## Chapter 1665: The Opening

The destruction of the Seal did not signify an end. Instead, it heralded the genesis of a new Grand Design, a tapestry woven by Wang Lin himself, a bastion belonging to the Realm Within. This was but the first stride in Wang Lin’s grand scheme, born from the depths of his soul and dedicated to the slain尊.

As the Barrier of Binding shattered, the breath of the Ancient Star Domain beyond flooded inward, engulfing all of the Realm Within’s starry skies. This essence, both alien and intimately familiar, stirred ancient memories.

For in the elder days, before the Seal’s imposition, the Realm Within and the Outside were one. This very air had once permeated the inner cosmos, inhaled by countless mortals, exhaled by myriad cultivators, and harnessed by the rare Great Adepts to forge their own sacred realms, cradling devout populations and drawing power from their incense.

Yet with the rise of the Binding Barrier, this lifeblood was forcibly excised, leaving the Realm Within starved and unable to match the raw might of the Outside.

But now, after ages of separation, that long-lost essence returned. Like a prodigal son, kept from his hearth by a locked door, at long last the gate swung open, and he stepped once more upon ancestral soil.

The breath, bearing whispers of the unknown yet echoing with forgotten truths, swirled around the Four Great Starfields. While it would be an exaggeration to claim it brought instant revitalization, its presence kindled a spark of hope within the weary survivors of the recent conflict, fostering a nascent vitality.

Layer by layer, the intricate web of the Seal unraveled, its dissolution echoing across the heavens for what seemed like an eternity. As the last vestiges crumbled, the sound reverberated even through the Ancient Star Domain, sending tremors of unrest among the remaining Outer Realm denizens. Powerful cultivators, rare among their dwindling numbers, ascended into the void, their gazes drawn towards the distant Realm Within.

Though their mortal eyes could not pierce the cosmic gulf, they sensed the unmistakable surge of vital energy flowing towards that ancient land, seeking to satiate its emptiness.

Seized by a sudden, urgent impulse, one amongst them blazed forth like a shooting star. Instantly, a legion of Outer Realm cultivators followed, each transforming into a streak of celestial fire, hurtling from every corner of the Ancient Star Domain towards the Realm Within.

They craved to witness the aftermath of the Seal’s fall, to comprehend the destiny that awaited the lands within.

Wang Lin stood serenely amidst the swirling stars, his gaze fixed upon the dissipating remnants of the Binding Barrier. He drank in the roaring currents of the Ancient Star Domain’s essence, his eyes burning with a fierce, unwavering light.

After a long silence, he raised his hands towards the heavens, and with a gesture of immense power, unleashed a voice that echoed across the Four Great Starfields and resonated even in the outermost reaches of the void.

His voice, a thunderous roar, yet clear and distinct to every ear, proclaimed:

“Today, I, Wang Lin, shatter the Seal! I will weave anew, a grand Design, a tapestry unnamed!”

As the words left his lips, he swept his arms wide, and the swirling vortex of the Three Origins, that celestial wheel he had brought forth, surged from behind him and stood tall before him, bathed in starlight.

A resonating hum filled the void as the merged triad of Origins expanded at an exponential rate, dwarfing the broken Seal.

With the surge of energy came a peculiar glow, emanating from Wang Lin’s eyes. He raised his right hand and pointed towards the heavens.

“O’ lost weapons, shattered in countless wars! O’ spirits dwelling within, dispersed into the cosmic dust! By my name, Wang Lin, I summon you! Rise from the nothingness, merge with my Design, and attain eternal life!”

Wang Lin’s voice pulsed with the raw power of the Origins, imbued with the wisdom gleaned from a lifetime of trials. As the words spread outward in rippling waves, they cascaded across the lands of Cloudsea, Luo Tian, Kun Xu, and Zhao He.

And as the waves receded, spectral forms flickered into existence, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow. These were the echoes of swords, sabers, and a thousand other tools of war, shattered and broken, remnants of battles long past. Yet within each ruin, a spark of spirit endured, a whisper of sentience. These spirits, sensing Wang Lin’s call and the promise of everlasting life, answered without hesitation. With cries that rent the heavens, they surged towards the wheel of Three Origins, seeking reunion and rebirth.

As each spirit merged with the ever-expanding wheel, it unleashed a torrent of potent energy. Infused with the souls of countless instruments, it now pulsated with a life force unlike any other.

These spirits, long parted from their wielders, who had perished in the throes of war, had faded into legend. Yet, the cycle of rebirth continued. Now, these spirits emerged from the wellspring of time, rising from countless battlefields across the Four Great Starfields like rivers of silver light, converging upon the nascent design.

With each addition, the spinning wheel of Origins swelled in power, becoming a bastion of immeasurable force.

“O’ innocent planets, destroyed in this endless cycle of conflict! Though your bodies are dust, your spirits linger, unwilling to fade. By my name, Wang Lin, I summon you to join my Design, and grant you eternal life within!” Wang Lin spoke with gentle sorrow, closing his eyes as the words left his lips.

In that instant, across the desolate voids of the Four Great Starfields, countless phantasmal forms of planets flickered into existence.

These shattered worlds, long reduced to cosmic debris, retained vestiges of their former souls. And moved by Wang Lin’s words, and his oath of immortality, these planetary spirits answered the call.
Within the Four Great Star Domains, the emergence of the True Cultivation Star Souls sent tremors through the cosmos. Dust motes danced, meteorites trembled, and fractured continents shuddered as one.

A howling wind, a celestial dirge, swept across the domains. Drawn by the True Cultivation Star Souls, these specks of dust, fragments of rock, and shattered lands hurtled towards the expanding Wheel of Samsara, born of the Three Great Essences.

The ceaseless merging solidified Wang Lin’s essence-forged wheel, granting it a tangible form and unleashing a pressure that dwarfed the heavens. With a mighty sweep of his arms, Wang Lin commanded the wheel to expand, engulfing Cloud Sea, spreading through Luo Tian, and utterly consuming Zhao He and Kun Xu.

The cultivators of the Realm Within stood in awe, their hearts stirring with emotions unseen in their lifetimes. They gazed upon the star-strewn sky as the collapsing Seal Array was replaced by the reborn Wheel Array, its humming song resonating in their souls.

Before their very eyes, a nascent formation, an immeasurable barrier, encompassed the Realm Within, severing its connection to the outer cosmos. Yet, it allowed the ancient starlight of the Primordial Star Domain to permeate, standing sentinel between realms.

This formation, an endless Wheel of Samsara, would endure longer than the Seal Array, ushering in a new epoch.

“Countless Outer Realm invaders, who met their end within our realm! Though death claims you, your souls, adrift between worlds and denied the cycle of rebirth, must atone for the slaughter you wrought. I, Wang Lin, shall bind your lingering essence, making you slaves to propel this Wheel of Samsara, for all eternity!” Wang Lin’s eyes snapped open. He raised his right hand, forming a hand seal, and pressed it upon the star-filled sky of the Realm Within.

The touch unleashed a howling tempest across the realm. Born of Wang Lin’s power, woven from his very soul, the storm swept forth, carrying unheard, chilling wails that only Wang Lin could perceive. These mournful echoes resonated throughout the Four Great Star Domains.

In the starry expanse, twisted remnants of souls were forcibly torn from their ethereal prisons. Their forms, contorted in rage and despair, flickered as they were drawn forth. Their defiant cries of terror were instantly swallowed by the all-consuming dread. Wang Lin’s soul-born storm seized these unformed remnants of Outer Realm invaders, spiraling them into the heart of the Wheel of Samsara.

Some of these lingering spirits perished in the century-long war, while many more were ancient, primordial beings who fell in past conflicts between the realms.

The storm surged past the three daughters of Mu Bingmei, swept out from the Cloud Sea, filled Luo Tian, touched Zhao He, and pulled back from Kun Xu. Each agonizing wail, each desperate struggle, ended with a soul imprisoned, sealed upon the great Wheel Array.

The Cloud Sea, the heart of the first battle, yielded the greatest bounty of souls – over ten thousand spectral forms, twisted into grotesque shapes before being imprisoned within the turning array.

In the Luo Tian Star Domain, countless more, tens of thousands of phantoms, succumbed to the silent call, finding no escape from their eternal penance.

These souls were denied rebirth, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation. They were dead, and their remnants were merely echoes of their dying rage. Before being drawn together in this manner, they were shapeless pockets of resentment, breeding grounds for cruel and savage beings.

This malevolent essence had a profound effect on cultivators, particularly those of weaker constitution. Their inner demons, their hidden fears, were often born from these vestiges of spiteful souls drifting through the cosmos.

As the spectral remnants of countless Outer Realm invaders who perished in the wars of ages flowed into the newly forged Wheel Array, their forms began to materialize. They merged with the wheel, their spectral limbs straining to push the massive structure. With over a million souls bound to its turning, the Wheel of Samsara roared to life.

Each rotation brought agonizing shrieks from the tormented spirits, as if their very being was crushed beneath the wheel’s weight. Yet, their pain fueled the turning, driving it ever faster.

Thus it would continue, for all of eternity.

“O Ancients of the Realm Within, who fell in battles of old, O Forebears who gave your lives, O Companions who fought by my side! Forgive me for disturbing your eternal rest. I call upon you now… Will you become the undying spirits of this array, the souls worshipped by generations of those who dwell within the Realm?”

“If so, I, Wang Lin, humbly beseech you.” Wang Lin clasped his hands and bowed to the star-filled sky.