The whistling winds of the cosmos echoed through the void, their lamentations growing ever more frantic. Under Wang Lin’s command, the colossal continent of the Wind Celestial Realm, with a thunderous roar, burst forth from the Cloud Sea and entered the River of Summons.

Having subdued the River of Summons, many of its scattered disciples, formerly of the Luo Tian Starfield, returned home within the span of three years. This was their familiar haven, a place where their wounds might find solace and healing.

Unlike the shimmering realms of other constellations, the River of Summons’ entrance lay open and unguarded. To reach it, one merely needed to venture into the northern depths of the river’s domain, where the resplendent Silver Stream of stars could be clearly seen.

This Silver Stream, it was the Shimmering Realm itself!

Wang Lin had visited the River of Summons on several occasions, but always with haste, his departures as swift as his arrivals. He had gazed upon the celestial river, knowing it to be the Shimmering Realm, yet never dared to tread within its ethereal currents.

This time, however, the continent of the Wind Celestial Realm drew near with a resounding rumble. Upon entering the River of Summons, it radiated waves of power, a tangible aura of authority that spread far and wide.

Beneath the Silver Stream that adorned the northern expanse, the Wind Celestial Realm’s continent came to rest, its slow descent halting in mid-air. Wang Lin arose, his gaze fixed upon the Shimmering Realm. With a purposeful stride, he stepped forward, and in an instant, he vanished into the celestial river.

From afar, the Silver Stream appeared to be composed of countless fragments of land, each tiny continent emitting a faint, ethereal glow that combined to form this timeless river of stars.

On the third day of Wang Lin’s sojourn within the Shimmering Realm, he emerged from the celestial river, a hint of weariness upon his countenance. As he stepped forth, he gestured with his right hand, and the entire Silver Stream shuddered. It hurtled towards the continent of the Wind Celestial Realm, encircling it in a slow, majestic orbit.

As the river flowed around the land, it bathed the continent in its silvery light, creating a vision of captivating beauty.

“The destruction of the Shimmering Realm is beyond repair,” Wang Lin lamented softly. “It can only serve as a protective river for the future Celestial Realm.” With these words, he steered the Wind Celestial Realm and the river of the Shimmering Realm away, embarking on a new course.

His third destination was the Thunder Celestial Realm within the Luo Tian Starfield!

Wang Lin was intimately familiar with the Thunder Celestial Realm, having left his mark upon many of its locales. It wasn’t long before the immense continent of the Wind Celestial Realm, encircled by its silver river, appeared in the heart of the Luo Tian Starfield.

Their arrival and the accompanying waves of power quickly caught the attention of the starfield’s wounded disciples. They stirred from their rest, their spiritual senses reaching out in curiosity. But their curiosity quickly turned to shock and awe.

At the entrance to the Thunder Celestial Realm, the ancient lightning storm, which once raged without end, was no more, having been drawn away by Wang Lin years ago. Reaching this familiar place, he didn’t hesitate. He rose and stepped into the Thunder Celestial Realm.

The Thunder Celestial Realm had suffered a catastrophic collapse. Yan Leizi had plundered much of its land long ago, and subsequent events had further diminished its size. Now, little remained.

The entirety of the Thunder Realm resembled a desolate ruin, a wasteland filled with despair. Moreover, the realm was unstable, as if on the brink of a greater collapse.

Gazing upon this scene, Wang Lin sighed after what seemed like an eternity.

“This place is beyond salvation. The Thunder Celestial Realm is lost.” After a moment of silence, he shook his head and withdrew his spiritual senses, turning to depart.

In that very instant, deep within the Thunder Celestial Realm, in the place where the Old Ghost of War resided, his eyes glinted with an unusual light. Wang Lin couldn’t perceive him, but the Old Ghost of War could see Wang Lin.

“To reshape the Four Great Celestial Realms… how much does he know? Is he the Third One?” The Old Ghost of War pondered in silence, making no move to stop Wang Lin’s departure.

The moment Wang Lin exited the Thunder Celestial Realm, a subtle gleam flickered in his eyes. When he had extended his spiritual senses across the realm, he had indeed failed to detect the Old Ghost of War. However, the Celestial Opposition Bead within his body had suddenly vibrated, sending forth a strange surge of power. With this unexpected energy, Wang Lin had, for a fleeting instant, become aware of the Old Ghost of War watching him from the realm’s depths!

Wang Lin made no overt reaction, concealing his awareness. Instead, he turned and left.

“So, he has been hiding here all along!” Leaving the Thunder Celestial Realm, Wang Lin accelerated towards the last of the Celestial Realms, the Rain Realm of Kun Xu!

Days later, at the juncture where the Four Great Celestial Realms met, Wang Lin stood in the cosmos. In less than half a month, he had traversed the four realms, gathering sufficient resources to complete his ambition of reshaping the celestial domains.

Gazing upon the starlit void, Wang Lin closed his eyes. After a long moment, he opened them with a determined glint. With a hand gesture, he pointed down towards the cosmic expanse.

“With the continent of the Wind Celestial Realm as its foundation, let this be the land of the new Celestial Realm!”

As he spoke these words, the unified continent of the Wind Celestial Realm surged forth from behind him, floating towards the point indicated by his right hand. It emanated waves of power, and an aura of celestial energy began to swirl.

Its position was at the intersection of the four starfields, such that if it were divided into four equal parts, each starfield would claim two portions.

“This new Celestial Realm shall be small. Let the shattered dust of the Rain Realm fill it, expanding its boundaries!” Wang Lin gestured once more, and his storage space materialized behind him, releasing the boundless dust he had gathered from the Rain Realm.

The dust instantly merged with the continent of the Wind Celestial Realm, layering upon it and giving it an increased thickness.

At this moment, Wang Lin raised his right hand towards the heavens. His eyes flashed, and a colossal palm print descended from above with a booming echo.

The palm print was none other than Wang Lin’s divine ability, the Spirit Sealing Imprint!

At Wang Lin’s command, the imprint struck the continent with an unstoppable force. It contained no destructive power, instead using the pressure to solidify the dust upon the land. As the dust compacted, the continent trembled, and its boundaries expanded outward!

With resounding booms, the continent expanded dramatically, transforming from a moderate size to an immense land.

“The Shimmering Realm’s river shall serve as the guardian river of this new Celestial Realm, dividing the mortal and the immortal. Cultivators below the Transformation Spirit stage shall not pass. Let this be the rule!” Wang Lin waved his sleeve, and the Shimmering Realm’s river surged forth, encircling the land in a radiant embrace.
Beneath a celestial radiance, a nascent Immortal Realm carved itself from the void!

“The Wheel of Reincarnation Formation! With this new Immortal Realm as its heart, drawing upon the breath of the primordial stars!” Wang Lin bit his tongue, expelling a mouthful of nascent spirit essence onto the Silver River-wreathed world.

As his blood descended, the Wheel of Reincarnation Formation encasing the realm stirred to life. Above the new Immortal Realm, a spectral wheel materialized, hovering above the land, slowly rotating. It greedily devoured the boundless primordial starlight from beyond the veil, channeling it into the heart of the newborn realm.

“This world is born, yet remains but a fledgling. Its future evolution is no longer mine to guide… now, the final act remains: to bind this Immortal Realm to the souls of all cultivation stars within the four starfields. Only then will mortals born within this realm, upon reaching the peak of Spirit Transformation, find passage to ascend to this Immortal Realm!”

Wang Lin, in silent contemplation, sat cross-legged upon the ethereal Wheel of Reincarnation floating above the new world. His eyes closed, and his nascent spirit soared forth from his brow. With a resonating tremor, Wang Lin’s spirit fractured into countless slivers, howling into the winds of creation.

Meanwhile, spurred by Wang Lin’s actions over the past fortnight, the cultivators of the realm, guided by Qing Shuang and others, had heeded his earlier summons. As Wang Lin forged the new Immortal Realm, the realm’s surviving tens of thousands of cultivators scattered, venturing to every cultivation star and every fragment of land capable of sustaining life within the four starfields.

The birth of the new Immortal Realm was not Wang Lin’s burden alone. His task was simply to forge the nascent form of this realm. Hongxiuzi and the others were capable of the same, yet the war had left them wounded, and they remained ignorant to the secrets of the cave world. Their vision was clouded.

Only Wang Lin, privy to the truth, understood the weight of responsibility. He was bound to act! Wang Lin knew that the war against the outer realm’s primordial stars was nearing its end, or perhaps had already concluded. Yet, a far greater trial loomed for all within the realm.

In this trial, either he would emerge victorious, leading his people out of the cave world, or the cave world’s inhabitants would perish, their souls extinguished. The universe, ruled by the relentless cycle of Tian Dao, would birth new cave world beings after millennia, restarting the eternal loop.

Perhaps, in some distant age, a babe named Wang Lin would once again be born, crying out into the void.

For the past half-month, the realm’s tens of thousands of cultivators had traversed the four starfields, appearing in every corner. They extracted fragments of the souls of countless cultivation stars, then carried them to others, a sacred transfer.

As the final month of the third year dwindled, on its penultimate day, the tens of thousands of cultivators returned, one by one, offering the harvested star souls as sacrifice. These star souls merged with the new Immortal Realm.

With each merging, until the last cultivator returned, the new Immortal Realm was irrevocably bound to the souls of every life-sustaining star within the four starfields. Henceforth, any cultivator born upon these stars would, upon transcending the Spirit Transformation stage, feel an ancestral tug, and ascend to this new Immortal Realm.

Having completed this, Wang Lin’s fragmented spirit coalesced, rejoining his physical form. He opened his eyes, stood, and bowed deeply to the tens of thousands of gazes that fell upon him, fellow cultivators of the realm.

“Wang Lin embarks upon a path of uncertain fate. The title of Sealed Paragon is shed this day… Three years of guardianship, the forging of the new realm, these are Wang Lin’s final acts. Now, I must go… to defy the Immortals!!”

“Should I succeed, the Immortals shall fall! Should I fail, Wang Lin shall perish! Situ, if I am to die, I entrust to you the knowledge I have shared. Etch it into jade slips, scatter them upon every cultivation star, bury them within every treasure, embed them within this new Immortal Realm. Even if all life is extinguished, let this truth remain as an indelible mark upon Tian Dao, so that those who come after may yet know!” Wang Lin raised his head, turned, and strode into the distance.

His silhouette, a solitary figure, resolute!

Behind him, tens of thousands of cultivators, including Qing Shuang, Hongxiuzi, Situ Nan, and more, returned Wang Lin’s bow, their hearts heavy with hope and dread.