Chapter 692 – Sublimation

Ran cloud star, although the sea water occupies a large range, but the land some famous mountain peaks, but also a lot, although many years ago the catastrophe makes Ran cloud star aura is no longer rich, but compared to the year’s Vermilion Bird star, or to slightly better.

In the Ran Yun star between a famous mountain, you can always see the figure of a father and son, they climbed the mountain peaks, stood at the top of the distant view of the sky and the earth.

Look at the changes in the sky and the earth, look at the clouds interlaced with a scene, the earth, in their eyes, seems to have been narrowed down countless times, so that a glance, seems to be able to see the end of the general.

Especially at that peak, when the huge wind layer was whistling, Wang Ping stood against the wind, looking at the heaven and earth, his mind seemed to be purified and constantly sublimated.

In the climbing of a mountain peak, his thin body gradually gained strength, in his eyes, everything about his father was great, such as the twenty years of peace, such as the challenge of heaven and earth at this moment.

After crossing a mountain peak, Wang Ping’s mind, from the so-called there is wide, he seems to forget everything, wandering between the sky and the earth, accompanied by him, although only his father, but the mountain, the water, the sky, the earth, but it seems to be able to feel his presence, outside its body to follow.

There is no loneliness, there is, just the release of the mind!

No matter how treacherous the mountain peaks were, they could not stop his father and son, no matter how tall the huge mountains were, they crossed under their feet.

Although Wang Ping’s body was mortal, his mind, however, was sublimated and reached a high level in this one time pottering.

From the mountains, he experienced life, from stepping over, he solidified his heart, and from looking within the heavens and earth again and again, he felt that vastness. However, never stopping, never yielding to that vastness, but by virtue of climbing time and time again, with the greatest possibility of a mortal, inherited that heaven defying intent in Wang Lin’s heart and soul.

Wang Lin, did not teach Wang Ping the art of cultivation, but, in his way, he gave Wang Ping’s mind, surging with infinite impact.

When he was thirsty, he drank water from the mountain springs, when he was hungry, he used fruit and beasts to enter his mouth, when he was tired, he sat on the ground, and when he was sleepy, he lay down on the earth, using the sky as a blanket.

Three years passed by at a very fast pace. In these three years, Wang Ping’s respect for his father is even stronger, and in his eyes, his father is the tallest person in the world.

After conquering the mountains, the next step was the river!

In a place of rivers, the figures of this father and son also appeared from time to time, looking at the majestic river, listening to the roar that seemed to be against the sky.

A lone boat, carrying Wang Ping’s vision and gradually sublimating mind, moved forward and challenged in the river and under the angry waves.

This great river that encircled half of Ran Yun Star left behind the figures of Wang Lin’s father and son everywhere, and the sound of laughter, more often than not, came out from Wang Ping’s mouth, and accompanying this laughter was Wang Lin’s bright laughter.

This kind of laughter was not rare in Wang Lin’s body, and it could even be said that it was extremely rare. His laughter seemed to be infectious, making Wang Ping, even happier.

It was as if as long as he had his father by his side in this heaven and earth to accompany him, he would be satisfied with everything!

“Father, Ping’er, all my life, I will stay by your side, even if I die, if there is a next reincarnation, even if we are no longer father and son, I will likewise never forget you!”

In the middle of the river, Wang Ping’s voice, decisive!

This leafy lone boat, far away in the river, traveled half of Ran Yun Star, going to the entrance of that sea.

The trip to the land ended, but the voyage to the sea had just begun, on the sea, a sea boat rode the wind and waves, and in the sea breeze, Wang Ping’s world, expanded infinitely.

An island, a wave of waves, he saw the heavenly thunder bombarding the sea surface, bringing up bursts of electric light traveling, saw the huge giant whale that was comparable to a village, and even saw a mirage.

The vastness of the sea far exceeded the land, Wang Ping’s eyes. The brighter it became, he felt that the sea’s tolerance was like a father’s bosom, infinitely great.

Fusing the infinity of the sea, fusing the harshness of the mountains, fusing the prolongation of the rivers, and feeling the vastness of the heaven and earth, five years later, when Wang Lin’s father and son set foot on this land again, Wang Ping, had already had a transformed sublimation.

Although he was still a mortal, his mind was one that could contain heaven and earth!

When they returned, the last peak they leaped over was Qilian Peak next to the Moonfall Village!

Twenty-seven-year-old Wang Ping, face childishness has long been swept away, replaced by a resolute look, its appearance, in these eight years of experience, gradually dispelled the trace of demonic, the rest, only outstandingly handsome.

The angular handsome face possessed a sunny smile and bright gaze.

Looking at Wang Ping in front of him, Wang Lin revealed a smile, this eight years, was a method he thought of after thinking about it for a long time to completely dispel the resentment in Wang Ping’s soul.

Liu Mei’s pills, Wang Lin’s divine ability, could only dispel most of the resentment, only that this resentment was too deep, it had already been integrated into the soul, deeply rooted, twenty years of calmness, making this resentment gradually ease, coupled with the purification of the mind in these eight years, the sublimation of Wang Ping’s soul, making him unknowingly, the resentment in his soul, cleared of only a trace of the resentment left.

This trace, however, was something that could not be dispelled by any spell, or any elixir, and could only be erased in the cycle of reincarnation.

Under Qilian Peak, Wang Lin looked at the distant mountain village and softly said, “Aren’t you going to take a look?”

At his side, Wang Ping shook his head and said, “Not going.”

Wang Lin didn’t say anything else, but stepped towards the mountain peak. Wang Ping followed behind, catching up with his father’s footsteps, and smiled, “Father, I remember when I was a child, I once heard someone say that there was immortal mist on this Qilian Peak, and that if you inhaled it, you could not get sick for ten years, and at that time, I was thinking, I don’t know when my father can bring me here.”

Wang Lin smiled and glanced amiably at Wang Ping.

This tall Qilian Mountain, gradually, was climbed to the peak by this father and son duo, on top of that mountain peak, there were countless clouds floating, as if they were stepping on clouds.

Wang Ping took a deep breath, looking at his father, in his eyes, although this Qilian Mountain is great, but than his father, although this Qilian Mountain is high, but high but his father’s spine!

Clouds far away, slightly gloomy, bursts of electricity wandering, and sometimes thunder rumbling out, the power of this heaven and earth, attracted Wang Ping’s eyes.

Not long ago, as the thunder gradually louder, a wet wind blowing, the rain slowly fell on the earth, with the diffusion of that cloudy, the rain gradually bigger.

Above the earth, perhaps it has not rained for a long time for the sake of, shoot up the ball of dust, just has not yet floated up too high, will be that urgent rain water drenched, into the raindrops within, back to the earth again.

It was as if a person who practiced against the heavens, originally wanted to ascend to the heavens, but under the heavenly might that turned into raindrops, was forced to, fall. In this bureau of rain, the dust that can really ascend to the sky, how much …… can there be?

Thunder and rain, rumbling and passing, in the mountain peak of the father and son, but calmly looking at the sky and earth, this rain, as if in the lower world monstrous, but half did not fall on the body.

In addition to the thunder and swish of the rain, there is no sound.

Thunderstorms come fast, go equally fast, not long, the clouds dissipate, a seven-colored rainbow, as if hanging in the sky in general, showing in front of this father and son.

The beauty of the rainbow, dazzling and colorful, seven colors in such a close look, as if it contains the heavenly way.

Only at this moment, this tranquility is disturbed by a whistling sound, only to see in the distance in the sky and earth, a sword light whistling away, turned into a rushing thunder rumbling occasion, as if to shatter the rainbow, from which it penetrated and passed.

That sword light, stood a middle-aged man, this person immortal style, a fairy qi filled, under the feet of a green flying sword, emitting gusts of cold aura.

He whistled past, a glance at the top of Qilian Peak saw Wang Lin father and son, but a light eek.

Mortals can climb to here, is by no means unusual, must have great perseverance. Appreciation appeared in this person’s eyes, but did not stay, but leaped over the peak and went straight to the distance.

Wang Ping stared blankly at the middle-aged man disappeared in the sky, this is the first time in his life, to see such a scene, the shock in his heart, but as angry waves, a long time not calm down.

“Father, this …… is immortal?”

Wang Ping murmured.

Wang Lin sighed lightly, slowly said, “Yes.”

Wang Ping was silent, for a long time, he raised his head and looked at his father, his eyes revealed a bright aura, and he softly said, “Father, can you really not let me cultivate ……?”

Wang Lin’s gaze fell on the rainbow that was gradually dissipating in the distance, and deep in his eyes, a trace of sadness appeared once again, he didn’t speak, he just shook his head.

Wang Ping did not speak again, but instead stared blankly at the place in the distance where the middle-aged cultivator had disappeared.

Down the Qilian Peak, all the way Wang Ping was always silent, walking on top of the official road, until he reached the nearby town and got on the carriage going to the big city, Wang Ping still did not say a word.

In addition to the coachman who drove the car, there was only Wang Lin’s father and son on the carriage, Wang Lin’s gaze, looking out along the window, within his eyes, the color of sadness was even more intense, among them, there was also a trace of unspeakable bitterness.

The carriage was quiet, for a long time, Wang Ping lowered his head and softly said, “Father, I want to cultivate ……”

This was the second time he had, spoken out about cultivation.

The first time, was ten years ago, that year, he was seventeen years old.

Wang Lin didn’t withdraw his gaze, still looking out the window, and calmly said, “You, are not suitable for cultivation!”

“Father, why?”

Wang Ping looked at his father’s side profile and asked unwillingly.

Wang Lin turned his head, as he did ten years ago, did not speak, just calmly looked at Wang Ping, quietly.

The sound of the wheels pressing the ground outside the carriage came slowly, bringing away the passage of time, and finally, Wang Ping lowered his head and said softly, “I know, father.”