Chapter 2015: Flickering Lights, That Figure

Chapter 2015: Flickering Lights, That Figure… Outside the Ancient Ancestor statue, only seven halos now remained, slowly emitting a soft glow. However, among these seven remaining halos, one was quickly dimming, as if it could dissipate at any moment.

“Wang Lin!!” Xuan Luo was blocked outside the ancestral temple. His eyes filled with anxiety, he sent a Divine Thought towards the ancestral temple, but that Divine Thought was like a mud ox entering the sea. Xuan Luo didn't know if Wang Lin could hear it.

He formed Hand Seals with both hands, and immediately, a bright, sun-like halo of light appeared around his body. He stepped forward again, forcefully entering the ancestral temple, but after only a few steps, he was repelled by a powerful rebound, his body rolling back.

As Xuan Luo continuously attempted, deep within the ancestral temple, Wang Lin's body was completely withered, like a skeleton. Around him, there was not a single speck of light, and his will had dimmed to the point of being almost imperceptible.

Countless attempts at Fusion had all failed, gradually grinding away his will.

It was completely silent here, without a single sound, but a moment later, an anxious echo faintly reverberated through the area.

“Wang Lin!!”

“Wang Lin!!”

“Wang Lin!!”

Wang Lin closed his eyes, unmoving. However, after this sound appeared, a red glow flickered within his skeletal body—that red glow was precisely the Soul Blood within him!

It flickered, seemingly illuminating the dark depths of the ancestral temple.

Time flowed, and after an unknown period, four more halos outside the Ancient Ancestor statue dissipated. Only three halos remained, significantly reducing the light that enveloped the heavens and earth, making this dark night different for the first time in over a decade.

But on this night, almost no one meditated. All the Shigu clansmen gazed at the distant Ancient Ancestor statue, even holding their breath.

Of the three halos outside the Ancient Ancestor statue, another one, like a candle flame in the wind, struggled for a moment before extinguishing.

“Another one is gone!”

“Only two halos left. This person's Ancient Dao Divided Soul has been ongoing for nearly twenty years. Can he really not succeed…?”

“When these two halos completely dissipate, he… Look, another one has disappeared!!!”

A clamor echoed through the heavens and earth, enveloping the entire Shigu Imperial City. Almost everyone gasped. They saw that on the Ancient Ancestor statue, another halo had disappeared. Now, only one remained!!

And this halo was also slowly dimming!!

“Wang Lin! Wake up!!” Xuan Luo punched the ancestral temple, letting out a heaven-shaking roar. That roar echoed throughout the entire Shigu Imperial City, thundering like lightning, and finally all of it surged towards the ancestral temple.

He forcefully stepped inside once again, but was still repelled by the powerful rebound, abruptly retreating several steps. Xuan Luo's face was anxious. He had experienced this Ancient Dao three-part Divided Soul. He knew that during the Divided Soul, as long as the halo didn't extinguish, even if there was no Life Qi or consciousness, it wasn't actually death, but a form of slumber!

A slumber of the Soul. If one could awaken from this slumber, as long as the halo remained, there was still a possibility of survival. This was why he chose to come here to be Wang Lin's Protector!

But once all the halos disappeared, this slumber would be equivalent to true death!

“Wang Lin, I am your Master Xuan Luo, wake up quickly!!” Xuan Luo roared, sending all his voice into the impenetrable ancestral temple.

As his voice echoed through the Shigu lineage, an even more astonishing clamor erupted in the entire Shigu Imperial City. Almost all the clansmen had wondered for over a decade who the person Undergoing Tribulation in the ancestral temple was!

And now, that question had an answer!

“Wang Lin? That name sounds familiar…”

“It's him!! Isn't this Wang Lin the one who killed Dao Ancient Imperial Venerate over a hundred years ago?! It's actually him!!”

“Rumor has it that this Wang Lin is already the tenth sun of the Immortal Astral Continent. Heavens, I never expected the person Undergoing Tribulation in this ancestral temple to be Wang Lin!!”

Amidst Xuan Luo's anxious roars and the clamor of the Shigu Imperial City, the sole halo outside the Ancient Ancestor statue grew increasingly dim, seemingly ready to disappear at any moment.

Deep within the ancestral temple, the bloody light on Wang Lin's motionless body flickered more intensely.

“Who is calling me…” Wang Lin was like someone in a deep slumber, seemingly in a strange place where everything was blurry. He walked aimlessly, not knowing how long he had walked, until he vaguely heard a voice calling from behind him.

“Where am I…” Wang Lin was still bewildered. The calling voice behind him was faint and indistinct, disappearing when he tried to listen.

“How did I get here…” Wang Lin was confused, continuing to walk forward. The sky here was dim, the earth was hazy, and the entire world was faintly enveloped in mist, making it impossible to see far.

This was a ruin.

The earth had no Life Qi, as if it had been abandoned for countless years. The vaguely visible mountains had lost their greenery and were a desolate gray.

“Who… am I…” The confusion in Wang Lin's eyes deepened. He seemed to have lost many memories, unable to recall who he was, why he was here, or what this place was.

“Wake up… wake up…” That faint, ethereal voice echoed softly again, and Wang Lin's steps paused.

“I seem to have heard something.” In his confusion, Wang Lin wanted to turn around and look, but just as he was about to turn, he suddenly saw a mountain in the mist ahead!

On that mountain, colorful snow fell, very beautiful.

On that mountain, there was a blurry figure, only vaguely discernible as a man, holding a corpse in his hands. The corpse's long hair hung down, blown by the wind. This scene exuded a sense of desolation and sorrow.

Wang Lin stared blankly at that figure. That figure gave him an extremely familiar feeling, a feeling that made his body tremble.

A roar of extreme sorrow emanated from the figure on the distant mountain. He raised his head, wailing mournfully at the heavens. That voice echoed in all directions, carrying a penetrating power that rushed into Wang Lin's heart, making his body tremble even more violently.

Amidst this roar, the dim sky trembled, as if countless ripples reverberated, and even showed signs of cracking, as if even the heavens could not resist this person's roar and were about to collapse.

“Heaven and Earth…” The roaring figure spoke, but just as he uttered these two words, another familiar voice clearly emerged in Wang Lin's ears.

“Wang Lin, wake up!!” The echo of this voice seemed to come from nowhere. After it appeared, the mountain Wang Lin saw disappeared, and the figure holding the corpse and wailing at the sky also disappeared.

Wang Lin's body shook, and he subconsciously turned his head to look behind him. The moment he looked behind him, his mind roared.

He remembered. He was Wang Lin. He was Undergoing Tribulation in the Shigu Ancestral Temple, experiencing the second Fusion of the Divided Soul. The instant he remembered all of this, the confusion in his eyes vanished, replaced by clarity!

At the same time, deep within the ancestral temple, ten zhang in front of Wang Lin's cross-legged body, an old man with white hair was trembling, walking step by step. This old man's clothes belonged to Xuan Luo!

However, his appearance showed a difference in age compared to the youthful Xuan Luo!

“Wang Lin, wake up!!” The old man roared, his voice hoarse.

Wang Lin slowly opened his eyes. The moment he saw the old man, the old man's face showed surprise, but he could no longer resist the rebounding force from entering this place and was blasted out of the ancestral temple.

“Master…” Wang Lin murmured, looking in the direction Xuan Luo had left, looking at his white hair. He knew that he would never forget this kindness in his lifetime.

He suddenly looked up, and as he formed Hand Seals, a large number of light particles appeared around his body again. These light particles suddenly condensed above his head, quickly forming the outline of a light figure.

The instant Xuan Luo was ejected from the ancestral temple, he saw the last halo on the Ancient Ancestor statue gradually disappear. But just as it disappeared, suddenly, the halo re-condensed from its dissipation, emitting a dazzling light. At the same time, the second, third, fourth… up to the twelfth halo, all reappeared simultaneously, shining with boundless radiance!

Immediately after, the thirteenth, fourteenth… up to the eighteenth halos, all appeared! The entire Shigu Imperial City was instantly silenced by this sudden scene.

After a brief silence, a tumultuous clamor erupted.

Amidst this clamor, the nineteenth halo appeared on the Ancient Ancestor statue. Subsequently, the twentieth, twenty-first, twenty-second… up to the twenty-seventh halos completely encircled it, radiating light and spreading ripples in all directions, not only enveloping the Shigu Imperial City but also covering the area of the Primitive Mountain outside within this light and ripples.

Xuan Luo's face showed a smile. He did not linger outside the ancestral temple. Instead, amidst the flashing twenty-seven halos, he left this place and appeared in the sky, sitting down cross-legged again. He knew that the Protector duty was not over; Wang Lin still needed to undergo the final Divided Soul!

Inside the ancestral temple, above Wang Lin, a huge light figure floated, almost occupying the entire space. The size of this light figure was dozens of times larger than his first Divided Soul!

He looked up, and the light figure also looked up, seemingly piercing through the ancestral temple to see Xuan Luo's smile in the sky.

“Master…”

His gaze converged. After a long while, Wang Lin lowered his head and took a deep breath. The second Ancient Dao Divided Soul was extremely perilous, but these perils could not compare to everything he had seen in his confusion at this moment.

His mind couldn't help but once again conjure the image of that figure holding a corpse and wailing mournfully at the sky.

Merry Christmas everyone~~