**Wang Lin’s Profound Debt!**

The grace of Qingshui, like a clear spring, defies the weathering storms of time, its essence unyielding amidst the vastness of heavens and earth!

**Wang Lin’s Unwavering Loyalty!**

This bond transcends mere affection; it is the kinship born when Qingshui, through a single act of arcane mastery, recognized Wang Lin as his distant brother-disciple, bestowing upon him the fullness of his inherited powers. Like a mountain, he stood before the frail Wang Lin, shielding him from the tempest’s fury.

“You are my Shidi, my brother. I shall not suffer a single harm to befall you!” These words, uttered with unwavering resolve, warmed Wang Lin’s heart for millennia.

In those desperate years of flight, Wang Lin, powerless to rescue Qingshui, made a solemn vow. Should a glimmer of hope arise, he would venture into the heart of the Cultivation Alliance to liberate his Shixiong!

He bore no kinship with Bai Fan, nor did he acknowledge the empty title of Shizun. But Qingshui… Qingshui had claimed a piece of Wang Lin’s heart, recognized as a Shixiong for eternity!

Qingshui’s life was a tapestry woven with sorrow, joy forever eluding his grasp. His own hand extinguished his wife’s life, and madness drove him to slay his kin. Finally, Bai Fan sealed him away, his compassionate Shizun sparing his soul, leaving a fragile spark of life amidst the imprisonment.

Yet, this mercy proved a crueler torment, for as his memories surfaced, as the weight of his past deeds crushed him, Qingshui’s heart broke into a frenzy of despair.

Madness born of grief! Bereft of family in his youth, pursued and tormented as the crown prince of Qingshui, he embraced the path of the Extremes. Fueled by hatred and a thirst for vengeance, he returned to his kingdom!

That night, the land of Qingshui ran red with blood. Every cultivator perished.

Revenge was exacted, but happiness remained forever banished. His existence became a cycle of slaughter, a symphony of killing that reverberated through the heavens, leading him to the Thunder Immortal Realm!

Within that realm, shackled to sorrow and slaughter, he encountered his Shizun and a woman who pierced the icy veil around his heart, offering him warmth and the chance of a new life.

For her, he abandoned the path of bloodshed, forsaking all he had known. He rose to become the Qingshui Immortal Lord of the Thunder Immortal Realm!

He believed he had found the joy that had abandoned him, and for a time, he was happy. But that illusion, like a reflection on still water, was shattered by a cruel twist of fate.

His own hand extinguished his beloved wife’s life, her blood, still warm with love, staining his face. That burning touch jolted Qingshui from his madness. As he saw her raise her hand to caress him, only to have it fall limp as she died, a howl of utter despair erupted from his very soul!

From that moment forward, the word “happiness” ceased to exist in his world…

That roar, emanating from the Cultivation Star, sent a tremor through Wang Lin’s being, shattering his composure. He could no longer remain aloof. Agitation surged through him. Qingshui lived!

Though the roar was laced with madness and dripping with bloodlust, Wang Lin laughed, a joyous, unrestrained sound. He knew that Qingshui was not dead!

And as long as his Shixiong drew breath, Wang Lin would find a way to restore his sanity!

The incense-fueled black dragon, hurtling towards the Cultivation Star, staggered under the force of Qingshui’s roar. It sensed the madness, the raw, unbridled source of slaughter it held.

Wang Lin, roaring with laughter, took a stride forward, seized the black dragon, and flung it away with all his might.

“You are free! But should you spill the blood of even one soul within these borders, I shall obliterate you!” The dragon, shuddering, saw salvation in Wang Lin’s words. It bowed its head in gratitude, and with a flash of movement, it vanished into the starry depths behind them.

Wang Lin, wreathed in golden light, crossed the distance to the Cultivation Star, a figure of imposing power. As he neared, the star’s right arm, composed of countless smaller stars, hurtled towards him, bearing down on him with crushing force.

Having learned that Qingshui still lived, Wang Lin abandoned all restraint. No longer would he suppress the opposing forces within him. As the Cultivation Star’s arm collided with him, Wang Lin unleashed a wave of golden light, drawing it inward. The seven golden star points on his brow spun wildly. He clenched his fist and unleashed a single, devastating punch upon the colossal arm.

A thunderous explosion ripped through the cosmos, scattering the arm into countless fragments.

Wang Lin, unwavering, took another step forward. The star’s left arm hurtled towards him.

“Begone!” Wang Lin’s eyes blazed with golden light. A bolt of golden lightning erupted forth, engulfing the arm in a sea of golden fire. The arm groaned under the strain and shattered, the burning essence consuming it.

Nothing could deter Wang Lin from his path, from his determination to rescue Qingshui. With a final step, Wang Lin landed above the Cultivation Star.

From the star’s radiant light, the ancient elder appeared, his eyes gleaming with newfound resolve. He weaved a complex hand seal and stretched his arms wide.

As the seal materialized, the Cultivation Star quaked. The land itself surged, and countless mountains crumbled, giving birth to two colossal mountain ranges that erupted from the earth, separated by ten thousand miles!

They stood like two colossal pillars, poised to unfurl a canvas of celestial art!

“The Mountains and Rivers Chart! Protect our Alliance!” The elder’s voice was like the whisper of the wind. As his words filled the air, a shimmering tapestry of energy unfolded between the mountains.

A living painting, the essence of creation!

As the chart materialized, the entire Cultivation Star trembled. Within the shimmering waves, landscapes materialized, imbued with an ethereal soul. They ascended from the Mountains and Rivers Chart and blended with the cosmos. An enormous illusory scroll, a hundred thousand fathoms in size, unfurled across the star-strewn sky surrounding the elder.

The Mountains and Rivers Chart, Wang Lin knew of it from a treasure Tang Lang used. He saw now the true treasure of the Rain Immortal realm!

“The Cultivation Alliance plundered many treasures upon entering the Rain Realm during its collapse. The rumors are true!” Wang Lin, standing amidst the stars, felt the immense power emanating from the Mountains and Rivers Chart!

Deep within its depths, Wang Lin sensed the presence of incense, as though the landscape itself was home to a congregation of believers! The Mountains and Rivers Chart, a world unto itself, a treasure of unknown origin.

The chart expanded, and a tremendous suction surged forth from its depths, pulling at Wang Lin, threatening to consume him. He felt as if he had been seized by a Nether Beast; the stars flowed around him, pulled towards the Mountains and Rivers Chart.

He raised his right hand to the sky, and as his fingers quivered with power, waves rippled through the void under the pull of the Mountains and Rivers Chart and reverberated and a gargantuan palm appeared between Wang Lin and the Mountains and Rivers Chart!

The palm was intricately etched with clearly defined lines and patterns, rippling outwards from its perimeter. Imbued with divine energy, it blazed with golden light, infusing the Kun Xu Starfield with an unprecedented concentration of sacred power!

The sheer potency of this holy energy dwarfed even the celestial lightning and flame that Wang Lin had previously wielded.

It was the Spirit Commanding Seal!

Wielded through Wang Lin’s Immortal lineage, it was the truest form of the Spirit Commanding Seal!

Wang Lin’s Immortal body, as potent as a nascent spirit, spun furiously within him, channeling streams of celestial force into his right arm and hand, enhancing the potency of the Spirit Commanding Seal and intensifying the radiance of the stellar illusion.

The sudden emergence of such concentrated spiritual energy within the Kun Xu Starfield was akin to a drop of scalding oil falling into a pool of pristine water!

For countless millennia, the four regions had never experienced such an abundant display of pure holy energy.

At the moment the Spirit Commanding Seal appeared, the potent spiritual energy stirred up a storm within the borders.

Within the Starfield of Zhaohe a youth with unkempt apparel calculated and traveled toward his destination. “The senior brother’s instructions have lead me to a dead end…” His muttering ceased as a jolt struck him and he quickly spun to face the source, his expression morphing drastically unlike any time he had visited the borders.

“This…this is holy aura! Even senior brother has no comparison! The divine aura belongs to royalty! This presence. is this a descension? How did they make their way into the borders?!”
Similarly surprised by the sudden burst of spiritual presence were the Elder, the ghostly figure, and the ancient Immortal Sect…