Chapter 1617: Ancient Mystery, Recuperation

In the Inner Realm's Four Star Domains, all the invading Cultivators from the Outer Realm had at this moment perished in the Revolving Wheel of Four Movements, formed by all the Inner Realm's power, turning into smoke and disappearing.

The only one who escaped was that Immortal Consort, fleeing in panic through the torn Rift. However, there was one other person who did not die under the operation of this heaven and earth—this person was Yun Luo!

Among all the Outer Realm Cultivators, Yun Luo was the one who feared Wang Lin the most. The illusory scenes she had deduced back then were etched into her memory. Almost the instant Wang Lin repelled the Venerable Master with an arrow, Yun Luo unhesitatingly crushed the life-saving Jade Slip her Master had left her.

This Jade Slip had been refined by her Master before his death, fusing with the Starry Sky to achieve boundless teleportation. It could instantly transport her back to the altar of her clan in the Primordial Stars, no matter where she was. After one use, the Jade Slip would shatter.

She had carried this Jade Slip with her for years, never using it even when her Clone died, until today, when it saved her life.

As for Wang Lin, his aura was unstable at this moment. Despite having a Ancient God Physical Body, he had sustained severe injuries in the previous battle. These injuries came from killing that Immortal Consort, whose name and rank were unknown, and also from suppressing the black-robed old man and another Immortal Consort with the Heavenly Emperor Furnace.

But more so, it was from the Heaven and Earth Revolving Wheel, formed by his Fusion of the three Origins of the Immovable Revolving Wheel.凝聚此物, forming this object had nearly exhausted all his strength, especially the final push of the fourth circle, which left Wang Lin utterly fatigued.

Although his cultivation had reached the empty profound Middle Stage after becoming a Third Step Cultivator, such a burden still left him utterly exhausted.

Now, his face was pale and bloodless, appearing to lack his previous might, as if a gust of wind could knock him down. Yet, his eyes still gleamed with resolute cold light.

He did not retreat, did not fall, but instead spoke the words of guarding for three years!

Just as Wang Lin spoke those words, Situ Nan and thousands of other Cultivators arrived from the distant Starry Sky. They were late, but their appearance, due to not having participated in the great battle, meant they were all uninjured, becoming the guardians for the Inner Realm's injured, apart from Wang Lin.

As Wang Lin departed, he didn't even have time to say a few words to Qing Shui or to those familiar faces. He left, for time was pressing. Although the Inner Realm was still peaceful now, only Wang Lin knew that this was merely the beginning.

This was just the first step.

The true catastrophe, within these three years or even after, would unleash a Peak power, a force that might utterly destroy both the Inner Realm and the Outer Realm.

After all, in the eyes of those from the Immortal Astral Continent, it didn't matter even if all the Cultivators in this Immortal Cave died. The Heavenly Dao would evolve all living beings, and after countless more years, innumerable new beings would emerge, and among them, there would also be Third Step mighty figures and strong individuals struggling within the Immortal Cave!

But Wang Lin was absolutely unwilling to accept such a fate. He had his own plan, a crazy idea. Carrying this plan, he transformed into a long rainbow, propelling the Revolving Wheel formed by the three Origins, and headed towards the Starry Sky.

Behind him, Mu Bingmei gazed at Wang Lin's departing figure, biting her lower lip. Her eyes were no longer filled with complexity, only confusion. After a long while, she lowered her head, the words Wang Lin had spoken earlier still echoing in her ears.

"Though she is not my Wang Lin's confidante, she is the mother of my son, Wang Ping…" Mu Bingmei raised her exquisite head, the confusion in her eyes replaced by determination. With a leap, she soared like a blue Phoenix, chasing after the direction Wang Lin had departed.

In the distance, Qing Shui's Primordial Spirit returned to his body. He opened his eyes, looking at the Pink-robed Woman beside him, whose gaze was fixed on the empty space where Wang Lin had vanished. He sighed softly and slowly spoke.

"You and he have known each other for a long time, haven't you…"

The Pink-robed Woman remained silent for a moment, then turned her gaze to Qing Shui and nodded gently.

"His life has been bitter, lonely until now. If you want to accompany him, don't hesitate… In one's life, some things, once hesitated upon, might be lost forever. Don't be like me back then…" A flicker of reminiscence crossed Qing Shui's eyes.

"You… why did you save me?" The Pink-robed Woman lowered her head, speaking softly after a long pause.

Qing Shui fell silent for a very long time. A bitter expression appeared on his face, and he shook his head without speaking. Some words, he simply couldn't utter. If he could, he would have said them when he recognized her as his daughter back then, but he didn't know how to express it or tell her.

After waiting for a long time, the Pink-robed Woman bowed to Qing Shui, a complex look in her eyes. She couldn't understand. With a sigh, she turned and walked towards the Starry Sky, chasing in the direction Wang Lin had departed.

Qing Lin, in the distance, rose from his cross-legged position. Gazing at the Starry Sky, he closed his eyes.

"He, perhaps, knows some of the truth… just like the things Master told me back then… I, back then, couldn't believe it, and could only choose to forget to deceive myself… He is stronger than me; he didn't choose to deceive himself, but to face it."

The moment Mu Bingmei and the Pink-robed Woman transformed into long rainbows and departed, a third long rainbow soared from a Cultivation Planet that had not collapsed, following after them.

Within that long rainbow was a woman whose name was Xizi Feng.

After this great battle, fewer than fifty thousand Cultivators remained in the Inner Realm. From the first battle in the Cloud Sea ninety-seven years ago, from the nearly five hundred thousand Cultivators of the Inner Realm at that time, over ninety percent had died in ninety-seven years.

What remained now was the entirety of the Inner Realm's Cultivator forces.

This great war, which lasted for nearly a century, was unprecedented in its brutality and death toll. The Inner Realm, which already had few mighty figures, saw many more perish, and those who survived were all injured.

Without enough incense, even their recovery was extremely slow, and it was even possible that they would never reach their Peak again in their lifetime.

Among the Cultivation Planets within the Star Formation in the Luotian Star Domain, only nineteen remained after this great war. These nineteen Cultivation Planets became the healing grounds for these nearly fifty thousand Cultivators.

Here, it also became the Inner Realm's new Cultivation World!

Under the protection of Situ Nan and others, everyone chose to sit cross-legged on these nineteen Cultivation Planets, meditating and healing. Among them, some Cultivators skilled in Alchemy endured their injuries and, accompanied by teams of guardians dispatched by Situ Nan and the thousands of other Cultivators, went to the other three desolate Star Domains to search for medicinal herbs. They intended to refine Medicinal Pills to expedite the recovery of others.

Everything seemed to quiet down. These tens of thousands of Cultivators also began to recuperate, but they did not relax. This war was not yet truly over.

At this moment, a fourth long rainbow flew out from a Cultivation Planet, heading straight for where Wang Lin had disappeared. Within that long rainbow was also a woman—this woman was the empty profound mighty figure from Zhaohe, the purple-robed woman!

Her Origin was mysterious; in the Inner Realm, few knew her identity besides a limited number of people. However, her actions in these successive battles had earned her everyone's respect.

Thirty years ago, her younger sister died in battle. Since then, she, who was already taciturn, never spoke another word.

The vitality of the Inner Realm settled, silently passing these three years.

Wang Lin, with exhaustion, propelled the Revolving Wheel formed by the three Origins, speeding through the Starry Sky towards the Cloud Sea. The gap in the Cloud Sea was a gap in the Sealed Realm Formation, the biggest hidden danger for the Inner Realm in these three years.

To allow the Inner Realm to have these final three years of recuperation, not only did this gap need to be sealed, but Wang Lin also had to guard it alone for over a thousand days and nights.

He actually didn't have to do this; he could have deceived himself, found a strange place to live out his days in solitude, but he couldn't, nor was he willing to.

As he journeyed, a whistling sound echoed through the Starry Sky—the sound of the Revolving Wheel formed by his three Origins tearing through space. The light in Wang Lin's eyes concealed his full face of exhaustion as he propelled the Revolving Wheel forward with a booming sound.

Before long, he arrived at the boundary leading to the Cloud Sea. There, he took a step, his figure like light, flashing past.

In the Starry Sky of the Cloud Sea, the mist of yesteryear was long gone, making the area no longer blurry but extremely clear. A bloody scent permeated the air, and scattered debris floated everywhere, making it look like a ruin.

Wang Lin propelled the three Revolving Wheels, speeding through this Cloud Sea ruin. Gradually, before him appeared the battlefield of the first Cloud Sea battle. This was one of the few misty areas within the Cloud Sea, but the moment Wang Lin arrived, accompanied by the whistling sound, a fierce wind swept out from the Origin Revolving Wheel.

Under the sweep of this fierce wind, the mist outside the gap in the Cloud Sea Sealed Realm Formation rapidly churned, quickly dispersing in all directions. Before long, the previously dense mist before Wang Lin completely dissipated, revealing the thousand-zhang gap within it clearly.

This gap, like a scar, existed menacingly within the exposed Sealed Realm Formation. Nearly a century had passed, and it had never fully healed. Inner Realm Cultivators had tried to repair it, but ultimately left in disappointment. This Rift was beyond repair because the Sealed Realm Formation, which sealed the Inner and Outer Realms, was already on the verge of collapse after this great battle.

The Sealed Realm Great Formation, whose creator was unknown, had become fragile after countless years, under repeated impacts of destructive power, and through this century-old gap, as if on its deathbed.

Standing at the gap, Wang Lin fell silent. He gazed at the Sealed Realm Great Formation, sweeping it with his Divine Sense, and could perceive the presence of the Sealed Realm Artifact Spirits within it. However, even they had dim auras, showing signs of dissipating as the Sealed Realm Great Formation weakened.

"This formation is dead…" Wang Lin sighed inwardly. He turned around and looked behind him. In the Starry Sky behind him, a purple long rainbow, carrying the aura of a Third Step mighty figure, whistled towards him.

Within this purple long rainbow was precisely the last one to set out, yet the first to catch up to Wang Lin—the purple-robed female Cultivator from Zhaohe!

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