Chapter 1752: The Tenth Sun of Immortal Astral; The Emperor Venerate’s Single Thought Reveals the Root of Disaster (Third Update)

Excitement surged in Wang Lin's heart. He looked at the Mosquito Beasts, of which only ten remained, and looked at his Mosquito King. With a flash of his body, enveloped by the Blood Dragon circling outside him, he stepped onto the Mosquito King's head.

"Master, we shall meet in Immortal Astral!" Wang Lin turned, cupped his fist toward Xuan Luo, and the Mosquito King beneath him let out a heaven-shaking roar of vicious Qi, carrying Wang Lin straight toward the depths of the Void.

Behind it, the nine thousand-zhang Mosquito Beasts flew alongside it like guards.

Xuan Luo watched Wang Lin gradually disappear outside the gap in the ice layer. After a long time, he closed his eyes. He waved his right hand forward, and the ice layer immediately contracted, sealing the gap.

"Is that Mosquito Beast truly one of the Nine Beasts rumored to have been born from the Laws alongside the Ancient Race and Immortal Race? If so, Wang Lin's future fortune is something even I dare not predict… He… is very likely to become the tenth sun of the Immortal Astral Continent, relying solely on himself!

If he truly becomes the tenth Great Celestial Venerate, my Dao Ancient Lineage shall endure for ten thousand generations!!" Xuan Luo's face was slightly flushed. He was shaken by the scene of the Mosquito Beast achieving Fusion with the Immortal Astral Laws, and countless thoughts surfaced in his mind.

After a long time, Xuan Luo walked away along the Dragon Body Path beneath his feet. Outside his body, a faint, bloody sun materialized. This sun shone with immense brilliance, enveloping the surroundings and resisting the Immortal Astral Laws!

Faintly, outside the ice layer of the Dragon Body Path, the bloody sun's light erupted, spreading throughout the pitch-black Void. While illuminating the area, he used his solitary power in this manner to fight against the Immortal Astral Rules!

Between the Immortal Cave Realm and the Immortal Astral Continent, this boundless Void contained the Immortal Astral Laws. This Void was limitless; it didn't just exist here, but was connected to the outside of all Immortal Cave Realms on the Immortal Astral Continent.

Since ancient times, countless Prodigies within various Immortal Cave Realms, unwilling to accept their fate, learned the truth in different ways, or perhaps stepped out of the great doors of their respective Immortal Caves and entered this Void.

However, not a single one succeeded in entering the Immortal Astral Continent; they all perished within this Void. It has been this way eternally.

Similarly, many powerhouses on the Immortal Astral Continent also attempted to step into this Void containing the Immortal Astral Laws, hoping to comprehend the Laws here, or even pass through it to enter the Immortal Cave Realms of other Sects.

But in the end, while successful people might exist, they were extremely few, and because it was easy to get lost here, few people entered anymore.

Thus, within this boundless Void, Wang Lin occasionally saw unrotted remains. They often floated past Wang Lin, eternally drifting here.

"The Void is like an ocean… Perhaps this place can be viewed as an ocean containing the Immortal Astral Rules…" Wang Lin sat cross-legged on the Mosquito King's back, looking at the boundless expanse ahead. The surroundings were silent. There were no superfluous sounds, no light, no Spiritual Qi, and no trace of life here.

This place was utterly dead!

Anyone here would go mad in this extreme silence. The longer the duration, the less one could control the restlessness of their mind! Even those with firm wills would find it difficult to remain calm if the time dragged on.

More importantly, it was easy to lose direction here. Once lost, you would never find the way out. Even if you saw portals, they were merely the doors of other Sects, and as a Cultivator of the Immortal Cave Realm, you still couldn't leave.

Especially since Wang Lin's goal was to bring Li Muwan's soul along, he absolutely could not afford to get lost.

If that were all, it would be fine, but the further one proceeded inward, the stronger the Immortal Astral Laws became. They manifested as a pressure, an omnipresent crushing force that made forward movement impossible.

Some people tried to discern direction here based on the strength of the pressure, but the Immortal Astral Laws were everywhere. This type of Law, besides growing stronger the deeper one went, had a unique characteristic: time.

The longer one stayed here, the greater the pressure became.

Wang Lin was already accustomed to solitude and being alone, especially since he now had the Mosquito Beasts accompanying him. He told himself he wasn't lonely. The Blood Dragon coiled outside his body. Besides reducing the pressure from the Laws during the journey, this Blood Dragon also served to guide his direction.

Time flowed slowly like this. For the first month, Wang Lin was very calm, traveling through the Void and looking at the remains that occasionally appeared around him. He could feel the unwillingness contained within those remains.

These people, perhaps like him, were the favored Prodigies of a certain Immortal Cave Realm, but now they had been dead for an unknown number of years.

After a year, even Wang Lin gradually grew unaccustomed to this tranquility. For a year, he had not spoken a single word. His eyes seemed to have merged with the darkness; whether closed or open, all was endless black.

Throughout the year, there was not a sound around him. In this strange Void, even the whistling sound caused by speed did not exist.

He didn't know how far he had traveled, he only knew that his direction should not be wrong. The Blood Dragon outside his body had dimmed, but it still existed, pointing the way.

Wang Lin didn't know where Xuan Luo was, but he could sense from the Blood Dragon outside his body that Xuan Luo was on a certain path within this Void, escorting his friend into Reincarnation, and resisting the Immortal Astral Laws, which was why Wang Lin did not feel the Laws strongly at this moment.

This feeling brought warmth to Wang Lin's heart. He occasionally raised his head to look at the pitch-black Void he had traversed behind him. Faintly, he seemed to see the great door of his homeland watching him, bidding him farewell as he departed into the distance.

Vaguely, he also seemed to see Mu Bingmei's delicate figure holding an umbrella in the rain, the expression beneath the umbrella revealing an unspeakable complexity.

Wang Lin no longer held hatred toward Mu Bingmei.

One month, two months, three months… another half year passed. Wang Lin had been in this Void for a year and a half. He should have forgotten the passage of time, but he couldn't allow himself to forget. Once he forgot the flow of time, it would be equivalent to losing a piece of persistence.

"Eight and a half years left…" Wang Lin murmured on this day, a year and a half later.

His voice was hoarse, like that of an ancient old man. The Blood Dragon outside his body dimmed even further. Although he didn't feel the Immortal Astral Laws deeply, the nine Mosquito Beasts behind him were all slowing down.

On a certain day in the second year, the Blood Dragon on Wang Lin's body was almost invisible. Only the guidance from the ethereal realm still existed, but it no longer had any effect on offsetting the Immortal Astral Laws.

At this point, Wang Lin felt the pressure from the Immortal Astral Laws clearly for the first time. This pressure crashed onto his body, making him tremble as if a great mountain had struck him.

The power of Origin, under the Immortal Astral Laws in this Void, also withered and could not be recovered. Whatever was used disappeared entirely.

This was one of the terrifying reasons for this Void.

Even the most formidable power would eventually dissipate if one became lost or lingered here.

The second year, the third year, the fourth year… Four years passed silently in this tranquil Void, both quickly and slowly.

The years were fast, but the heart was slow. To Wang Lin, four years felt like four hundred years. Under the increasingly intense pressure, Wang Lin wanted to meditate, but he could not.

Within this Void, there seemed to be a strange force preventing all living beings from immersing themselves in breathing and circulation. They could only count the passage of time bit by bit, which seemed to be the only enjoyment available here.

In four years, Wang Lin had not encountered a single living being. Everything he saw was wreckage—some from Cultivators, some from Vicious Beasts.

Although the nine Mosquito Beasts behind him could achieve Fusion with the Immortal Astral Laws, they were also starting to buckle under the strain. The constantly emerging pressure felt like the collapse of the entire starry sky, all condensed onto their bodies. Even Wang Lin's face was pale, and his body was nearing its limit.

Wang Lin placed the nine Mosquito Beasts into his Storage Space, sparing them the agony of following. However, the Mosquito King beneath Wang Lin showed no discomfort, maintaining its extremely fast speed as it carried Wang Lin onward.

When the fifth year arrived, the crushing force made Wang Lin's body feel as if submerged in sludge. Even lifting a hand caused intense pain throughout his body, as though he were entangled by countless fine threads. But he persisted. He had taken the Heaven-Avoiding Coffin out of his Storage Space and placed it on his back.

It was no longer safe inside the Storage Space. Only by placing it behind him, protecting it with his own body, could Wang Lin feel secure.

He understood that as long as he didn't die, this power would not harm Li Muwan behind him, because all of Wang Lin's power was wrapped around his body, specifically protecting Li Muwan behind him.

Fortunately, the Mosquito Beast beneath him maintained an extremely fast speed forward. Without it, relying on Wang Lin's own strength to both resist the crushing force and proceed would certainly be much harder.

While Wang Lin was struggling through this Void toward the Immortal Astral Continent, at this very moment, on the Immortal Astral Continent, in the center of the vast territory belonging to the Dao Ancient Lineage, within the massive city floating between heaven and earth, inside the Dao Ancient Imperial Palace, the Emperor Venerate of the Dao Ancient Lineage—the middle-aged man wearing imperial robes—was standing on the highest pavilion, gazing at the gloomy, rain-threatening sky.

In his hand was a faintly glowing light bead. Inside, everything was blurred, but the shadow of a woman's soul could be seen sleeping within.

"The Great Celestial Venerate has been gone for a long time… Hmph, to exert such effort for a mere ant-Cultivator from an Immortal Cave, he truly is senile!

The guardian of the Dao Ancient Lineage, besides Xuan Luo, is now this Emperor, and will be this Emperor in the future! I want to see what this person, brought back by that old fool, looks like… No matter his status, upon seeing Me, the Emperor Venerate, he must immediately kneel and pay respects to Me!"

The Dao Ancient Emperor Venerate tightly clenched his hand, squeezing the bead in his palm. Because he used too much force, although the bead was sturdy, the soul inside immediately trembled, appearing extremely frightened.

"A tiny ghost soul, why did the Imperial Advisor say she would become an important object for me to dominate the Immortal Astral Continent…" The man in imperial robes raised his hand, gazing at the trembling soul inside the bead in his palm, and muttered to himself.

"Fine, since you are so important, then I shall truly establish you as Empress! Ye Dao, take all the women who have been found and try to see which one can [contain] her soul!"

"Your Majesty's order shall be obeyed!" Behind the man in imperial robes, a man shrouded in black mist appeared amidst a distortion. He knelt there, quietly accepting the command.

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