Chapter 677: Shaking Luotian, Sublimation

On Ranyun Star, although the sea occupied a large area, there were still many famous mountains and Peaks on the land. Although the catastrophe many years ago caused the Spiritual Qi on Ranyun Star to no longer be dense, it was still slightly better than the Vermilion Bird Star of yesteryear.

Between the famous mountains of Ranyun Star, a father and son could always be seen. They climbed the Peaks, standing at the summit to gaze at the heavens and earth.

They watched the changes in the world, and the scenes where clouds intertwined. The earth, in their gaze, seemed to have shrunk countless times, making it seem as if they could see its end with a single glance.

Especially at the Peak, as the immense wind layers howled, Wang Ping stood against the wind, looking at the heavens and earth. His Heart-Nature seemed to be purified, constantly sublimating.

Through climbing one mountain after another, his frail body gradually gained strength. In his eyes, everything about his father was great, such as the twenty years of peace, and such as this current challenge to the heavens and earth.

After crossing one mountain after another, Wang Ping's Heart-Nature became unprecedentedly vast. He seemed to have forgotten everything, wandering between the heavens and earth. Although only his father accompanied him, the mountains, the water, the sky, and the earth seemed to perceive his existence, accompanying him outside his body.

There was no loneliness, only the liberation of his Heart-Nature!

No matter how treacherous the Peaks, they could not stop the footsteps of the father and son. No matter how tall the giant mountains, they were crossed beneath their feet.

Although Wang Ping's body was that of a Mortal, his Heart-Nature, through these repeated refinements, underwent sublimation and reached a new height.

From the mountains, he experienced life. From crossing them, he solidified his Heart-Nature. From repeatedly gazing at the heavens and earth, he felt that vastness. However, he absolutely did not stop, nor did he yield to this vastness. Instead, through repeated climbs, he inherited Wang Lin's Heaven-Defying intent from his mind to the greatest extent possible for a Mortal.

Wang Lin did not teach Wang Ping the art of cultivation, but he used his own method to bring an infinite impact to Wang Ping's Heart-Nature.

When thirsty, they drank mountain spring water. When hungry, they ate fruits and hunted beasts. When tired, they sat on the ground. When sleepy, they lay on the earth, with the sky as their blanket.

Three years passed in a flash. In these three years, Wang Ping's respect for his father grew even stronger. In his eyes, his father was the greatest person between heaven and earth.

Having conquered the mountains, next came the rivers!

In various riverine areas, the figures of the father and son also occasionally appeared, gazing at the majestic rivers and listening to their roars, which seemed to defy the heavens.

A lone boat carried Wang Ping's vision and his gradually sublimating Heart-Nature, continuously advancing and challenging in the rivers, beneath the raging waves.

This great river, which encircled more than half of Ranyun Star, bore the presence of Wang Lin and his son everywhere. Laughter, more often than not, came from Wang Ping's mouth, accompanied by Wang Lin's hearty laughter.

Such laughter was rare for Wang Lin, even extremely rare. His laughter seemed to be infectious, making Wang Ping even happier.

It was as if as long as his father was by his side in this world, he had everything he needed!

"Father, I, Ping'er, will accompany you my entire life. Even if I die, should there be Reincarnation in the next life, even if we are no longer father and son, I will never forget you!" In the river, Wang Ping's voice was resolute!

This lone boat sailed far into the river, traversing more than half of Ranyun Star, heading towards the entrance of the great sea.

The land journey ended, but the sea voyage had just begun. On the sea, a ship cut through the waves. As the sea wind blew, Wang Ping's world expanded infinitely.

He saw islands, waves, lightning striking the sea, causing flashes of electricity to ripple, giant whales the size of a village, and even mirages.

The vastness of the sea far surpassed that of the land. Wang Ping's eyes grew brighter. He felt that the sea's inclusiveness was like his father's embrace, infinitely magnificent.

Having assimilated the infinitude of the sea, the sharpness of the mountains, and the endlessness of the rivers, and having felt the vastness of the heavens and earth, five years later, when Wang Lin and his son stepped onto the land again, Wang Ping had undergone a complete transformation and sublimation.

Although he was still a Mortal, his Heart-Nature could now encompass the heavens and earth!

Upon their return, the last mountain Peak they crossed was Qilian Peak, next to Luoyue Village!

At twenty-seven years old, the childishness on Wang Ping's face had long vanished, replaced by a resolute expression. His appearance, through these eight years of experience, gradually shed that hint of strangeness, leaving only unparalleled handsomeness.

His chiseled handsome face held a sunny smile and bright eyes.

Looking at Wang Ping before him, Wang Lin smiled. These eight years were a method he had long considered to completely dispel the resentment in Wang Ping's Soul.

Liu Mei's Medicinal Pills and Wang Lin's Divine Ability could only dispel most of the resentment. However, this resentment was too deep, having integrated into his Soul and become deeply rooted. Twenty years of peace gradually eased this resentment, and coupled with the purification of his Heart-Nature over these eight years and the sublimation of Wang Ping's Soul, the resentment in his Soul unconsciously diminished until only a trace remained.

This trace, however, could not be dispelled by any Spell or Medicinal Pill; it could only be erased in Reincarnation.

At the foot of Qilian Peak, Wang Lin gazed at the distant mountain village and softly said, "Don't you want to go see it?"

Beside him, Wang Ping shook his head and said, "No, I won't go."

Wang Lin said no more, but stepped onto the mountain. Wang Ping followed behind, catching up to his father's footsteps, and chuckled, "Father, I remember hearing someone say when I was a child that there's Immortal mist on Qilian Peak. Taking a breath of it can prevent illness for ten years. Back then, I wondered when Father would bring me here."

Wang Lin smiled, casting a gentle glance at Wang Ping.

This tall Qilian Mountain was gradually climbed to its Peak by the father and son. Atop the mountain, countless clouds drifted, making it seem as if they were treading on mist.

Wang Ping took a deep breath and looked at his father. In his eyes, although Qilian Mountain was majestic, it couldn't compare to his father. Although Qilian Mountain was tall, it couldn't be taller than his father's spine!

In the distance beyond the clouds, there was a slight gloom, with flashes of lightning and occasional rumbling thunder. This heavenly might captured Wang Ping's gaze.

Before long, as the thunder grew louder, a damp wind blew, and rain slowly began to fall upon the earth. As the dark clouds spread, the rain gradually intensified.

On the earth, perhaps because it hadn't rained for a long time, clumps of dust rose, but before they could float too high, they were soaked by the rapid rain, merged into the raindrops, and returned to the earth.

It was like those Heaven-Defying Cultivators who wished to ascend to the heavens, but under the heavenly might transformed into raindrops, they were forced to fall. In this cramped rain, how much dust could truly ascend to the heavens? The thunderstorm raged and passed, but the father and son on the mountain Peak calmly gazed at the heavens and earth. This rain seemed to be torrential in the Lower Realm, yet not a single drop fell on them.

Aside from the thunder and the swishing sound of the rain, there was no other sound.

The thunderstorm came quickly and left just as fast. Before long, the clouds dissipated, and a seven-colored rainbow, as if hung in the sky, appeared before the father and son.

The beauty of the rainbow was dazzling and varied. Its seven colors, seen from such close proximity, seemed to contain the Heavenly Dao.

However, at this moment, the tranquility was disturbed by a whistling sound. In the distance between heaven and earth, a sword light whistled past, transforming into a rumbling thunder that seemed to shatter the rainbow as it pierced through it.

Within the sword light stood a middle-aged man. This person had an Immortal demeanor and a Daoist bone structure, with Immortal Qi permeating his body. Beneath his feet was a cyan Flying Sword, emitting waves of cold light.

As he whistled past, he immediately saw Wang Lin and his son at the Peak of Qilian Peak, letting out a soft exclamation.

For Mortals to climb here was certainly extraordinary, requiring immense perseverance. Admiration appeared in his eyes, but he did not linger, instead leaping over the Peak and heading straight into the distance.

Wang Ping stared blankly as the middle-aged man disappeared into the horizon. This was the first time in his life he had witnessed such a sight, and the shock in his heart was like raging waves, taking a long time to subside.

"Father, is this… an Immortal?" Wang Ping murmured.

Wang Lin sighed softly and slowly said, "Yes."

Wang Ping fell silent. After a long while, he raised his head, looking at his father, his eyes shining brightly, and softly said, "Father, can you really not let me cultivate the Dao…?"

Wang Lin's gaze fell on the gradually dissipating rainbow in the distance. A trace of sorrow reappeared deep in his eyes. He said nothing, only shook his head.

Wang Ping did not speak again, but stared blankly at the place where the middle-aged Cultivator had disappeared.

After descending Qilian Peak, Wang Ping remained silent the entire way. He walked along the official road until they reached a nearby town, where they boarded a carriage to the big city. Wang Ping still hadn't uttered a word.

Aside from the coachman, only Wang Lin and his son were in the carriage. Wang Lin's gaze followed the window to the outside, and the sorrow in his eyes grew deeper, with a hint of unspeakable bitterness.

The carriage was silent. After a long while, Wang Ping lowered his head and softly said, "Father, I want to cultivate the Dao…" This was the second time he had spoken of cultivating the Dao.

The first time was ten years ago, when he was seventeen.

Wang Lin did not retract his gaze, still looking out the window, and calmly said, "You are not suited for cultivating the Dao!"

"Father, why?" Wang Ping looked at his father's profile, asking unwillingly.

Wang Lin turned his head, just as he had ten years ago, saying nothing, only calmly gazing at Wang Ping, quietly watching him.

The sound of wheels on the ground slowly came from outside the carriage, marking the passage of time. Finally, Wang Ping lowered his head and softly said, "I understand, Father."

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