Chapter 282 – Returning to Zhao Huan Shen

The youth looked at his master’s distant back, a scene from the past surfaced in his mind, and after a long time, he heavily kowtowed a few times, clenched his fists, and turned to leave.

“I, Chen Huan, hereby swear that I will destroy the Snow Country in this life!”

Wang Lin returned to the Ice and Snow Pagoda with a complicated heart, despite obtaining a heavy treasure, he didn’t have much joy, what he had was a wave of despondency.

At this moment, Wang Lin for his own perception of the meaning of life and death, suddenly had another realization, what is life …… what is death ……

This question echoed in Wang Lin’s mind for a long time.

The late stage cultivator of the Water and Ink Sect of the God of Transformation, with the last pride of his life, such as the moth that rushes to the lamp, at the top of the Ice and Snow Divine Hall of the Snow Immortal statue, blasted himself, for this Ice and Snow Divine Hall, leaving a color of bright red that can never be wiped away.

Along with that, several Transformation God cultivators who had surrounded him also died in this self-explosion.

All the glory has gone with the wind ……

His death was well deserved, and his death awakened those original Four Faction Alliance cultivators who were hiding and didn’t dare to show themselves.

In the blink of an eye, another year passed.

During this year, Wang Lin was always thinking. The meaning between life and death. Gradually, the more he understood about this realm, the deeper it became. His entire person. During this year. It seemed to be undergoing a metamorphosis.

Seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing water is water ……

It was just that Wang Lin, however, realized that sometimes, this mountain was not a mountain;this water was not water. It seems like there is always a layer of fog covering his eyes, making him not see, but can feel. Can perceive, but can not touch.

This kind of enlightenment, by no means time can push, but need to epiphany.

Spring and fall, another two years of ice and snowfall.

Wang Lin’s research on the ice sculpture puppet has also gained some progress. This ice sculpture puppet inside. Mainly rely on snow meridians to maintain. Under the rotation of the seven seventy-fourty-nine snow meridians. It could reach a cultivator’s attack equivalent to the middle stage of JieDan.

As for the Yuanying stage, it would require 9981 snow meridians. Only, within this ice sculpture, the more snow meridians there were, then the more difficult it was to control, and the greater the possibility of colliding with each other, as long as there was a collision, it would cause the entire ice sculpture ground to collapse.

Because of this, so its difficulty, each additional snow meridian, will increase several times, so, eighty-one snow meridian difficulty, can be said to be amazing.

This was also the reason why the ice sculpture puppets produced by the Snow Country were extremely rare at the YuanYing stage.

In addition, making a puppet snow meridian, its source is from the ice and snow knack, this knack under Wang Lin’s research, quite amazing.

Ice and snow know-how, is about refining the heart, this know-how to ice easy bone, snow condensation heart, achievement of ice and snow soul, so as to achieve the heart like ice clear realm.

It could be described as mysterious and unspeakable.

This is also precisely the snow domain cultivators tend to do as they please, the extreme nature of the reason, its gong method, for the disposition, pay attention to the condensation, if not into the dust, how can achieve the purpose of all kinds of mind condensation.

The more he studies this ice and snow skill, the more Wang Lin can feel the terrible place of this skill, this skill can’t be called the right way of the road, but the absolute sword to go sideways, and even Wang Lin feels that with the year’s six desires of the devil monarch’s cultivation of the skill, although it is different, but there are similarities and similarities of the wonderful.

This gong method, Wang Lin did not want to cultivate, but slightly imitated it, changing the snow meridian to a blood meridian, using blood with the life and death intention as a change, so as to achieve the purpose of manipulation.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin in this town, has been stranded for three years, plus the previous year of traveling, a total of four years.

Only one year left, is the period of ten years, Wang Lin can feel, the era of the God, has come ……

He didn’t know if the moment of God Transformation would trigger a great upheaval in heaven and earth, but the closer the deadline came, the more Wang Lin could feel that the cultivator’s transformation into a God would make all the nearby cultivators aware of it.

So, on this day, Wang Lin walked out of the Ice Snow Tower and left.

Before he left, the Ice and Snow Divine Hall had already sent down an immortal decree, summoning all cultivators above the JieDan level to go to the Divine Hall for the great rite of preaching, because, back then, the thirteen cultivators who went to the Vermilion Bird Country had come back to one person, and this person, who was the only one who had succeeded, had reached the Infant Transformation Stage!

As for these thirteen people, whether or not they really only succeeded in one, whether or not the Vermillion Bird Kingdom had some secret moves in here, that would not be known to outsiders.

Wang Lin’s departure was silent, even the JieDan cultivator that he had locked in the tower for three years had lost his trapped memories under Wang Lin’s divine ability, thus regaining his identity once again.

At the border of the Snow Country, Wang Lin turned back and took a serious look at the land, decades of images flashed by in his eyes, and in the end, he left behind a sigh and turned around to leave.

Wang Lin’s goal was the Kingdom of Zhao, where he would prepare to transform into a god!

The reason why he went back to Zhao to transform into a god, in addition to the remoteness of the place, there is another reason, Wang Lin from that respectable late stage of the Transformation of the God cultivator, sensed a kind of his own long time has not experienced, the feeling of home. ……

Everyone has a home, he, have ……

If there really is, the country of Zhao, can be considered a, and that far away in the other end of the cultivation of the Devil Sea, there is a woman, is waiting for him, perhaps, there, can also be considered a home it ……

So, he chose the country of Zhao, where he transformed into a god, to settle the karma of being born there.

Before going back to Zhao, Wang Lin went to the neighboring town where Da Niu is located, he saw the town from afar, Da Niu opened an iron store, his wife, although not too young, but already pregnant again.

Wang Lin smiled at the scene, that new life, is taking shape day by day ……

When he left, Wang Lin put a spiritual force into the body of Da Niu’s wife, this spiritual force could keep the mother and daughter safe, that newly conceived life, was a girl.

Da Niu never knew that Uncle Wang, whom he had always wanted to see again, had already visited him. Until his death, the only regret in Da Niu’s heart was not that he didn’t see Xiao Niu come to see him off, but that in this life, he would never be able to see Uncle Wang, who had watched him grow up. That opened a store, he often pull customers for him to come here, asking for ten gold strange people.

Those two wooden carvings, after he died, he gave them to his daughter, and they became the Zeng family, the heirloom treasure.

Wang Lin flew all the way to Zhao, forty years ago, he took the same path, that time, he had just entered the YuanYing stage, today, following the original path, he returned to Zhao, this time, he was about to transform into a god, and chose the place of preparation.

This coming and going, the difference between heaven and earth in terms of intent.

Walking through an ancient teleportation array, this day, Wang Lin was on an unfamiliar land, and was flying, when suddenly the sky slowly dimmed, dark clouds covered the sun, and a trace of rain, fell from the sky.

This rain is getting bigger and bigger, almost a curtain of rain, Wang Lin looked up at the sky, he has not seen such a big rain for a long time, he could not help but think back to when he was in the Heng Yue sect, with Zhang Hu within the room, outside lightning and thunder, the downpour of rain fell openly.

At this moment, a lightning bolt streaked across the sky, and in the rumbling, a silver snake danced about, which was very beautiful.

Wang Lin’s body slowly fell, not casting spells to disperse the rain, but while falling, his right hand waved on the surrounding trees, and a leaf coalesced, forming a leaf umbrella.

With the umbrella, Wang Lin walked between the unfamiliar mountains and forests, after two more ancient transmission arrays, he would be able to return to the State of Zhao, and 40,000 miles east of this place was where one of the ancient transmission arrays was located.

In the mountain forest, the sound of rainwater clattering, quite a moving flavor, especially not far ahead, there is an ancient temple, this temple has obviously been abandoned, the original red lacquer door, has been dull, there are some broken places above.

Even above the copper nails copper ring, also full of dark rust, in its edge position, hidden a trace of green.

Wang Lin has not seen many temples in his life, and it can even be said that they are extremely rare.

Looking at this temple, Wang Lin lifted his step and walked in, this is an ancient temple, there is no Buddha inside the temple, there is only half of a base mat that looks like a flower petal.

As he was observing, Wang Lin glanced sideways at the temple door and then stopped paying attention, instead, after observing the circle, he stood next to the temple door and looked out at the rainy night, realizing a trace of the mood if any.

After a long time, bursts of yelling sounds came from the distance, only to see a few big men wearing straw raincoats, cursing under their breath as they walked quickly towards this temple.

“This ghost weather, once it rains, it’s never ending!”

“There is a temple in front, go in and take shelter, wait for a while when the rain is smaller, we will then rush on the road not too late!”

As they were talking, a few people saw Wang Lin inside the temple at a glance from afar, and they couldn’t help but have their footsteps lapped, looked at each other, and stopped talking, but walked towards the temple.

When walking past Wang Lin, one of them, took a step sideways and slapped his right hand at Wang Lin seemingly gently, but the next moment, a person next to him lightly drank and pushed this person with his hand, neutralizing the attack.

That person turned around and gave a light grunt, then stopped talking and walked into the temple.

Inside the temple, the five people took off their straw raincoats, raised a bonfire, took out some food, and ate while talking loudly, but their gazes were swept towards Wang Lin from time to time.

Wang Lin slightly shook his head, these five mundanes, but they broke the mood of this rainy night, wasting this atmosphere in vain. He sighed lightly and raised his feet, about to leave when suddenly, Wang Lin’s expression moved and his gaze landed on the distant mountains.

He only saw a big man with long hair, wearing a thin shirt, walking towards this place step by step, this person’s pace wasn’t fast, but Wang Lin had a feeling of shrinking the ground, one moment this person was still in the distance, the next moment, he had already walked past Wang Lin and entered the temple.

The moment he passed by Wang Lin, this big man let out a light eep, his footsteps stopped after stepping into the temple, he took a careful look at Wang Lin, revealing his white teeth, and laughed gently, “I didn’t expect to see someone from the Dao Realm in this small temple, I’m Mo Zhi, Your Excellency is?”