Chapter 1780. With the Flip of a Hand the Cloud Dao is Turned Upside Down! (1/2)

The rain quickly fell and the voices became even more intense. However, the nine incense sticks were still burning and showed no signs of extinguishing. The smoke continued to rise, and no matter how fast the rain fell, it was unable to make the smoke dissipate.

The smoke mixed with the rain, creating a very beautiful image. It was like a dream.

As the rain fell, an umbrella was held up above Wang Lin’s head. It was the young man that had followed Wang Lin. The young man had an embarrassed expression and decided to simply not to look at Wang Lin as he held up the umbrella.

In the square, there were nearly 100 cultivators, and they all looked over. There was a group led by a young man in a black robe. They frowned and were about to shout when the third bell rang.

As the bell rang, the smoke that floated in the air distorted and gathered to form a vortex. As the vortex rotated, it pushed the rain aside. A blurry figure slowly appeared inside the vortex.

The figure walked out and stood in the sky!

“Welcome back from closed door cultivation, Teacher!” The surrounding cultivators numbering almost 100 clasped their hands at the figure.

He was a middle-aged man who had a head of black hair scattered on his shoulders. He was not handsome, but he had a strange temperament and an otherworldly aura.

As he stood in the sky, his gaze swept past his disciples below. When he saw Wang Lin and the youth that was still holding the umbrella behind Wang Lin, he couldn’t help but frown. However, he soon smiled.

“Su Dao, Zhou Li, the two of you follow Teacher to the hall. The rest of you can leave.” The middle-aged man’s words were soft. He stepped into the air and walked into the hall.

The young man in black, who was the leader of the people that wanted to reprimand Wang Lin, nodded with a serious expression. He looked at Wang Lin and walked toward the hall.

Wang Lin’s expression was calm. In the memories he had obtained from the third soul, his teacher was very good to him. If not for the fact that his teacher was always in closed door cultivation, he wouldn’t be suffering unfair treatment in the sect.

In the early years, Seven-Colored’s personality was cowardly and he never said these things.

As for Zhou Li, he was Seven-Colored’s senior brother who was also very talented. On the surface, he was gentle, but in truth, he felt contempt toward Seven-Colored. He ignored all the people bullying Seven-Colored.

Stepping into the rain, Wang Lin walked into the hall under everyone’s jealous gazes. Inside the hall, the middle-aged man was sitting on a chair, and Zhou Li was respectfully standing on the side.

“Teacher won’t be out of closed door cultivation for long. After I settle a few matters, I’ll go back into closed door cultivation,” the middle-aged man spoke slowly. His gaze swept past Zhou Li and Wang Lin before silently pondering.

Wang Lin had seen this in the memories from the third soul. He knew that after Su Dao’s teacher told them a few things, he would teach Su Dao and Zhou Li an art.

This was one of the three most powerful arts of the Dong Lin Sect, the introduction to the Cloud Dao Heavenly Art. If one could reach the peak of this art, they could learn its essence.

The introductory art was short, but it was mysterious, and not everyone could cultivate it. Once the introductory art had been used, clouds would appear. If the clouds were thin, then that person was not suited to learn the art. If clouds were dense and a shadow appeared within them, then it would be for the best.

In addition, the time it took to complete it was also tested. Over the countless years in the Dong Lin Sect, the people that obtained the qualification the fastest had taken seven breaths, while the slowest had taken several hours.

Back then, when Seven-Colored was learning this technique, he was scared by Zhou Li’s cold gaze and hesitated. His speed slowed down and he took 20 breaths to complete a cycle.

And Zhou Li completed it in eleven breaths.

Due to Zhou Li’s cold gaze, his mind wasn’t focused and he wasn’t able to produce a lot of clouds, causing him to be suppressed by Zhou Li. Then a shadow appeared from within Zhou Li’s clouds and devoured all of Su Dao’s clouds.

Seven-Colored’s teacher saw this and let out a sigh. He no longer taught Su Dao one of the three great arts of the Dong Lin Sect but taught him the Seven-Colored Celestial Art that was lower in rank.

Wang Lin knew this from the memories he had obtained, and it seemed impossible to change.

Today, this scene appeared once more. Wang Lin stood there and silently pondered. He didn’t know if he should follow the memory and suffer the same as Seven-Colored did back then, or go against the memory and change everything.

According to logic, he should follow the Seven-Colored’s memory so he could fuse with the third soul even more. Perhaps he would eventually fuse enough to know where the real door was.

But he didn’t know if this would happen or not. Also, Wang Lin didn’t want to fully integrate with the third soul. If he did this, Xie Qing would never be able to awaken. The moment Wang Lin fully integrated with the third soul, Xie Qing would disappear and Wang Lin would become the new Seven-Colored.