Chapter 1604: Ancient Mystery, Too Quiet

Wang Lin stood on the statue, his gaze sweeping across the heavens and earth. Within this world, he saw familiar faces in the long rainbows whistling by, and within those familiar faces, resolute determination. In his ears, he heard roars of determination, vowing to sacrifice their lives.

Among them were people Wang Lin knew: his Disciple Shi San, his servant Big Head, his brother Situ Nan, and Senior Nanyun, as well as many others he recognized and had met. These people were also looking at Wang Lin at this moment. The gazes of these thousands of people converged and fused, as if a surge of hot blood connected them all.

This hot blood would not dissipate with the long years of cultivation; it would only settle. It might seem lost, but at the true critical moment, at the instant a nation was about to fall, this hot blood would erupt with a roar.

"Join me in reclaiming the Inner Realm's mountains and rivers!" Wang Lin flicked his large sleeve and stepped off his statue towards the sky. His white robes were like snow, elegant as they fluttered, accompanying his flowing white hair. Under the sunlight, he radiated dazzling light.

In this light, Wang Lin's body transformed into a long rainbow, and a heaven-shaking whistle rose as he soared directly towards the Starry Sky.

Behind him, Situ Nan, Nanyunzi, and others followed closely, merging with the heaven-shaking whistle to form an earth-shattering roar. Behind them were the thousands of Inner Realm Cultivators, who, without a word, all cast their Divine Abilities and rose, following Wang Lin!

This scene was incredibly spectacular. From afar, it looked as if countless meteors were rising from the earth, carrying a Heaven-Defying Aura, a dominance that sought to destroy the sky, and an unyielding heroism as they rushed into the sky, out of Vermilion Bird Star, and towards the Starry Sky!

It was as if, led by Wang Lin's white figure in front, they could rush out of this Starry Sky, break through all the cages of this world, escape this false world, and go to the boundless beyond.

Wang Lin was at the very front, like the head of an unfurling peacock. As he advanced, his Divine Sense spread out, and while his eyes glinted with cold light, an overwhelming killing intent permeated without dissipating.

He wanted to kill. He wanted to kill all the invaders in the Inner Realm. He wanted to kill until blood flowed like rivers, until the heavens and earth changed color! This murderous intent erupted within him. It had been a very, very long time since Wang Lin's killing intent had been this dense.

He still remembered the Peak of his life's slaughter, which was when he annihilated the Teng Family in the State of Zhao on Vermilion Bird Star. Today, after two millennia, this killing intent once again surged in Wang Lin's heart.

This time, it was for himself, but even more so for the Inner Realm. Wang Lin was no hero, nor did he want to be a hero. He was just an ordinary Cultivator, just a Cultivator living in this era, who happened to catch this great war!

He understood the meaning of responsibility, he understood his duty, he knew the meaning represented by the two words 'Feng Zun'. What he wanted to do was not to be a Feng Zun, but to be himself, to blast open this world, to walk out of this Immortal Cave!

Whoever blocked him would have to bear Wang Lin's overwhelming killing intent and wrath.

If Heaven blocks, then destroy Heaven. If Earth blocks, then destroy Earth. If people block, then kill them!!

One must have the determination to blast open this world and walk out of this Immortal Cave. Compared to that, resolving the war between the Inner Realm and Outer Realm is just the first step. If even this first step cannot be achieved, there is no need to talk about walking out of the Immortal Cave.

As Wang Lin sped forward, thousands of Cultivators followed behind him. The group whistled through the Starry Sky, creating a heaven-shaking sound wave that spread in all directions, turning into thunderous roars that shook the Starry Sky.

In the Kunxu Star Domain, many Outer Realm Cultivators had already died from Wang Lin's arrow earlier, but some still remained. Now, under the spread of Wang Lin's Divine Sense, the entire Kunxu was enveloped within it.

Those remaining Outer Realm Cultivators, in Wang Lin's eyes, had nowhere to hide.

As the roaring sound surged, several million li ahead of Wang Lin, there were dozens of Outer Realm Cultivators. All of them had different marks on their brows, and at this moment, they were all panicking and fleeing in a hurry.

They were heading to the Luotian Star Domain, because at this time, most of the Outer Realm Cultivators who entered the Inner Realm were in Luotian; the other three Star Domains only had stationed personnel.

But these dozens of Cultivators had not flown far before they heard the distant whistling and roaring sounds from behind, which startled them and made them flee even faster.

Among them, a young Cultivator, his mind shaking, subconsciously looked back. With that glance, he saw a white shadow appear in the Starry Sky behind him. The white shadow came like a long rainbow, instantly appearing fully within the young man's sight.

The young man only took that one glance, only saw the white shadow flash past, and his eyes suddenly blurred, falling into darkness. When his vision cleared again, he felt the world spinning. In the spinning Starry Sky, he saw the figures of his group of Outer Realm Cultivators speeding away. He saw that at the very back of the group, there was one person without a head… That headless body, he was very, very familiar with. Almost instantly, his eyes showed an expression of disbelief, his gaze collapsed, and all the spinning Starry Sky he saw turned completely black.

In the instant of complete blackness, he saw one last image: a young man in white robes with flowing white hair, his palm like a blade, retracting as he took a step forward.

Those dozens of Outer Realm Cultivators had no perception whatsoever, completely unaware that one person in their team had already died. It wasn't until Wang Lin stepped forward and swept his right hand forward that a heaven-shaking roar erupted. Four Outer Realm Cultivators screamed miserably, their heads flying up, blood splattering onto the Starry Sky, and onto the bodies and faces of the Cultivators beside them.

Only at this moment did the remaining Outer Realm Cultivators react. They turned back in horror, and that glance became eternal.

Wang Lin's body transformed into a white streak, weaving through the group of Cultivators. With each raise of his hand, a head fell. In less than three breaths, he emerged from a pile of fragmented bodies, now reduced to flesh and blood.

His white robes were unstained by a single drop of blood, and his expression remained completely unchanged. As he departed, behind him lay dozens of heads, eyes wide open, retaining frozen horror, the heads of the dead.

"These heads are far from enough!" Wang Lin's expression was calm as he flashed forward. Not long after he left, the thousands of Cultivators arrived with a roar. What they saw were patches of blood scattered in the Starry Sky, shattered remains, and the lingering Aura of slaughter and the smell of blood.

Wang Lin's footsteps did not falter in the slightest. As he advanced, all the remaining Outer Realm invading Cultivators in Kunxu that he sensed with his Divine Sense could not escape death.

Many people didn't even realize their own death until after they died, until their heads were clutched in Wang Lin's hand. Wang Lin's cultivation was far too high above theirs. Indeed, if one were to speak of who had killed the most people in this world, Wang Lin might not be first, but he certainly wasn't far behind.

The exact number, even he himself couldn't clearly remember. Living in such a chaotic world, such a Cultivation World where the strong prey on the weak, if you didn't want to be killed, then you absolutely had to kill!

Deep within the Kunxu Star Domain, two Outer Realm Cultivators fled in panic. The two looked very similar, being twin Cultivators, a rare sight even in the Cultivation World.

These two were somewhat famous in the Primordial Stars. They always attacked together, their coordination unparalleled. They excelled in combined attacks. Although they only had cultivation at the second heavenly and mortal decay, with their coordination, even someone at the third heavenly and mortal decay would retreat in a sorry state.

These two brothers were cruel by nature. After entering this Inner Realm, many Inner Realm Cultivators had died by their hands. They had a hobby: they enjoyed torturing and killing enemies whose cultivation was inferior to their own.

But at this moment, these two brothers were like stray dogs, their faces pale as they fled in a hurry. They felt a terrifying pressure, as if it had locked onto them from a distant place, and no matter how they hid, they couldn't escape from this pressure in the slightest.

Gradually, that pressure became a blade of death, hanging over their heads, as if it could fall at any moment and take their lives.

Under this pressure, the two were almost driven mad, and at this moment, they fled like lunatics with bloodshot eyes.

But just as the two were roaring and fleeing with all their might, a white streak, representing death, appeared behind them. This white streak was a figure, slowly walking forward.

His steps were not fast, but in reality, they surpassed lightning and thunder. With one step, he directly approached one of them. This figure was precisely Wang Lin. His eyes were filled with killing intent. He raised his right hand and swept it directly towards the person beside him, whose face was filled with despair and horror.

"Brother!!" The other person let out a tragic roar, actually abandoning his escape and rushing straight towards Wang Lin. These two brothers had lost their parents when they were young and were raised by wild wolves. From childhood, they were like one heart, almost inseparable.

Later, they were favored by a Wolf Clan Cultivator, bestowed with a Clan Seal, and taken in as clan members, thus reaching this point today. In the past, only they would cruelly torture and kill others, but today, they had become Wang Lin's prey.

At the instant that roar sounded, a head flew up, and as blood sprayed, a streak of red covered Wang Lin's figure. It wasn't until the blood sprayed past Wang Lin that a head was directly thrown up.

"Brotherly affection is admirable, but those who kill my Inner Realm Cultivators must die!" Wang Lin took a step forward. Among the hundreds of heads behind him, two more grim, unclosable skulls were added.

Sweeping through Kunxu, as Wang Lin passed, not a single Outer Realm Cultivator survived in the Kunxu Star Domain! The places he walked were bloody, and the Starry Sky he trod upon represented slaughter.

The hundreds of heads behind him, unable to rest in peace, their Primordial Spirits Sealed, seemed to sink into Hell, unable to break free, only able to follow Wang Lin, continuously moving forward.

"It's too quiet…" Having left Kunxu, at the border of the Zhaozhao Star Domain, Wang Lin slowly spoke.

Update complete, Fellow Daoists, please forgive me.