Chapter 1002. Second Avatar (2) (2/2)

“It is a pity this second avatar has no physical body and must exist inside the stone statue. It can’t separate from it for now, and if it attacks, it mainly uses the demonic sense! It’s also very weak, only late stage Ascendant.

“However, this is a sliver of demonic sense. If it has enough demonic energy, it will grow and reach the level of an ancient demon…” Wang Lin’s eyes lit up. He knew that he couldn’t rush this and that he had to do this slowly.

After dealing with the matter at the Soul Refining Sect, Wang Lin didn’t take the stone statue with him. Instead, he laid down some powerful restrictions and ordered the Soul Refining Sect to continue to worship it.

“This second avatar is a seed. Right now, it’s not of any use to me, but once it grows…” There was a glimmer of anticipation in Wang Lin’s eyes. Then his body flickered and he disappeared.

Although the Sky Demon Country had won the battle against the Fire Demon Country hundreds of years ago, their casualties were too heavy. Even today, after hundreds of years, their population was far smaller than before.

Even the most prosperous Sky Demon Country capital, while not bleak, wasn’t as bustling as when Wang Lin first arrived.

There were still shops along the streets, but not many pedestrians. The few pedestrians only took a few glances at the shops before quickly leaving.

There was a long river through the inner city that connected with the river in the outer city and formed a cycle. At this moment, Wang Lin quietly sat on the side of the river and watched the river flow.

If a power could turn back time to hundreds of years ago, then you would find that he was sitting exactly where he sat before.

At this moment, he was still the same person at the same position next to the same river, but there was no flower boat on the river and there was no zither music to flow into his ears.

A trace of melancholy appeared in Wang Lin’s heart as he looked at the empty river. It was as if he could her the echo of the zipher music from hundreds of years ago. However, this music was very weak, as if the wind could cause it to dissipate and never be heard again.

Thinking about it now, if not for drinking with the Demon Emperor for a night, Wang Lin probably would have never seen the face of the woman who played the zither.

Even now, Wang Lin still only remembered her lonely figure and the zither music filled with sadness.

Sitting there while watching the sunset, Wang Lin immersed himself in his memories. At this moment, he felt the passage of time. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years had passed. It could wash everything but his eternal memories.

“Perhaps this is the tragedy of life…” Wang Lin let out a sigh. Time existed because one had memories. If one had no memories, then there was no passage of time.

“I wonder if Mo Lihai is still around…”

There was a wine jug beside Wang Lin. This wine came from the same shop as back then. After generations, the label was still the same, but the wine...

Wang Lin picked it up and took a sip.

“Even the taste has changed…” Wang Lin bitterly smiled and put down the wine jug.

“Of course it changed. The descendants of that old man don’t have the skill of their ancestor, so they can’t recreate the same taste as before.” A calm voice came from behind Wang Lin. It was filled with exhaustion.

Wang Lin didn’t turn around and let out a sigh. “We haven’t met in hundreds of years. The Demon Emperor isn’t as carefree as before!”

A sigh came from behind Wang Lin. A middle-aged man wearing purple sat down beside Wang Lin. He was extremely handsome, showing a hint of what he once looked like. However, now he had strands of white hair and looked older.

“Drink it and try it.” The middle-aged man took out a wine jug and handed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin took it and drank a sip. He smiled and said, “It’s the wine from back then!”

“I knew you would definitely come back, so I saved a lot to drink with you!” The middle-aged man waved his hand and another jug appeared. He took a big gulp before he smiled and said, “Brother Wang, do you feel melancholy without the zither music from back then?”

The sound of the zither music slowly came from the distance, carrying a trace of loneliness and sadness. A moment later, a large ship came down the river.

At the head of the ship sat the woman with her back toward Wang Lin, playing the zither.