Chapter 2075: The Promise
“Chi Hunzi…” Wang Lin snorted, and at this moment, everything inside and outside the new Xianjie was clearly perceived by his spiritual consciousness. He saw the arrogant face of Chi Hunzi, the young man with a faint bloodline connection by his side, and even saw the formation outside the Xianjie being corroded by blood light.
Judging from the extent of the corrosion of the formation, it should dissipate in about two days.
Back then, when Red Soul was released from his seal by Wang Lin, he was still incredibly powerful, even though he was weak. But now, when his cultivation base has been restored and he has reached the pinnacle of his power, in Wang Lin’s eyes, he is as fragile as an ant.
This ant, he can crush it countless times with one finger.
With a cold snort, Wang Lin took a step forward and disappeared within the Luo Tian star domain. As he disappeared, the light gate here also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.
When Wang Lin appeared, he was not around the Red Soul Child outside the fairy realm, but instead stepped into the new fairy realm, which he had not returned to for many years. His appearance was unnoticed by all the cultivators in the fairy realm.
Not to mention the people outside, such as the Red Soul.
The sky of the fairy world was no longer the watery blue of the past, but had become a crimson red, which looked heavy and depressing. However, apart from the color of the sky, the palaces on the earth, the rolling mountains, and the rushing rivers all outlined the beauty of the fairy world, bit by bit.
When Wang Lin left, some places were familiar to him, while others were completely unfamiliar.
Looking around, Wang Lin silently raised his right hand and waved it forward, and immediately three rays of light appeared, and in front of Wang Lin, three people appeared.
They were Xu Liguo, Liu Jinbiao, and the only disciple who had followed Wang Lin back to the cave realm, Thirteen.
Thirteen was no ordinary person. After appearing, he glanced at the nearby world and sky, and after a moment of dazedness, he immediately recovered and stood beside Wang Lin, bowing respectfully.
For him, whether it was Xiangang or the Cave Realm, as long as he could follow his master, everything would have no special significance.
In contrast, Liu Jinbiao and Xu Liguo looked a little strange. After looking around, the two of them exchanged a sly glance. Vaguely, Wang Lin sensed a sense of arrogance in the two of them.
It was as if they had returned from a big place to their hometown in a small place, extremely proud.
It was written clearly on his face: “You know, I’ve been to the Xiangang Continent! That place, boss.”
“We’re home. You guys can do whatever you want. I’m going to see an old friend.” Wang Lin looked into the distance, then slowly opened his mouth and took a step, turning into a rainbow and flying away.
Wang Lin had already scanned the entire Xianjie with his spiritual awareness the moment he had just stepped in. He had seen a lot, including Mu Bingmei.
The figure of Mu Bingmei on the mountain seemed to be going with the wind, and she looked weak. She bit her lower lip, sighed for a long time, stroked the crystal sword in her hand, and her eyes revealed a resolute look, as if she had made some kind of determination.
The sword in her hand was held tightly. After taking a glance at the blood-red sky, she turned around abruptly, as if she wanted to leave. But at the moment she turned around, Mu Bingmei suddenly shuddered all over, her eyes showing disbelief. She looked behind her, and saw a figure standing not far away, looking at her.
It was a young man in white, with white hair, who looked familiar despite being a stranger.
The two looked at each other, their gazes converging under the blood-red sky, with the mountains as the background, the mountain wind as the music, and the entire sky as the foundation.
Wang Lin looked at the woman in front of him, who was equally familiar and strange. His eyes were complicated, and this complexity had accompanied him for a long time.
In front of his eyes, he saw the bright girl from the Hengyue Sect, and the beautiful, breathtaking figure in the tomb of the Vermillion Bird.
This figure changed again and again, and in the Luo Tian star domain of that year, it stopped in the piercing scream of Wang Ping, and passed away in bitterness, until it was once again frozen in the memory of the scene that Wang Lin saw before he left the cave world.
On that day, the heavens and earth of the fairy realm were drizzling with rain. In the rain, a woman in white, like the willow catkins dancing in the rain, floated in.
In the rain, a beautiful woman holding an umbrella, with long black hair, like a painting, more like a fairy, as if her arrival, making the world quiet, only the sound of the rain, with a strange power, making people forget everything, and even more beautiful figure, as if covered with a layer of misty rain.
“If I’m still in the world, I’ll come back.” Wang Lin looked at the woman in front of him. Her figure and memory overlapped and slowly melted in his eyes.
Mu Bingmei dared not believe what she saw. She was completely stunned. In a trance, the figure of Wang Lin in white clothes and white hair became deeper and deeper in her heart, merging with her memories. In the end, it melted in her heart as well.
She vaguely saw the only young man in the crowd who was not obsessed with his own beauty thousands of years ago in the Hengyue Sect on the Zhuque Star.
She saw the figure in the tomb of the Vermillion Bird, who had stopped in his tracks and looked at her coldly.
And in the Luotian star domain, the man who let out a mournful cry after learning about what his clone had done, and his sad eyes.
In the end, the picture in front of her eyes was fixed on the day the other person left the cave world. On that day, the rain was pouring, adding a few more hints of parting.
In the rain, the figure of the other party was very strange, strange enough to make her heart ache. At that moment of pain, the other party’s indifference seemed to have softened. She knew that it was because of the parting, because after this, there might be no more time to return.
“If I were still in the world, I would welcome you…” Mu Bingmei bit her lower lip, her eyes full of tears, and tears flowed down her eyes. After Wang Lin left the cave world, she had never been as fragile as she was now.
Wang Lin looked at this beautiful woman and smiled gently. He sighed softly and walked over to stand next to Mu Bingmei, looking at the blood-red sky together.
“After leaving the cave world, on the Xiangang continent, I always wanted to say something to you. Now that I’m back, I have someone to listen to me.” Wang Lin looked at the sky and spoke softly.
Mu Bingmei stood next to Wang Lin and whispered, “I still can’t believe it. I don’t know what to say.”
Even after hearing Wang Lin’s words, she still felt a strong sense of tension. This feeling, for the Kunxu Holy Maiden, the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Realm, who has always been strong, is extremely rare. In this world, apart from Wang Lin, there seems to be no other man who can make her feel so anxious.
Perhaps if there is anyone else, it would be Wang Ping.
Her right hand held the sword, and her left hand unconsciously clutched the corner of her clothes, her fingers turning pale.
“Liu Mei…” Wang Lin withdrew his gaze from the blood-red sky and looked at Mu Bingmei beside him, saying softly.
“Don’t say it, I don’t want to hear it!” Mu Bingmei’s heart trembled, her face instantly turned pale, the sword in her right hand fell to the ground, and she stumbled back. At this moment, she looked so helpless and fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
The expression on her face was beautiful and sad, and the tears matched it, revealing a kind of compassion that made people unable to remain indifferent.
“I don’t want to hear it, Wang Lin, I… I don’t want to hear it…” More tears welled up in Mu Bingmei’s eyes, and the teardrops flowed down her cheeks and onto her clothes.
Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei, at her fragile appearance and the helpless look in her eyes, and he sighed.
“I came back this time not only to see an old friend, but also to settle things with you. I have found a way to resurrect Wan’er. When I leave here again, it will be to resurrect her.”
Mu Bingmei was in tears. With her intelligence, she could not help but understand what Wang Lin was going to say. Her face was pale and bitter.
“Liu Mei, let the past be the past… I am also responsible for the mistakes of that year… Let’s just leave all of this in our memories and seal it away… You once told me that you wanted to meet Wang Ping…
I will fulfill your wish when I return. Wang Ping needs a mother too. I will use the Dream Path technique to take you, me, and Ping through a cycle of reincarnation, ending… so that Ping can see his mother and you have no regrets, and I… have no regrets either. Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei and spoke softly.
Mu Bingmei was silent for a long time. She wiped away her tears, looked at Wang Lin with a complex expression, and nodded gently.
“Accompany me in a dream to the mortal world, and after a hundred years of reincarnation, end everything… So now, you are my husband, right.” Mu Bingmei muttered.
Wang Lin closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he nodded.
Mu Bingmei’s face revealed a smile, a smile with tears. She walked forward gently, reached out to Wang Lin, and embraced him, her head falling into his arms.
Wang Lin gently hugged Mu Bingmei, and the fragrance of the other person’s body seemed intoxicating.
This was the first time they could truly say they had embraced each other, the first time they had put aside all their complicated emotions and used a hundred years of reincarnation to end the strange feelings of that wrong or ill-fated relationship.
The two of them, on this mountain peak, under the blood-red sky, time gradually passed. When a day later, the blood-red sky was even more intense, and even appeared a fine crack, as if it could collapse at any time, Wang Lin took Mu Bingmei and left the mountain peak, walking into the distance.