Mu Bingmei left.

She left the cave and left Zhuquexing, but she was not alone. Beside her, there was a man in white clothes. The man had white hair and ordinary appearance, but showed an indescribable temperament, which made people feel very comfortable. He held Mu Bingmei's hand, as if he was in the dream of reincarnation, and kept pulling it without letting go.

He vaguely heard Mu Bingmei's words in the sky.

"Are you... a clone or a body..."

"I am Wang Lin, I'm by your side." Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei and spoke softly.

Mu Bingmei looked at Wang Lin and gradually showed a smile on her face. Her smile was beautiful and happy.

As they left the Suzaku Star, they disappeared...

When they turned into a rainbow and disappeared into the sky, on the earth, in a place they could not see, Wang Lin stood there, looking at them far away, with a smile on his face.

Only Wang Lin knows the answer to whether it is a clone or the original body.

Perhaps the one who left with Mu Bingmei was Wang Lin's clone, and the one who stayed here to watch them was his body, but maybe... it was the opposite!

No answer.

Thirteen left, and his whole life was pursuing Wang Lin's footsteps. Now, Wang Lin asked him to fly alone. When the birds grew up, they had to face the wind and rain alone and watch the rainbow in the wind and rain. Only in this way can they truly grow into a person who stands tall and upright.

All left... Only Wang Lin was still on the Vermilion Bird Star. Before he fell into a dream with Liu Mei, he went to worship his parents. Now after he went to worship again, he came to the home where he lived with Li Muwan.

That valley passed through the years but was restored to his original state.

In that valley, Wang Lin lived and accompanied Li Muwan. Through the years, he felt ordinary. He hugged Li Muwan and counted the cycle of reincarnation together, as if he had been like this for a long time, a long time ago.

In loneliness, immerse yourself in the peace of mind and experience warmth.

As time passes year by year, in spring, all things are reviving, Wang Lin planted many flowers and plants in this valley, watching the flowers bloom, watching the summer rain fall, watching the autumn wind plays the song of time, and watching the snowflakes floating in the sky in winter.

Wang Lin has been with Li Muwan all the time, and there seemed to be a sound of a piano lingering around his ears, as if he had gone thousands of years ago.

Ten years, ten years, ten years... Wang Lin lived in this peaceful valley for seventy years.

He accompanied Li Muwan, here, forgot everything. He did not consider his own cultivation, his original insights, and his conspiracies and twists and turns. In his eyes, there was only Li Muwan, in his mind, there was only this figure, and in his ears, there was only the sound of the piano, which circled over the years.

Back in the second hundredth year of returning to the cave world, Wang Lin was in a valley where he was located, and this guest was a bald man. His appearance was as usual, without any change.

He walked from the world, stood outside the valley for a long time, watching the flowers blooming in the valley, the wooden house in the sea of ​​flowers, and the lonely figure sitting cross-legged in front of the wooden house.

The man sighed lightly, his expression showing melancholy.

In his hand, he held a wine pot and sighed, walked into the valley, passed through the sea of ​​flowers, and came to Wang Lin. He looked at Wang Lin, for a long time, sat cross-legged across from Wang Lin.

Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked up at the bald man in front of him, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"You're here."

The bald man nodded silently.

"Can't you forget..." After a while, the bald man handed the wine pot to Wang Lin, took out another one, put it beside his mouth and took a big mouthful. The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth and fell on his clothes.

"I never wanted to forget it, so how could I forget it?" Wang Lin took the wine pot and took a sip.

"You are torture yourself." The bald man looked complicated and looked at Wang Lin.

"Are you tormenting..." Wang Lin murmured, drinking wine, and not continuing to speak.

"Give up... you won't succeed. If this continues, you will be tired, and Wan'er will be tired..." The bald man shook his head and spoke softly.

"Would I call you Mo Zhi or another name?" Wang Lin looked at the sky, was silent for a moment, and said slowly.

This bald man was Mo Zhi who told Wang Lin that he would forget his heart when he was lost in the temple on a rainy night!

"Mo Zhi...I have always been this name." The bald man sighed softly.

"Wang Lin, you should have guessed the answers to all of this. I can tell you all...you..." Mo Zhi was about to speak.

"Don't say, there are some things that I want to think about by myself." Wang Lin shook his head, took the wine pot, and took a big gulp.

"Drink with me... You and me have not seen each other for a long time." Wang Lin smiled and looked at Mo Zhi.

The bald man was silent, holding the wine pot and drinking with Wang Lin gulp until night and until dawn, the two of them didn't say a word.

When there was light again in the distance, Mo Zhi stood up, looked at Wang Lin, and sighed inwardly.

"I'm leaving... I hope you can succeed..." He did not persuade him anymore, turned around and walked away. The moment he was about to walk out of the valley, he paused, and did not turn back, but turned his back to Wang Lin.

"Master asked me to ask you, when will you return this defining compass of the anti-dust quasi-realization realm..." Mo Zhi's words echoed in this valley. After he finished speaking, he walked out of the valley and gradually moved away.

Wang Lin still sat cross-legged there, drinking wine, and ignored Mo Zhi's words and departure.

He had already understood some things, but he knew that he was himself, named Wang Lin, who was born in the Zhao Kingdom of Zhuquexing. He grew up in a small mountain village in a carpenter's family.

Step by step, he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, step by step, and reached his current level.

The resurrection of Li Muwan was his own decision, not a choice after being disturbed by a certain consciousness or a certain reincarnation, but a choice he experienced and chose.

"I, it's me..." Wang Lin was not confused, but was clear.

"Whether Mo Zhi or Red Butterfly, even Mo Zhi's master and the heavenly fortune... they all thought that the world, the cave world, and the Xiangang Continent were all illusory and unreal. They were transformed by my dream of reincarnation..." Wang Lin murmured, he had already figured out these things!

"But, is this really the case..." Wang Lin smiled slightly, stood up, looked at the sky, and his eyes showed a bright light.

"Tianyunzi, do you really think I don't know your origin!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed. He looked at the sky, faintly. He seemed to see outside the sky, outside the Xiangang Continent, in the boundless darkness, there was a figure wearing black clothes, with extremely long black hair, with a stream of destruction and killing, like a figure walking from afar.

The goal of the figure moving forward was the Xiangang Continent.

"Tianyunzi, the answer to all this is not to tell me in the ancient god realm, but to tell you there! Let you know what is the real truth!" Wang Lin shook his sleeves, and a skull appeared in his hand.

This skull belongs to Jiqiong.

The skull flashed, as if a line of small words appeared on it and disappeared soon.

"You are all wrong..." Wang Lin withdrew his gaze, smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the wooden house, looking at Li Muwan lying there, Wang Lin sat next to her, looking at her sleepy, with a soft gaze.

"Wan'er, you will wake up... because I already know the real way... and in Shigu's ancestral temple, I have already started."

A hint of madness appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. This method was indeed extremely mad!

Time passes gradually with the continuous alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Wang Lin has spent many years with Li Muwan in this valley. This peaceful life is a rare scene in Wang Lin's life besides the transformation of mortals and dreams.

He accompanied Li Muwan, talking, counting memories, and immersing himself in his own world.

Over the years, Thirteen has come back several times, each time in the valley, accompanying Wang Lin for several months, and then leaving again to carry out his own life and practice Taoism.

Xu Liguo and Liu Jinbiao, for some reason, actually found Zhong Dahong. With the cooperation of the three of them, they were extremely happy in this cave world.

Especially their bodies grew up in the Xiangang Continent after being reincarnated, so they could use Wang Lin's power to enter and exit at will through the cave gate. As for the Dahong, with the help of Wang Lin, the same can be done. In this way, after sweeping across the entire cave world, these three people and the sea dragon who also fell in love with this activity left the cave world and began their legendary experience on the Xiangang Continent.

However, before leaving, Xu Liguo and the other two came to Wang Lin, serving him diligently and flattered him. In the end, Wang Lin's funnyness left his breath and mark on them, which made these people safe, Xu Liguo and the other two left excitedly.

With Wang Lin’s tiger skin and the combat power of Jin Zun Hailong, they have the confidence to deceive the immortal aura as if they were in a defenseless realm!

In the 60th year when Xu Liguo and his three others left, Wang Lin took Li Muwan out of the valley, out of the Zhuque Star, out of the cave world, and to the Xiangang Continent.

Before leaving, his spiritual sense saw the immortal world, the monks there, digesting the Taoist traditions he left behind, seeing Thirteen, and many old friends.

He withdrew his spiritual sense and took a last look at the cave world!

There are three months left, when the ancient divine realm on the Xiangang Continent is opened, it will be Wang Lin’s last stop!
Chapter completed!