## The Twelfth Scroll: Immortal’s Scourge, Tenth Sun – Chapter 1892: Dreams Forged Real!

The Thunderous Essence within Wang Lin’s mortal coil, swollen further by relentless absorption, grew to monstrous proportions. Yet, held in check by the celestial pearl of Rebuke, the will of the Dao-Devil Sect Master could not fully coalesce within him, failing to extinguish Wang Lin’s own consciousness.

But now, with the Sect Master having consumed the Orb of the Thunder Emperor, an unrestrained torrent of Thunderous Essence surged through unseen conduits, drawn inexorably into Wang Lin’s being.

Wang Lin trembled violently. His unbound hair, stirred by unseen winds, rose in unison, crackling with countless arcs of celestial lightning that danced around him, radiating an aura of unparalleled thunderous might.

This devastating force shook the very fabric of the verdant realm. Even within this emerald expanse, the land quaked. Myriad green motes shimmered, coalescing into a swarm of jade scorpions that writhed and hissed silently around Wang Lin.

However, the impossible magnitude of this Thunderous Essence, poised to give birth to the Sect Master’s will, was met by the Rebuke Pearl. With a sudden rotation, it spun the encroaching will away, like silken threads drawn and dispersed. The encroaching torrent was diminished at the point of overflow, achieving an uneasy balance, only to diminish slowly once more.

“How can this be?!” Outside the scorpion edifice, the Dao-Devil Sect Master, still veiled in mist, snapped his eyes open, his face etched with disbelief. He could not perceive the Rebuke Pearl within Wang Lin. To him, all appeared normal, and he could find no trace of his lost will.

He was not alone in sensing the anomaly. Within the scorpion’s depths, the aged high priest frowned, his brow furrowed in contemplation. After a moment, he coughed, and with a flourish of his sleeve…

…another bolt of lightning, another mirror image of the Thunder Emperor’s Orb, hurtled forth from the grand edifice, aimed directly at the Dao-Devil Sect Master.

“The last Orb of the Thunder Emperor. Even in the Thunderclap Continent, less than three of these remain. Should you fail again, all previous promises shall be rendered null!” The raspy voice of the old priest echoed, punctuated by his frail cough.

The Dao-Devil Sect Master’s face darkened. He had not foreseen such a bizarre turn of events. He stared intently at the orb drifting before him, his jaw tightening, the veins in his temples throbbing. With a savage intake of breath, the orb transformed into pure lightning and plunged down his throat.

The moment the orb was swallowed, the Dao-Devil Sect Master wove a complex series of hand seals and pressed them against his brow, then cast his gaze to the heavens and uttered a low, guttural roar.

“Thunderous Essence, disperse!” As his voice reverberated, the Sect Master unleashed every last scintilla of Thunderous Essence within him. Without hesitation or reservation, he flung it into the unseen conduit towards Wang Lin. Within this torrent surged his complete will. This time, he *had* to succeed!

And within this Essence surged a tidal wave of raw thunderous power – the essence of the second Thunder Emperor’s Orb – driving the Sect Master’s will onward with relentless force.

Under the onslaught of this impossible surge, Wang Lin’s body within the green realm convulsed once more. The arcs of lightning dancing across his skin multiplied tenfold, expanding outward to encompass a hundred-foot radius. Wang Lin now stood at the heart of a maelstrom of celestial lightning, a living hell of thunder!

The roaring lightning coalesced into blinding light, and Wang Lin’s head, no longer under his control, snapped upward. From his closed right eye, a sigil of lightning, having flickered nine times in rapid succession, burst forth.

The unleashed lightning, a hundred feet above Wang Lin’s head, formed a colossal lightning glyph. The moment it appeared, it began to ravenously devour all the thunderous energy within a hundred-foot radius. Streaks of lightning converged upon it, and the lightning rune now possessed a human-like silhouette!

It was the nascent form of an Essence Avatar. Though still incomplete, it would soon become real!

In the blink of an eye, as the hundred-foot radius was scoured clean, Wang Lin’s inert body erupted with even more lightning. It poured from every pore, ten at a time, until thousands upon thousands were coalescing into a power beyond reckoning. They consumed the verdant world, and transformed it into a world of raging thunder.

This vast power thundered into the lightning glyph above, ceaseless roars echoing, penetrating even the scorpion edifice, resounding throughout the area, sending tremors through the very earth of the Green Devil Continent.

The humanoid silhouette above grew swiftly, lightning coalescing into bones, until a full skeleton stood within. Then, lightning coalesced into flesh, with arteries coursing with electricity. At the moment when the last streak was drawn in, another Wang Lin formed!

Its eyes remained shut, its body suffused with the power of thunder, as if it was born to command the forces of nature!

A Thunderous Avatar!

The Thunderous Avatar that Wang Lin dreamed of. At this moment, it was born. Yet, this Avatar was not his, but the Dao-Devil Sect Master’s!

For within this Thunderous Avatar dwelled the complete will of the Sect Master.

Outside the scorpion edifice, the Dao-Devil Sect Master was in conflict. He could feel the power of the Thunderous Avatar, but he had been tasked with helping revive the Green Devil Scorpions. If he could, that would be more valuable than the avatar.

A cough echoed from within. The sound resonated in the Sect Master’s mind, and his eyes hardened with resolve.

“The future promise of the Green Devil Scorpions outweighs this Avatar! Its power is not so great that I cannot forsake it.” The Dao-Devil Sect Master pressed his fingers against his brow, and his mind raced into the realm of his avatar!

The avatar opened his eyes, and a Yin energy began to emanate around it. It then lifted its right hand and placed it upon the Wang Lin below. As it pressed down, Wang Lin’s body convulsed, and his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth spewed the last vestiges of the lightning.

As the lightning raced into the avatar’s pores, it opened its eyes!

His face was full of Yin energy, and his soul radiated the soul of the sect master. The skies thundered, and lightning crackled down from the sky!

With impossible speed, a crown of lightning formed on the avatar’s head!

A crown of the Thunder Emperor!

As the crown formed, lightning coalesced behind the avatar. It formed a chariot of thunder!

At that moment, the Thunder Avatar was finally complete!

Wang Lin stirred in his sleep. The Rebuke Pearl had protected Wang Lin from the attack. But the attack had awakened something within him.

As Wang Lin opened his eyes, he saw the Avatar of lightning that floated above him!

He was stunned. The events were still hazy to him. But he would understand them soon.

He was stunned, for he had seen this scene before! In the Great Soul Gate! He had seen this, and had been stunned!

His dream had become a reality!