Chapter 241: Sinister Man

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the sky, and beams of golden light descended from above.

A golden giant appeared between heaven and earth amidst waves of golden radiance. The moment it appeared, the land of the entire State of Zhao seemed to tremble; the heavens and earth were completely shrouded in golden light, and all plants, trees, Mortals, Cultivators, and living beings were illuminated by this golden light.

Although Wang Lin's expression remained calm, the Qi within his body was being consumed frantically. The moment the giant appeared, Wang Lin pointed a finger at the middle-aged man with great difficulty.

The giant nodded, swept its gaze toward where Wang Lin was pointing, raised its large hand, and flicked it gently.

The middle-aged man's expression changed instantly. A strong sense of crisis made him grab Piao Nanzi—who was standing stunned at the sight of the celestial anomaly—and hold him horizontally in front of himself in the blink of an eye.

Piao Nanzi's body, just like Teng Yi's, silently turned into dust, and even the middle-aged man's right hand dissipated in an instant.

The middle-aged man groaned in pain, his face pale. He retreated rapidly, and at the same time, his left hand tore open his Storage Pouch to take out a Jade Slip. Without hesitation, he crushed it with a quick "bang." A beam of white light emerged from the shattered Jade Slip, enveloped the middle-aged man, and he vanished from the spot instantly.

The moment the middle-aged man escaped, the giant in the sky slowly dissipated. Wang Lin's body trembled; he immediately took out a Medicinal Pill from his Storage Pouch and consumed it, then suddenly spread his Divine Sense to search for the middle-aged man's tracks.

After a long while, Wang Lin frowned; the middle-aged man's aura had already vanished from the State of Zhao.

Recalling the Jade Slip the opponent had crushed, Wang Lin analyzed that it likely contained some kind of Teleportation Formation, which could instantly transport the user over a large distance.

"The Divine Abilities and Magic Treasures of a fourth-rank Cultivation Country are truly far beyond imagination," Wang Lin muttered to himself, taking a deep breath.

In fact, his guess was quite accurate. What the middle-aged man used was an escape Jade Slip issued by his sect to all Core Disciples, which could instantly return them to the sect's main altar from anywhere, provided they were within a certain range.

This envoy had been frightened by Wang Lin. According to his understanding, the Divine Ability of the golden giant was a Heaven-defying Spell of the Giant Demon Race. The power of such a Spell could be called terrifying; even he was not confident he could resist it.

In the State of Zhao, he had seen a Heaven-defying Spell twice in a row. In his view, Wang Lin must be able to unleash it a third time. He really did not want to provoke such an enemy, even if his cultivation was at the Nascent Soul Stage. Therefore, without any hesitation, he seized the moment Piao Nanzi blocked the attack to crush the Jade Slip and flee.

Wang Lin sat cross-legged to adjust his internal Qi. After a long while, he stood up. With a wave of his right hand, he lifted the tower of Teng Family heads high and sped away, following his figure.

Beneath the Hengyue Mountain Range, in the mountain village of Wang Lin's childhood, on this day, all the villagers in the mountain village fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep after a strange gust of wind blew past.

Immediately after, outside the Wang Family's ancestral home, a tower built of human heads suddenly stood up. Under this tower of heads, Wang Lin knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily several times, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He just stared blankly at the ancestral home. Slowly, night fell. Wang Lin let out a deep breath and slapped the tower of heads with his right hand. Instantly, the towering head tower turned into dust and was scattered by the wind.

"The great revenge has been avenged. Father, Mother, your son will walk his own path from now on…" Wang Lin stood up silently, turned around, and left the mountain village.

After he left, the villagers woke up one after another. Seeing that it was already dark, they all knelt on the ground and prayed to the Immortals for protection.

Wang Lin was flying in mid-air, and the Mosquito Beast had already been put into his Storage Pouch.

Not long after, he arrived at a cliff. He had been here before; it was exactly the place where he had fallen all those years ago.

Looking at this cliff, Wang Lin took a deep breath, sat on the ground, and stared blankly at the sky.

At this moment, his thoughts were chaotic, and scenes from the past four hundred years surged into his heart, lingering for a long time.

Now that the Teng Family had been destroyed, he had no more worries, and his state of mind underwent a slight transformation. Wang Lin understood that he was no longer a Mortal; he had already embarked on the path of cultivation. This path was full of difficulties and crises, but he had to walk it firmly.

Four hundred years of experience taught him that power was the only means to protect himself.

His childhood dream of becoming an Immortal was magnified infinitely at this moment.

And there was Situ Nan; only when his cultivation reached the Nascent Soul Transformation stage could Situ Nan come out of the Heaven Defying Bead.

And there was the vast Universe in the ancient god's memories, those countless powerful lives; all of these things shocked and stirred Wang Lin.

Wang Lin stood up, looked into the distance, and his eyes were filled with a strange light.

At this moment, Wang Lin's mindset had transformed. From his childhood, when he entered the Cultivation World to bring honor to his parents, until his parents died and he had to Cultivate to gain powerful strength for revenge—now that his great revenge had been avenged, he actively pursued the Dao of Immortality for the sake of his own dreams and to truly become an Immortal.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, leaped, and fell from the cliff. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the stone cave where he had originally obtained the Heaven Defying Bead. After glancing at it, his body vanished from the spot instantly.

In the Piaomiao Sect, Gao Qiming sat cross-legged in a secret room for seclusion. In front of him was a bronze mirror. At this moment, his expression was quite ugly. As early as two hundred years ago, he had calculated that he would face a great tribulation. Unfortunately, this tribulation was elusive, and with his cultivation, he could not calculate the specifics.

As time passed, the feeling that a great disaster was imminent grew stronger and stronger. Until the members of the Teng Family died one by one, he suddenly calculated his own Lifespan—only ten days left.

If he did not die within ten days, this tribulation would endanger the entire Piaomiao Sect.

Today was the tenth day. Gao Qiming had believed in the Heavenly Dao his whole life, which had a lot to do with the Cultivation Technique he practiced. He understood that he must die today; otherwise, the Piaomiao Sect would be in danger.

Therefore, he had already started to arrange his affairs within the Piaomiao Sect several days ago. At this moment, he had no more worries.

Sitting quietly in the secret room, he took a deep breath, looked around with nostalgia, raised his right hand, and resolutely slapped his own forehead.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were already blurred and gradually dimmed. At this moment, he suddenly saw a scene—it was four hundred years ago, when he was asked by Teng Huayuan to find the location of the Mortal clan of a Foundation Establishment Stage Disciple for him.

He had a flash of realization in his mind, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing.

Wang Lin took one last look at the State of Zhao outside the Ancient Teleportation Formation in the valley, activated the Formation, and vanished from the State of Zhao in the blink of an eye.

Ten days later, a sinister-looking youth suddenly appeared outside the Formation. He stared at the Formation and stepped inside without saying a word.

On a plain millions of miles away from the State of Zhao, Wang Lin's figure slowly appeared. After he appeared, he immediately swept his Divine Sense, then took out a map Jade Slip and carefully read it once.

Then he moved and sped away, looking for the next Ancient Teleportation Formation. Wang Lin knew that the owner of that Storage Pouch was chasing him relentlessly. If he could not shake off the opponent, he would certainly not be able to Cultivate in peace.

Therefore, the Ancient Teleportation Formation was his target. Wang Lin had quite a few Top-Grade Spirit Stones in his pocket, enough for him to use the Ancient Teleportation Formation several times.

Half a month later, Wang Lin arrived at the location of an Ancient Teleportation Formation. After checking it, he stood in the Formation, took out a Top-Grade Spirit Stone, and placed it on it. But just then, a black cloud suddenly arrived from the distance. The black cloud gradually transformed into a sinister youth during its rapid flight. This person looked at Wang Lin in the Teleportation Formation with a gloomy gaze.

Wang Lin's heart sank. The opponent's speed was several times faster than he had previously judged. Moreover, his cultivation could not be seen at all under Wang Lin's Divine Sense check. A trace of extremely dangerous aura immediately shrouded the surroundings.

If he relied solely on the Top-Grade Spirit Stone to activate the Ancient Teleportation Formation, it would take about ten breaths of time. At this critical moment, Wang Lin did not say a word and frantically circulated the Qi within his body, rapidly flowing it from his feet into the Formation. The speed at which the Teleportation Formation activated accelerated suddenly.

Finally, the moment the sinister youth chased after him, rings of light surged up inside the Formation, and Wang Lin's figure disappeared within the rings of light.

The sinister youth roared, performed Hand Seals with both hands, and suddenly rushed forward. At the moment Wang Lin disappeared, he entered the rings of light in the Teleportation Formation. Then, it was unknown what method he used, but he actually caused the Teleportation Formation to activate again and disappeared into the rings of light.

While traveling through the Ancient Teleportation Formation, Wang Lin felt a strong sense of crisis. He clearly felt a Divine Sense, so vast that it far exceeded his imagination, sweeping toward him like a hurricane. Wang Lin was horrified in his heart. Seeing that the Divine Sense was about to engulf him, Wang Lin's extreme realm Divine Sense suddenly moved, transforming into an unprecedentedly thick red lightning bolt, crashing toward the opponent with a boom.

Under the impact of the extreme realm, that Divine Sense could not help but slow down. Just then, a bright light appeared ahead. Wang Lin sped up and rushed out of the bright light.

After appearing, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood. The Nascent Soul transformed from his Clone immediately withered, as if it could collapse at any moment. But Wang Lin did not stop at all and vanished from the spot instantly. When he appeared, he was already a hundred miles away. Immediately after, he did not continue to flee, but raised his right hand. On his hand floated a thin red thread.

Wang Lin knew deeply that no matter how much he fled, he could not be faster than the opponent's speed. Moreover, the essence Qi of his Nascent Soul was currently too depleted. If he continued, he would shatter his Nascent Soul and die before the opponent could kill him. Therefore, seizing this moment after teleporting, he quickly sacrificed his Heavenly Tribulation thread.

This was his most powerful Magic Treasure at the moment!

The moment he sacrificed the Heavenly Tribulation, Wang Lin took a bottle of Medicinal Pill from his Storage Pouch and poured it all into his mouth.

At this time, the sinister youth appeared silently, ten zhang in front of Wang Lin, staring at the Heavenly Tribulation thread in Wang Lin's hand, his face wearing an uncertain expression.