Chapter 1672: Ancient Mystery, Calculating heavenly fate! (Third Update)

Outside the Rift in the Cloud Sea Star Domain, a large number of Vicious Beasts had gathered. Each of these Vicious Beasts still had expressions of terror, unable to forget the Restriction storm that had driven them out of the Rift months ago.

However, that Rift was their home, and now, lingering outside, they were unwilling to leave.

As time passed, these Vicious Beasts gradually grew restless, yet they dared not enter the Rift. Muffled roars echoed all around. On this day, a white-robed figure slowly walked out from the Rift. His appearance immediately caused the Vicious Beasts outside to retreat in unison.

They clearly felt a terrifying aura emanating from Wang Lin's body.

Wang Lin walked out of the Rift, his gaze calmly sweeping over the large number of Vicious Beasts in front of him. He did not stop, but flickered forward, and his figure vanished from the spot.

It was not until Wang Lin had left for a long time that the surrounding Vicious Beasts slowly approached the Rift, cautiously sneaking in. Only after confirming there was no danger did a large number of them surge into the Rift.

Wang Lin walked through the starry sky, his figure shuttling through the void, occasionally revealing himself, only to instantly disappear and reappear in a distant place. Before long, in front of Wang Lin was the edge of the Cloud Sea Star Domain, which was precisely where the New Immortal Realm was located.

Floating continents, galaxies encircling them, and brilliant lights softly spreading, illuminating everything around. Moreover, waves of Restriction Formations emanated from it, guarding the Immortal Realm.

Looking at this place, Wang Lin's expression was no longer indifferent. This place was created by him, and it was his home in this Immortal Cave Realm, apart from Vermilion Bird Star.

There were many people he knew here, people he couldn't let go of.

"Although the Galaxy formed by the Zhao River Immortal Realm has Restrictions, its power is still insufficient…" Wang Lin previously lacked the ability to strengthen the Immortal Guard Restrictions on the Galaxy, but now, he could.

Without first entering the Immortal Realm, Wang Lin stood outside the Galaxy, gazing intently for a moment. The dissipating horizontal blood threads in his pupils reappeared, emitting an eerie red glow.

Wang Lin raised his right hand and suddenly waved it forward. With this wave, the blood threads in his pupils silently materialized before him, heading straight for the Galaxy.

At this instant, the blood threads in Wang Lin's eyes flickered with light. The blood threads materialized outside his body reflected this, merging one by one into the Galaxy, connecting into a single expanse, causing the Galaxy here to faintly exude a bloody light.

After doing this, Wang Lin looked at the starry sky. In his eyes, the blurry lines of rules reappeared one by one. He raised his right hand and swept it forward, and immediately, a large number of rule-transformed threads danced like waves in the starry sky, gradually converging from all directions, densely encircling the Galaxy.

"This way, the Immortal Realm can be kept safe during this catastrophe of searching for the Third Soul!" Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then stepped towards the Galaxy.

The moment he entered the Immortal Realm, Hong Shanzi and others within the Immortal Realm immediately sensed it. They awoke from their meditation and, with a shift in expression, ascended to the sky.

Qing Lin, Qing Shui, Situ Nan, and Nan Yunzi, among others, stood in the sky, looking at the white-robed figure approaching from afar, smiles on their faces.

More people familiar to Wang Lin also sensed it at this moment, and a smile appeared on their faces the moment they saw the white-robed figure.

Wang Lin looked at the familiar faces before him, and their warm smiles, and gradually began to smile too. He saw Hong Die standing beside Qing Shui; the father and daughter had clearly reunited.

He saw Qing Shuang following behind Qing Lin. In the distance from Qing Shuang, among the crowd, there was a melancholic man. This man silently watched Qing Shuang, his expression complex and sorrowful, but more than that, it was contentment.

He was Zhou Yi.

Wang Lin also saw Zhou Ru. In his heart, even though Zhou Ru was now an adult, she was still a child. The tiger beside Zhou Ru still accompanied her.

Sweeping his gaze over everyone, Wang Lin smiled and softly spoke.

"I'm home."

These three words ignited cheers throughout the Immortal Realm. In the western part of the Immortal Realm, which was originally an empty expanse, a clan from the Primordial Stars was now thriving and multiplying. This was the Blue Silk Clan.

Daoist Blue Dream sat outside a thatched hut he had built himself, looking at the sky, a smile also gracing his lips. His daughter, Li Qianmei, was not by his side; she had gone into seclusion.

Daoist Blue Dream believed Li Qianmei's cultivation was insufficient, so after bringing the Blue Silk Clan to the Immortal Realm, he made her go into seclusion to comprehend his Origin.

After a brief conversation with many acquaintances, Wang Lin left. With him were Situ Nan, Zhou Ru, Big Head, and Thirteen, among others. These people followed Wang Lin and settled down in a continuous mountain range in the northern part of the Immortal Realm.

During this time, Wang Lin also visited Daoist Blue Dream and met with him. When he learned that Li Qianmei was in seclusion, Wang Lin himself didn't know why, but he felt a sense of relief.

Perhaps he also didn't know what to say if he were to see Li Qianmei again. He himself couldn't distinguish whether his relationship with Li Qianmei was one of gratitude or love.

"Gratitude is not love…" Li Qianmei's soft words in Wang Lin's ear still echoed.

The New Immortal Realm was like a paradise, far removed from external conflicts, ignoring the figures searching for the Third Soul in the Inner Realm and Outer Realm. Wang Lin's return gave the Cultivators here firm confidence to live peacefully.

Wang Lin resided on that mountain peak, where there was a very simple dwelling. This was Wang Lin's home.

Zhou Ru was unwilling to leave, staying by Wang Lin's side like a daughter, her gaze occasionally filled with attachment.

Looking at the grown-up Zhou Ru, Wang Lin felt warmth in his heart, but also pangs of pain. He was pained because he remembered Li Muwan, and the scenes on Vermilion Bird Star.

He even felt that he had let Wan'er down. But his suffering was unknown to anyone, and his pain likewise went unnoticed. Two thousand years of time were heavy enough to conceal everything about him.

And Thirteen and Big Head, these two Cultivated with Wang Lin, gaining much enlightenment under Wang Lin's occasional guidance. Wang Lin had long given Big Head's Soul Blood to him and had also lifted the servant's Seal, granting Big Head freedom.

However, Big Head never chose to leave. He would sometimes look at the sky, his expression downcast, his eyes filled with reminiscence. Wang Lin knew that Big Head missed his home, but Big Head's home was no longer there.

His childhood years, those painful memories, had now become precious, making him reluctant to let go.

Thirteen was a simple person; he wouldn't overthink. His only thought was to Cultivate and become his Master's strongest Disciple. When his Master needed him, he could give up everything, including his life.

As for Situ Nan, he spent his days drinking with Wang Lin, sometimes laughing heartily, patting Wang Lin's body, his expression very joyful, as if in this reunion, he had forgotten all his troubles.

Occasionally, when drunk, he would look at Wang Lin vaguely, shaking his head and sighing, not about Wang Lin's growth, but about how long it had been since he was a prince.

Zhou Yi also came once. His melancholic expression grew even stronger while drinking with Wang Lin. He never spoke a word, simply brought wine, drank cup after cup with Wang Lin, then gave Wang Lin a deep look, a first smile appearing on his face, before nodding and leaving.

His figure was desolate. He was always trying to make Qing Shuang acknowledge his existence, or perhaps, remember him. Regardless of the outcome, he would choose to wait, wait for that day to come, even if it took a lifetime.

Soon, Wang Lin spent a month in this New Immortal Realm. During this month, he took out the Immortal Grade Pavilion he had obtained from the Thunder Immortal Realm years ago, extracted all the Immortal arts from it, and gave them to Qing Lin and others.

They would arrange to teach these Immortal arts, thereby improving the overall strength of the Immortal Realm.

At the same time, outside the Immortal Realm, a great chaos slowly began to emerge. The Four Great Generals of the Ancient Immortal Realm had a peculiar method for searching for the Third Soul. It seemed they, with the combined efforts of many Immortals, set up a strange Immortal Bloodline Formation, using this Formation to continuously search.

Of course, there were also some unknown special methods involved, which even Wang Lin could not ascertain.

Apart from the Ancient Immortals led by the Four Great Generals, Old Ghost Zhan seemed to make no moves, merely locking his Divine Sense onto the Four Great Generals from afar, watching them search.

His intentions were not hidden at all, and the Four Great Generals naturally understood, yet strangely, they did not give up their search, seemingly having something to rely on and not caring.

As for Daoist Seven-Colored, after he left the Cloud Sea, he summoned the Venerable Master and several Immortal Consorts from the Outer Realm, and they all entered the Inner Realm, heading straight for Kunxu, where they began a rigorous search.

Moreover, he seemed to have subtly used a certain Divine Ability, an ability that Daoist Seven-Colored gained an opportunity for after the war between the Inner Realm and Outer Realm, which resulted in countless Cultivators' deaths.

Wang Lin was also searching for the Third Soul. During this month, he spent most of his time researching how to utilize the Ghost Face Sail and Master the illusions within it.

This process was rather slow, and despite his urgency, there was no quick method. However, compared to searching for the Third Soul, Wang Lin had another thorn in his heart that needed to be removed beforehand!

Even if he couldn't remove it, he had to understand where this thorn was, and in what way, it was fatal!

This thorn was Heavenly Fate Child!

This was not the first time Wang Lin had countered Heavenly Fate Child, but it was his first time to resolve this thousand-year entanglement in one fell swoop!

"Heavenly Fate Child, where exactly are you hiding…" Wang Lin sat cross-legged outside his dwelling, his eyes flashing before closing. He immersed himself in his mind, into the Soul of Heavenly Fate Child that he had always preserved.

He wanted to use this Soul to find the true body of Heavenly Fate Child and kill heavenly fate!

If heavenly fate was not eliminated, Wang Lin would not be at ease. This person was the biggest variable apart from the Third Soul!