Chapter 607: A Generation’s Grandmaster

"The location of this Cultivator Alliance is at the border north of Fire Demon Prefecture and Gold Demon Prefecture. It is shrouded in miasma year-round and is extremely concealed." Sun Yunshan said immediately. After finishing, he hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Brother Wang, are you planning to…"

"I don't have much confidence in removing your Restriction, but I believe that Old Ancestor probably can!" Wang Lin smiled and said.

Sun Yunshan took a deep breath, stood up, stepped back a few paces, and bowed deeply to Wang Lin. As he raised his head, his eyes revealed excitement as he said, "Brother Wang, words cannot express my gratitude. Sun will keep this matter in his heart. If one day I can return to Tian Yun Star, I will definitely repay you!"

"Brother Sun, there is no need for this." Wang Lin shook his head and said, "Actually, even if it weren't for you, I would still have to visit this Cultivator Alliance. This Old Ancestor has provoked me twice. If I don't take action now, I fear a third and fourth time will come endlessly!"

"Brother Wang, regardless, I will remember this!" Sun Yunshan's tone was sincere.

Wang Lin smiled and shook his head. He put away the jade fragment into his Storage Pouch, flicked his large sleeve, and directly swept up Sun Yunshan, disappearing from the Pagoda. The moment he left the Soul Refining tribe, Wang Lin casually waved his right hand, and the dozen or so Cultivators in mid-air were immediately swept up by him as well, disappearing without a trace.

The war in Fire Demon Prefecture continued, and the slaughter caused a large amount of blood to flow into the earth every day. The entire Fire Demon Prefecture was filled with a bloody scent.

The war between the two prefectures inevitably attracted the attention of the other seven prefectures. Especially now, with constant fighting in Fire Demon Prefecture and few demon soldiers left in Tianyao Prefecture, all of this was seen by the other seven prefectures as an opportunity—an opportunity rarely seen in ten thousand years!

That day, at the northern border of Fire Demon Prefecture and Gold Demon Prefecture, ten thousand miles away from the thick miasma, a meteor tore through the sky. Outside the miasma, the light of the meteor dissipated, transforming into Wang Lin's figure. He waved his large sleeve, and the dozen or so Cultivators immediately flew out and landed to the side.

As for Sun Yunshan, he stood beside Wang Lin. His heart was currently both uneasy and incredibly excited; these two complex emotions intertwined, making him inevitably somewhat dazed.

"Brother Sun, hold onto the Jade Slip I gave you on the way. Although the Restriction inside this Jade Slip cannot completely remove the Immortal Seed, it can serve to delay it for you in times of crisis!" Wang Lin said, taking a step forward and stepping into the thick miasma.

Regarding his Immortal Seed, he had his own guesses, but these guesses would only be confirmed after seeing that so-called Immortal Realm Old Ancestor.

Inside the castle deep within the miasma, the short old man sat cross-legged. Opposite him were three women, all of whom were beautiful. Among them was Sun Yunshan's younger sister, Sun Ruonan.

Threads of pink energy drifted out from the seven orifices of the three women, transforming into illusory, graceful figures in the Void Realm, dancing as if they were circling the old man's body.

These illusory, graceful figures gradually solidified, turning into Fairies wearing colorful clothes, which the old man inhaled as if he were swallowing them alive.

The moment Wang Lin stepped into the miasma, the short old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed within them. The moment his eyes opened, the illusory Fairies around his body all dissipated. As for the three women, their faces showed deep exhaustion, and even their features faintly revealed signs of aging.

Wang Lin stepped into the miasma. The surrounding miasma was extremely dense, but as he walked, it seemed to have a spirit of its own and scattered, circling around him.

As Wang Lin moved forward, more and more miasma circled him, and sounds like the wailing of ghosts slowly came from all directions.

Wang Lin's expression was cold as he said, "Displaying soul techniques in front of Wang? You overestimate yourselves!" As he spoke, he formed Hand Seals with both hands and pushed outward, shouting, "Soul Vortex!"

His voice merged with the seal, and the seal moved with his fingers. Suddenly, the surrounding miasma surged violently, as if boiling, and rapidly condensed toward Wang Lin.

This scene was as if there were a Vortex in front of Wang Lin, forcibly sucking in all the endless fog from the surroundings.

Almost in an instant, all the miasma filling the area dissipated. For the first time in countless years, this place was exposed to the sunlight!

In Wang Lin's hand, a fist-sized ball of mist emitted numerous wisps of thread-like energy.

In the distance ahead stood a white castle. Outside the castle, nearly a hundred Cultivators were densely floating in mid-air, all of them looking at the ball of mist in Wang Lin's hand with expressions of shock.

Wang Lin's expression was indifferent. With a sweep of his gaze, the appearances of these Cultivators fell into his eyes. Among these people, some had entered the Demon Spirit Land with Wang Lin, while others were somewhat unfamiliar.

However, among them, there was one person who made Wang Lin's gaze flicker slightly. This person was a middle-aged man wearing blue robes.

The moment the blue-robed man saw Wang Lin, he froze. Facing Wang Lin's gaze, he subconsciously avoided it, his face revealing bitterness.

He was a Disciple of the Purple Lineage of the Tian Yun Sect who had entered the Demon Spirit Land with Wang Lin!

"Make way!" Wang Lin's voice was plain as he spoke slowly.

At these words, almost everyone subconsciously scattered. The cultivation of these people did not exceed Soul Transformation; the highest was only at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Transformation Late Stage. Facing a Soul Transformation Cultivator who could condense the local fog, they wisely chose to retreat.

However, there were still some unwise ones. Perhaps relying on the support of the Old Ancestor who claimed to be from the Immortal Realm, a young man wearing Daoist robes shouted, "Audacious! Who are you? State your name. Our Cultivator Alliance…"

Before this person could finish, Wang Lin's cold gaze pierced into his eyes like a sharp sword. The rest of the young man's words were forcibly pushed back by the blood spraying from his mouth.

Wang Lin cultivated the Killing Immortal Art and possessed a killing heart; with a single glance, it was comparable to a physical attack.

The surrounding onlookers gasped and took several more steps back. Those Cultivators who had not scattered the first time also immediately changed their minds and, despite the risk of the Restriction inside their bodies acting up, hurriedly retreated.

A straight path led directly to the castle.

"Kill this person!" A majestic voice came from within the castle.

Once these words were spoken, the surrounding Cultivators immediately turned pale and hesitated.

Fortunately, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed out from the castle and rushed directly toward Wang Lin.

"Immortal Guard!" Someone in the surrounding Cultivators immediately called out, not knowing if it was intentional or if they were truly that surprised.

Wang Lin's expression remained normal. He didn't even look at the person rushing out from the castle. He took a step forward and walked toward the castle with great composure. His pace was not fast, but to everyone around, their gazes tightened.

At this moment, to those Cultivators, Wang Lin seemed like an elder of their own sect. That Aura, that composure, was definitely not something an ordinary Cultivator could possess!

Only by having a certain degree of confidence in one's own cultivation could one radiate such an atmosphere!

The blue-robed Disciple of the Tian Yun Sect looked at Wang Lin's figure, his eyes filled with deep complexity. He had heard of this Wang Lin and had even personally witnessed his battle against Chen Tao for the title of the Purple Lineage Tian Yun Seven Sons. At that time, Wang Lin's performance had already attracted the attention of many, but it was just attention; after all, Wang Lin's cultivation was not high.

But at this moment, he dared not have any thoughts of looking down on the other party. Not only had Wang Lin's cultivation reached Soul Transformation in a short period of time, which was incredible, but more importantly, he vaguely felt a sense of the Heavenly Fate Child from Wang Lin.

This feeling, although not strong, definitely existed. As a Disciple of the Tian Yun Sect and a student of the Heavenly Fate Child, he had extraordinary knowledge and naturally knew that all of this was a manifestation of the Dao!

Being able to have this feeling meant that Wang Lin had his own Dao! In the Cultivation World, any Cultivator who truly possessed their own Dao Concept, kept this Dao Concept in their heart, realized it from the heavens and earth, extracted it from the Concept, and integrated it within, was qualified to establish a sect!

In fact, all Cultivators possessed their own Dao, but condensing this Dao Concept was extremely difficult!

"He… he actually reached this Concept…" The blue-robed man felt melancholy. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten about the Immortal Seed planted in his body. In his mind, he thought only of the unimaginable gap between the barbarian Wang Lin—who was ridiculed for coming from the semi-abandoned Vermilion Bird Star—and the current Grandmaster who possessed his own Dao.

Wang Lin stepped forward. When the black shadow rushing toward him was ten zhang away, various Divine Abilities roared toward him. This person's Divine Ability was related to beasts; when unleashed, it transformed into Vicious Beasts, opening their bloody maws, wanting to swallow Wang Lin.

"Lacking the Concept of Soul Transformation, even if the cultivation is raised to Soul Transformation, it will always be an illusory framework. One strike…"

Wang Lin pointed his right index finger, and said softly, "Shatter!"

Black light flashed at his fingertip, transforming into a black Qi that flew out instantly. After Wang Lin reached Soul Transformation, his Primordial Spirit and Concept fused, and with the existence of the heaven and earth Origin Qi, a wave of his hand was an attack where the Concept and Immortal power condensed together. Plus, having his own Dao, even casual Divine Abilities had the Dao Concept integrated within them.

The Finger of Annihilation Qi arrived in the world, carrying Wang Lin's Dao Concept, shattering the Void Realm, penetrating through the illusory Vicious Beasts, and landing directly on the chest of the black-clothed man who rushed out!

The Vicious Beasts shattered. The black-clothed man died!

It was not that he did not want to dodge, but having been forcibly raised to Soul Transformation, he had no qualification to dodge under the finger of Wang Lin, a true Soul Transformation Cultivator whose Dao Concept had fused!

"Who… are you!" An extremely grave voice came from within the castle.

From beginning to end, Wang Lin's footsteps did not pause for a moment as he walked toward the white castle.