his body along his right hand, transforming into an invisible storm that swept across the world and rushed entirely into this ninth sun.

Under that sunlight, Wang Lin's Divine Sense permeated, and as it constantly penetrated, it completely entered the depths of this ninth sun. The interior of this ninth sun was a piece of Chaos. As Wang Lin's Divine Sense swept across, he saw many, many things.

He saw the lives of countless Mortals, the lifetimes of countless Cultivators, and saw many faces he had never seen before. Those people, wearing ancient clothes, had been dead for a long, long time.

This ninth sun contained the lives of all living beings from the countless years since the beginning of this world until today. It was like Reincarnation, like Law, changing everything, turning all kinds of unfairness and Opportunity into the two words: fate.

Or rather, what this ninth sun contained was so-called fate!

As Wang Lin's Divine Sense continued to spread, he did not know how long had passed before he found the aura of fate that belonged to him. This aura was extremely dense, and in this boundless Chaos, it was very eye-catching.

Looking at the aura of fate that belonged to him, Wang Lin was silent. Until a long time later, he seemed to have made a decision. His Divine Sense spread forward, directly enveloping that aura of fate belonging to him, and after swallowing it, he fused it into his Divine Sense.

The instant this aura of fate was fused by him, Wang Lin's Divine Sense immediately underwent a violent change, and his body, which was closing its eyes outside that ninth sun, trembled even more violently.

In this trembling, it was as if his body became complete; it was as if from then on, he, Wang Lin, could dominate his own fate. In this world, there was no longer any power that could change the fate that belonged to Wang Lin!

Even this Heavenly Tribulation would not work! Even that seven-colored man would not work!

It was as if at this moment, he, Wang Lin, was truly at Perfection, having taken back his own fate from within this world and transcended it! Throughout history, apart from desire, the pursuit of Mortals was almost entirely the extravagant hope of being able to control their own fate, but those who could do it had almost never existed.

Fate is inconstant, and the power of Mortals is limited; they can only struggle under fate, letting out those roars of unwillingness, like ants in a person's hand, left to be pinched and played with, unable to escape from the palm.

Until the final death, they still die in that palm, and the corpse must be waved by that palm to the required place to rest permanently, but this kind of rest is also under the control of fate.

In the Mortal world, there have been legends since ancient times that if the King of Hell orders you to die at the third watch, no one can keep you until dawn. In the thoughts of Mortals, because of the fear of death, there is the saying of Hell and Yellow Springs, and even more so, the words of the King of Hell and the Underworld.

But all of this serves only to illustrate people's fear and struggle against fate, but the answer obtained in the end is that they cannot transcend it.

Even if they think they have done it, in reality, it is self-deception. Only Wang Lin, on this day, at this moment, took back his fate and became a person who dominates his own fate!

Having taken back his own fate, Wang Lin did not withdraw his Divine Sense. His Divine Sense continued to search incessantly within this ninth sun, searching for those friends, relatives, and lovers he was familiar with. He wanted to take back the fate that belonged to them all!

Even if many of these people had already died, Wang Lin absolutely would not allow them, even in death, to be unable to transcend the rules of fate!!

In this constant search, he found his father and mother. What made his Soul feel tearful sadness was his parents' fate; even though they were dead, those two auras were still dependent on each other, intertwined for lifetimes amidst the many fate auras.

The love between parents is ordinary, it is warm; it is a kind of persistence that even after death, they must rely on each other.

His Divine Sense gently wrapped around the fate auras that ended after his parents' death, and Wang Lin searched again. He found Shisan, found Big Head, found Zhou Yi, found Azure Frost, found Qing Lin…

He found Nan Yunzi, found Hong Shanzi, found Wang Zhuo, found the Old Saint Emperor who had been kind to him, found Dun Tian…

He found even more people, found his child Wang Ping, found Zhou Ru, and took away the portions of fate that belonged to them, letting them no longer be controlled by this world, letting them, like himself, transcend from now on.

He also found Hong Die, found Mu Bingmei, found Xi Zifeng, and found those beautiful women he had met and forgotten in his life.

And also Li Qianmei.

It's just that, in this constant search, Wang Lin could not find Qing Shui, could not find Situ Nan, and he even tried to look for the missing Heavenly Fate Child, but in the end, the fate of these three people seemed to have disappeared, without a trace.

There was also one other person he could not find, someone extremely important to Wang Lin. This person was his lover, a woman who, after his parents, was equivalent to his life. This woman was named Li Muwan.

No matter how Wang Lin searched, he could never find Li Muwan's aura of fate, as if this aura had vanished into thin air. But in Wang Lin's feeling, it was different from the disappearance of Qing Shui, Situ, and the others; the fate of Qing Shui, Situ, and the others seemed as if it had never appeared in this ninth sun.

But Li Muwan had traces of existence, yet someone, at an unknown time, had taken it a step ahead…

The updates in June were not good, and Er Gen feels very embarrassed, so I didn't ask for monthly votes. How about this, I will be home tomorrow night. For the last few days of June, Er Gen will not step out of the house, and I will strive to release more chapters, so that everyone can enjoy reading!