Chapter 1702: Ancient Mystery: The Origin of the Seven Corporeal Spirits!

Similar to when he entered the Illusion within an Illusion created by Daoist Seven-Colors back then, this time, the illusion was initiated by Qing Shui and executed by Wang Lin using the Ghost Face Banner. He integrated himself into it to pursue the truth hidden within the ancient years.

In this illusion, the sky was blood red, and the earth was a patch of brown, seemingly soaked in fresh blood, emitting waves of pungent, bloody odors. Perhaps the bloodiness was too intense, as the moment he appeared here, Wang Lin immediately felt a suffocating sensation lingering in his chest, as if his entire body was being crushed by a large stone, making it hard to breathe.

Looking out, Wang Lin saw a scattering of fragmented corpses. The ground was covered entirely in skeletons and remains, piece by piece, rarely intact, mostly severed limbs.

Faintly, there were still complete skulls whose eyes contained the terror of their final moments, and within those pupils, a blurry figure was reflected, frozen by death.

It should be said that this was a mortal imperial palace, which ought to have been magnificent, but at this moment, it was stained with blood, becoming a palace of death.

A deafening roar came from afar. As large amounts of dust and mist swirled and scattered, Wang Lin saw a distant palace collapsing. Amidst the collapse, a man dressed in blood-red robes was gripping an elder wearing imperial robes with his right hand, his expression cold and revealing a murderous frenzy.

"The disaster your clan brought upon my entire family back then, today, Qing Shui returns it in full!" The man squeezed his right hand. With a bang, the imperial-robed elder's body instantly exploded, blood splattering onto the man's body and face.

At the same time, hundreds of streaks of long rainbow sword light suddenly appeared at the edge of the sky. These were hundreds of ancient Cultivators riding swords, their whistling sounds shaking the heavens and earth, instantly approaching the space above the imperial palace.

But the moment they arrived, the man abruptly looked up, and an eerie red light burst forth from his eyes. The red light flashed, flying directly out of his eyes, turning into a red lightning bolt that roared across the sky, piercing straight through the bodies of the Cultivators one by one.

In just an instant, the red lightning bolts boomed, and the bodies of those hundreds of Cultivators suddenly trembled and instantly collapsed.

"extreme realm…" Wang Lin muttered. He looked around, observing the blood-robed man, and realization dawned in his eyes.

"This is only the first layer of the illusion, taking place in the former Qing Shui Kingdom…" Wang Lin lifted his foot, stepping on the already viscous blood on the ground, and walked toward the man.

Step by step, the fresh blood stained the earth. The bloody smell that emanated carried Qing Shui's hatred, so intense that not a bit could be dispersed.

"If Heaven blocks me, I will destroy Heaven. If Immortals block me, I will slay Immortals!!" Qing Shui's face was filled with murderous intent. He looked up at the hundreds of collapsing Cultivators in the sky, and monstrous slaughter erupted from his body.

"I want this world to run red with blood, and I want all beings who have wronged me to suffer the Killing Tribulation of Reincarnation!!" Qing Shui's voice echoed throughout the world, revealing the madness in his heart.

As Wang Lin approached, he looked at Qing Shui's blood-robed back, as if seeing his former self back in the Teng Family. That figure was extremely desolate and lonely; despite having avenged his great grudge, there was no joy, only sorrow and melancholy, along with a weariness and hatred towards Heaven, Earth, and all living beings!

"Senior Brother…" Wang Lin spoke softly.

The moment his words came out, Qing Shui suddenly turned around, his bloodshot eyes filled with savagery, staring intently at Wang Lin. Being stared at by that gaze, coupled with the surrounding bloody odor and the pervasive slaughter, anyone other than Wang Lin would likely have trembled and retreated immediately.

But Wang Lin did not. Qing Shui’s slaughter was monstrous, and Wang Lin’s slaughter was equally astonishing. Ultimately, they were the same kind of person!

The reason they could possess such deep friendship and the resolve to die for the other was precisely because of this point!

Qing Shui's eyes, filled with slaughter, could not intimidate Wang Lin. What Wang Lin saw in Qing Shui's eyes was not just slaughter; in those eyes, Wang Lin saw pain, sorrow, and longing.

Just like his own self after avenging his great grudge back then.

"This place is an illusion—it is real, and it is also fake. But this is not our end, Senior Brother. Sit down, let's enter the second layer of the illusion…" Wang Lin spoke softly, slowly walking toward Qing Shui.

Qing Shui remained silent until Wang Lin reached his side. He slowly closed his eyes, yet two lines of tears streamed down. The tears washed away the bloodstains on his face, leaving two clear streaks, turning from crystal clear to murky as they flowed down his cheeks and dropped onto the ground, merging with the blood.

"Sit down, okay?" Wang Lin stood before Qing Shui, placed his hands on Qing Shui's shoulders, and spoke softly.

After a long time, Qing Shui nodded, bitterness in his expression, and slowly sat down cross-legged. He let out a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"Wang Lin, is this only the first layer of the illusion…?"

"Yes, just the first layer." Wang Lin also sat down cross-legged, meeting Qing Shui's gaze.

"A very realistic illusion…" Qing Shui muttered. He looked around, and finally, his gaze fell upon an undisturbed locust tree within the distant imperial palace. That locust tree had existed for countless years, struggling to survive amidst its withered state.

Looking at that tree, the murderous intent in Qing Shui's eyes slowly dissipated, and he finally let out a soft sigh.

"Let's enter the second layer of the illusion."

Wang Lin performed Hand Seals with both hands, suddenly spreading them out to the sides. With a flick of his large sleeve, the world within this first layer of the illusion immediately twisted. A dull roar echoed, and threads of black Qi could be seen floating up from the blood on the ground, swirling up from the countless severed limbs.

Finally, everything existing within this first layer of the illusion emitted black Qi. This black Qi quickly gathered, condensing above Wang Lin and Qing Shui into a gigantic Ghost Face.

The Ghost Face let out a silent roar, rushing to devour the two of them.

The moment they were devoured, Wang Lin and Qing Shui's minds roared once more. A gigantic Vortex seemed to appear, completely drawing out their Divine Sense and Soul, sucking them into the Vortex, and sending them back to the time before the ages!

When Heaven and Earth first opened, amidst the Chaos, this was the core land of the Immortal Cave Realm, the central hub of the entire Immortal Cave Realm, where the Immortal Cave Gate leading to Immortal Astral resided!

At this moment, in this core land, within the true mansion of the Immortal Cave, the Heavenly Dao opened its massive mouth, devouring Lian Daofei. A deafening roar spread throughout the entire Immortal Cave Realm, and it was precisely at this moment that Wang Lin materialized.

This scene was exactly the same as what he had seen in the illusion of Daoist Seven-Colors within the Cloud Sea Rift!

Amidst Lian Daofei's roars and howls, the Heavenly Dao was severely injured, collapsing, separating, and dissipating. At the same time, the Immortal Venerable Seven-Colors, clad in Seven-colored Daoist Robes, showed sorrow in his expression, and his body instantly disintegrated and collapsed!

His Physical Body was completely torn apart. All the Primordial Spirit and Soul within him interwove, transforming into the Three Ethereal Souls and Seven Corporeal Spirits, which instantly scattered in all directions the moment his body collapsed!

This time was different from entering the illusion of Daoist Seven-Colors. This time, Wang Lin actively executed the technique; he was the source of this Illusion Technique. Therefore, everything he saw was much clearer than the last time!

The first thing he saw was the Seven Corporeal Spirits!

The colors of the Seven Corporeal Spirits were the seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. The Seven-Colored Spirits of these seven hues rapidly scattered, heading toward Reincarnation!

One of these spirits was scarlet red. This spirit governed killing, containing the shocking slaughter of Immortal Venerable Seven-Colors' entire life. Outside this Scarlet Spirit, countless vengeful spirits swirled. These vengeful spirits were all killed by Seven-Colors. Now, as his Physical Body collapsed and his Soul split, all these vengeful spirits created by his killings were devoured and absorbed by the Scarlet Spirit, transforming into dazzling red light, heading straight for the distant Starry Sky.

In this spirit, Wang Lin sensed Qing Shui's aura. The moment the Scarlet Spirit dissipated into the Starry Sky and entered Reincarnation, Wang Lin saw a blurry figure condense within that spirit. That figure was none other than… Qing Shui!!

There was another spirit, which was cyan. As the cyan light flickered, it contained the Immortal Venerable Seven-Colors' Aptitude for cultivation. For Seven-Colors to cultivate to the level of Immortal Venerable and possess Empty Tribulation Realm cultivation, his Aptitude must have been astonishing, enough to be called a Prodigy!

At this moment, this cyan spirit rapidly flew away, but upon it, Wang Lin once again sensed an aura that was incredibly familiar to him! This aura made Wang Lin's mind roar, causing him to almost gasp.

The moment the cyan spirit dissipated, faintly about to enter Reincarnation, Wang Lin saw the blurry figure that appeared within the cyan light. That figure was astonishingly… Situ Nan!!

"No wonder Situ Nan's talent is so astonishing, and his cultivation constantly changes. So, he is the manifestation of Immortal Venerable Seven-Colors' Aptitude spirit!!" Wang Lin muttered as he saw the third spirit!!

This third spirit was orange. The orange light was gentle, but it contained an upright Qi within it. As it flickered, it was enough to make anyone with an impure heart tremble. That upright Qi was the conscience that Immortal Venerable Seven-Colors possessed, to a greater or lesser extent, throughout his life!

This third spirit, formed from conscience, is destined to possess overwhelming integrity throughout its life. To protect someone or something it cares about, or even a single belief, it will stop at nothing, and no temptation can sway it in the slightest!

The moment this spirit dissipated into Reincarnation, Wang Lin was shocked to see that the blurry figure within it was vaguely Qing Lin!!

Qing Lin is the Immortal Emperor of the Rain Realm. For the Rain Realm, he endured repeated temptations from the Venerable Master, and even when severely injured and near death, he insisted on protecting the Rain Realm. This was the manifestation of the upright Qi in his heart! All this was because he was the third spirit!!

There was also the fourth spirit!

This fourth spirit was yellow. Its light shone brightly, illuminating the Starry Sky within, almost rivaling the Three Ethereal Souls outside the Seven Corporeal Spirits. This yellow color represented Immortal Venerable Seven-Colors' Opportunities and Luck throughout his life. The person who inherits this spirit through Reincarnation is destined to possess Luck that is envied by Heaven, a person beyond description!

Such a person is almost like a creation of Heaven and Earth. Wherever he goes, Magic Treasures will automatically appear, and his enemies will often spontaneously drop dead.

This fourth spirit, formed by gathering the Luck of Seven-Colors, dissipated into Reincarnation. At that instant, Wang Lin saw the blurry figure of Tan Lang within it…