“The Demon Spirit Land requires some preparations before it opens. This matter is of great importance, and we must each invite some friends to enter before we can finally gain access to that Immortal Cave. During this time, you should wait here with peace of mind.” Heavenly Fate Child’s expression remained normal, showing not a hint of joy or anger. After speaking calmly, he flicked his sleeve, and a white cloud immediately appeared beneath his feet, upon which he stepped and departed.

"The Purple Forest Pavilion has always been reserved for you." From afar, Heavenly Fate Child's ethereal voice drifted over.

Wang Lin gazed at the sky where Heavenly Fate Child had departed, a look of contemplation flashing in his eyes.

"Ling Tianhou's actions carry deep meaning! Even during our battle, he did not unleash his full power, not even when using his final Divine Ability…" Wang Lin could not guess everything regarding Ling Tianhou's intentions, but he could roughly discern a few things.

"As for this Heavenly Fate Child… I cannot see through him…" Regarding Heavenly Fate Child, Wang Lin could never fathom his true inner thoughts. Even if he detected some clues through the slightest traces, in the blink of an eye, those clues seemed to have other interpretations, making everything a mystery.

"I cannot see through him." Wang Lin sighed inwardly. A layer of mist always shrouded Heavenly Fate Child. He always had a feeling that every time he saw Heavenly Fate Child, he seemed different.

In reality, Wang Lin had previously guessed that Heavenly Fate Child would make such arrangements for his arrival. But when truly facing Heavenly Fate Child, although his actions were exactly as Wang Lin had expected, he felt something was wrong.

Everything was simply too smooth, as if these events were all unfolding exactly as Wang Lin had imagined in his heart.

Frowning, Wang Lin looked around at the familiar Tian Yun Sect. After a moment of silence, he walked toward the former Purple Forest Pavilion. There was only one path from the plaza leading to the Purple Lineage mountain peak. This mountain path was a deep, secluded trail of steps, with towering rocks on both sides and dense greenery permeating the surroundings.

At this moment, the setting sun was out. As the mountain breeze blew, it brought a chill, while simultaneously carrying the rustling sound of swaying leaves. Even the sound of flowing water from afar was carried on the wind.

Wang Lin had walked this path in the past. Now, having been away for hundreds of years and stepping onto it again, he felt deeply moved.

"Everything seems to have not changed at all from the past…" Wang Lin's pace was not fast as he walked slowly forward.

As he walked, at the end of the path ahead, a man and a woman wearing blue robes approached while speaking in low voices. These two Cultivators were not of high cultivation, only at the Nascent Soul Transformation stage.

Along with the wind, their words drifted over.

"Junior Sister, I heard that the Ghost Eye Market will open again in seven days. Many Fellow Daoists have already rushed over these past few days."

"Ghost Eye Market? Is that the market that became famous overnight for auctioning a Celestial Spell?" The woman's voice was filled with surprise.

"That's right, that's the Ghost Eye Market. That Celestial Spell from back then caused a huge sensation. It is said that even a few Old Monsters with unfathomable cultivation personally went there for the sake of this Celestial Spell. A Celestial Spell, ah! With our status, we can only obtain incomplete ones, and only Low Grade ones at that. It is said that the Celestial Spell from back then was a rare, complete version! With the Ghost Eye Market opening again this time, it is said that a mysterious item will be auctioned."

"Sigh, what does this have to do with us? Any item in that Ghost Eye Market has an unimaginably high price. Moreover, entering that place requires an invitation qualification."

"It doesn't matter. We don't have the qualifications to enter the auction area, but we can still enter the free trade zone within the Ghost Eye Market." The blue-robed man said, taking a Jade Slip from his Storage Pouch. The Jade Slip was pitch black, with only a feature in the center that looked like an eye, emitting waves of red light, looking very eerie.

"A Ghost Eye Invitation Slip!" The woman's eyes lit up.

The blue-robed man was about to speak in a proud manner when his expression suddenly froze as he looked ahead, seeing Wang Lin walking down from above.

The woman noticed her Senior Brother's abnormality and looked up, also seeing Wang Lin.

Given their cultivation, they had not detected Wang Lin's presence at all before this.

Wang Lin's expression was gentle. After approaching the two Cultivators, he glanced at the blue-robed man, smiled slightly, and said, "Senior Brother Li, I trust you have been well."

"You… you…" The blue-robed man stared blankly like a wooden chicken. He had just returned to the Tian Yun Sect and did not know that Wang Lin had returned. He had felt Wang Lin looked very familiar when he first saw him, and couldn't help but be stunned. But hearing Wang Lin's words now, his body trembled.

"Wang Lin!!" The blue-robed man retreated a few steps, his eyes filled with horror.

Wang Lin smiled. He did not know the name of this blue-robed youth, only that his surname was Li. He had met him once in the Tian Yun Sect back in the day, and vaguely remembered that the look this person had given him back then was full of sarcasm and disdain.

Looking at him today, his cultivation had also increased, reaching the Middle Stage from the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul Transformation.

No longer looking at this man surnamed Li, Wang Lin walked between the two of them and gradually moved away.

"Senior Brother, his name is Wang Lin? This name sounds somewhat familiar…" The woman turned to look at Wang Lin's back, asking with confusion.

"This Wang Lin actually returned! He can appear here, so Master cannot be unaware. Could it be that he has been forgiven by Master for his past matters! Just now, I could not see any fluctuations of spiritual energy on him at all; he was like a Mortal. But the moment he walked past me, my mind was shaken, and the spiritual energy in my body seemed to tremble in fear of this person, almost collapsing." The blue-robed youth turned pale and pulled his Junior Sister away quickly.

"Senior Brother, what is wrong with you?" The woman was very confused.

"His name is Wang Lin, he was the seventh of our Tian Yun Sect's Purple Lineage. Junior Sister, have you not remembered yet!" The blue-robed man said hurriedly.

The woman froze, and her expression immediately changed.

"Could it be that Devil Head Wang Lin who was rumored to have caused monstrous massacres in the Demon Spirit Land, causing rivers of blood to flow, and eventually escaped even after being pursued by Master and many Seniors!!"

In the distance, Wang Lin smiled bitterly. Gossip is fearful; matters concerning him had gradually changed over these few hundred years of rumors. Sighing inwardly, Wang Lin walked out of the Tian Yun Sect gate along the path.

Before him stood a mountain peak that pierced the clouds. The peak was shrouded in mist and permeated with purple light. This was the place where the Purple Lineage Disciples lived.

Tian Yun Sect, Purple Peak.

Gazing at the familiar mountain peak, Wang Lin felt a sense of trance before his eyes. He seemed to see himself from the past, a youth who had just arrived here from the Vermilion Bird Star, walking up the mountain step by step, and establishing himself here step by step.

In the silence, a mountain breeze blew. The wind in the mountains was somewhat icy. Although it did not chill to the bone, it still carried away much warmth when blowing on his face, leaving only coldness behind.

On Purple Peak, many plants and trees were planted, swaying in the wind. Looking from afar, one could not tell if the mountain was moving or if his heart was moved.

Stepping into the mountain breeze, Wang Lin walked upward. The steps swayed as if they led straight into the nine heavens. Wang Lin's pace was slow as he gradually ascended to the mountain top. Along the way, he did not encounter any Cultivators, only the wailing sound of the wind passing by his side.

Apart from the sound of the wind, there was no other sound. The mountain top remained unchanged, just as it was in the past. A corner of an exquisite pavilion in the distance was visible. Looking closely, one could see a vertical plaque on the pavilion, with only one character exposed on it.

Purple!

As Wang Lin moved forward, the exposed corner was slowly covered again. Until he walked past the obstructing objects, what was revealed before Wang Lin was the familiar pavilion from the past.

Purple Forest Pavilion!

"I still remember that in the past, this place was named Purple Cloud Pavilion…" Wang Lin stood silently for a while, then pushed open the door of the Purple Forest Pavilion. A musty smell rushed toward his face.

The furnishings in the room were the same as in the past, with no changes. If there was any, it was the endless dust. Whether it was the table, the wooden chair, or the bed, everything was covered in dust.

The oil lamp on the table had long since run out of oil and dried up.

Wang Lin raised his finger and lightly traced it across the table, immediately leaving a deep mark on the dust-covered surface. Looking at the dust on his finger, Wang Lin waved his hand forward.

Immediately, a gentle wind swept across. This wind appeared out of thin air in front of Wang Lin. As it blew over the table, it raised a large amount of dust, then passed over the wooden chair, the bed, and every part of the room upstairs and downstairs, as if a storm had appeared within the pavilion.

But what was strange was that the storm only swept away the dust; all other objects remained unmoved in this wind, and even the paper windows did not make a single sound of being blown by the wind.

After a few breaths, Wang Lin held his palm upward and gripped the Void Realm.

At this instant, the storm within the pavilion seemed to undergo a reversal of time, immediately condensing from all directions toward Wang Lin's palm. In an instant, the storm within the pavilion was gone.

In Wang Lin's palm, a dark gray Vortex appeared, containing all the dust from the pavilion.

With a casual wave of his right hand, the windows in the pavilion opened on their own. The dark gray Vortex floated out of the window and disappeared, as if sweeping away all these hundreds of years of time and depositing all the past memories. Everything in the room immediately became brand new. At this time, the sky outside darkened as the sun set.

Inside the room, it was even darker, making Wang Lin's figure look somewhat blurry. Sighing softly, he walked to the side to the purple wooden cabinet. He remembered this place; it was where the lamp oil was stored in the past. After opening it, he indeed saw a small bottle containing a small amount of brownish lamp oil.

After adding the lamp oil to the oil lamp, Wang Lin pointed at the lamp. Immediately, a flame flickered, and with a whoosh, it lit up, dispelling the darkness in the room.

However, the moment the lamp was lit, a mountain breeze blew in from outside through the window, causing the flame to immediately sway and change, making Wang Lin's shadow in the room appear as if it were distorted.

"Hmm?" Wang Lin's expression shifted. He stared at the swaying, changing flame, and it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind; his eyes suddenly burst with a sharp light!

"The wind blows, and the flame changes, unpredictable in the wind, unable to distinguish which one is its original appearance… I understand! Heavenly Fate Child is just like this flame. The reason I feel that every time I see him he is different is precisely because this person is changing at every moment. It is as if one person has thousands of Clones, and these thousands of Clones are all within one Physical Body at the same time. Every moment, these Clones are alternating… Therefore, Heavenly Fate Child gives me that feeling of being unfathomable!"

Wang Lin gazed at the swaying flame. In the firelight, his expression was illuminated, shifting between light and shadow, but his eyes were filled with realization.

There are important matters at home today, but I will not stop or reduce the updates. The second chapter will be a bit later, I will try to deliver it before 8-9 o'clock. Please forgive me, it is an unexpected event that could not be predicted.