Chapter 907. Vermillion Bird Series (1/2)

In the 17th layer of the Immortal Graveyard on planet Suzaku. The moment that Ta Shan was about to step into the 18th layer, an extremely dignified voice echoed within the 17th layer!

“The 18th layer can’t be entered!”

This sound was so powerful that Ta Shan’s body was pushed back dozens of feet. It was as if he had been hit by a powerful impact, and he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.

The big-headed boy was also forced back. As for Lei Ji, he felt a buzz and his mind went blank. He only knew that he was being constantly pushed back.

Yun Quezi was also the same. He had the lowest cultivation level and was thrown back until he hit a wall. He coughed out a large mouthful of blood and became dispirited.

Wang Lin’s eyes turned cold. The moment the voice appeared, his origin energy activated and was forced back a few dozen feet before he could steady himself. His face was pale as he looked ahead.

A ripple echoed in the air and the old cultivator that looked like Huanglong stepped out. The moment he appeared, a crazy high temperature appeared. In an instant, all of the cracks that had appeared were sealed and the path to the 18th layer was closed!

The old cultivator had the air of a celestial and gave off a pressure without being angry. One could feel a powerful aura coming from him just by looking a him. However, that aura immediately disappeared and was contained within this old cultivator, which made him feel even more dangerous.

After he appeared, he waved his sleeve. Yun Quezi, Ta Shan, the big-headed boy, and Lei Ji only felt a powerful gust of wind. They disappeared and were directly sent outside of the Immortal Graveyard.

Wang Lin’s pupils shrank and hundreds of ideas flashed through his mind. This old cultivator had sent everyone except him away, so there was some profound meaning to his actions. His eyes flashed indiscernibly before he immediately bowed and respectfully said, “Heng Yue Sect disciple Wang Lin greets Sect Master!”

The old cultivator looked at Wang Lin with a smile that was not a smile and asked, “Who is your sect master?”

Wang Lin’s expression was neutral as he said, “If Senior won’t admit it, then just take it that Junior is mistaken.”

The old cultivator laughed and said, “You’re an interesting little fellow. Why do you think I’m the sect master of the Heng Yue Sect?”

Wang Lin calmly said, “Junior went to the Demon Spirit Land and saw a painting that contained Senior’s image.”

The old cultivator pondered a bit and smiled. “Little fellow, you can’t just call anyone ‘sect master.’ The dignified Thunder Celestial of the Allheaven Star System, Xu Mu. When did I have such a disciple?”

Wang Lin’s mind trembled, but his expression didn’t change. He said, “Junior has mistook you for someone else.”

The old cultivator revealed a look of admiration as he was very satisfied with Wang Lin’s reaction and response. His eyes lit up and he said, “We can talk about whether you’re mistaken or not later. Do you know that you almost made a terrible mistake? That 18th layer is not somewhere you can enter, especially not with someone from the Chosen Immortal Clan. If he obtained the source origin, forget planet Suzaku, even the entire Alliance Star System would face a catastrophe!”

Wang Lin’s expression was respectful. There was no trace of rebellion on his face, as if he was earnestly being scolded.

The old cultivator looked at Wang Lin. After pondering a bit, he said, “Wang Lin, I want to ask you. Do you sincerely think of me as the former Heng Yue Sect sect master and sincerely think of yourself as a Heng Yue Sect disciple?”

Wang Lin silently pondered. He had a lot of regret toward the Heng Yue Sect. After all, the Heng Yue Sect was his first sect and his first step into the cultivation world.

Wang Lin looked at the old cultivator and calmly said, “The Heng Yue Sect was Junior’s first sect and planet Suzaku is my home.”

“Oh?” The old cultivator’s eyes lit up and he said, “So what is the deal with being the Thunder Celestial Temple’s Thunder Celestial?” His voice was like thunder and seemed angry.

“Various things forced me into that situation!” Wang Lin stared at the old cultivator with clear eyes.

The old cultivator’s gaze seemed to be able to penetrate Wang Lin’s heart. After a long time, his expression soften and he said, “This old man doesn’t care about your identity in the Allheaven Star System or how many sects you join. The one thing you need to remember is that although you are a cultivator of the Alliance Star System, you are a person from planet Suzaku! You are a disciple of the Vermillion Bird Branch of the Four Divine Sect! As long as you remember this, I’m always your sect master!”

Wang Lin’s expression was calm as he nodded.

“This battle with the Allheaven Star System is the battle of the Cultivation Alliance. It has nothing to do with my Four Divine Sect!” The old cultivator seemed to have said this very casually.

Wang Lin’s expression changed and he looked at the old cultivator.