Chapter 2032: Dim Lights, The Agreement

“Chi Hunzi…” Wang Lin let out a cold snort. At this moment, everything happening inside and outside the New Immortal Realm was clearly perceived by his Divine Sense. He saw Chi Hunzi's arrogant face, the young man beside him who seemed faintly related by Bloodline, and the Formation outside the Immortal Realm being corroded by bloody light.

Judging by the extent of the Formation's corrosion, it should dissipate in about two days.

Back then, Chi Hunzi was released by Wang Lin after the Seal was undone. Although he was weak at the time, he was still astonishingly powerful to Wang Lin. But now, even with his cultivation fully recovered and reaching the Peak, in Wang Lin's eyes, he was as fragile as an ant.

This ant could be crushed countless times with a single finger.

With a cold snort, Wang Lin took a step forward and vanished from the Luotian Star Domain. As he disappeared, the light gate at that location also dissipated, leaving no trace, as if it had never existed.

When Wang Lin appeared, he did not materialize near Chi Hunzi outside the Immortal Realm. Instead, he stepped directly into the New Immortal Realm, which he had not returned to for many years. His appearance went unnoticed by any Cultivator within the Immortal Realm.

Not to mention Chi Hunzi and the others outside.

The sky of the Immortal Realm was no longer the watery blue of the past, but a uniform crimson. It looked heavy and oppressive. However, aside from the color of the sky, the palaces scattered across the land, the rolling mountains, and the rushing rivers outlined the beauty of this Immortal Realm bit by bit.

Compared to when Wang Lin left years ago, some places looked familiar, while others were completely strange.

Looking around, Wang Lin silently raised his right hand and waved it forward. Immediately, three streaks of light materialized, and three people appeared before him.

They were Xu Ligou, Liu Jinbiao, and the only Disciple who followed Wang Lin back to the Immortal Cave Realm, Thirteen.

Thirteen was no ordinary person. After appearing, he glanced at the surrounding world, showed a moment of confusion, but immediately returned to normal. He cupped his fists and bowed respectfully to Wang Lin, then stood silently to the side.

To him, whether it was the Immortal Astral or the Immortal Cave Realm, as long as he could follow his Master, nothing else held any special significance.

Compared to him, Liu Jinbiao and Xu Ligou had strange expressions. After looking around, the two exchanged shifty-eyed glances. Faintly, Wang Lin sensed an air of arrogance in their demeanor.

It was as if they were immensely proud to have returned to their small hometown after visiting a grand place.

Their faces clearly read: “Did you know? I've been to the Immortal Astral Continent! That place is huge.”

“We're home. Feel free to do as you wish. I need to go see an old acquaintance,” Wang Lin said slowly, gazing at the distant horizon. He took a step, transforming into a long rainbow and flying away.

The moment Wang Lin stepped into the Immortal Realm, his Divine Sense had already swept over everyone here. He saw many things, including Mu Bingmei.

On the mountain Peak where Mu Bingmei resided, her figure seemed ready to drift away with the wind, exuding a sense of fragility. She bit her lower lip, sighed softly after a long time, and stroked the Crystal Sword in her hand, her eyes showing determination, as if she had made some kind of decision.

She gripped the sword tightly. After glancing at the bloody color of the sky, she suddenly turned around, seemingly intending to leave. But the instant she turned, Mu Bingmei trembled all over, her eyes filling with disbelief as she stared blankly behind her at the figure standing not far away, looking at her.

It was a white-robed, white-haired young man, a figure both strange and familiar.

The two gazed at each other, their eyes meeting beneath the crimson sky, with the mountains as the backdrop, the mountain wind as the music, and the entire firmament as their witness.

Wang Lin looked at the woman before him, who was also a blend of familiarity and strangeness. Complexity filled his eyes—a complexity that had accompanied him for many years.

Before his eyes, there appeared the image of the bright young girl from the Hengyue School years ago, and the breathtakingly beautiful figure in the Vermilion Bird Tomb.

This figure changed repeatedly, pausing amid Wang Ping's mournful shriek in the Luotian Star Domain back then, passing away in bitterness, until it finally settled on the picturesque memory Wang Lin saw just before he left the Immortal Cave Realm.

That day, fine rain drifted across the Immortal Realm. In the rain, the white-robed woman floated over like willow catkins dancing in the drizzle.

In the rain, an exquisitely beautiful woman held an umbrella. She had long, jet-black hair that looked painted, and a beauty and ethereal quality like a Fairy. Her arrival seemed to quiet the world, leaving only the sound of rushing rain, which carried a strange power, making people forget everything, and shrouding her stunning figure in a layer of hazy mist.

“If I were still in the world, I would return.” Wang Lin looked at the woman before him; her figure overlapped with his memory, slowly melting into his gaze.

Mu Bingmei dared not believe what she was seeing. She stood there completely stunned. In a trance, Wang Lin's white-robed, white-haired figure sank deeper and deeper into her heart, merging with her memories, and ultimately melting into her soul as well.

Vaguely, she seemed to see the youth thousands of years ago at the Hengyue School on the Vermilion Bird Star—the only one among the crowds who was not infatuated by her beauty.

She saw the figure in the Vermilion Bird Tomb whose steps she had blocked, who had stared back at her with indifference.

And the man in the Luotian Star Domain who, upon learning everything her Clone had done, let out a mournful shriek, his gaze filled with sorrow.

Finally, the scene before her eyes fixed on the day he left the Immortal Cave Realm. That day, the rushing rain added a touch of parting sorrow.

In the rain, his figure was very unfamiliar, a strangeness that made her heart ache. Amidst that pain, his coldness seemed to soften. She knew it was due to the parting, because once he left, he might never return.

“If I were still in the world, I would welcome you…” Mu Bingmei bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling, tears streaming down her cheeks. Since Wang Lin left the Immortal Cave Realm, she had never been this vulnerable.

Wang Lin looked at the stunning woman, a gentle smile appearing on his face. With a soft sigh, he walked forward and stood beside Mu Bingmei, watching the bloody color of the sky together.

“Since leaving the Immortal Cave Realm, while on the Immortal Astral Continent, there has always been one sentence I wanted to say to you. Now that I have returned, I finally have someone to listen.” Wang Lin looked at the sky and spoke softly.

Mu Bingmei stood beside Wang Lin and softly hummed in acknowledgment. Her heart was pounding rapidly. She still found all of this unbelievable and didn't know what else to say.

Even after hearing Wang Lin's words, she felt an intense nervousness. This feeling was extremely rare for someone as consistently strong as her—the Saintess of Kunxu, the Saintess of the Immortal Realm. In this world, it seemed there was no other man besides Wang Lin who could make her this flustered.

Perhaps if there was anyone else, it would be Wang Ping.

Her right hand held the sword, while her left hand unconsciously clutched the corner of her clothes, her fingers pale.

“Liu Mei…” Wang Lin withdrew his gaze from the crimson sky, looked at Mu Bingmei beside him, and spoke softly.

“Don't say it! I don't want to hear it!” Mu Bingmei's mind shook. Her face instantly turned pale, the sword in her right hand dropped to the ground, and she stumbled backward. At this moment, she appeared so helpless and fragile that a gust of wind could seemingly scatter her.

Her face revealed a tragic beauty, accentuated by her tears, radiating a pitiful weakness that made it impossible to remain indifferent.

“I don't want to hear it, Wang Lin, I… I don't want to hear it…” More tears flowed from Mu Bingmei's eyes, streaming down her cheeks and falling onto her clothes.

Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei, seeing her fragility and the helpless look mixed with confusion in her eyes. He sighed softly.

“Besides meeting old acquaintances, I returned this time to bring closure between us. I have already found the method to resurrect Wan'er. When I leave here again, it will be time to bring her back to life.”

Mu Bingmei was crying. With her intelligence, how could she not understand what Wang Lin was trying to say? Her face was pale, showing bitterness.

“Liu Mei, let the past be the past… I also bear responsibility for the mistakes made back then… Let us Seal all of this away in our memories… You once told me you wanted to meet Wang Ping… When I return this time, I will fulfill your wish. Wang Ping also needs a mother. I will perform the Dream Dao Technique, and there, you, I, and Ping'er will experience one cycle of Reincarnation, ending everything… Let Ping'er see his mother, leave you with no regrets, and leave me… with no regrets.” Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei and spoke softly.

Mu Bingmei remained silent. After a long time, she wiped away her tears, looked at Wang Lin with a complex expression, and gently nodded.

“Accompanying me for a lifetime in the Dream Dao, entering the mortal world, and ending everything after experiencing a hundred years of Reincarnation… Then, right now, you are my husband, correct?” Mu Bingmei murmured.

Wang Lin closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he nodded.

A smile appeared on Mu Bingmei's face—a tearful smile. She gently walked forward, stepped in front of Wang Lin, embraced him, and rested her head against his chest.

Wang Lin gently held Mu Bingmei. The faint fragrance of her body seemed intoxicating.

This was, arguably, their first truly meaningful embrace—the first time they set aside all complex emotions to use a hundred-year cycle of Reincarnation to conclude that strange relationship, whether it was a mistake or a karmic entanglement.

The two of them remained on the mountain Peak beneath the crimson sky. Time gradually passed. A day later, the bloody color in the sky intensified, and fine cracks even appeared, looking as if the sky could collapse at any moment. Wang Lin then took Mu Bingmei and left the mountain Peak, heading into the distance.

After a day of rest, I'm back to work today… Yesterday was truly relaxing: no comment section, no typing, no plot lines running through my head.

Back to work~~