Chapter 642: Unlocking the Secret of the Scroll Painting

Wang Lin stopped moving.

"Please, go down… take me down…" The voice revealed a sense of sorrow and urgency.

Wang Lin remained silent. This voice, which had been absent for thirteen years, echoed in his mind once more. During the thirteen years he spent comprehending the suction force, the woman had never spoken. Yet now, her words carried a noticeable change in emotion compared to before.

He swept his right hand across his Storage Pouch, and the Scroll Painting flew out, emitting a soft light. The suction force had no effect on it. The Scroll Painting unfurled, revealing the woman's back.

For the first time, Wang Lin seriously looked at the woman in the Scroll Painting. Although she was only a silhouette, she possessed an aura of unparalleled beauty and grace.

"Please, take me down… I cannot leave this Scroll Painting, and you won't be in danger. I just want… to take a look…"

Wang Lin was silent, saying nothing.

"I can't help you with anything, nor can I give you anything. I only beg you, help me, take me down…"

Wang Lin looked down. Below him was total darkness, emanating a chilling aura that contained dense frost Qi.

"I can't help you. If you want to leave, then leave." Wang Lin shook his head, refusing to look at the Scroll Painting, and ascended. He had too many things to do. He needed to break all the Restrictions within the Immortal Cave before Tian Yunzi and the others arrived at this Demonic Spirit Land, so he could enter the true Immortal Cave.

Although he didn't know when Tian Yunzi and the others would arrive, a clue he obtained from his previous conversation with Yao Xixue suggested that they would likely arrive soon.

Before they arrived, Wang Lin had to make a series of preparations. Time was already very short for him; he had no extra time to indulge his curiosity.

Moreover, he had to find a way to prevent Tian Yunzi from noticing any irregularities, only then could he successfully leave this Demonic Spirit Land. If even one step went wrong, the price would be death.

Time was too scarce for him.

The woman inside the Scroll Painting trembled slightly. She wanted to turn around, but it was as if a Seal controlled her movements; no matter how hard she tried, she could not turn around.

Seeing Wang Lin ascend higher and higher until he was about to disappear, the woman seemed to grit her teeth and whispered, "Don't… don't you want to know the true origin of the bead inside your Primordial Spirit…?"

Although her voice was faint, Wang Lin heard it clearly. When it reached his ears, the sentence resonated like ten thousand claps of thunder, causing Wang Lin to abruptly halt.

"Don't you want the remnant soul of the woman inside that bead to be resurrected…?"

If the first sentence was ten thousand claps of thunder exploding around Wang Lin, then this second sentence was ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million bolts of lightning striking, shaking not only Wang Lin's body but also his Primordial Spirit.

His Primordial Spirit, his memories, his everything—all burst forth like a massive flood the moment the second sentence arrived, as if the entire world had collapsed. Even with Wang Lin's composure, his body trembled uncontrollably. He turned around and stared at the woman, his gaze like that of a beast, devoid of any calmness accumulated over eight hundred years of cultivating the Dao!

At this moment, Tian Yunzi, the Immortal Cave, the Blood Ancestor, the Demonic Spirit Land—everything crumbled and dissolved. Between heaven and earth, inside the deep pit, only one frantic gaze remained. This gaze belonged to Wang Lin, fixed upon the woman!

"What did you say…" A hoarse voice, in a tone Wang Lin had never used before, came out.

These four simple words conveyed a feeling that was impossible to describe. At this moment, even the constant whistling sound that had persisted for countless millennia seemed to weaken.

"I can tell you the origin of that bead, I can tell you the method to resurrect the lingering soul inside the bead, and I can even give you the opportunity to leave this place…" the woman whispered.

Wang Lin closed his eyes. He didn't want to ponder the truthfulness of the woman's words, nor did he want to know why she knew everything about him. He didn't want to… When he opened his eyes, Wang Lin said nothing, took a step, grabbed the Scroll Painting, and rapidly flew straight toward the bottom of the deep pit.

Even if there was only a sliver of hope, he had to fight for it.

Every person, in their lifetime, has that one thing that can instantly shatter their composure, no matter how clever or calm they usually are—that one thing they must stubbornly pursue, even in the face of endless danger or death.

Wang Lin, in the end, was still a human. He was neither a cold Immortal nor a heartless God. After cultivating the Dao for over eight hundred years, Wang Lin's calmness had been deeply embedded in his bones, becoming instinct. He could calmly leave a detached Storage Pouch for Zhou Ru of the Vermilion Bird Star, waiting for the day she opened it.

He could calmly face all enemies; even if the opponent was powerful, they would never shake his Dao Heart in the slightest.

But there was a kind of power that could shatter this instinct!

Only when one loses something does one desire to possess it more. Only after losing something does one realize that they had always wanted to cherish it. If a person remains calm and rational throughout their life, without the slightest ripple, can they still be called human? Wang Lin could not do that.

Clutching the Scroll Painting, sorrow appeared in his eyes. Like a shooting star, he shot straight toward the bottom of the deep pit. In this moment, he refused to think or discriminate.

The woman inside the Scroll Painting sighed softly and whispered, "Don't worry, I haven't deceived you… It took great resolve for me to reveal all of this…"

Wang Lin did not speak, but the hand clutching the Scroll Painting tightened, as if he were grasping not a Scroll Painting, but a sliver of hope.

The cliff walls nearby had denser frost Qi, faintly emitting a crystal light, and the suction force was correspondingly stronger.

Wang Lin did not know how much time had passed. The deep pit seemed truly endless; no matter how far he descended, it remained completely dark, extending indefinitely.

"Closer… closer…" The woman inside the Scroll Painting said, her voice trembling.

At this position, the suction force was infinitely strong. Wang Lin's body whistled through the air, following the suction force and rushing downward. After a long time—perhaps a day, perhaps a month, perhaps… a year—a brief corridor appeared in the darkness below.

At the corridor was a massive vortex. This vortex rotated slowly, and the suction force originated from within it. Strangely, here, the suction force seemed to be under a Seal; there was no sense of pulling until the force surged out past a certain range, where it would suddenly intensify.

The instant Wang Lin saw the vortex, a strange power emanated from the Scroll Painting, drilled into Wang Lin's body, and gathered in his eyes. In that moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate the vortex, allowing him to see inside.

A boundless starry sky, countless cultivation planets… it seemed like another world.

"This is…" Wang Lin stared at the vortex, moved by the sight, and instantly regained his composure.

"My homeland… the Luo Tian Star Domain…" the woman in the Scroll Painting whispered.

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