A chilling cackle echoed across the void, carried on winds of thunder and lightning, as the Fenglei Tianhan loomed over the captive Qingshui and his daughter. Qingshui, his spirit dimmed, eyes on the verge of closing in defeat, suddenly snapped awake. He gazed into the distance, vision blurred, yet his soul recognized a familiar presence.

A kinship, a brotherhood, the bond of his Shidi!

The maiden in pink beside him, tending to his wounds, lifted her delicate chin. Her eyes, once clouded with despair, now shone with a brilliance never before seen, fixed on the horizon.

The hulking Fenglei warrior shuddered, whirling around, disbelief etched upon his face.

On a distant celestial orb, Mu Bingmei, resigned to her fate, was seized by a sudden tremor. Light returned to her eyes, illuminating her exquisite features. A radiant smile graced her lips, a smile so rare and genuine it banished all shadows. She knew, with unwavering certainty, that he would not fall.

Dao Feigui, mere paces from claiming Mu Bingmei’s life, staggered back. He felt a chilling aura crawl across his skin, saw the tenderness in Mu Bingmei’s smile. Though he had never laid eyes upon Wang Lin, a terrifying realization struck him, shaking him to his core.

He spun around!

And on countless other worlds, those who knew Wang Lin, Xizi Feng, Zhan Konglie, Shen Gonghu, Yan Leizi, and countless more, turned their gazes toward the distance. They beheld a surge of unparalleled power hurtling through the star-strewn tapestry like a celestial river: an arrow of immense size, capable of rending the very heavens!

Its shaft measured ten thousand zhang, its tip a circular vortex of destruction. As it flew, the void before it crumbled, no force able to stem its furious tide.

Upon the arrow’s tip stood a figure clad in white, hair as white as winter’s snow. Faintly visible behind him, twin gargantuan wheels, the Immovable Revolutions, spun in eternal tandem, their roaring echoing across the cosmos.

At that instant, Qing Shuang, Hong Xiuzi, and even the Zhaohe maiden, unfamiliar with Wang Lin, turned their eyes toward the approaching, awe-inspiring arrow.

Disbelief contorted Qing Shuang’s face. The arrow seemed familiar, a half-remembered echo from a forgotten age, but he dared not believe what his heart whispered.

Hong Xiuzi stood frozen, speechless. He could not fathom that Wang Lin not only lived but had ascended to such a formidable state. He arrived in a manner so earth-shattering, so utterly unimaginable!

The shock within the Domain was but a whisper compared to the storm that raged beyond. Hundreds of thousands of outer Domain cultivators trembled, fear gripping their hearts. Some among them recognized Wang Lin and were consumed by dread.

Especially those Kong Xuan powerhouses who had participated in the previous attempt on Wang Lin’s life, their faces contorted with terror as they turned to witness his approach.

“It… it’s Wang Lin!”

“He… he’s still alive!”

“It is… Li Guang’s Arrow!” The two Xian Fei who had witnessed its might years ago turned ashen.

All this unfolded in a heartbeat. The arrow’s keening cry echoed across the void as it closed the immeasurable distance, leaving in its wake a shattered path of collapsed starfields, a cosmic scar that would forever mark the boundary of Yunhai.

The arrow, fueled by Wang Lin’s fury and tempered by the trials of Kunxu, Zhaohe, and Yunhai, hurtled toward its target: the gargantuan hand, a manifestation of the Palm Sovereign’s power, descending from the rift above the starlit array, above the encroaching palace.

This was Wang Lin’s defiance against the Palm Sovereign!

Faster than any lightning, in the fleeting moment before the Domain cultivators could fully grasp the situation, the arrow collided with the descending hand.

Upon impact, the hand shuddered, erupting in a kaleidoscope of seven colors. But these vibrant hues were no match for the desolate, vengeful arrow.

Thunderous booms ripped through the fabric of reality, unleashing shockwaves that dwarfed anything Rotian had ever witnessed. The hand convulsed violently, then shattered into fragments.

Unfazed, the celestial arrow pierced through the dissipating energy, its howling intensified. It seized the gaze of every being present, silencing their breath. It liberated those who had stood on the brink of oblivion and ascended towards the palace beyond the rift.

Upon the palace, the Palm Sovereign’s black robes billowed in the cosmic wind, revealing his gaunt, beardless face. His withered features twitched, and his eyes burned with a manic intensity.

“I refuse to believe that Li Guang’s bow, wielded by you, can deliver a blow to slay me!” the Palm Sovereign roared, stepping forward to confront the oncoming arrow.

In an instant, the Palm Sovereign stood before the arrow’s tip, his desiccated hands weaving a tapestry of seven-colored light that formed a shield. The confrontation began.

Explosions echoed across the star-strewn void as the rainbow barrier met the arrow’s relentless advance. Red, orange, yellow, and green shields faltered briefly before shattering into shards of light. Then the final three, blue, indigo, and violet, warped grotesquely, then imploded.

Even the Palm Sovereign’s defenses could not stop the arrow! Though Wang Lin’s cultivation may not be enough to face the Palm Sovereign, in this world, within this Domain, in this cave, he possessed this celestial weapon. Perhaps there were those who could deflect it, but the Palm Sovereign was not one of them!

Driven back, the Palm Sovereign’s robes ripped apart, revealing two emaciated arms. His face contorted with rage, he bit his tongue and spat forth a mouthful of blood.

This blood shimmered with golden light, a surge of Xian bloodline power that coalesced before him into a blinding golden sun. Upon its appearance, the primordial rules of existence permeated the very fabric of space.

“I will not believe it!”
With a roar that shook the very heavens, the Venerable Grandmaster thrust forth his hands, channeling power into the Golden Sun before him, a desperate bid to obliterate the oncoming arrow.

“Insignificant whelp, begone!” Wang Lin’s voice, a thunderclap of its own, echoed across the battlefield. As his words resonated, the arrow met the Golden Sun in a cataclysmic collision.

The resulting boom ripped through the air, an unbearable wave of sound that shattered the eardrums of countless cultivators, leaving them writhing in agony, blood streaming from their ears. The Golden Sun, a symbol of the Grandmaster’s might, shuddered violently, unable to withstand the arrow’s relentless force. Despite the Grandmaster’s straining arms, it was driven back, faltering before the inexorable advance.

Finally, with a deafening roar, the Sun exploded, unleashing a furious surge of raw energy. But instead of dissipating outward, the pressure of the arrow’s power forced the blast to coalesce, concentrating its fury upon the Grandmaster himself!

The Grandmaster coughed blood, his dark robes shredded to tatters, revealing a withered frame beneath. He was hurled backward, crashing against the ancient palace that jutted forth from the fissure in the sky.

The impact reverberated through the palace’s foundations, spiderweb cracks instantly spreading across its surface. But the arrow, unyielding in its pursuit, hurtled onward. As it neared the palace, the Grandmaster, with frantic gestures, formed a desperate seal. Before him, a colossal well materialized, its depths holding the cosmos itself – the sun and moon, constellations and nebulae swirling within.

This well was his second Realm of Incense, a treasure bestowed upon him by a madman in the lands of the Immortal Ascension Continent! Now, in his hour of need, he summoned it. The arrow plunged towards him!

Rather than laying flat, the well stood upright, its waters rippling with anticipation. As the arrow drew near, a spectral duplicate materialized from within, a perfect echo of the deadly projectile hurtling toward it.

The two arrows met in a fleeting clash. The ethereal arrow shattered instantly, disintegrating into nothingness. The Grandmaster choked on blood, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“You… you used the Immortal Undying Physique of the Ancestor! Such a treasure, granted only once in a lifetime, squandered… you squander it so! But how many such arrows remain? I wager only two bolts of immortal power! Two more shots, and you will never achieve immortality, never taste immortal blood! Then, you are nothing but an ant!” The Grandmaster’s words were cut short as the real arrow slammed into him, unleashing its pent-up fury. His body erupted in a shower of shattered bone and gore. And the palace behind him, a silent testament to his power, crumbled with him.

The palace, ancient and eternal, a symbol of the Outer Realm cultivator’s very spirit, a sacred object thought indestructible… now, before their horrified eyes, it shattered, its fragments scattered into the void with a final, earth-shattering boom!

The Grandmaster was vanquished, the palace destroyed, the very heavens wept at the cataclysm!

Yet, the Grandmaster was not utterly extinguished. In the instant his body disintegrated, as the arrow spent its final breath of power, the scattered remnants of his flesh and blood began to coalesce. With unnatural speed, they reformed, drawing together within the ruined fissure, resurrecting the Grandmaster once more!

“The Sealed Extinction Clan… the Three-Lives Technique!” Wang Lin’s eyes narrowed, recognizing the ancient art.

The resurrected Grandmaster, his face ashen, wasted no time. In the very moment of his rebirth, he surged towards the fissure, plunging within. With a final, desperate gesture, he tore at the fabric of reality, collapsing the rift behind him, vanishing into the unknown.

His escape was a pathetic retreat, a stark contrast to the arrogance he had displayed mere moments before!

The echoes of the battle still thundered in the air, slowly fading into silence. The hundreds of thousands of gathered cultivators stood in stunned silence, their gazes fixed upon Wang Lin. Such an arrow… such devastating power!

The Outer Realm Void Xuan cultivator, the aged miser, was pale with terror, his eyes wide with abject fear. That single arrow had utterly broken him.

The black-clad elder stood transfixed, horror etched upon his face. He had glimpsed death itself in the arrow’s trajectory.

Even the two Celestial Consorts, despite their lofty status, regarded Wang Lin with undisguised awe. What mattered that they were immortals of the Immortal Ascension Continent? They, too, were humbled before the might of this… this mere cave dwelling cultivator!

Farther away, the Cloudfall High Priestess trembled, her body barely under control. From her vantage point, she saw only Wang Lin’s back. This back, she knew… she feared. This back was the very image she had foreseen in her divinations, the harbinger of doom, the destroyer of worlds!

“Though she is not my love, she is the mother of my son, Wang Ping. What… did you just say?” Wang Lin turned, his gaze like twin blades, locked upon Dao Fei Gui, standing frozen in fear barely ten paces from Mu Bingmei upon a distant cultivation star.