As Wang Lin traversed the ethereal veil and entered the Seven Million Realms, a shimmering net of light materialized before him. The pulsating radiance served as both barrier and ward, granting him a swifter retreat.

The pursuing bolt of Unextinguished Lightning crashed against the luminous barrier with deafening force. The cataclysmic boom reverberated throughout the Seven Million Realms, causing the net to tremble violently before shattering into a thousand shimmering fragments.

The instant the light web failed, tens of thousands of Flash Thunder Clan denizens within those realms cried out as their orifices bled. Their bodies became conduits for raw lightning, and they perished in explosive bursts of energy.

Unknown to Wang Lin, after his departure, Ascendant Scatterspirit had acted in secret. With a fell stroke, he had captured all the Flash Thunder Clan within the Seven Million Realms, but rather than outright slaying them, he had sealed them, binding their very life force to serve as the foundation of the protective light web.

Now, with its collapse, the wretched souls of the Flash Thunder Clan were extinguished.

The Unextinguished Lightning, too, faltered. The power woven into the net proved potent enough to diminish its fury. Yet, even as it regrouped, poised to resume its deadly pursuit, a spectral figure flickered into existence before Wang Lin.

Ascendant Scatterspirit stepped from the void, his eyes burning with arcane fire. He reached out, his hand clamping down upon the raging lightning.

Thunderous echoes shook the very firmament. Scatterspirit’s robes billowed around him, his body convulsing with violent jolts. He coughed forth a mouthful of blood, yet his grip held firm. He wrestled the Unextinguished Lightning, slowly dissipating its raw power, though it stubbornly refused to be fully quenched.

Wang Lin ceased his retreat and darted forward, his fist clenched. Without hesitation, he struck with all his might. His right eye blazed with a surging torrent of Lightning Essence, spreading outwards as a corona of crackling energy.

Scatterspirit, with a guttural roar, squeezed again, further diminishing the Unextinguished Lightning. Then, with a sudden release, he unleashed it into Wang Lin’s path. The punch landed with a world-shattering explosion, the unleashed Lightning Essence pouring into the heart of the Unextinguished Lightning.

The combined assault erupted in a deafening roar, and the Unextinguished Lightning shattered under their united might.

The force of the destruction sent both Wang Lin and Ascendant Scatterspirit staggering back, their faces etched with concentration. In that instant, the silhouette of the Grand Elder of the Flash Thunder Clan materialized.

The moment he arrived, his expression hardened.

“The Seven Million Realms!”

His gaze then fell upon Ascendant Scatterspirit, and his eyes narrowed with dawning comprehension.

“Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder,” Scatterspirit’s voice rumbled, his eyes locked onto the elder. “Do you remember me?”

The Grand Elder’s face was a mask of grim calculation. He swiftly grasped the truth of Wang Lin’s scheme: he had lured him out, feigning a desperate battle before fleeing into the Seven Million Realms to provoke the Grand Elder’s pursuit.

He had walked willingly into their trap! Though his cultivation rivaled all but the Third Step Ascendants, he did not panic. He merely cast a cold gaze upon Scatterspirit, a slight frown furrowing his brow. He knew that if they dared bring him here, they had prepared for him.

“You!” The Grand Elder’s eyes glinted with shock despite his outward composure. “The insignificant worm! If not for my mercy, you would have perished under the Heavenly Tribulation!” The Grand Elder recognized him, yet he could scarcely believe that within these Seven Million Realms, such a powerful being had risen. How could the Flash Thunder Clan have remained ignorant of his existence?

It was an impossibility that defied reason. But now that he had found him, he would crush him.

Scatterspirit threw back his head and laughed, his eyes blazing with eons of simmering hatred. He locked his gaze on the Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder and spoke, “I have endured all this time for one purpose: to scour this realm, to crush your Flash Thunder Clan’s so-called Immortal Realm, and to see you annihilated!”

The Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder sneered. With a swift movement, he swept his hand forward, his voice laced with icy disdain. “You overestimate yourselves. Even if you two combine your strength, you are no match for me!”

With the sweeping gesture, the heavens themselves trembled. Countless bolts of lightning materialized around the Grand Elder, coalescing into a storm of crackling spheres that hurtled towards Wang Lin and Scatterspirit.

Scatterspirit snarled, his face alight with a frenzied joy. He had suppressed his hatred for eons, hiding and enduring for countless years. Now, at last, the moment of his revenge had arrived.

He raised his face to the heavens and howled, his voice raw with anguish and vengeance.

“Today, Scatterspirit shall avenge the countless generations who have perished at the hands of your Flash Thunder Clan! I shall… slay an Immortal!” With a mad laugh, he took a step forward, his hands weaving a complex series of seals, then abruptly spreading them wide.

“For tens of thousands of years, I have traversed these Seven Million Realms, tracing the boundaries, treading every corner. And in that journey, I came to understand the very essence of these worlds. From that understanding, I forged a unique and original Divine Art!”

“The Seven Million Realm Immortal Slaying Seal!”

As Scatterspirit’s harrowing cry echoed across the heavens, the Seven Million Realms seemed to awaken from a slumber. At the same moment, countless phantom fragments appeared around Scatterspirit.

They were so numerous, so dense, that they seemed endless. Yet, upon closer inspection, it became clear that each of these fragments perfectly mirrored one of the Seven Million Realms.

This was Scatterspirit’s ultimate skill. He possessed a transcendent mind, capable of imprinting the entirety of the Seven Million Realms within his very soul. After eons of practice, he had successfully created miniature replicas of the realm’s essence within his own body.

It was similar to how Wang Lin had observed the sea, or the Wind Immortal Realm Stone Gate, burning their images into his spirit.

However, Scatterspirit had imprinted something far more intimate: the Seven Million Realms that had given him life and nurtured him, including even the very edges of the realms themselves.

As this divine art unfurled, the heavens and earth shifted, the wind and clouds swirling into a tempestuous dance. The countless, densely packed fragments of the Seven Million Realms formed into a vortex, engulfing the Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder in a miniature reflection of the very world around them!
“SEAL!!” San Ling, the Ascended Spirit, roared, and the countless shards of fragmented power converged, coalescing into a colossal seal!

The Grand Elder of the Flash Thunder Clan visibly paled. He would have dismissed San Ling as a mere annoyance, but he now faced a far more formidable presence: Wang Lin, the man he deeply feared.

Though Wang Lin remained still, his eyes were like sharpened swords, relentlessly locked upon the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder knew he couldn’t afford any distraction. Determination hardened his gaze as he prepared to unleash the forbidden art of the Fifth Decay of Mortality, hoping to obliterate both foes in a single, devastating strike. A chilling premonition gnawed at him – to hoard his life force now would invite unforeseen catastrophe!

His decision made, he acted without hesitation. His hands blurred in a complex series of hand seals, and then he thrust them outwards. His robes billowed, his long hair danced as if caught in a gale, and his entire being exploded with terrifying power!

“Behold!” he roared, “the true might of the Fifth Decay! I offer a millennium of my vital essence to summon the Thunderclouds of Heaven! The Art of Thunderous Quake, Descend!” The tribal mark upon his brow blazed like a miniature sun. With a resounding boom, the colossal compass that had appeared before manifested once more in the seven million worlds of the starry sky!

The compass spun silently, draining the color from the Flash Thunder Clan’s Grand Elder’s face, replaced by a mask of desperate ferocity. He thrust his hands skyward, and in that instant, as if the heavens and earth were rent asunder, countless clouds materialized out of thin air, coalescing, growing, until they blanketed the firmament.

The clouds roiled and churned, concealing within their depths a storm of furious lightning. The lightning lashed against the clouds, creating peals of thunder that grew in intensity with each passing moment!

The thunder swelled, swiftly drowning out all other sound until only an earsplitting roar remained. Waves of sonic force emanated from the thunderclouds, radiating outwards in a maelstrom of destruction!

This quake, this deafening cacophony, was the Thunderous Quake, the Grand Elder’s ultimate technique. By inducing a cataclysmic resonance, he aimed to disrupt the very blood flow of his opponents, to shatter their minds and bodies until nothing remained but dust.

The earth-shattering roar echoed wildly, and Wang Lin staggered, coughing up blood. His hands flew into counter-seals, summoning the Realm of Wind and Rain to form a desperate defense.

San Ling, the Ascended Spirit, likewise paled, unleashing a primal roar. He flung his sleeves wide, spewing forth a mouthful of blood. The crimson droplets scattered, merging with the phantasmal projections of his seven million worlds, forcing them to contract with terrifying speed, threatening to crush the Grand Elder within!

The waves of the Thunderous Quake crashed against the rapidly shrinking sphere of seven million worlds, creating a symphony of cataclysmic destruction.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The seven million phantom realms crumbled in rapid succession, yet even in their destruction, they unleashed a formidable counterforce. The chaotic energy disrupted the Thunderous Quake, causing it to unravel and dissipate!

Wang Lin’s eyes flashed. He strode forward, raising his right hand as a palm. He pointed a single finger towards the heavens and then slammed his palm downwards with ferocious might! As he struck, the entire cosmos reflected in his pupils inverted!

The Heavenly Seal of Reversal!

Heaven became earth, the stars became the void! The entire universe, in that instant, twisted and turned according to Wang Lin’s will.

And as the inversion took hold, the fabric of reality itself warped. The Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder roared in alarm, waving his hands frantically as the clouds billowed and expanded, desperately struggling to resist the crushing force!

San Ling, the Ascended Spirit, saw his opportunity and charged headlong towards the Grand Elder within the inverted domain. His hands blazed with nine hundred and seventy-one seals, each a ward against the forces arrayed against him.

Wang Lin’s eyes blazed with a chilling light. He raised his left hand, the image of the Servitude Seal forming in his mind. He struck forward with his palm. With a thunderous roar, a gargantuan hand descended from the heavens, aimed squarely at the Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder!

The palm was as vast as the sky, radiating power, its pressure crushing, its intent absolute. The Flash Thunder Clan Grand Elder’s pupils contracted in utter terror!