Chapter 1988: Flickering Lights, Raging Fury! (Ten)

"Master… if everything could start over, this Disciple would still unhesitatingly follow Master to this Immortal Astral Continent…" Wang Lin said softly.

Xuan Luo's sorrow deepened; he understood Wang Lin.

"A Master's grace is as heavy as a mountain; this Disciple will never forget it…" Wang Lin sighed softly, stood up, patted his clothes, sweeping away the dust, and seemingly sweeping away the emotional ties in his heart, sweeping away his previous repeated forbearance.

To prevent his Master's death, he could kneel, he could offer supreme treasures, he could suppress his killing intent and not kill the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate; he could do anything. He just wanted to find a balance between taking away Wan-er's remnant soul and his Master's sorrow. He only had this one thought: he didn't want to cause pain to those who were good to him, he didn't want to hurt his Master.

However, this idea, as it now seemed, was merely a luxury, an unrealistic dream.

He endured again and again, and now, he could endure no more. Since that was the case, there was no need to endure any longer!!!

Under the gazes of those present, Wang Lin laughed uproariously towards the sky. As he laughed, tears streamed from his eyes; those tears were bitter, carrying his thousands of years of hardship and indomitable spirit, carrying Wang Lin's persistence and desolation regarding gratitude.

His laughter grew louder and louder, almost frantic.

This laughter, falling into Xuan Luo's ears, made Xuan Luo's heart feel as if it was tightly gripped by a pair of large hands, forcibly pulled from his chest, making him feel as if, in an instant, something was missing from his body, causing his face to turn pale. Looking at Wang Lin, he appeared even older, and the vicissitudes in his eyes deepened.

"I, Wang Lin, have cultivated the Dao since childhood, living a life of slaughter, experiencing the coldness of human nature and the fickleness of the world. Most of the people I've met have been cunning and insidious… Could it be that I am a Lone Star of Evil Omen? My wife's Soul scattered, my son trapped in Reincarnation, Situ's whereabouts unknown, Qing Shui's whereabouts unknown. All those who have shown me kindness have ended up separated… I value kindness because it is rare and precious to me… I value affection because that affection allows me to be persistent…" Wang Lin said to himself, looking up at the sky, tears streaming down his face amidst his laughter.

"Kill him!!" Wang Lin's laughter also reached the ears of the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate. While this laughter sounded extremely harsh to him, it also made his mind tremble. Without hesitation, he immediately pointed at Wang Lin with his right hand and roared.

In this Ancient Clan, which was above imperial power, in this imperial palace occupied by the dao ancient clansmen, when the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate's words were uttered, all clansmen should have immediately obeyed. However, now, except for the nearly one thousand people in front of the main hall who showed killing intent and rushed towards Wang Lin, the tens of thousands of clansmen around, including those who had been revived, remained silent.

They had witnessed the entire process, seen the Karma of this event, seen Xuan Luo's sorrow, and seen Wang Lin's persistence and plea. These scenes made them unable to move their feet, unable to take that step… It was a choice between imperial power and conscience. In this choice, the vast majority of clansmen hesitated, but there were still several thousand people whose minds were muddled by the imperial power instilled in them since childhood. They roared and emerged from the crowd as a long rainbow, heading straight for Wang Lin.

"Master!!" Wang Lin suddenly turned around, ignoring the approaching people around him. He looked at Xuan Luo, his eyes filled with determination.

"Please allow this Disciple to call you 'Master' one last time… Master! You have shown me kindness, and this Disciple has nothing to repay it with, save for dying once myself, to repay Master's grace. From this moment on, I, Wang Lin, and the Dao Ancient Lineage, shall have no further connection whatsoever!!

From this moment on, whatever I, Wang Lin, do, will have no connection with Master… whatsoever!! All matters will be borne by me, Wang Lin, alone!!" Wang Lin suddenly raised his right hand. At the instant the several thousand dao ancient clansmen approached from all directions, and at the moment Xuan Luo flicked his sleeve, about to step forward—

Wang Lin looked at Xuan Luo, and his right hand struck down fiercely on his own crown. This strike carried his Master-Disciple affection for Xuan Luo; this strike carried Wang Lin's unbearable, resolute outburst!

Time seemed to slow down at this instant. As Wang Lin's right hand landed on his own crown, his skull shattered. The self-destructive force surged into his body, destroying his entire head, and simultaneously, frantically destroying his body, his everything.

In this destruction, Wang Lin seemed to see the Immortal Cave Realm, the first time Xuan Luo appeared. He seemed to return to his hometown, to those past events, scene by scene.

All the scenes instantly froze at the moment Wang Lin had previously roared and rushed out of the dao ancient Palace mountain range… and then stopped.

Amidst the disbelief of everyone present, Wang Lin's body exploded with a bang, flesh and blood scattering. He completely self-destructed in front of this imperial palace, at the very moment Xuan Luo was about to arrive.

Xuan Luo stared blankly at the empty space where only flesh and blood remained. Blood tears streamed from his eyes.

"Dead??" The Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate was startled, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. The surrounding clansmen who were about to charge also paused, looking on with uncertainty.

At this very instant, a strange scene suddenly occurred. The blood mist from Wang Lin's body and Primordial Spirit, which had exploded, strangely and suddenly condensed in an instant. The speed of this condensation was so rapid that in the blink of an eye, it completely gathered together, forming a human figure, and transforming back into Wang Lin!

Spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, Wang Lin's face was extremely pale. The Three Lives Art, which was extremely precious to him, had been used once today!!

He had already died once!!

Revived, he would no longer be Xuan Luo's Disciple, and would have no connection with the Dao Ancient Lineage. He would no longer consider anyone's feelings, no longer endure repeatedly. He would be himself, and take away his Wan-er!

"Ye Dao!!" Wang Lin let out a heaven-shaking roar towards the sky. That roar was filled with anger, a complete eruption after his repeated forbearance. It was, at this moment, a heaven-defying sound from his Soul!!

At this moment, an overwhelming killing intent erupted from Wang Lin's body without the slightest suppression. Under this killing intent, the winds and clouds changed color, and the heavens and earth seemed to grow dim. Wang Lin, like a fierce demon from Yellow Springs, filled with madness and slaughter, took a step forward amidst his roar.

"Kill him!!" The Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate's expression changed, and he retreated a few steps, immediately shouting loudly. He saw the nearly one thousand people in front of the hall, and the several thousand clansmen rushing out from all around, now all charging towards Wang Lin. Even if it meant using their flesh and blood to stop him, they would defend imperial power. This was either their glory or their sorrow.

"Those who block me again will face complete death this time!!" Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot. As he stepped forward, his right hand suddenly rose. With a punch, the heavens and earth shook. Dozens of clansmen in front of him suddenly exploded one after another, turning into screams of agony. But the dao ancient clansmen behind them, with bloodshot eyes, charged again.

Wang Lin stepped on the blood beneath his feet, walking forward step by step. His pace was not fast, but each step covered dozens of zhang. With each stride, rivers of blood flowed in his wake, and the slaughter was endless.

Sharp screeches suddenly emanated as the Thirty-Six Evils transformed into thirty-six long rainbows, rising rapidly from all directions, rushing towards Wang Lin like thirty-six long Dragons in an instant. But at the moment those thirty-six long Dragons arrived, Wang Lin didn't even glance at them. He raised his right hand, green smoke threads swirling around his fingertips, forming smoke rings that suddenly spread out.

It was precisely the Extreme Fire Dao!

Those smoke rings instantly collided with the thirty-six approaching long Dragons. With an earth-shattering roar and echoing screams, the thirty-six long Dragons astonishingly transformed into fireballs, actually being incinerated alive.

Wang Lin took a step and grabbed to his left. Immediately, a ripple flashed beside his left hand, and one of the Eighteen Kings emerged, seemingly intending to sneak attack. But the first thing he saw in his eyes was Wang Lin's grabbing hand. His expression changed drastically, and he was about to retreat, but the hand came rapidly, grabbing his face and squeezing fiercely. The man's vision went black, and amidst the intense pain, his head directly exploded.

Xuan Luo stood there, watching Wang Lin kill his way into the crowd, approaching the main hall step by step. He did not stop him. He was now disappointed with this dao ancient imperial power… He looked at that frantic figure, and the scene of his Disciple's self-destruction earlier appeared before his eyes. As he watched, tears flowed from Xuan Luo's eyes.

He knew that the reason Wang Lin chose to self-destruct once was because he was ready to unleash slaughter without reservation. To avoid implicating himself, he had to sever his Master-Disciple relationship with Xuan Luo, and the best way to sever it was… to repay with death!

By this method, this Disciple wanted to tell the entire Dao Ancient Lineage, tell the entire Ancient Clan, and even tell the Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate, that everything in the imperial palace today would be borne by Wang Lin alone!

He didn't want himself to become a sinner of the Dao Ancient Lineage, to become the first Great Heavenly Venerate to kill an Imperial Venerate… Even at this point, this Disciple was still considering him. Such a Disciple filled Xuan Luo's heart with deep guilt.

"My kindness to him… was actually not much…" Xuan Luo looked at the slaughtering figure, at the dying dao ancient clansmen. For the first time, he felt no sadness for his clansmen.

Wang Lin let out a low roar, and the Evil Qi from his entire body suddenly diffused outwards, transforming into a towering red light that blasted a bloody path forward, while his right hand pointed to the sky.

The entire imperial palace instantly seemed to become a pitch-black sea. At the end of that sea, an early sun suddenly rose. The spell 'Lingering Night' was unleashed by Wang Lin without hesitation in this imperial palace.

That early sun rose, its light shining brightly. Mumbling whispers echoed through the heavens and earth, and screams of agony resounded. Clusters of blood mist exploded, an unknown number dying.

Until this illusory dark sea dissipated, and the heavens and earth became bright, in front of the imperial palace, more than half of the several thousand Cultivators had died. The remaining people were swept away and scattered. Wang Lin's figure stood in front of the main hall, and he walked inside. The frantic Evil Qi around him, as he entered, covered the sky behind him.