Within the swirling abyss of the Void Gate, Wang Lin drew upon the arcane power of the Gate itself. With each surge of energy absorbed, the sixth of his murderous origins coalesced within his being, finally merging with his very essence.

In that moment of union, Wang Lin’s cultivation surged from the nascent heights of the Empyrean Realm to its burgeoning midpoint!

As he ascended to Empyrean Mid-Stage, Wang Lin raised his right hand, pointing towards the swirling Void Gate. In his grasp, the very essence of the Gate began to gather, crackling with thunder and shimmering with lightning drawn from the heavens. From all directions, bolts of pure energy converged, forming a miniature blade of raw lightning in Wang Lin’s palm.

This sword, though a mere seven inches in length, was a primal treasure born from the shattered remnants of the Void Gate, forged from the very energies unleashed by its collapse.

Just as the Slayer’s Sword of Clear Water before, this diminutive blade was the first manifestation of Wang Lin’s lightning origin – a conduit, a vessel, a physical embodiment of lightning itself!

Then, with another gesture, Wang Lin summoned forth the second blade – one of fire. From the ceaseless torrent of energy pouring from the Void Gate, a fiery sword materialized, blazing with incandescent heat.

The third blade followed: the Sword of Karma. Infused with Wang Lin’s lifetime understanding of cause and effect, it hovered before him, radiating a gentle, harmonious light.

The fourth, the Sword of Life and Death, emerged with earth-shattering force. Two entwined essences, one of obsidian darkness, the other of blinding white, swirled and coalesced into a blade, seven inches long, mirroring the others.

The fifth sword, the Sword of Truth and Falsehood, proved more elusive. The bizarre energies of the Void Gate, now dwindling, showed signs of exhaustion after birthing the previous four. And from the farthest reaches of the cosmos, a low, ominous hum resonated, a herald of the celestial tribulation to come!

Wang Lin’s eyes gleamed with understanding. This tribulation, born from the disruption of the Void Gate, would be the most formidable trial of his life.

Yet, he felt no fear, only serene resolve. With a step forward, he spread his arms wide and grasped the fading Void Gate, tearing at its fabric.

At his command, the vortex shuddered, releasing a final, furious torrent of Void Gate energy.

Empowered by this last surge, the Sword of Truth and Falsehood solidified into existence.

Finally, the sixth blade manifested: the Sword of Slaughter. Unlike the one gifted by Clear Water, this blade was born of Wang Lin’s own power. As it took shape, the Void Gate, once a swirling vortex, began its irreversible descent into nothingness.

This arcane force, the power of the Void Gate, was enigmatic. It allowed cultivators to harmonize with their origins, akin to a mortal finding their foundation, and further to forge those origins into physical weapons. Its source remained unknown to Wang Lin, its true nature a mystery.

But he knew this: its power was precious, a fleeting opportunity granted but once in a lifetime. Once vanished, it might never return.

Furthermore, the essence seemed capable of mending the very fabric of enchanted objects. It could condense power into weapons of pure origin!

As the Void Gate trembled on the precipice of oblivion, Wang Lin raised his hand, pointing towards the heart of the vortex. Using the formidable power of his Empyrean Mid-Stage cultivation, he invoked a spell of binding. A single word of power rang out, echoing his will.

“Halt!”

With the utterance of that single word, the vortex reverberated with thunderous roars, a sound that, to lesser ears, would sound like a furious outcry.

Throughout history, all cultivators had held the Void Gate in awe. Even the revered Sealing Exalted dared not trifle with it. Wang Lin alone dared to cast a binding spell upon it!

Before the Dream Dao he might have hesitated, but that was before he gained the aura of an ancient scholar. He understands the truths of the universe, sees the world and all living creatures as ants. This is not arrogance, but rather a sense of equality, a feeling that all things, whether existent or nonexistent, are the same.

He had no awe, only a calm expression.

The massive vortex shuddered and paused, but even Wang Lin’s potent magic could not hold it indefinitely. The vortex threatened to crumble.

With a focused gaze, Wang Lin lunged into the heart of the vortex. With a sweeping gesture, he exerted a force of insatiable hunger, drawing forth the unfettered energies of the Void Gate, claiming what was not rightfully his. The vortex howled in resistance, its fury resonating through the cosmos. But Wang Lin pressed on, tearing open a rift in the void, reclaiming the shattered fragments of the God-Slaying Chariot.

This Chariot, broken in his first battle against Shui Daozi, had remained incomplete at the time of its destruction, yet had caused even that formidable foe to recoil in shock.

The power of this item, even shattered, was clear. Crafted in the Rain Immortal Realm and named “God-Slaying”, its potential was limitless. In his younger years, Wang Lin had wielded this chariot and survived a myriad of crises.

Now, empowered by the waning energies of the Void Gate, he sought to ascertain whether it could restore broken artifacts!

If successful, a multitude of items could be restored!

As the fragments of the Chariot emerged, the boundless energies of the Void Gate surged forth, drawn to them. A radiant glow began to emanate from the fragments as they absorbed the mystical energy.

Wang Lin’s eyes widened, revealing a joy he could no longer suppress. His gamble had paid off – the essence of the Void Gate could indeed restore broken artifacts!

In a mere matter of moments, a torrent of Void Gate energy was consumed. Slowly, the fragments began to knit together, forming a cocoon of light, casting a gentle radiance in all directions.
As the cocoon took form, it greedily devoured the power of the Empty Door, an ethereal energy beyond mortal comprehension. With each passing moment, the absorption intensified until, with a final, resounding crack, the prison of silk shattered. From within emerged a butterfly of impossible beauty, its wings a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors.

A shimmering, iridescent dust cascaded from its fluttering wings, swirling around Wang Lin in a dance of joyous reunion. Its frantic movements spoke of boundless happiness and an unyielding affection.

At last, the wondrous creature settled upon Wang Lin’s shoulder, still and content.

A triumphant laugh boomed from Wang Lin’s throat, his eyes alight with a joy that mirrored the butterfly’s own. Memories flooded his mind, visions of his adventures with the Arrow God Chariot. He had dared to hope, but now, the impossible had come to pass. He truly saw this butterfly once more!

For this was no ordinary insect. This was the spirit of the Arrow God Chariot itself!

“The power of the Empty Door, I, Wang Lin, shall claim it, no matter the cost!” he declared, his voice ringing with conviction. “The Arrow God Chariot is restored, and there remains yet another treasure that can be made whole. When that is done, I shall wield a protective power unlike any other!” His eyes burned with anticipation as he gestured with his right hand. From a rift in the void, a single item materialized – a shattered fragment of a shield.

It emitted a faint, melancholic azure light, so weak it threatened to extinguish at any moment.

The instant it appeared, the remaining power of the Empty Door, drawn forth by Wang Lin, surged towards the fragment. It enveloped the broken shard, mending and restoring, its essence a desperate plea for life. The azure glow pulsed with sudden, desperate vigor, as if on the verge of a rebirth.

This was the Azure Light Shield, an artifact Wang Lin had discovered in his youth. It was in the lands of the Demon Spirit that the shield had unleashed its most fearsome power!

Neither the Heavenly Fortune Child nor the ancient demons could withstand the shield’s might. Its power, even when wielded by Wang Lin in his fledgling state, had been astonishing. Now, restored by the arcane energy of the Empty Door and infused with the essence of a Third Step cultivator, its potency would be earth-shattering.

Yet its greatest strength was not its defense. Within the heart of the shield lay a singular, devastating technique, a forbidden art known only as… *Echoes of Antiquity*.

As the Azure Light Shield fragment greedily consumed the power of the Empty Door, its edges began to writhe and coalesce, rapidly reforming into its original shape. But the energy of the Empty Door was waning, its lifeblood draining away.

Seeing the dwindling power, the vortex threatening to collapse, Wang Lin raised his hand. Six swords of purest origin sprung forth, plunging into the vortex’s depths in a cacophony of thunderous impacts.

These were the manifestations of Wang Lin’s very being, each blow carrying the full weight of a Third Step Immortal.

With each strike, the vortex buckled and convulsed. Wang Lin, with a primal roar, opened his maw and inhaled, drawing upon his innate soul-devouring nature to extract a final surge of the Empty Door’s power.

The surge of energy was enough! The Azure Light Shield pulsed with life, finally whole and complete once more!

Overcome with elation, Wang Lin once again waved his hand. This time, the shattered bracer blessed by the ancient god materialized, absorbing the last vestiges of the Empty Door’s power. The bracer, too, was restored to its pristine glory!

With a final, exultant cry, Wang Lin raised his fist and slammed it towards the heart of the imploding vortex. With a thunderous roar, the vortex shattered, collapsing in on itself. But in that final, fleeting moment, a presence beyond comprehension emanated from the wreckage.

This was a will of unimaginable power, ancient beyond measure. It pulsed with a strength that could not be sensed by ordinary mortals, only by Wang Lin himself!

He felt it – a consciousness that predated creation, like the first spark of sentience in the universe. It felt as though all things, the worlds within and beyond, had sprung forth from this single, primordial will.

Had this occurred earlier, Wang Lin would have retreated in terror. But now, a spirit of righteous defiance surged through him, the aura of a great scholar, whose knowledge and will had transcended mere life. He would not yield!

“I borrow your power today, Empty Door,” Wang Lin boomed, his voice reverberating with a power that defied the heavens. “I, Wang Lin, shall repay the debt in time!” Within his heart, the Heaven Defying Bead stirred to life, resonating with the very fabric of existence.