The youth, Du Qing, stirred from his silence, his voice devoid of warmth or anger. “I alone seize what I desire, and shatter the abodes of lesser sects.” Yet, a strange contortion seized him, his form twisting, as if he were becoming a thing of wood.

“Never has a soul dared to defile the hallowed grounds of Du Qing!” he roared, a sound that rent the heavens. Clouds shattered like glass under the force of his rage, and plumes of dark smoke were driven back upon themselves. “None have dared! You who have desecrated my sect, who have slaughtered my disciples, whoever you are, your doom is sealed!”

“Within Tianniu Continent, you are marked for death! I will tear you limb from limb, I will inflict upon you millennia of torment, you shall rue the day you were born!” As the words poured from him, an aura of dreadful power erupted, scattering the nearest thousands of disciples like leaves before a gale. They had no time for a scream, only a shudder, before their life was snuffed out.

“I will have your life!” The youth spun, his hand reaching towards his remaining disciples. A young man, consumed by terror, was snatched from the air and his head was forced down.

With callous disregard, Du Qing plunged his immense spiritual power into the disciple’s mind, crushing his very soul. The youth’s shrieks were cut short as he withered and burst apart in a shower of gore.

From the fragments of the youth’s mind, Du Qing gleaned the truth. The image of Wang Lin burned itself into his eyes.

“Lord… Ancestor…” A quavering voice reached him, belonging to an elder whose physical form had been destroyed, the dragon-blooded man, “The man calls himself Wang… He claims he did not slay our disciples, nor did he destroy the mountain gate. He says he was made to refine someone as a… ”

Before the elder could finish, the middle-aged man with the missing arms felt his heart sink. *”This Sun Meng doesn’t know the sect leader well. He does not care for life, but for face.”*

Du Qing whirled, his eyes blazing with savage light.

“The thousands of disciples you saw die just now? He was the cause! As for you, Elder, though you lost your body, you should have detonated your spirit to stop him. You failed to do so, and thus I curse you to become wood, sealed away for a century!” He reached out, his hand closing around the terrified Elder Sun. The old man trembled, unable to resist, as a grey light poured into his spirit. He screamed in agony as his spiritual core turned to wood. Du Qing released him, and the petrified elder fell to the earth, where a sudden vortex swallowed him whole. The remaining disciples trembled, daring not speak.

“Rouse the entire sect! Find this Wang Lin! I give you three months. If you fail, your entire clan will be put to the sword! Proclaim this throughout Tianniu Continent. Whoever harbors this Wang Lin shall suffer the consequences!”

Meanwhile, Wang Lin sped through the sky, adjusting to the strange energies of this new world.

*”In the Caves, my spirit could encompass half the realm. Here, some invisible law constricts it, shrinking it to half of its original size.”*

He determined this was not unique to him by the fact that no spiritual senses from the Canglong Sect were locked onto him.

*”And Shrunk Earth, that technique of instant travel, fails to function on this Xian罡 Continent.”* Wang Lin frowned, stepping forward multiple times to try to integrate with the earth.

*”This, too, cannot be unique. From the Canglong Sect Ancestor’s return time, I can tell he is at an Empty Nirvana level, and was still not able to return in time. Therefore, he cannot use Shrunk Earth either!”*

Wang Lin mused, his speed undiminished. He began to understand that the heavens of the Caves and Xian罡 were different.

The Cave is the illusion, Xian罡 is the truth!

He could blend into the Caves but not into Xian罡, and so could not use Shrunk Earth.

*”There must be a way, but it may require a higher level of cultivation.”* Wang Lin was lost in thought.

Everything was new and unfamiliar. He was thankful for the knowledge of the man Kang Ren. Although limited, he at least knew something of Tianniu Continent. *”I am on the Tianniu Continent… Guizong and Daxianmen are the strongest sects here… I am somewhat familiar with them…”*

*”Dahunmen… Where Fan Shanmeng is! They own some powerful illusions. Yun Yifeng has joined Guizong.”*

*”I am too late…”*

Wang Lin sighed, but was comforted that Tianniu Continent was where the Seven Coloured Immortal once lived.

*”This continent is so big, it is as if it is dozens of Caves combined. It will take me hundreds of years at my speed. I must see the Seven Coloured Sect. I must go to Dao Gu Mountain.”*

*”Before that, I must go to Donglin Sect and get inside Donglin Pool!”* Wang Lin’s heart was filled with anticipation.

*”Before that, I need to take care of my storage.”*

He flew like a meteor, until he saw a massive mountain range. Wang Lin knew that Tianniu was full of mountains from Kang Ren’s memories.

*”This place is good…”*

Wang Lin descended and entered a mountain, where he expanded the insides into a stone room.

Wang Lin sat and used restrictions to seal the mountain. He carried the coffin, never taking it off. The continent was not the Caves, so he had to be careful.

*”Kang Ren could open his own storage space… I saw the immortals do that back in Seven Coloured. I should have done that!”*

Wang Lin frowned and waved his hand, and a crack appeared. It disappeared, and he did not feel bad, for it was merely a place to hold junk. *”Some items should be fine.*

*”I must save the Blood Sword… and the golden seal of the old man’s divine ability… I must save Kunji Whip and the demon puppet…”*