Chapter 1593: Ancient Mystery, Space-Fixing Technique

A roar erupted as Wang Lin's figure turned into a bolt of lightning, heading straight for the deep pit smashed into the ground. In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin's figure approached the deep pit, and just at this moment, an extremely furious, muffled roar boomed out from within the pit.

Along with the sound, ten thousand zhang of golden light appeared. The golden light was dull in color and seemed to have a faint purple hue, appearing impure. At this moment, it flashed out from the deep pit, and along with the roar, it erupted with a heaven-shaking impact.

It was as if a storm had collapsed inside the deep pit, all of it rapidly venting out through the opening of the pit. When Wang Lin approached, it was exactly the moment this dark golden light erupted. A wild wind howled, whipping Wang Lin's long hair and clothes, as if it wanted to blow his body and his entire Divine Sense away until they vanished without a trace.

"How dare you attack me! You have offended the Immortal's might; you must die!!" The roar was filled with endless fury. Amidst the flashing golden light, a thin, withered figure rushed directly out from the deep pit. Its figure was blurry, and one could only see a concentrated, blinding dark gold mass.

Wang Lin gave a cold snort. His cultivation had broken through the Void Gate and shattered the Heavenly Tribulation. He was now at the Middle Stage of the Void Spirit Realm. Even among Immortals, ordinary people were definitely no match for him.

The moment the withered figure rushed out, Wang Lin took a step forward and raised his right hand, grabbing casually toward the Void Realm in front of him. With this grab, the world changed color. It seemed as if countless rules were distorted in an instant by Wang Lin's grab. It was as if in his hand, all the rules of heaven and earth would lose their trajectory of operation and would have to obey Wang Lin's Divine Will.

The withered figure wanted to struggle, but no matter how he resisted, it was of no use at all. Finally, amidst a terrified scream, his withered body was grabbed by the neck by Wang Lin from the Void Realm.

With a fierce squeeze, the withered figure's whole body roared as if it were about to collapse, but in the end, only blood mist sprayed out, and it did not collapse.

Wang Lin let out a soft sound of surprise. Looking at this withered figure, he appeared to be an old man, unremarkable and without anything special. If there was anything, it was merely that his body contained an impure Immortal Bloodline. Moreover, he looked extremely weak, but the toughness of his body made Wang Lin slightly surprised.

"You Lower Realm cultivator, how dare you attack an Immortal! Release this Immortal at once!! Do not think that just because your cultivation is profound, you can do whatever you want. If this Immortal had not been severely injured in his early years, killing you would be like crushing an ant…" The withered old man shouted urgently, a look of arrogance spreading across his face. Clearly, in the ancient years, he had often scolded those so-called Lower Realm cultivators in this manner.

Wang Lin's expression remained normal, but after hearing the old man's words, a cold light flashed in his eyes. After glancing at the old man, he raised his right hand and threw him directly into the sky. He then performed Hand Seals and pressed his palm into the Void Realm toward the thrown old man.

Under this palm, the heavens and earth roared, and the winds and clouds changed color. A giant palm print materialized from Wang Lin's right hand, absorbing the power of heaven and earth, turning infinitely large, and booming from the ground toward the sky in a heaven-shaking manner.

By the looks of it, it seemed to want to destroy the sky, to blast a hole through the sky. The withered old man's expression changed drastically, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes. Amidst a shrill scream, he tried to dodge, but in almost an instant, the giant palm print roared closer and blasted right through the withered old man's body.

The old man spat out blood, his whole body popping, and his left hand collapsed into flesh and blood and dissipated with a tremble. The old man looked terrified. He was still somewhat confused at this moment. In his memory, he was severely injured after that great war, and eventually chose to enter the body of an eight-star-and-a-half Ancient God to borrow its power to heal and survive to this day. His injuries had been nearing recovery over these countless years. Only then did he realize that the Ancient God embryo he had chosen to parasitize and heal in had been destroyed by someone. Awakened in anger, he recognized at a glance that Wang Lin was not an Immortal, but an ant born within this Immortal Cave Realm.

For such people, as one of the hundred guards of the Immortal Venerable in his early years, he could dispose of them at will; if things didn't go his way, he would kill them to vent his anger. It was precisely based on this deeply rooted notion that he, in his anger, chose to kill to vent his rage just as he had before falling asleep. It was just that before he could even attack, he was grabbed by the other party with a pressure-filled Divine Ability that shook his heart and mind, and was ruthlessly thrown onto the ground.

This throw caused the old man intense pain, but he still did not wake up; instead, he became even more furious. It was not until he was grabbed by the neck by Wang Lin and had his left arm blasted apart by a single palm strike that he finally felt fear, finally woke up, and finally realized that this person in front of him was somewhat different from the Lower Realm ants in his memory who would all excitedly kneel and kowtow upon seeing an Immortal!

"Renegade Cultivator, you are a Lower Realm Renegade Cultivator!!" The old man's voice revealed a look of disbelief, and his body trembled as he retreated rapidly.

Wang Lin's expression remained normal. He flicked his large sleeve and took a step forward. With this step, he appeared directly behind the withered old man, raised his right hand, and struck directly at the old man.

With a boom, the old man screamed and spat out blood, becoming severely injured once again. His body staggered, and his face turned pale, while his eyes were filled with monstrous terror.

"Impossible! Back then, the Master set up the Heavenly Tribulation precisely to prevent the appearance of Renegade Cultivators. With the Heavenly Tribulation in existence, it is impossible for there to be a Third Step Renegade Cultivator in this world. This kind of thing absolutely cannot happen!!"

"Let alone here with the Master, even within the many Immortal Caves of the great powers on the Immortal Astral Continent, it has never been heard of that a Lower Realm ant could become a Third Step Renegade Cultivator. This…"

The old man wiped away the blood, laughing miserably as he turned around abruptly, his eyes revealing a look of madness. He was an Immortal and naturally had means to save his life in despair. Moreover, he was someone who had experienced that great war in the early days; there were no weaklings among those who could survive that war!

While performing Hand Seals with both hands, the old man bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood that emitted golden light. But just at the moment this mouthful of blood was spat out, Wang Lin's eyes suddenly flashed. He raised his right hand and, unhurriedly and with extreme composure, pointed at the old man.

"Fix!"

The old man's whole body shook directly. That mouthful of blood was completely solidified and fixed in mid-air in front of him, including his body. In this instant, it lost all operation, and even the rotation of time and heaven and earth stopped completely in this moment.

But the old man was an Immortal after all. In the instant he was fixed, for a brief moment, his mind was filled with monstrous shock and awe that came from his Soul.

"Space-Fixing Technique!!! This is the great Divine Ability of the Immortal Venerable, the Space-Fixing Technique!! How does he know this technique? How did he learn it? Who taught it to him!"

His thoughts were frozen under the immobilization technique. Wang Lin's expression was calm as he walked in front of the old man. Looking at the terrified expression solidified on his face, he raised his right hand and placed it on his heavenly spirit.

"Let me see what exactly happened here back then!"

Waiting for a plane at the Capital Airport, I always feel uneasy, feeling that I owe too much this month. I simply found a quiet place to start typing. Now that I am about to board the plane soon and have uploaded what I wrote, I feel much better.

Tomorrow, there will still be an explosion of updates, it won't be missing!