Chapter 1992: Dim Lights, Future Imperial Venerate

Wang Lin's figure halting in the sky drew the attention of the local dao ancient tribesmen, and even caused the Saint Ancestor Ye Wei to focus her gaze.

That was a very ordinary burly man. Standing in the crowd, he seemed unremarkable, and his cultivation had only reached the level of an Eight-star Ancient God; he had yet to be proclaimed a Saint.

Such dao ancient tribesmen are numerous within the Dao Ancient Lineage. Normally, no one would pay them any mind. If not for the Teleportation Formations throughout the Imperial Palace here, which had transported a large number of dao ancient tribesmen, this person would not have appeared here.

Being watched by so many people, the burly man looked very calm. He paid no attention to anything, continuing to gaze at Wang Lin with an expression full of emotion.

Inside his body, there was a small trace of the dao ancient Imperial Family Bloodline. This Bloodline originated from Ye Mo. Ye Mo was a member of the Imperial Family, and the descendants of the Immortal Cave Realm, which was formed from his blood, all possessed the Imperial Family Bloodline to varying degrees.

“Luo Chen…” Wang Lin looked at the burly man, silent in mid-air, his eyes also filled with emotion.

This burly man was Luo Chen, an old acquaintance who had merged with the Moon Gazer, bestowed upon it the Ancient God Star, and witnessed Wang Lin's Ancient Tribe Coming-of-Age Ceremony. Looking at Luo Chen, scenes from the Immortal Cave Realm couldn't help but surface in Wang Lin's mind.

Wang Lin sighed softly, embracing Song Zhi, who contained Li Muwan's remnant soul, and descended from the sky, walking toward Luo Chen. The dao ancient tribesmen below subconsciously retreated, creating an empty space.

Wang Lin stood before Luo Chen, looking at the familiar face before him.

“Luo Chen respectfully greets Milord…” The burly man sighed softly, clasped his fists, and bowed to Wang Lin.

“When… when did you separate from the Moon Gazer?” Wang Lin looked at him.

“When I returned here following the Venerate Xuan, the Venerate Xuan helped me separate from the Moon Gazer.” The burly man spoke calmly, looking into Wang Lin’s eyes. He had seen this young man back then, when the other party was still very weak. But seeing him again now, he had become a Great Heavenly Venerate, had even killed the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate, and the entire dao ancient Imperial Palace, including the Saint Ancestor, couldn't stop him, only able to activate the Great Formation to let him leave.

'Vast seas turning into mulberry fields' is typically used to describe scenery, but perhaps this was the source of Luo Chen's emotion.

“Why didn't you come find me?” Wang Lin asked softly.

The burly man gave a wry smile and shook his head silently. He had long known that Wang Lin had arrived at the Dao Ancient Imperial City and had thought about seeking him out. However, Wang Lin's status was too high; he was Xuan Luo's only Disciple and the Future Guardian of the Dao Ancient Lineage, while he, Luo Chen, was just an insignificant figure within the dao ancient Tribe.

This gap caused him to hesitate.

Seeing the other party's wry smile, Wang Lin fell silent. He could faintly sense Luo Chen's thoughts and sighed inwardly.

“Help me with one thing.” Wang Lin spoke softly.

“Please give your command, Milord.” Luo Chen clasped his hands, his voice decisive.

“You should know about Ye Mo's existence…” Wang Lin looked at Luo Chen.

Luo Chen nodded. After arriving at the Dao Ancient Lineage, he learned all the Karma from Xuan Luo, understanding the source of his Bloodline.

“Help me look after Ye Mo's descendants.” Wang Lin raised his head, looking toward the distance of the Dao Ancient Imperial City.

“As you command. Luo Chen is currently residing in Milord Ye Mo's Mansion.” Luo Chen immediately replied. He had no home inside the Dao Ancient Imperial City. After descending from the Dao Ancient Hall that year, he chose not to remain in the mountains but used the sense of his Bloodline to find Ye Mo's descendants. Although Ye Mo's descendants were Imperial Family, they had fallen on hard times, possessing only that one Mansion.

Ye Mo's descendants chose to accept Luo Chen's arrival.

A smile appeared on Wang Lin's face, a smile laced with reminiscence and emotion. After taking a deep look at his old acquaintance, the burly man, his left hand lifted, and a silver light flashed in his palm before pressing against Luo Chen's chest.

Luo Chen's body suddenly trembled, and his whole body flashed violently with silver light. The dazzling silver radiance caused most of those focusing their gaze to feel a sharp pain in their eyes and instinctively retract their sight.

“Soul Blood!!” The Saint Ancestor Ye Wei's expression suddenly changed upon seeing this scene.

Xuan Luo's eyes narrowed as well. He looked at Wang Lin and Luo Chen, a complex expression in his eyes, and sighed softly.

As Luo Chen's body trembled, he clearly felt a warm current flowing from Wang Lin's palm. This warm current surged into his body, immediately undergoing Fusion with his Bloodline, causing his Bloodline to become incredibly pure in that instant. He originally possessed a trace of the Imperial Family Bloodline, but now, under this continuous purification, the Bloodline erupted with a majesty comparable to that of the previous Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate!

After a long time, Wang Lin retracted his left hand. He had released a trace of his own Soul Blood power and merged it into Luo Chen's body, enabling Luo Chen, in terms of Bloodline, to attain the qualifications to become the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate.

“You once bestowed the Ancient God Star… Today, I protect Ye Mo's descendants… I grant you the Imperial Family Bloodline, repaying that past kindness!” Wang Lin flicked his sleeve, and taking Song Zhi, who contained Li Muwan's remnant soul, he transformed into a long rainbow and shot toward the sky, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Only the dao ancient tribesmen on the ground remained, gazing at the sky, silent for a long time.

Xuan Luo watched the direction Wang Lin departed for a long, long time. The deep melancholy in his heart turned into a sigh. He said nothing more, nor did he look again at the Saint Ancestor Ye Wei, instead letting his gaze fall upon Luo Chen.

“I remember, your name is Luo Chen?”

“Luo Chen greets Venerate Xuan.” The silver light across Luo Chen's body gradually dissipated, seemingly condensing within him. Upon hearing Xuan Luo's words, he immediately knelt on one knee, his expression extremely respectful.

Xuan Luo looked at Luo Chen, his eyes showing contemplation, as if making a decision internally. Moments later, his eyes revealed decisiveness, and he nodded toward Luo Chen.

“I choose him!” Xuan Luo pointed at Luo Chen and looked toward the Saint Ancestor Ye Wei.

Ye Wei showed hesitation, her gaze fixed on Luo Chen. After a long time, she sighed.

“This old woman will continue her secluded cultivation. As for the candidate for Imperial Venerate, I ask Venerate Xuan to decide.” She said, turning and walking toward the Coffin enveloped in purple light. As the purple light dissipated, the Coffin sank back into the depths of the earth.

Throughout the events at the dao ancient Imperial Palace, the Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate never appeared. Even the envoy sent by the Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate with a congratulatory gift never showed his face, seeming to intentionally avoid the scene.

Even with the death of the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate, the Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate, who serves as the guardian of the Imperial Family Lineage, made no move. The dao ancient tribesmen here did not discuss any of this amongst themselves, instead burying this doubt deep in their hearts.

The doubt regarding the Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate's absence also grew in Wang Lin's heart. He had prepared for the worst: if the Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate arrived to stop him, he was ready to risk everything, summoning his Void Clone to fight the Ancient Dao Great Heavenly Venerate!

The possibility of him failing this battle was high, but he had to fight!

However, Ancient Dao did not appear. Wang Lin was currently speeding through the world, heading straight for the Barren Mountain ahead that the Ancient Ancestor had split in half with a single finger. He forcibly suppressed the doubt in his heart. Now was not the time to consider this matter, and even if he pondered it endlessly, he would gain no clues. The most important thing now was to go to this Barren Mountain and unravel the mystery in his heart!

Who exactly is this mysterious Dao Ancient Lineage Imperial Advisor!!

As he moved forward, the right hand Wang Lin used to embrace the woman containing Li Muwan's remnant soul flashed with light, sending the woman into his Storage Space. This journey was fraught with danger, and Wang Lin did not want this woman to suffer any harm.

After Song Zhi disappeared, Wang Lin's eyes revealed monstrous cold light. With a flicker, his figure suddenly vanished, reappearing right outside the Barren Mountain that had been split in two.

He raised his right hand and suddenly pressed down toward the Barren Mountain below!

With this press, a giant Palm Print materialized in the sky and rushed toward the mountain, emitting earth-shattering roars and massive sounds. Amidst the loud noises, Wang Lin's figure was like a rainbow, stepping inside the mountain just as the Barren Mountain was collapsing over a large area!

The earth shook and the mountains swayed. The two halves of the Barren Mountain collapsed and crumbled over a large area under Wang Lin's palm, as if two-thirds had been wiped away, revealing the massive Formation beneath it. However, this Formation shimmered with ten-colored light, forming a stretch of Ten-colored Mist, which sustained no damage despite Wang Lin's mountain-destroying strike.

The power of Wang Lin's palm strike, the instant it touched the mist, transformed into countless bubbles that popped and vanished one by one.

“You still came…” A hoarse, flickering voice emerged from within the Ten-colored Mist, echoing across this world of ruined mountains.

Wang Lin stood outside the Ten-colored Mist, his gaze cold. The voice was somewhat familiar, but mostly strange, making it difficult for him to verify the guess in his heart.

“Is the dao ancient Imperial Advisor someone who hides their face like this! You took my wife’s Life Soul and had the Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate look for someone to merge with it. Your goal is clearly to target me. Now that I, Wang, have arrived, you cover yourself with mist. Are you perhaps afraid that I might recognize who you are, or are you an old acquaintance of mine!” Wang Lin spoke coldly.

After a brief silence within the Ten-colored Mist, a hoarse laugh emerged. The laughter echoed, causing the mist to writhe.

“You must have many doubts in your heart… You doubt who I am, how I took Li Muwan's soul and brought it to the Immortal Astral Continent, and you especially doubt what my purpose is in doing this.

You have many, many doubts…” The hoarse voice drifted out slowly and deliberately.

“…Come in. If you can break through this mist and see my true face, I can resolve some of your doubts.”

Wang Lin's mind shook, but his expression remained normal. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He silently raised his right hand, and immediately, Blue Smoke threads wrapped around his fingers, turning into rings of Blue Smoke that shot toward the mist.

At the same time, the four colored Extremes of Metal, Wood, Water, and Earth materialized one by one outside Wang Lin's body. Furthermore, the sixth Extreme of Life and Death also flashed into existence, immediately forming a black and white totem in front of Wang Lin. This totem contained the Five Elements Extremes, and as it rotated, it emitted a faint glow. With a wave of Wang Lin's right hand, this Six Extremes Totem shot toward the Ten-colored Mist.