Chapter 2080: What is the truth?
Mu Bingmei left.
She left the cave and the Zhuque Star, but she was not alone. Next to her was a man in white, with white hair and an ordinary appearance, but he exuded an indescribable aura that was very comfortable. He held Mu Bingmei’s hand, as if he had been holding it during the reincarnation in the dream world, and would not let go.
He vaguely heard Mu Bingmei’s words in the sky.
“Are you… a clone or the original?”
“I am Wang Lin, I am by your side.” Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei and spoke softly.
Mu Bingmei looked at Wang Lin, and gradually, a smile appeared on her face. It was a beautiful smile, and she was very happy.
As they disappeared into the distance, leaving the Zhuque Star, they were lost to sight…
As they disappeared into the sky in a rainbow, on the ground, in a place they could not see, Wang Lin stood there, watching them go, with a smile on his face.
Whether it was a clone or the original, only Wang Lin knew the answer.
Perhaps the one who left with Mu Bingmei was Wang Lin’s clone, and the one who stayed behind to watch them was his true self. But perhaps… it was the other way around!
There is no answer.
Shisanzi also left. His whole life was spent following in Wang Lin’s footsteps. Now, Wang Lin has let him fly alone. The bird has grown up and must face the wind and rain alone. Only in this way can it truly grow into a man who stands tall and upright.
They are all gone… Only Wang Lin remains on the Zhuque Star. Before entering the dream with Liu Mei, he went to worship his parents. Now, after another worship, he came to the house where he lived with Li Muwan.
The valley that had been lost in the passage of time, but was restored to its original state by him.
In that valley, Wang Lin settled down and lived with Li Muwan, experiencing the ordinary in the passage of time. He held Li Muwan in his arms and counted the reincarnations together, as if he had been doing so for a long, long time.
In solitude, he immersed himself in the peace of his heart and experienced warmth.
As the years passed, in the spring, when all things revived, Wang Lin planted many flowers and plants in the valley. He watched the flowers bloom, watched the summer rain fall, watched the autumn wind play the song of the years, and watched the snowflakes drift in from the winter sky.
Wang Lin has always been with Li Muwan. It seems that there is a sound of a zither in his ears, as if he has traveled thousands of years into the past.
Ten years, ten years, ten years… In this peaceful valley, Wang Lin lived for seventy years.
He stayed with Li Muwan, forgetting everything here. He did not consider his own cultivation, did not consider the perception of the origin, did not consider all the plots and twists and turns of life. In his eyes, there was only Li Muwan, in his mind, there was only this figure, and in his ears, there was only the sound of the zither, which circled in the years.
In the second hundred years after returning to the cave world, the valley where Wang Lin lived welcomed a guest. This guest was a bald man whose appearance was the same as it had been back then, without the slightest change.
He came from the heavens and earth, and stood outside the valley for a long time, watching the flowers blooming in the valley, the wooden house in the sea of flowers, and the lonely figure sitting cross-legged in front of the wooden house.
The man sighed lightly, and his expression revealed a sense of melancholy.
In his hand, he carried a wine flask. He sighed, walked into the valley, passed through the sea of flowers, and came to Wang Lin’s side. He looked at Wang Lin for a long time, and then sat cross-legged opposite Wang Lin.
Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked up at the bald man in front of him. A smile slowly appeared on his face.
“You’re here.”
The bald man nodded in silence.
“Can’t you forget it…” After a long time, the bald man handed the wine bottle to Wang Lin and took out another one for himself. He took a big sip and some of the wine dripped down his mouth and onto his clothes.
“I never wanted to forget, so how could I forget?” Wang Lin took the wine pot and took a sip.
“You are torturing yourself.” The bald man looked at Wang Lin with a complex expression.
“Torture?” Wang Lin muttered, drinking the wine and not continuing to speak.
“Give up… you won’t succeed. If you keep going like this, you’ll be tired, and Wan’er will be tired too…” The bald man shook his head and spoke softly.
“Should I call you Mo Zhi, or another name?” Wang Lin looked at the sky and after a moment of silence, he said slowly.
This bald man was the Mo Zhi who had told Wang Lin that if the heart died, it would be forgotten in the temple on a rainy night!
“Mo Zhi… I’ve always been called that.” The bald man sighed.
“Wang Lin, you should have guessed the answer to all of this. I can tell you everything… you…” Mo Zhi was about to speak.
“Don’t say it. There are some things that I want to think about on my own.” Wang Lin shook his head, took the wine pot, and took a big drink.
“Drink with me… You and I haven’t seen each other in a long time.” Wang Lin smiled and looked at Mo Zhi.
The bald man was silent, holding the wine flask and drinking with Wang Lin, sip by sip, until the night fell and the sky turned light. The two of them did not speak a word again.
When the distant horizon was once again illuminated, Mo Zhi stood up and looked at Wang Lin, sighing.
“I’m leaving… I hope you can succeed…” He didn’t persuade him any further, and turned and walked away into the distance. As he was about to step out of the valley, he paused, not turning around, but with his back to Wang Lin.
“My master asked me to ask you when you will return the compass that determines the boundary of the realm of the dust…” Mo Zhi’s words echoed in the valley. After he finished speaking, he walked out of the valley and gradually disappeared.
Wang Lin was still sitting cross-legged there, drinking wine, and he didn’t pay any attention to Mo Zhi’s words or his departure.
He had long since understood some things, but he knew that he was himself, called Wang Lin, born in the Zhuo Kingdom on the Red Bird Star, in a family of carpenters, and grew up in a small mountain village.
Step by step, he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, and step by step, he has reached the current level.
Resurrecting Li Muwan was his own decision, not a choice made after being disturbed by a certain consciousness or reincarnation, but something he experienced and chose.
“I am me…” Wang Lin’s eyes were not confused, but clear.
“Mo Zhi, Hong Die, even Mo Zhi’s master, and Tian Yunzi… they all think that this world, the Cave Realm, the Xiangang Continent, are all illusory, unreal, and are the result of my reincarnation and dream path…” Wang Lin muttered, and he had already figured all of this out!
“But is this really the case…” Wang Lin smiled slightly, stood up, looked at the sky, and his eyes shone brightly.
“Tianyunzi, do you really think I don’t know your origins?” Wang Lin’s eyes flashed, and he looked up at the sky. Vaguely, he seemed to see beyond the sky, beyond the Xiangang Continent, in the boundless darkness, a figure dressed in black, with extremely long black hair, carrying a sense of destruction and killing, seemingly walking from afar.
The goal of that figure’s journey was precisely the Xiangang Continent.
“Tianyunzi, the answer to all this is not for you to tell me in the ancient realm of the gods, but for me to go there and tell you! Let you know what the real truth is!” Wang Lin waved his sleeve, and a skull appeared in his hand.
This skull belonged to Ji Qiong.
The skull flickered, as if a line of small characters appeared on it, and soon disappeared.
“You are all wrong…” Wang Lin withdrew his gaze, smiled slightly, turned and walked towards the wooden hut, looked at Li Muwan lying there, and sat down next to her, looking at her as if she were sleeping, his gaze gentle.
“Wan’er, you will wake up… because I already know the true method… and I have already begun in the ancestral temple of the beginning of time.”
Wang Lin’s eyes revealed a hint of madness. This method is indeed extremely crazy!
The years passed by in the constant alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Wang Lin had spent many years in this valley with Li Muwan. This peaceful life was a rare scene in Wang Lin’s life, apart from the transformation of the mortal world and the dream world.
He stayed with Li Muwan, talking and recounting memories, immersed in his own world.
Over the years, Shi San had returned several times, each time spending a few months in the valley with Wang Lin before leaving again to pursue his own life and cultivation.
Xu Liguo and Liu Jinbiao, using some unknown method, actually found Zhong Dahaong. The three of them worked together and became extremely powerful in the world of the cave dwellings.
Especially since their bodies were reincarnated and grew up on the Xiangang Continent, they could use the power of Wang Lin to enter and exit the cave freely through the cave gate. As for Zong Dahuang, with the help of Wang Lin, he could also do so. In this way, after sweeping through the entire cave world, these three people and the sea dragon, who also liked this activity, left the cave world and began their legendary experience on the Xiangang Continent.
Before leaving, Xu Liguo and the others came to see Wang Lin, who treated them with great care and even flattered them. In the end, Wang Lin, amused, left his own scent and mark on them, which would allow them to return safely.
With the tiger skin of Wang Lin and the power of the Golden Dragon, they were confident that they could deceive Xiangang as if they were in an unprotected state!
Sixty years after Xu Liguo and his two friends left, Wang Lin took Li Muwan and left the valley, the Zhuque Star, and the cave realm, and went to the Xiangang Continent.
Before leaving, his consciousness saw the fairy realm, saw the cultivators there digesting the Taoism he left behind, saw the Thirteen, and saw many old friends.
He withdrew his consciousness and took one last look at the cave world!
There are three months left before the ancient realm of the Xiangang Continent opens, and that will be Wang Lin’s final stop!
“When I walk out of the ancient realm, Wan’er, you will accompany me…” Wang Lin muttered, took a step, stepped into the gate of the cave world, and disappeared without a trace.