Even the wildest rumour held a kernel of truth. According to the ancient ways of Feng Shui, to be buried upon a Dragon Vein was to inherit a lineage of kings, a destiny etched in stone that would bless generations to come with fortune and glory!

Wang Lin, however, scoffed at such superstitions. He was a cultivator of immense power, capable of moving mountains, altering the heavens, and even crafting stars themselves! To him, Feng Shui was but another force to be shaped, a tool to be mastered and wielded in his own hand.

Yet, even he could not deny the potency of such concepts when applied to the awe-inspiring spectacle unfolding on the lands of the Immortals and the Giants.

Those interred in auspicious burial grounds found their descendants blessed with wealth and ease. Those who rested in truly blessed sites saw generations of prosperity. But those buried upon a Dragon Vein would see their line rise to unimaginable heights of fortune and power! And he who was laid to rest upon the Dragon’s Head would become a King, a founder of nations!

Wang Lin’s doppelganger resided in a place of immense significance, a location connected to the very genesis of the Immortal Continent, where the Ancestor of the Immortals and the Ancestor of the Giants were born. Though not upon the same curved stone platform, his platform was undeniably a part of it!

Thus, Wang Lin was gifted with a destiny akin to that of the primordial founders! A destiny not measured in cultivation levels, but one that transcended the very limits of power!

This destiny lay dormant, its true potential yet to be revealed. But as time flowed and his astral vessel matured, the future that awaited Wang Lin was unfathomable.

Wang Lin himself only vaguely grasped the implications of these events, his mind swirling with a multitude of possibilities. Yet, he did not fully embrace this notion, placing greater faith in his own unwavering efforts and tireless dedication. His greatest desire was for his doppelganger to emerge and unleash a blow of unparalleled might!

Upon the Immortal Continent, the instant the third vortex manifested, every soul who sensed its presence was struck with awe. Regardless of cultivation or status, even the mighty Nine Suns themselves, their faces grew grave as they witnessed its birth.

The third vortex was like a newborn, unstable and wreathed in distortions. Yet, it held its ground alongside the vortices of the Ancestor of the Immortals and the Ancestor of the Giants, rapidly expanding rather than collapsing.

At long last, in the boundless, endless sky, the three vortices simultaneously vanished, as though they had never existed, fading beyond the senses of all who had witnessed them.

All returned to normal, yet the terror they inspired took root in the hearts of the people, branching into a myriad of thoughts and forebodings.

The event felt like an omen, a weighty burden that pressed down, stifling breath and igniting endless speculation.

At the very instant the three vortices dissipated upon the Immortal Continent, in a county town of the Immortal Clan, a boy barely in his teens, hands on his hips in a royal pose, brandished a small wooden stick. Under the watchful, frowning eyes of two cultivators, a group of children were being led toward the gates of a nearby sect to undergo trials.

Those who possessed exceptional talent would be inducted into the sect, becoming disciples. “I’ll be a King one day!” echoed in the boy’s ambitious heart.

Elsewhere on this vast land, far, far away, a young lad, clad in a Daoist robe of dubious origin, presented himself as a divine child. With a serene smile, he addressed the respectful figures before him in a wealthy family’s estate in a county town.

“This old one has cultivated for three millennia. Now, in my reborn state, I must undergo nine reincarnations to restore my divine power. Since you have summoned me from the neighboring county, I shall reside here for a time, establishing a karmic bond.” The boy’s expression was etched with age, a presence that even the mundane could sense. It was as if the child was not a mere boy, but an ancient being who had witnessed millennia pass.

Especially in his eyes, there was an understanding of life that was as clear as water, and the people could not help but believe.

That air of decay caused the entire room to be filled with a kind of Yin, a breath of chills.

Looking at the mortals before him, trembling and respectful from the decay, the child’s face remained indifferent, but his heart was full of joy.

“Hehe, this master’s trickery is self-taught. These words were so good that I thought I was really reincarnated! If I was really reincarnated, this master must have been a great swindler in his last life!”

“It is worth spending a few months with the corpse in the tomb… And the expenses in the neighboring counties must be doubled back…”

Leaving aside the affairs of the Immortal Continent for a moment, within the Void Realm, Wang Lin was enveloped in a swirling mist – the very essence of the Mosquito King! The creature shielded Wang Lin entirely, hurtling through the void.

As it sped along, the laws of the Immortal Continent seemed to thin, the pressure on Wang Lin becoming bearable. Though he had lost his way, the Mosquito King seemed to sense an exit, guiding Wang Lin ever forward.

The beast was elated, occasionally glancing back at Wang Lin, emitting joyful clicks. It reveled in being near him, a sensation that brought it comfort, akin to being near its parents.

However, despite the Mosquito King’s aid, as time waned and they ventured deeper into the void, the Immortal Continent’s oppressive laws grew stronger.

Though Wang Lin had his doppelganger within the stone shell, constantly nourishing his true form as it grew, in the long run…

It was still a little difficult, the main problem was that he had to protect her from any harm.

Without Li Muwan, the Wang Lin of the present would have already adapted to the Immortal Continent’s laws because of his relationship with his doppelganger and the Mosquito King.

He had such advantages, yet he was still like this, from here we can see how the Void Realm is.

“No wonder no one in ancient times has ever been able to get out of this Void Realm without bloodlines… Taking Wan’er is equivalent to giving up bloodlines…” Wang Lin was silent.

He had lost track of the passage of time, uncertain of how long he had been trapped within the void. But he knew, without a doubt, that more than a decade had passed.

“My master will not be able to wait any longer. If he leaves and returns to the Dao Ancient lineage, then everything will depend on me when I enter the Immortal Continent…” Wang Lin’s eyes flashed, and soon his eyes showed determination.
It mattered little to him. He had traversed the cosmos alone, leaving the Vermilion Bird Star for the Kun Xu, then Kun Xu for the Luo Tian. Beyond lay the Cloud Seas and the ancient, starlit expanse beyond the realms. Thus, even this unknown Immortal Astral Continent held no true fear!

Instead, upon this new land, he would swiftly elevate his cultivation. And the Eastern Immemorial Sect… he would seek it out. If fate allowed, he would venture into the Eastern Immemorial Pool. The thought sent a thrill through Wang Lin’s heart, a yearning for the Pool that burned like a star.

He craved to transform the illusory visions within the kaleidoscopic flower into tangible reality. He desired the power of an origin clone, for with such strength, he might even contend with a being of the Emptiness Tribulant!

“Upon the Immortal Astral Continent, old acquaintances await…” he mused. “I wonder if any of those souls reborn have successfully awakened. Heh, I wonder if Situ Nan has become a king, and if Liu Jinbiao still peddles his deceptions. As for Xu Liguo, that fiend… what fortunes will he discover upon this continent?”

“And Qing Shui, Red Butterfly… and Li Qianmei…” In the desolate void, Wang Lin found solace in the company of his mosquito beast and the echoes of his memories. He was not alone.

One year. Two years. Three…

Three years bled away, swallowed by Wang Lin’s reverie. The mosquito beast’s pace had slowed, yet it still dragged Wang Lin towards the edge of the void, closer and closer to the exit.

This exit, it seemed, was not the place Xuan Luo had sought. Instead, it was a destination guided by the mosquito beast’s dim memory and instinct. It might lead to the Ox-Heaven Continent, or perhaps to another, unknown realm. Perhaps even to the ancient kingdom and its thirty-six provinces.

For these three years, Wang Lin had poured all his power into protecting Li Muwan, who lay safely within the Coffin of Heaven’s Avoidance, sleeping as though under a gentle spell.

Then, on one fateful day, Wang Lin saw it: a glimmer of light in the void ahead. It was faint, but it revealed a slender fissure, from which the light emanated, hinting at a landscape of mountains and valleys beyond.

The scent of the Immortal Astral Continent, carried on the faintest of breezes, sent a jolt through Wang Lin’s weary body.

The mosquito beast, exhausted beyond measure, struggled to carry Wang Lin towards the fissure. But its form wavered, dissolving into ink-like wisps, struggling to hold its shape.

Wang Lin’s heart ached for his companion. With a surge of power, he reached out, grasping the dissolving mosquito beast and drawing it into a tattoo of dark ink upon his arm.

He dared not open his storage space. During his last attempt, he had sensed its instability, as if on the verge of collapse. He knew not if opening it now would trigger a catastrophic explosion, or if the storage space itself would even survive the passage into the Immortal Astral Continent.

These were the unknown dangers he must navigate, step by careful step.

Within the storage space lay not only pills and treasures, but also the Madman and the Silver-Clad Woman. Both possessed the blood of the Immortal Astral Continent, and thus could likely survive any mishap in the void, unless they, like Wang Lin, attempted to protect something or someone forbidden from entering this realm.

Having secured his mosquito beast, Wang Lin, with Li Muwan upon his back, took a moment to gather his strength. Then, his eyes snapped open, fixed upon the distant fissure. He felt a surge of memory, a return to his days on the Vermilion Bird Star, when he had become the Soul Devourer and burst forth into the Outer Domain. Gathering all his remaining strength, he became a shooting star, hurtling towards the rift!

His speed was blinding. To protect Li Muwan, he poured nearly all of his cultivation into his defense, relying only on his physical body to break through.

The passage narrowed! A hundred paces, fifty, thirty, ten—until finally, only a single pace remained!

Wang Lin’s body burned with excruciating pain, yet his eyes blazed with unwavering light.

“Immortal Astral Continent!” he roared. “Wang Lin has arrived!”