Chapter 1592: Ancient Mystery, The Healing Remnant Immortal

He continued to search within that ninth sun, but in the end, although Wang Lin found the fate auras of many people, he still could not find Qing Shui or Situ. Likewise, he also did not find the woman who was of paramount importance to him.

Until his Divine Sense returned to his body from within the ninth sun, he opened his eyes. The flash of confusion that passed through them made Wang Lin appear as if he were stunned within this world at that moment.

"Why do the fates of Situ and Qing Shui not exist here… Could it be that they do not belong to this Immortal Cave…" The confusion in Wang Lin's eyes deepened.

He recalled seeing Qing Shui in the Seven-Colored Realm of the Zhao River, seeing that Seven-Colored Daoist, and seeing how the Seven-Colored Daoist's gaze had watched over every part of Qing Shui's life. Even today, that strange gaze remained vivid in Wang Lin's mind.

"That gaze can vaguely explain why Qing Shui's fate is not in this ninth sun… But Situ… I know a lot about Situ; his… his talent is astonishing, and every time we meet, his cultivation has surged by leaps and bounds… Could all of this be the answer as to why his fate is not in this ninth sun!" Wang Lin fell silent, looking at the earth below. He faintly seemed to have grasped some thoughts, but these complex thoughts were covered by layers of fog, leaving him unable to piece together a complete train of thought.

"And then there is Heavenly Fate Child. From the beginning, I have never been able to fathom this person. Perhaps only he himself knows what is in his heart… Even now that my cultivation has reached the Middle Stage of Void Spirit, I am still somewhat wary of Heavenly Fate Child… This person's secrets are many and deep; they are terrifying!" Wang Lin looked at the ninth sun emitting a blinding light before him, and a cold glint gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Wan'er's fate aura is different from that of Situ, Qing Shui, and the others. There are traces here, indicating that it should exist, but I cannot find it now. Who on earth took away Wan'er's fate aura!!"

The cold light in Wang Lin's eyes grew increasingly intense, and in the end, it was almost piercing. He raised his head, looking at the dim sky, and the coldness in his eyes turned into murderous intent.

"Wan'er is just an ordinary woman; her fate should not have attracted anyone's attention. But now it has been taken away. Whoever took it, I, Wang Lin, swear here in the Ancient Immortal Realm that I will definitely retrieve it. If anyone has changed her fate, then even if they go to the ends of the earth, even if it is to the Immortal Astral continent, I, Wang Lin, will definitely wash the Immortal Astral in blood, just as I did for the vendetta against the Teng Family!!!"

Wan'er was Wang Lin's inverse scale. Now, seeing that her fate aura had been taken away was as agonizing as having his heart dug out of his chest. Driven by this pain, Wang Lin would go mad!

The more a person knows, the more they understand, and the more they realize, the more painful it becomes. Wang Lin was like this at this moment. Perhaps if he had a choice, he would choose not to know everything, to become a Mortal and live out his life, ending his own existence.

But now, since he already knew and understood, he had no way back. Wan'er's fate had been taken away and its whereabouts were unknown; he had to retrieve it and allow Wan'er to transcend fate just like himself. Only then would it be the first step toward awakening Li Muwan!

After seeing the fates of all living beings within this ninth sun, Wang Lin understood everything. What he was doing now was resurrecting Li Muwan, wanting to let Li Muwan awaken.

The monstrous murderous intent in his eyes was gradually hidden by Wang Lin. With a grim expression, he didn't even glance at the ninth sun beside him and turned to step toward the earth below.

On the ground, statues of the Ancient Three Races stood tall. A desolate northern wind whistled past, sweeping up countless sand particles from the ground, kicking up clouds of dust that obscured the heavens and the earth.

Looking around, there were no living beings on the land; there were only gullies and deep pits on the ground between the statues.

Those gullies were left behind during some great battle in the eternal past, and the deep pits were the same, like scars and pockmarks, leaving the traces of time upon this land.

The whistling of the wind could only blow away the dust on the surface of these scars, but it could not disperse the aura of heaven and earth left behind by the various Divine Abilities of that year.

Landing on an Ancient God statue, Wang Lin stood there. His white hair was scattered by the northern wind, and his white robes flapped loudly. With the wind wailing past his ears, Wang Lin's eyes slowly calmed down. After a long while, he lowered his head and looked at the statue beneath him.

The Ancient God of this statue had already died, but there was still a strange power existing within it. It was precisely this power that allowed this statue to awaken at any moment, becoming a Puppet that had lost its existence, becoming a so-called messenger of the Heavenly Dao.

"The Ancient Three Races have actually become guards of this Immortal Cave. How tragic, how pitiful, how hateful!" Shaking his head, Wang Lin tapped his right foot on the statue below. The moment his body leaped up, a roaring sound came from within the statue. Cracks immediately appeared where Wang Lin's right foot had tapped, spreading rapidly in all directions, and almost instantly, they completely enveloped the statue.

With a violent rumbling sound, the statue directly collapsed, shattering into countless fragments and scattering across the ground.

"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. Since you already died in battle back then, do not hold onto the desire to survive in remnants. Dying on the battlefield is the best destination for people like us!" Wang Lin flicked his wide sleeve and walked forward. Wherever he passed, every statue—whether it was an Ancient God, Ancient Demon, or Ancient Yao—all collapsed with a roar as he waved his hand.

"If I do not destroy you today, when you awaken in the future, you will certainly disturb the world and become Puppets…" Wang Lin sighed softly, raised his right hand, and struck forward. With a boom, an Ancient Demon statue collapsed, turning into fragments that swirled and scattered outward.

As the statues formed by the deaths of the Ancient Three Races continuously collapsed, the auras of Ancient Demons, Ancient Yaos, and Ancient Gods emanated from those collapsing statues, turning into wisps of smoke that drifted in this world, forming blurry phantoms one by one.

These phantoms were what they looked like when they were alive; one could even see the wounds they had sustained back then on these phantoms. At this moment, after these Ancient Three Races manifested, their expressions were filled with confusion, but they quickly understood everything. With bitterness, they bowed to Wang Lin, their figures twisting into wisps of smoke, swirling and rushing toward Wang Lin, merging with his body.

As Wang Lin walked forward, all the statues in the world he passed by collapsed. The roaring sound, and the countless phantoms in the sky bowing as if they had been liberated—looking from afar, it was shocking to the eye, and at the same time, a deep sorrow emanated from each of those figures.

Wang Lin did not speak again and walked on step by step in silence. Accompanied by the roaring sounds, by the many phantoms bowing in farewell, and by the countless auras of the Ancient Three Races merging into the star points on his brow, left eye, and right eye.

The land was vast and boundless. Under the roar of the collapsing statues, the wailing northern wind carried that sorrow, constantly blowing and swirling. The wailing sound was like a murmuring whisper, as if telling one past event after another.

I do not know how much time had passed, but in front of Wang Lin, a huge statue about several thousand feet tall appeared. Within the center of this statue's brow were nine star points. Although the ninth star was still slightly blurry, it already had a prototype. This Ancient God statue was clearly infinitely close to the nine-star Peak.

It stood there, its right hand raised in a fist, but that punch had only been thrown halfway. Its expression contained pain and unwillingness, its body solidified by a force, becoming a statue.

It wore a simple set of Armor on its body, but even that Armor had become a part of the statue.

This was the Ancient God with the most star points that Wang Lin had seen along the way. Standing in front of this Ancient God statue, Wang Lin seemed to be able to faintly feel the heaven-shaking might of this Ancient God back then. That half-thrown punch seemed capable of blasting open the heavens and earth and killing countless Cultivators.

The unwillingness revealed in its open eyes—just by looking at it for a moment, one could seemingly hear in their heart a roar and howl from eons ago emanating from within the statue.

Standing in front of this statue, Wang Lin was silent for a long time. After cupping his fists in a salute, he suddenly waved his right hand toward the statue. Silently, countless cracks immediately appeared all over the statue. The cracks spread continuously with clicking sounds, eventually covering the entire statue. With a violent roar, the statue's body began to collapse on a large scale.

But, at the very moment it collapsed, a Vortex suddenly spun rapidly within the center point where the nine star points connected into a ring on the statue's brow.

As it spun, the statue's brow seemed to melt, and a sharp roar immediately erupted from within this Vortex, shaking the heavens. Wang Lin's eyes narrowed; in fact, the moment the Vortex appeared, he had sensed it and looked over with cold eyes.

He saw a withered hand, covered in countless mucus, struggling to reach out from the Vortex in the statue's brow. As it reached out, a sinister aura burst forth, permeating in all directions.

This aura was entirely diffused from this withered right hand. This hand seemed to represent death, containing supreme majesty, and there were even bursts of golden light faintly flickering from within the hand.

The sharp roar became more and more intense. The withered hand grabbed fiercely to the side, as if it wanted to crawl out of the Vortex. The roaring sound became clearer, and in just a moment, it shook the heavens and the earth.

"You have disturbed the slumber of my Immortal, you have destroyed the embryo body I was using to heal, you have committed a capital crime… No matter where you come from, you must die, die, die… Not only must you die, but the clan you belong to must also be buried with you! You destroyed the embryo, so your body shall become my embryo… You…"

"Noise!" Before the voice could finish, Wang Lin interrupted with a cold snort. His body stepped forward, his right hand raised like lightning, grabbing the withered hand. With a flash of cold light in his eyes, he yanked it outward fiercely.

"You are struggling so painfully, I might as well help you out! Get out here!" With a low roar from Wang Lin, a great force surged up with the yank. The statue collapsed completely with a boom. A naked, emaciated figure was pulled out by Wang Lin and thrown fiercely toward the earth.

The earth shook, and a wave of air surged up. A large pit was smashed directly into the ground, and Wang Lin leaped forward, heading straight into the pit!

"It is good that there is a living person. No matter if you are an Immortal or a Cultivator, Wang Lin wants your memories."

I returned home today and owe one chapter. Tomorrow, Er Gen will release four chapters. It won't just be for one day, but for several days, striving to make up for the chapters owed this month as quickly as possible!

With apologies in my heart, I cup my fists in a salute.