Chapter 271 – Ten Years of Transformation

The first person Wang Lin killed, to be precise, was his master, Sun Dazhu!

His hand rose and his fingers fell, wood shavings flew down, and before long, the wooden sculpture took shape, and Sun Dazhu’s expression of fear in despair at the moment before he died was completely displayed on top of the wooden sculpture.

Looking at the wooden sculpture of Sun Dazhu, Wang Lin’s heart was calm. Back then, if Sun Dazhu hadn’t coveted the gourd on him, he wouldn’t have ended up dead. The cycle of cause and effect, there is life, naturally there is death.

The second carving, is a middle-aged man, this person’s gaze has a bloodthirsty color, lips slightly thin, looks like extremely thin, at this time, his right hand above the flying sword, this flying sword hidden with a cold aura, a murderous atmosphere suddenly spread out.

He is exactly what Wang Lin killed, the second person, that is, Zhang Hu’s teacher, that is, the old man’s disciple!

On that day, this person had murderous intentions towards Wang Lin, but in the end, he became Wang Lin’s hands, the second dead soul.

After glancing at the wooden sculpture, Wang Lin put him aside and once again took out a wooden segment.

This third one, was a young man who, was none other than Vine Knight who was chasing Wang Lin back then! When he thought of Fuji Li, Wang Lin’s state of mind rippled slightly, but soon, it calmed down once again.

The scene where he tangled with Fuji Li reverberated in Wang Lin’s mind, and after a long time, the fingertips of his right hand became a knife and sped away on top of a wooden segment, and after half a column of incense, Fuji Li’s wooden sculpture, took shape.

This person looks quite handsome, but there is an arrogant color surging in the face, his right hand pinches the knuckle, his gaze is gloomy, hiding a very deep color of greed, the corner of his mouth, and even has already revealed a trace of a smile that is bound to win.

Only, this smile, has already become the past. Far away passed away, and with this smile passed away. There was also the entire Vine Family bloodline.

A wooden sculpture. It took shape in Wang Lin’s hands. After each carving, it was placed aside by him. Gradually. The wood carvings on the ground. There were more and more.

A trace of killing aura went from if nothing else. Slowly thickened. With each additional wooden carving. The murderous aura within the store would be one point heavier.

If a cultivator passes by at this time. Then they will clearly see. In addition to the wind and snow, a layer of cold ice has already appeared above the store where Wang Lin is.

Wang Lin is completely oblivious to this. He completely ignored it. He was immersed in his memories. Carving out all the dead souls that he could remember. Carve them out one by one.

Gradually. Wang Lin had already forgotten that he was carving. He was completely immersed in his memories. Putting his life of these 400 years. As if looking at a stranger. It slowly surfaced in his mind.

From the beginning as a weak young man, he entered the Heng Yue Sect, and within the Heng Yue Sect, he was not talented enough and cultivated slowly until the Heavenly Reversal Space, and finally Situ Nan appeared and the Heng Yue Sect was driven out by the Xuan Dao Sect.

Then, he left the Heng Yue Sect and cultivated alone, then he met Zhang Hu, killed Zhang Hu’s teacher, and went to the Fuji Family City, but he didn’t expect Fuji Knight to arrive on his own.

Thus, he was separated from Zhang Hu, and until now, he did not know whether Zhang Hu was alive or dead.

Fuji Knight’s pursuit, and eventually died in his hands, after that, it began the strife all the way. Corpse Yin Sect, Decisive Valley, at this time, a bolt from the blue, completely changed his life.

The death of his parents, and the hideous expression of Vine Huayuan, made him, eventually, shatter his flesh, and with the help of Situ Nan, he escaped into the Extra-terrestrial Battlefield.

Thus, there were four hundred years of killing, in order to improve his cultivation, in order to go back for revenge, he did whatever it took to improve his cultivation, making himself ruthless, desperate, and even cold-blooded.

The Fire Burning Country, the Cultivation Demon Sea, the Land of Ancient Gods, these scenes, they constantly flashed through Wang Lin’s mind, the Hundred Day Execution Order of the Ten Thousand Demons, that one time, it was the one time that he had killed the most in addition to the Fuji Clan.

As for the Land of the Ancient Gods, especially Hunchback Meng and the others, Wang Lin’s impression could be said to be etched in his mind and hard to forget.

The many years in the Land of the Ancient Gods was a metamorphosis of his entire being, whether it was his mind or his body, he had gone through a complete metamorphosis.

However, within this, the crisis was equally great, and if one was not a little cautious, it would definitely be difficult to come out.

Subsequently, in the State of Chu baby, once again met Li Muwan, baby success, he looked forward to four hundred years of revenge, finally unfolded.

In the country of Zhao, all the bloodline of the Fuji family, all died in the hands of Wang Lin, to settle this grudge karma.

Wang Lin’s hand, never stopped, as he reminisced, a wooden sculpture, flew into shape, his hand, getting faster and faster, only a remnant could be seen.

The memory images in his mind, likewise, were getting faster and faster, and gradually, he saw his thirty years of Transfigured Mortal Life, birth, old age, sickness and death, a microcosm of his life, slowly integrating into Wang Lin’s mind and spirit.

After a long time, he no longer had any memory images in his mind, what he had were just two words, life and death.

Life and death, a change in the Reincarnation Heavenly Dao, this change, in the four hundred years of killing under Wang Lin’s carving, he understood the meaning of death, and in the thirty years of transforming into a mortal, he knew the meaning of life.

In the previous moment of sensing the Reincarnation Heavenly Dao, even though he ultimately failed, it left him with a deep impression and intention, as if it was a layer of paper that allowed Wang Lin to have this epiphany in a moment at this time.

Just having an epiphany didn’t mean seeing through it.

It could only mean that the current Wang Lin, his state of mind, had reached a level where he could manipulate his cultivation. in the ancient cultivation world, there was a saying that had a long history.

Look at the mountain as a mountain, look at the water as water.

Wang Lin was like that at this moment.

At the moment he opened his eyes, the wood carvings in the store, which were already countless, Wang Lin’s eyes revealed a hint of an evil aura, a gaze that was quite similar to that of Tuo Sen from the Land of the Ancient Gods back then.

He quietly looked at the many wood carvings in front of him, his hands slowly raised, at that moment, these wood carvings suddenly trembled, have to his hands in the cohesion, gradually, the wood carvings more and more, but at this time between Wang Lin’s hands, but a black vortex appeared, wood carvings, despite one by one fall into the, but the size of this black vortex, but there has never been any change.

One by one, all the wood carvings flew to Wang Lin’s hands, when the last wood carving, disappeared in the black vortex, Wang Lin’s gaze calmly looked at the vortex, the storage bag on his waist, suddenly opened automatically, all the blood ball of fury gas, all flew out.

They merged into the vortex, and the moment the last blood ball entered the vortex, Wang Lin’s eyes suddenly revealed a strange aura, and immediately afterward, his hands, moved.

The black vortex, in Wang Lin’s hands waved, quickly changed shape, and eventually, gradually into a square, and slowly solidified, after a long time, the black vortex gradually disappeared, a black square seal, appeared in front of Wang Lin.

This square seal is the size of a palm, on which is engraved a portrait, only this portrait, there is no face, there is, just a figure. This black seal contained all of Wang Lin’s killings over the past four hundred years, and he was the outward expression of the meaning of death.

Wang Lin’s right hand pressed on top of the black seal, at once, a feeling of blood dissolving in water, surged to his heart, he took a deep breath, the black seal, gradually disappeared in his hands, integrated into the body of the yuan baby.

Wang Lin was silent for a little while, looked at the store that he had lived in for more than thirty years with fondness, his right hand casually waved, and all the wood carvings in the store disappeared.

Afterward, he opened the door of the store and walked out into the dark night of wind and snow.

Wang Lin slowly walked down this street, the wind and snow, the bigger it got.

His figure, when he first walked out of the store, still belonged to the old man entering his twilight years, but with his footsteps, as he gradually walked towards the street entrance, his body, gradually stood up, the wrinkles on his face, slowly disappeared, and finally, of course, the moment he stood at the street entrance, Wang Lin had already transformed from a mortal, successfully to a cultivator.

He said that he still hadn’t transformed into a god, but, at this moment, the distance from transforming into a god, has already been closer, mastered the realm of life and death intentions, sensed the heavenly way, Wang Lin has already been able to detect, a body seems to want to float want to fly the feeling, gradually appeared inside and outside of his body.

It was as if there was a magical power in the underworld that was stretching out above the sky, pulling him upwards.

This feeling is the manifestation of the imminent Transformation of God, at this time, he does not need to be sensing the Heavenly Dao, he does not need to be feeling the mood, he only needs to look for a place and quietly close the door for ten years, then he can naturally reach the Transformation of God realm.

Wang Lin stood at the entrance of the street, turned back and took a careful look at this street that was already ten households and nine empty, this old street that he had lived in for more than thirty years, every blade of grass and every tree here, all of them were reflected in Wang Lin’s heart, and there was a slight trace of reluctance in his heart.

After looking at it for a long time, keeping it all in mind, Wang Lin sighed lightly, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

A city in the south of the Four Faction Alliance was 10,000 miles away, here, there were a large number of mortals, a simple cold-proof house, spread over a large area, in these houses, there were many people living.

All of them were mortals who had been recruited to participate in the snow clearing work, Da Niu, lived in one of the houses.

There were more than thirty other people living in the same room with him, and the room, which was already not big, seemed quite crowded at this time. Da Niu lay on the bunk, his eyes looking at the roof listlessly.

He missed his wife, he missed his son, and he missed Wang Lin even more.

Everything in the past, in the midst of this snowstorm, all went up in smoke.

Before the snowstorm, he was still a shopkeeper who had more than enough to eat and had his own store and hired a few fellows, and his son had worshipped in the Immortal Sect and became one of the Immortals.

In that whole street, he could be said to be quite prosperous.

His wife had been in love with him, and life, a beautiful one. He even planned that when Uncle Wang got older, he would not let him do wood carving anymore, and serve him in his old age himself.

In his heart, the death of his parents, so that he, has already watched himself grow up uncle Wang, as their elders, but, this snow, put everything, have changed.

He did not know how his wife is now, when he heard a few months ago that even women and children were recruited, he was uncertain, his wife’s health, has not been too good, in this cold snowy days, can withstand it ……