Within the scorched expanse of the Earthflame Star, spanning a hundred thousand leagues, Wang Lin did not attempt to become one with the heavens. Instead, with ever-increasing speed, he advanced with deliberate steps. To merge with the void, to traverse the land with a mere thought, was not his path in this moment. For this battle held a weight of utmost importance upon his soul.

Each step he took calmed the tempest within. His eyes, twin suns of the firmament, burned with a frightening clarity. A warrior’s fire ignited within him, growing with each stride, sharpening into a lethal edge aimed directly at the battlefield ahead.

This war spirit, swelling with Wang Lin’s relentless approach, surged into a furious tempest that raged behind him. Such was its power, it thrummed with his overwhelming will to fight!

“One hundred and eight immortals,” Wang Lin muttered, his voice a chilling whisper. “I seek not the seventy-two Earthly Fiends, but the thirty-six Celestial Stars themselves!”

A glacial glint flashed in his eyes. Victory was not merely desired; it was essential!

To contend for the true ranks of the hundred and eight, this was the first trial. Only by earning the right, within the Southern Domain of Luo Tian, could he aspire to the highest echelons.

The storm of his battle lust writhed behind him, engulfing him in an aura that seemed to merge with the very fabric of reality. Within the heart of this tempest churned the Yin-Yang twins, their black and white forms spiraling into one, emitting ripples of power that swept outwards, engulfing tens of thousands of leagues and expanding still.

His war spirit, born from the depths of his heart, overflowed with a lethal intent. His raven locks danced around him, transforming him in that instant into a demonic immortal.

The white robes he wore were not the pure white of fresh snow, but the chilling white of bone.

In this battle, Wang Lin intended not only to win but to achieve a decisive and crushing triumph. Only then could his name resound throughout Luo Tian, granting him the leverage needed to make demands that the Xiang Family could not ignore.

“Wan’er…” The sorrow in Wang Lin’s eyes deepened, yet amidst the grief, a profound love persisted, a constant reminder of his beloved Wan’er.

He would forever recall the collapse of his world when Li Muwan’s final tear fell, the soul-wrenching despair and isolation that severed him from the cosmos.

He could never forget his defiance against the heavens when he sought enlightenment, his perilous journey of逆修to defy fate itself for the sake of his unwavering love.

His arrival in the Luo Tian Starfield, his trials and tribulations, were all fueled by one singular purpose: to bring Wan’er back to life! The words of the Xiang Family’s maiden within the sealed scroll, the thunderous echo of that revelation in his heart, was the foundation of his presence in this land!

He *could not* fail!

Nor could he betray his promise to Clear Water, another binding force that forbade defeat.

Fueled by these unshakeable convictions and a battle lust that knew no bounds, the power within Wang Lin surged uncontrollably. The tempest of his war spirit roared, its阴阳 twins spinning with increasing fury!

This raw power radiated outward, instantly dominating the Earthflame Star for tens of thousands of leagues. As Wang Lin quickened his pace, his speed exceeded the crack of thunder, the streaking of meteors, the swiftness of rainbows, and then surpassed them tenfold!

At this velocity, Wang Lin plunged into the heart of the Earthflame Star, traversing thirty thousand leagues in a single breath!

In that instant, the two cultivators engaged in combat within the thousand-league barrier surrounding the Earthflame Star paled instantly. Their eyes widened in horror, and they forgot their quarrel, turning their gaze towards the source of the seismic force that rattled their very beings!

Not only these two, but virtually every living soul within ten thousand leagues experienced a sudden shift in their emotions. They turned their heads to face the distant source, including the blue-robed emissaries from the Thunder Immortal Hall, whose faces turned ashen. Their hearts hammered in their chests, and their blood seemed to thicken. Only the frenzied circulation of power within them offered a sliver of resistance.

Several patriarchs of the cultivation clans, meditating in seclusion, abruptly opened their eyes and fixed their gaze towards the horizon, revealing a look of astonishment. Their eyes gleamed with intelligence and amazement.

“What an immense war spirit!”

If they were affected, the common clansmen seated on the green stones were even more so. Their eyes betrayed their shock, their bodies thrumming with power almost beyond their control.

To stand against such unimaginable battle lust, to prevent their minds from fracturing, they had to fight to maintain control of themselves! This war spirit was too potent, too overwhelming, too *domineering*!

WAR!!!

An overwhelming surge of battle intent coalesced into a single word: *War!* Like a sonic boom, it reverberated through the minds of every cultivator within a thousand leagues. The word was silent, yet it resonated with a profound, spiritual resonance, shaking all who heard it to their core. Those with weaker cultivation spat blood, wounded by the sheer force of it!

Their defeat lay in this surrender to the war spirit, in the inescapable feeling of being utterly outmatched.

Shen Gonghu’s eyes bulged from their sockets. He leapt to his feet, assaulted by an irresistible, soul-crushing aura. It felt as though a primeval beast was striding through the distant void, its boundless battle lust stirring his very blood! He felt suffocated, as if he were holding his breath, and unless he released it, he would be gravely injured!

And that was not the worst of it. The key was that within this war spirit was an aura that Shen Gonghu knew intimately. A complex mix of bitterness and restrained anger flooded him.

“Lord… Sovereign Lord!” Shen Gonghu trembled. He had believed himself disappointed, had lost faith in his master, had felt like a fool. But in this instant, a wave of power surged through him, renewing his excitement, even though it was tainted with regret!

He roared, his body swelling with raw power. The energy swirling around him absorbed the conflicting emotions within his heart, ultimately transforming them into a wave of war spirit that surged heavenward, taking the shape of a colossal dragon that bellowed towards the horizon!
Not only he, but Zhan Konglie himself, rose to his feet, his gaze fixed on the approaching presence. Unlike Shen Gonghu, he could not sense the subtle arrival of Xu Mu, yet within the burgeoning battle intent, he discerned a familiar echo. A conjecture stirred in his heart, fueled by the pressure of that unseen force, and emboldened by the indomitable spirit of his Zhan Clan lineage. At Shen Gonghu’s bellow, Zhan Konglie was as a sheathed blade drawn, unleashing a torrent of war-like spirit.

This spirit manifested as a colossal dragon, wrought not of flesh and blood, but of pure, incandescent sword energy, erupting from his very being!

Tang Yanfeng, with measured grace, stood tall. A palpable aura of death emanated from him, quick as lightning, he surged forward, directly toward the source of the impending conflict. His eyes were glacial, his intent murderous.

This killing intent coalesced with the gathering war spirit, forming a tempestuous storm. As it swept onward, it merged with the battle lust of Shen Gonghu and Zhan Konglie, forming a united front against the encroaching threat.

Under this formidable pressure, many more were stirred to action. Within moments, dozens of additional auras blazed forth, defiant and unyielding, their roaring pronouncements thundering across the heavens.

The spectacle stunned all who beheld it.

Alone amidst the clamor, a venerable elder from the Thunder Immortal Hall, clad in violet robes, remained unmoved. His eyes were closed, his countenance serene, untouched by the rising tide of war.

This storm of martial will crashed against an unseen barrier. With a deafening boom that shook the very stars, Wang Lin, cloaked in white, materialized from the distance, each step deliberate, implacable.

With his advent, the combined war spirit of the assembled warriors seemed to wither, pressed down by the glacial gleam in Wang Lin’s eyes, the raw murderous intent that radiated from his soul, and the all-consuming flames of battle that surrounded him.

A bestial roar tore through the air as Tang Yanfeng charged forth, a crimson longsword crackling with arcane energy held aloft. As he channeled his essence, a series of mystical manifestations unfurled around him – a constellation of blood-red lotuses, blooming in a deadly halo as he raced toward Wang Lin.

Behind him, other warriors, unable to withstand the oppressive weight of the encroaching power, surged forward, throwing themselves into the fray.

Wang Lin’s eyes narrowed, and with a single step, his right hand rose. The primal force within him erupted, a collapsing storm that engulfed the surroundings. The strength of a nascent Nirvana Shatterer was unveiled, engulfing the heavens!

As the raw power spread, a flicker of horror crossed Tang Yanfeng’s face. Never had he imagined that his opponent’s cultivation had transcended the Corporeal Yang stage, reaching the heights of Nirvana Shattering!

In that moment of terror, Wang Lin arrived, his decisive Luo Severing incantation targeted unerringly at Tang Yanfeng’s crimson blade. The sword shattered with a deafening crack, its shards spinning away like crimson rain.

Before Tang Yanfeng could utter a cry, Wang Lin was upon him, his fingers transformed into blades of pure energy. Piercing through all defenses, he shattered the blood-red lotuses protecting the warrior.

Amidst the thunderous echoes, Wang Lin’s fingers struck true, landing squarely upon Tang Yanfeng’s chest. With a sickening thud, Tang Yanfeng was flung backwards, a torrent of blood erupting from his mouth. His body spasmed with arcane energies, bolts of lightning tearing him apart from within. His nascent soul was shattered, leaving him battered and broken.

All this occurred in the blink of an eye, with impossible speed. To a Nirvana Shatterer, the defeat of a Corporeal Yang master was but a trifle. Had Wang Lin willed it, a single touch would have extinguished Tang Yanfeng’s life.

As he withdrew his fingers, the crimson third eye upon his brow opened. A wash of scarlet light radiated outward, and the warriors who followed Tang Yanfeng faltered, their faces contorted in pain. Their manifested defenses crumbled into their primal forms, and they coughed blood, wounded to their cores, before tumbling backwards.

“Of the one hundred and eight Celestial Southern Domain titles, Xu desires the first,” Wang Lin declared, his voice a frigid blade.

“Xu Mu!” A cry of recognition burst from the surrounding crowd.

“Magoku No Kiki!”

“It is indeed Xu Mu, I’ve seen him with my own eyes!”