Chapter 883: Alliance Secrets, Summoning Rain

"What 'Killing Attendant Yu Fei'? Xu Mu, do you take this old man for a three-year-old child, fabricating a name, let alone a 'Killing Domain Realm'?!" The old man's gaze was gloomy as he shouted.

Wang Lin's expression was calm; he didn't even glance at the old man, instead casting his gaze upon Yan Leizi.

Yan Leizi stared at Wang Lin, the coldness on his face slowly softening as he said, "The Cultivation Alliance indeed has a Killing Domain Realm, and it indeed has two Soul Killing Attendants. But how can you prove that the Killing Attendant Yu Fei died by your hand?"

As soon as Yan Leizi spoke, the old man beside him immediately fell silent.

Wang Lin's face was expressionless. He patted his Storage Pouch, and immediately, the half-severed branch of the Heaven and Earth Thunder Tree appeared in his hand, with arcs of lightning still flickering around it. Holding this object, Wang Lin tossed it forward, sending it straight towards Yan Leizi.

Amidst the thunderous roar, this half-severed branch neared Yan Leizi. It was caught by Yan Leizi's right hand in front of him. He examined it carefully and immediately recognized it as one of the supreme treasures within the Killing Domain Realm back then. With his cultivation, he immediately sensed the clash of two forces on it. One force was clearly Wang Lin's, and the other, he clearly detected an overwhelming Evil Qi!

"That's right, it's the Killing Domain Sword Qi of a Vice Venerable-level person from the Killing Domain Realm!" Yan Leizi's gaze towards Wang Lin was filled with admiration.

He glanced at the Heaven and Earth Thunder Branch in his hand, then flicked it back to Wang Lin with a smile. "Good, Xu Mu. You can Cultivate here in peace. In a month, once the Luotian reinforcements arrive, you will join the army and advance directly into the northern part of this Alliance!"

Wang Lin's demeanor was respectful; he cupped his fists and affirmed.

Yan Leizi laughed heartily, giving Big Head a meaningful look from afar, then turned and departed, stepping into the Void Realm. As for the old man beside him, he hastily followed behind.

As the two walked, their figures soon vanished into the distance.

Wang Lin's expression was normal, but inwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief. When he first arrived in the western part of this Alliance, before entering Luotian's sphere of influence, he had already made his plans. Thus, during his battle with Yu Fei, he ultimately took the risk to retrieve that half-severed Heaven and Earth Thunder Tree branch, all for the sake of gaining trust.

In the starry sky, Yan Leizi's expression swept away his previous satisfaction, becoming emotionless, showing no signs of joy or anger. The old man beside him, whose heart stirred at this moment, immediately said, "Hall Master, I think this Xu Mu is clearly lying. Moreover, that Big Head boy is also one of the Heavenly Dippers, yet he is clearly controlled by Xu Mu! In my opinion…"

Yan Leizi turned and gave the old man a cold glance. At this glance, the old man immediately trembled, and his mind shook, causing him to swallow the latter half of his sentence.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yan Leizi walked step by step into the Void Realm.

"This Xu Mu… is not simple! There are four forces in his glabella, and with my cultivation, I can only discern one of them. Clearly, the force I can perceive is the weakest among them!" Yan Leizi pondered as he walked through the starry sky.

The force he could perceive dispelled Yan Leizi's original thoughts. He sighed inwardly; he was familiar with that power. To be precise, it was a Vermilion Bird mark.

Only at his level of cultivation could one see that mark on the glabella.

"This Xu Mu wasn't this strange before returning to the Alliance; it was only after disappearing for some time that he became peculiar… Vermilion Bird mark… That person had a kindness towards me back then, so be it!" Yan Leizi shook his head, and with a single step, he and the old man beside him vanished from their spot.

The news of Xu Mu's return spread rapidly in a very short time. After all, Xu Mu's name was renowned in Luotian, and soon, almost all Luotian Cultivators knew that Xu Mu had returned.

The most vexed among them was Xu Ting. After hearing the news, he was silent for a moment, then immediately led his team of Cultivators out to scout ahead and find a Cultivation Planet to vent his inexplicable anger.

As for Wang Lin, his Barbarian Star was perhaps in its rainy season, with continuous rain covering half the planet, creating a pervasive mist. From afar, the heavens and earth seemed fragmented by the rain, and even one's gaze appeared distorted, unable to penetrate the falling water.

On the ground, the dust had dissipated, merging with the rainwater to form washed-out gullies. As the rain fell, some particles of mud and sand were carried by the water, moving forward.

On the plants, leaves made pattering sounds as raindrops struck them. The rainwater flowed down the edges of the branches and leaves, gathering at the lowest point, resembling lines falling like a silver river.

Many Vicious Beasts sought their own habitats, avoiding the rain disaster. Only some small aquatic beasts would traverse through the rainwater during this continuous rainy season.

In the mist, the mountain peak where Wang Lin resided stood upright. At the summit, Big Head stared blankly at the endless rain covering the world, completely silent.

The Restriction on the mountain peak did not deliberately stop the rain from falling, so the summit was also enveloped in rain. Looking at the rain, Big Head recalled his childhood. Back then, he, too, would often stare blankly at the falling rain during the rainy season.

He still remembered that when he was expelled from his Family, it was also such a rainy night. In his confusion, he was pushed out of the house and fell into the mud. At that time, his face still held a foolish smile, but this smile was somewhat sorrowful.

Lying in the mud, his clothes soaked by raindrops, he looked up at the sky where lightning occasionally flashed and thunder rumbled. Big Head felt a deep pain in his heart.

He knew his appearance was unattractive, so to avoid being disliked, he always faced everything with a smile. Even when his mother annoyingly beat him, he still forced a smile. Even when his older and younger siblings bullied him, he still smiled.

Yet, despite all this, the outcome remained the same. On that rainy night, his smile gradually faded, and with a bewildered look, he staggered away into the rain.

His body was very small, as if he could collapse at any moment amidst the booming thunder.

Big Head touched his chest, glanced at Tasan and Leiji in the distance, and then looked at Wang Lin. For some reason, a warmth bloomed in his heart.

In his mind, he would forever remember that a few days ago, when he was in despair and about to self-detonate, a pair of hands pulled him out of that life-and-death crisis, and a figure occupied his entire world.

Leiji also gazed at the rain, comprehending his innate Divine Ability. In this relatively quiet environment, he unconsciously recalled scenes from his past.

Forced to leave the Giant Demon Star, filled with hatred, accompanied by his clansmen, they escaped the Giant Demon Star and wandered aimlessly through the starry sky.

At that time, he was very lost. His heart was filled with a sea of blood, but he was powerless to overturn the heavens.

He had no choice but to leave his homeland; even a moment's delay would mean never having the chance to step out of the Giant Demon Star again.

In his confusion, he led his clansmen to the Vermilion Bird Star. At that time, the Vermilion Bird Son of the Vermilion Bird Star was named Ye Wuyou. Under Ye Wuyou's leadership, many Cultivators gathered around him, engaging in a great battle against the native inhabitants of the planet, the Immortal Remnant Race, who were skilled in using runes!

What was once a planet rich in spiritual Qi was, during this great war, forcibly turned into a half-wasteland. Beside Ye Wuyou, there was another person Leiji greatly disliked. He remembered that person seemed to be named Situ Nan.

This person was extremely arrogant, and his actions were almost Demonic Path. In comparison, he preferred Ye Wuyou. The arrival of their Giant Demon Race was met with a grand welcome by Ye Wuyou, who unhesitatingly carved out large tracts of land, forming a self-governing nation, and gifted it to him.

And this land was not close to the Immortal Remnant Race, but rather very far away, in an extremely safe location.

Feeling unable to repay him, he could only pick up his Battle Axe and, alone, charge into the Immortal Remnant Race, fighting several people and taking their heads to repay Ye Wuyou!

Looking back on his past, Leiji was deeply moved. He was not as guileless as he appeared on the surface; on the contrary, his schemes ran very deep. Tens of thousands of years of experience had shown him too many things, but he had been confined by the Corpse Yin Sect for so long that his mind had become somewhat blurry.

Precisely because his schemes were deep, Leiji unhesitatingly agreed to become Wang Lin's mount. Furthermore, through repeated secret observations, he realized that by following Wang Lin, he might one day return to the Giant Demon Star and exact his revenge!

Especially in the previous battle, under Wang Lin's Ancient God's roar, his mind was greatly shaken. At that moment, all his schemes collapsed, leaving only a will from the depths of his Soul, from his ancestral Legacy, to submit to the will of the person who let out that roar.

It was also at that moment that his idea of following Wang Lin truly solidified.

"Just being a mount won't garner much attention. Everything still depends on my Giant Demon Race's Divine Ability!" Thinking this, Leiji closed his eyes, continuing to immerse himself in his innate Divine Ability.

Wang Lin sat cross-legged as rain fell from the sky, drenching him. Threads of chilliness entered his body with the rain. He slowly breathed, and his Divine Sense spread out, centering on the mountain peak beneath him, permeating the surroundings.

At this moment, his Divine Sense transformed into countless strands, attempting to merge into the rainwater. However, each time his Divine Sense just merged, the rainwater would fall to the earth and dissipate, and his Divine Sense would also scatter at that moment.

Round and round it went. The rain of this world seemed to offer no resistance to Wang Lin's Divine Sense, but precisely because there was no resistance, under the influence of the world's power, the rainwater fell and dissipated—something Wang Lin could not prevent.

Through continuous merging, Wang Lin gradually became immersed within it. Suddenly, in his ears, it was as if he heard a realization he had made a long, long time ago.

"This rain is born in the heavens and dies on the earth. The process in between is life. The reason I look at this rainwater, not the heavens, not the earth, and not even the rain itself, but rather the rain's entire life… this is life and death!"

Wang Lin's body suddenly trembled. He abruptly opened his eyes, staring at the rain in front of him, and muttered to himself, "Life and death are already clear. All that remains is the Origin of the rainwater…"