Chapter 782: Renowned in Luotian – Immortal

Wang Lin's gaze flashed. In his view, the man had not a shred of spiritual energy within his body, and as for Immortal power, it was even less likely to exist, yet this person could actually fly, which clearly meant he was far from ordinary.

Moreover, most importantly, the rune mark on the man's face gave Wang Lin a feeling of extreme familiarity. Seeing the man retreat at this moment, he did not hesitate, surging forward to give chase.

As Wang Lin surged out, the Rift behind him gradually closed completely.

The fear in the man's eyes grew even more intense. As he retreated, the rune mark on his face suddenly began to squirm, immediately extending to the center of his brow. In an instant, a seven-leaf plant appeared there.

The plant unfurled its leaves, and instantly, a strange power enveloped the man's entire body. His speed doubled in a flash, and with a flicker, he seemed to teleport, his figure vanishing.

Seeing this, Wang Lin's eyes widened sharply, a brilliant light shining within them.

"Immortal Remnant Race!"

He moved even faster, forming Hand Seals with his right hand. His internal Origin Power circulated, and he struck the Void Realm. Immediately, Origin Power permeated and merged into the emptiness, forming massive ripples of energy. Under the resulting disturbance, the air in front of him twisted, and the figure of the man who had just teleported away instantly reappeared.

The man's eyes were filled with confusion, but a moment later, his pupils constricted, and fear took hold. Before him, Wang Lin had stepped forward, standing face-to-face with him, locking eyes.

The man trembled, immediately letting out a sharp screech as he retreated again. Wang Lin frowned, grabbing at the void with his right hand. The retreating man's body stiffened instantly, as if caught by an invisible giant hand, and he was dragged back to Wang Lin's side.

Holding this person, Wang Lin was about to ask a question, but just then, his expression shifted. He turned to look and saw hundreds of long rainbows flying out from the continent. These long rainbows were of various colors, emitting a terrifying aura, and they sped directly toward Wang Lin at an extreme pace.

In almost an instant, these hundreds of long rainbows drew near, their lights dissipating a hundred zhang away from Wang Lin, revealing figures all dressed in similarly coarse cloth clothing.

Among these people, there were no women; they were all men, the vast majority of them middle-aged. They stared at Wang Lin, fear hidden in their eyes.

On their faces and exposed limbs, there were various rune marks. Especially at the center of their brows, the phantom image of a plant flickered, though for many, the leaves were retracted, making it impossible to see exactly how many there were.

An old man walked out from the crowd. He had white hair and a face full of wrinkles. He looked at Wang Lin, his eyes filled with awe, but also a hint of excitement as he swept a glance at Wang Lin's right hand.

"Immortal, since you have come here, may I ask what you require?" His manner was extremely respectful, his gaze fixed directly on Wang Lin's right hand, specifically on the beast bone pattern.

Wang Lin's expression remained as usual, but internally he was shocked. With his composure, honed by a thousand years of Dao cultivation, he could remain unperturbed. Even though he was shocked inside, he did not reveal a single shred of it on his face.

The title "Immortal" did not mean much if spoken by a Mortal, but if spoken by these people of the Immortal Remnant Race, it was entirely different!

More importantly, "Immortal" was not just an honorific. If it had been before he went to the Collection Pavilion, Wang Lin might not have associated it with anything more, but now, he could not help but think about it.

"You can tell my cultivation?" Wang Lin asked calmly.

The old man nodded, staring at Wang Lin's right hand, the excitement in his eyes intensifying, and said: "An Eighth-Rank Immortal, this lowly subject can recognize it."

Wang Lin was silent, looking at the old man. The other party called himself a "lowly subject" and his gaze fell on his right hand. This point made Wang Lin feel somewhat strange. Added to the other party's title and that look of awe, a bold thought emerged in his mind.

"Could it be… could it be that these people do not know that the Immortal Realm has already collapsed… If that is truly the case, then they must have existed here since countless years ago!"

In the silence, Wang Lin's gaze flashed, and he slowly said: "How long has it been since an Immortal came here!"

The old man's expression dimmed, and he respectfully said: "Ever since the Immortal King Xiaoyao's last Immortal decree was issued, many years have passed. As for the specific time, this lowly subject can no longer calculate it."

"Xiaoyao…" Wang Lin suddenly realized why the other party had been staring at his right hand earlier. At this moment, he raised his right hand, revealing the beast bone pattern on the back of his hand, and stared at the old man, saying: "Do you recognize this?"

The old man's eyes were filled with intense excitement, and he respectfully said: "This lowly subject naturally recognizes the Immortal King Xiaoyao's Magic Treasure, the Mother-Child Dao Wither! Since the Immortal possesses the Immortal King Xiaoyao's Magic Treasure, you must be someone close to him. Have you come here this time for the Profound Yin Cauldron?"

Wang Lin glanced at the old man, said nothing, and shifted his gaze to the continent behind him.

The old man hurriedly and respectfully said: "It is this lowly subject's lack of hospitality. Immortal, please come this way. The Spirit Immortal Fruit ripened a long time ago; I will have someone fetch it for you to taste."

With the old man leading the way, Wang Lin remained composed and followed behind. As for the other members of the Immortal Remnant Race, they remained behind, their eyes filled with awe, seemingly afraid to get too close.

The person who had previously been captured by Wang Lin was now free after Wang Lin released his Divine Ability, and the look he gave Wang Lin was one of extreme fear.

Under the old man's guidance, Wang Lin drew closer and closer to the continent, and a moment later, he was flying above it. What he saw before him was a lush, green plain.

Looking as far as the eye could see, there was no end in sight, but the scent of green grass brought by the breeze was refreshing and made one feel very comfortable. The old man did not stop, continuing to lead the way respectfully.

In the center of this plain, there was a group of seemingly extremely ancient buildings, scattered here and there. Although they were not dilapidated, they were permeated with an aura of vicissitudes.

This aura was faint, but ever since Wang Lin had gained some understanding of soul-extraction techniques, he was very sensitive to this kind of aura. When he was still a thousand zhang away from the building complex, Wang Lin's gaze flashed. He stopped in mid-flight and looked down.

The grass here did not look much different from that on the periphery, but Wang Lin's understanding of Restrictions, combined with the personal guidance of Li Yuan in the Lightning Immortal Realm, gave him a deeper understanding of them, especially some Immortal Restrictions.

At a glance, he could immediately see that outside the building complex, there was a large Formation Restriction.

The old man noticed Wang Lin's gaze and immediately said respectfully: "Immortal, this Formation was personally laid down by the Immortal King back in the day to ensure our race is not harmed by Mist Beasts."

Wang Lin did not know what a Mist Beast was, so he nodded slightly without speaking, but deep down, he had developed a strong interest in this place.

"Xiaoyaozi, the Immortal Remnant Race, and that Profound Yin Cauldron… what kind of place is this, exactly…"

As Wang Lin pondered internally, a commotion came from the distance.