Chapter 1570 – Falling Leaves and Finding Roots

Standing on that heavenly ladder, Wang Lin looked down to the Vermilion Bird Star, this star has been unfamiliar, that the mountains and rivers seem to have changed a lot, vaguely not the appearance of the past.

The ground was green, but the grass was filled with grass, with the wind blowing high in the sky, there seemed to be a hidden fragrance filling the sky and earth.

“Fun, here how to get so good-looking, you see that there is a mountain statue, haha, this mountain statue is not well done ah, too rough, not as good as the mudman pinched by this king.” That madman clapped his hands and laughed.

In front of that master and disciple four people were originally looking solemn, standing on the heavenly ladder towards the stone statue in front of them, hearing that madman’s words and laughter, except for that old man, his disciples have turned back to look at angrily, with contempt in their eyes.

This mountain statue, it is that and the heavenly ladder connected to the peak, this peak is the highest peak of the Vermilion Bird Star, was people with great magical powers of art, hard to the mountain as a body, sketched out a huge statue, this statue is engraved with a long robe wearing a cultivator, this cultivator’s left hand strangling, right hand in the middle of the holding a huge heavenly axe, look up at the sky, its look through an invisible majesty, seems to want to fight with the sky!

The heavenly ladder connection, is this mountain statue of the bottom, so that, wherever the Vermilion Bird Star pilgrimage practitioners, will be the first time to see this huge mountain statue, and in the step into the star, because of the difference between the height of the gap, with the distance closer and closer, that the pressure due to the height of the reason will be more and more strong, all over the cultivators, will be vibration of the heart and soul, as in the worship in the forward march.

This statue is engraved, it is Wang Lin!

It is the Wang Lin of the first battle in the Sea of Clouds!

Only this statue’s face was slightly blurred for some reason, so it was hard for outsiders to see it carefully.

“This statue is the image of Feng Zun’s first battle in the Sea of Clouds back then, when he killed the old ancestor of the Fire Sparrow Clan, the Nanzhao Shangren, and then stood at the gap in the boundary sealing formation, fighting off an army of invading cultivators from outside the realm with the strength of one person, so that 10,000 people didn’t dare to take a step forward!” That old man’s words were permeated with vicissitudes, causing the three disciples behind him to turn back and pay homage to the statue.

“After the first battle, the name of Feng Zun was hefty in the realm, and people learned that he came from this Vermilion Bird Star, and was spontaneously formed by the cultivators in my realm, under the auspices of a few great aptitude seniors, and with the approval of the Vermilion Bird Star’s Zhou Wutai, they took this highest mountain and made it into a statue of Feng Zun.” The old man’s voice echoed.

Wang Lin silently looked at the statue, gently shook his head, and sighed darkly, he vaguely remembered that the mountain peak here back then belonged to the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, and was the holy land of the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, but now, it had changed.

This kind of change, Wang Lin did not want to see, he took a step forward and led the lunatic far away, disappearing in front of that master and disciple four, until they were far away, one of the youths among those three disciples, laughed coldly.

“Such a vulgar person is also worthy of coming to Pilgrimage Fengzun’s hometown!”

The two of his fellow disciples beside him nodded their heads and looked angrily at the distant backs of Wang Lin’s duo.

“The two of him will definitely be punished for mouthing off in this Vermillion Bird Star, so let’s see how they will be driven out of this star in a sorry state then.”

Wang Lin walked slowly in the sky, looking at the earth below, more and more unfamiliar, this unfamiliar, let him look more lonely, as if everything in heaven and earth has changed, only his heart, or as old, but in the context of this change, but it is so lonely and withdrawn, out of place.

“Changed too much …… already have no sense of home ……” Wang Lin silent, very hard to find even a trace of the year’s familiar, just his eyes fell on the earth, as he moved forward. But it was never seen.

Vermilion Bird Star, a long time ago, many cultivation country, has also been all changed, the whole Vermilion Bird Star cultivators became a country, even the sects are also from the year’s barge, became today’s Vermilion Bird Star nine big sects.

These nine big clans occupy the vast majority of the Vermilion Bird Star’s territory.

Wang Lin in the forward, saw the year of soul refining, in the past the benevolent face of the recluse is still in the memory, but this soul refining is located, has already changed.

The mountain has disappeared, became a lake, the lake around many attic, bursts of spiritual fluctuations out, another sect.

Situ Nan is here to awaken, that one let the sky does not rain overbearing words, is still echoing in the ears of Wang Lin, but right now, but can not find any familiar atmosphere.

The Troll Clan of the past, which appeared within Wang Lin’s gaze as he traveled forward, had also changed. The entire region where the Troll Clan was located had become a grassland, and there were some nomadic mortals on that grassland, wearing simple clothes or bare-chested, walking with their flocks of sheep in a burst of joyful and loud songs.

There were also a few big sturdy dogs within that flock, barking from time to time between runs, interspersed in the magnificent song, but without any disharmony, instead, they blended together and reverberated languidly.

“Here …… also changed ……” Wang Lin melancholy stranger fall, bewildered in this heaven and earth to walk slowly, madman in the back of Wang Lin, rare silence, he can see from the back of the Wang Lin He could tell from Wang Lin’s back that he was intensely lonely, and vaguely, he was also homesick.

The snowy country, after a long time appeared in front of Wang Lin, that previous snow-covered, like silver wrapped earth, at this moment there was also no more.

That snow has long melted, here, became a dense jungle, no longer have the year a trace of the look, even then a city, were pushed down to become in the jungle, buried in the ruins of the years.

Together with the buried, there is that a special mortal city, where recorded Wang Lin nearly a hundred years of time, and that a mortal child called Zeng Niu, gradually grew up all the traces.

Staring blankly at the jungle below, Wang Lin’s heart is very difficult, there is a kind of indescribable feeling, he vaguely felt that this is no longer his home …….

This Vermilion Bird Star, he couldn’t find any familiarity anymore.

There is no more familiarity, only memories remain, as a wanderer who has been out for many years, returns to his hometown in his old age only to find that everything here is so unfamiliar, unfamiliar that makes him want to cry, unfamiliar that makes him sad, unfamiliar that makes him unable to find …… home.

Wang Lin had returned to the Vermilion Bird Star before, and had also seen the changes, but not like today, almost turning the world upside down, this change was too sudden, so that he could not and could not come to adapt. He did not even dare to go to spread out his divine sense, to see all of this Vermilion Bird Star at once, to go to Zhao, to go to his parents’ tomb ……

He was afraid to continue to see strangeness there, to continue to see the shadow that made him lonely, that made him only have memories, the loneliness without a home.

He was equally afraid to look at that Cultivation Sea cave where he had once lived with Li Muwan, afraid to look at that valley with its cozy warmth, he was afraid that even these, too, would be lost.

Looking at the jungle below, Wang Lin silently walked into it, seemed to want to look for something, and finally in the dense forest, he set aside the leaves in front of him, facing the sunlight, saw the wreckage of a city.

A few small beasts in the city wreckage full of weeds, in that a collapsed house within the shuttle. With Wang Lin’s arrival, these small beasts seemed to be frightened and ran away.

Wang Lin walked within the wreckage of the city, looking for, he vaguely seems to have a trace of familiarity, vaguely as if to grasp that trace of familiarity, but a moment later, this trace of familiarity is a silent collapse, he stared blankly at the wreckage of the front of a huge pit, it is the deep pit, gave up his just rise of familiarity, buried the street where he lived in the year.

After freezing there for a long time, Wang Lin sighed lightly and turned around to walk away.

He went to the Cultivation Demon Sea, the entire Cultivation Demon Sea was no longer there, back then, even though the fog had dissipated, there was still a huge basin that was still preserved, and now it had even been filled in and had become the mountain gate area of one of the nine great sects.

That cave where he and Li Muwan lived back then was naturally also gone, Wang Lin looked at all of this from the sky, and his heart stung. He had wanted to take a look at the cave, at the huge dragon body, and at the place where he had left Li Muwan’s heart and blood back then.

Grimly, he turned around.

Unconsciously, Wang Lin came to the valley that had once made him feel cozy and accompanied Li Muwan as she slowly aged in red, and there, too, was the place where Zhou Ru grew up.

Only, even this place, has all been erased and become an inland sea, very beautiful, very beautiful, only to give Wang Lin an even more piercing pain ……

“This place is gone too ……”

With all the changes in the Vermilion Bird Star, it looked countless more beautiful than it did back then, but such beauty was only the appearance, and such a Vermilion Bird Star was never what he, Wang Lin, wanted!

The world just knows that this is his Fengzun’s hometown, and wants to transform this place into a holy place, but they don’t understand that such a holy place is empty, is it what Wang Lin wants ……

All of this is just external floating dust, Wang Lin is not the kind of pompous cultivator who cares about appearances and personal fame, he is an ordinary person, a small cultivator who remains the same even after becoming a Seal Dignitary.

He just wants a home, wants a hometown that allows him to be calm, to be able to silently recall, he just wants to go to find even a trace, even a little bit of familiarity, so that this familiarity to give him two thousand years of cold cultivation of the warmth, just a warm ……

But now, this warmth has become a luxury, he wants to find, but all the way, but can not find a little.

Loneliness, loneliness. Wang Lin turned around, confused, looked at the madman following behind him, and said softly, “Why is this ……”

“This king thinks it’s quite beautiful, huh ……” that lunatic grinned and giggled.

Wang Lin was silent, he looked at the sky, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh, took a step forward, and took the lunatic out of here, and went to the …… real home that he dared not go to, and dared not look at, in the past, in the country of Zhao!

In the sky, Wang Lin looked at the Zhao country below, and there was a blur in his eyes.

“Here, it hasn’t changed …….”

In front of the world, he was a Feng Zun, revered by ten thousand cultivators, but at the moment, he was just a wanderer who had returned home, he was just an old man who wanted to see familiar traces of the past ……

Below him, within that Zhao country, an old man, three young men and four cultivators had likewise come here.

“This place, is the place where Feng Zun grew up as a child ……” That old voice, slowly echoed.