Chapter 1842: The tenth sun of Immortal Astral, that sentence!

The Heavenly Ox Soul Shadow, carrying a surge of madness, charged directly towards the scorching sun. Bian Yun's cultivation, after donning the Soul Armor, was extremely formidable, but at this moment, as he made that move, and as the Heavenly Ox phantom charged towards the scorching sun, the cultivation aura on Bian Yun's body drastically decreased, reverting from the Late Stage Empty Tribulation Realm to his original Middle Stage Empty Tribulation Realm.

This Divine Ability was, astonishingly, a temporary abandonment of the Soul Armor he wore, throwing it out to transform into a true Heavenly Ox Soul, using it to blast open this Fading Night of heaven and earth!

All of this happened in an instant. The Heavenly Ox Soul collided with the scorching sun at an extremely fast speed, emitting an earth-shattering roar. Amidst this roar, Wang Lin spat out fresh blood, and as the Fading Night Divine Ability collapsed, his body continuously retreated several hundred zhang.

As for Bian Yun, his body swayed, and he seemed to have aged a thousand years. A mouthful of fresh blood overflowed, and his body rapidly retreated. But how could Wang Lin let him leave? Ignoring his injuries, he charged out, heading straight for the retreating Bian Yun, intending to kill him while his Soul Armor was dispersed.

Tang Jia remained silent, no longer choosing to intervene. Her previous assistance was merely on behalf of her sister. At this moment, she cast a complex glance at Wang Lin's rapidly charging figure, then turned and left without hesitation, disappearing into the distance.

Wang Lin's face was filled with killing intent. He instantly approached Bian Yun, raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and unleashed a powerful punch towards Bian Yun. This punch contained the power of the dao ancient, and as it struck, heaven and earth changed, and amidst the reverberating roar, Bian Yun's body was sent flying backward, spitting out a large amount of fresh blood.

Wang Lin's body also trembled, but he gritted his teeth and charged out once more.

The two exchanged several consecutive roars, and fear appeared in Bian Yun's eyes. He had seen madmen before, but a lunatic like Wang Lin, who disregarded himself and only wanted to kill, was something he encountered for the first time.

Just as Wang Lin and Bian Yun were continuously clashing, suddenly, several thousand li away, within the Guiyi Sect, a large black hand suddenly materialized and grabbed towards this place.

Wang Lin's expression darkened. He abandoned the attack, retreated a few steps, and as ripples echoed beneath his feet, his body instantly vanished, merging with heaven and earth.

The large black hand arrived directly, grabbed Bian Yun, and pulled him back into the Guiyi Sect.

This battle, from the initial strike to Wang Lin's departure, was extremely brief. It wasn't until Wang Lin left that the four meteorites in the sky finally crashed down, heading straight for the earth. Amidst thunderous roars, an endless cloud of dust was stirred up within a thousand li radius. After a long while, the mist dissipated, and the ground was deeply indented, with only countless shattered black stones emitting billowing black smoke after being burned.

About two months' journey away by flight from this place, in the sky above a continuous mountain range, ripples echoed, and Wang Lin's figure stepped out. His face was pale. After appearing, he stood there, silent for a long time.

After a while, he raised his head and looked around, his expression quite desolate.

"Tianniu Continent, it's time to leave…" With a sigh, Wang Lin lowered his head and glanced at the earth beneath him, but then he froze.

He was familiar with this place; he had been here before. This was where the Seven Dao Sect was located back then, on the Tianniu Continent.

His unintentional teleportation had no fixed direction, but he hadn't expected to arrive here.

Looking at the black mist swirling within the mountains below, Wang Lin sighed softly and transformed into a long rainbow, rushing into it. He sped through the mist, heading towards the direction of the Seven Dao Sect, as he remembered from his previous visit.

Not long after, on a mountain peak submerged in mist, Wang Lin saw a cluster of palaces exuding an ancient and decaying aura. On the square outside the main hall in the center, Wang Lin landed. The bluestones on the ground were largely damaged and overgrown with weeds. He sat cross-legged there, gazing at the Seven Dao Sect, and the desolation in his heart was slowly replaced by a trace of warmth.

In a sense, this was his home.

Closing his eyes, Wang Lin sat there, adjusting his internal injuries. The Soul Armor had long been put away by him. In his weakened state, Wang Lin released Protector Yisi and slowly began to heal.

Three days passed in a flash. Three days later, Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked at the Seven Dao Sect. He stood up. The first time he came here, he merely swept through it. Now, returning for the second time, he walked through the Seven Dao Sect step by step, with complex emotions and a sense of parting before leaving the Tianniu Continent.

He walked through every building and grand hall, and every place where the Disciples of the Seven Dao Sect once resided.

Finally, he entered the Seven Dao Sect's mountain gate main hall. Inside the hall, there was a huge chair, clearly belonging to Immortal Venerable Qicai.

Looking at the silent main hall, the ground and tables and chairs were covered in dust, exuding an air of decline.

Standing there, he quietly watched for a long time. Wang Lin closed his eyes, seemingly sensing the existence of the Immortal Cave Realm. Suddenly, he felt a little homesick.

He missed the Immortal Cave Realm, and everyone there.

He vaguely seemed to see, in the Immortal Realm of that Immortal Cave, a stunningly beautiful woman with flowing long hair, standing on a mountain, raising her delicate head, gazing at the dark sky, as if searching for a pair of eyes within that sky.

After a long time, Wang Lin opened his eyes, walked out of the main hall, and stood alone in the Seven Dao Sect. Wang Lin's expression gradually turned grim.

The cruel reality still awaited him.

"These past few months, there must have been earth-shattering changes on the Tianniu Continent! These changes caused the Guiyi Sect to alter their reward to me… or rather, forced me to betray Tianniu… but they let me leave… As for the Great Soul Gate…" Wang Lin's eyes suddenly flashed. He vaguely felt as if he had grasped something, but it wasn't clear. He quickly raised his right hand, and as his palm opened, a three-inch tall figure immediately appeared in his palm.

After the small figure appeared, it immediately knelt in his palm and bowed three times to Wang Lin!

Wang Lin's mind trembled, and he closed his palm. His previous deductions and calculations seemed to be shrouded in mist, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but one sentence vaguely surfaced in his mind.

"Regarding the matter of the reward, since this is the reason, this Old Ancestor will not change it. If Wang Lin does not comply, this can be used as proof!"

This sentence was left by a strand of Old Ancestor Qing Niu's Divine Sense, condensed from his hair, for Wang Lin within the Guiyi Sect, and conveyed through the Guiyi Sect Master.

Carefully replaying this sentence, the Soul Derivation Dao technique, after the three bows, only this one sentence emerged from the blur. There must be a meaning within it!

After muttering it a few times, Wang Lin suddenly trembled violently, abruptly looked up, and his eyes burst forth with monstrous brilliance.

"Regarding the matter of the reward, since this is the reason, this Old Ancestor will not change it. If Wang Lin does not comply, this can be used as proof!"

"The last character of each sentence: 事 (matter), 由 (reason), 变 (change), 速 (speed), 判 (judge)!"

"事有变，速叛! (There's a change, quickly betray!)"

"There's a change in the situation, betray!" Wang Lin took a deep breath. Analyzing this sentence by its sound, no matter how it was interpreted, it had only one meaning: Old Ancestor Qing Niu was using this method to remind Wang Lin to quickly betray!

"Even with Old Ancestor Qing Niu's cultivation, he needs to use this method to hint at me, and even worried that I wouldn't understand, conspired with the Guiyi Sect Master to use unfair rewards to force me out of Tianniu Continent…"

"Betraying the Tianniu Continent means I cannot stay here and must leave as soon as possible… Is Old Ancestor Qing Niu asking me to leave the Tianniu Continent at the fastest possible speed?" Wang Lin fell silent. He felt that there was a huge mystery within the Tianniu Continent, and this mystery was the important reason for the change in attitude of the Great Soul Gate and Guiyi Sect.

Similarly, this mystery, in Wang Lin's conjecture, was very likely to have a great connection with the Green Devil Continent. He had suspected for a long time what this war between the two continents was truly for… Wang Lin thought a lot, but all of this was his analysis, and he didn't know the true secrets within. After a while, Wang Lin looked into the distance, his eyes revealing a decisive look.

"Forget it, this place is already a muddy mess. Since this has already happened, overthinking is useless. It's time to leave the Tianniu Continent…"

"However, my departure this time might not be so simple. There might be obstacles along the way… If one of my conjectures is true, then most of those who obstruct me will be from the Green Devil Continent!" Wang Lin mumbled, just about to leave, when suddenly his expression changed. He abruptly looked up at the black mist covering the mountain, and with a flash, his figure vanished without a trace.

After Wang Lin disappeared, the mist churned, and a figure vaguely flew in from outside. This figure was very cautious. After carefully observing the surroundings within the mist, he looked behind him again, confirmed that no one was following, and then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, slowly descending and stepping onto the square of the Seven Dao Sect's mountain gate.

"Damn it, I encountered some setbacks along the way and arrived a few days late. I hope I haven't delayed Old Ancestor's arrangements…" The figure's face showed nervousness. After landing, he looked around again, then found a corner and was about to sit down cross-legged.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly echoed in the square.

"Du Qing!"

This figure was none other than Du Qing. Upon hearing someone call his name, he immediately flew up, his expression showing panic, but soon that panic turned into pleasant surprise!

"Fellow Daoist Wang Lin!" He recognized Wang Lin's voice.

Wang Lin frowned, his figure materializing. He looked at Du Qing, whom he hadn't seen in a while, and suddenly spoke.

"Who sent you?"

"Elder Wang, Old Ancestor Qing Niu of the Great Soul Gate found me and asked me to set off a few months early, to arrive here three days ago to deliver something to you." Du Qing quickly landed and stood before Wang Lin. He raised his right hand and grabbed, and immediately a black stone appeared in his hand.

The stone looked very ordinary. Du Qing had tried every possible way to examine it during his journey, but found nothing. However, recalling Old Ancestor Qing Niu's very serious expression, he vaguely felt that this item was a treasure.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He took the black stone, held it in his hand, and glanced at it. His pupils contracted. He detected the aura of Soul Derivation Dao on it.