The old man looked at Wang Lin and casually said, “Like planet Suzaku, all of the surrounding planets will form Rain Dings as well after a certain amount of time.”
Wang Lin’s eyes were calm as he slowly asked, “When do the Celestial Doors open?”
The old man laughed and asked, “What? Are you tempted? In truth, with your cultivation level, although it will be dangerous, as long as you’re careful, you don’t have to worry too much. After all, the stronger your cultivation is, the greater the restriction placed on you is.”
Wang Lin raised his head and asked the old man, “Why is it like that?”
The old man picked up the gourd and drank the last bit of wine. He licked his lips and said, “The ancient celestial realm has already shattered and only exists in fragments, so the laws of heaven and earth are chaotic inside. This is key because if spiritual energy fluctuations of late stage Soul Formation or later cultivators appear, then that fragment will collapse. Of course, depending on the size of the fragment, some can support stronger spiritual energy fluctuations. Thus, as long as the person entering doesn’t want to commit suicide, then they would keep their power at the Soul Formation level.”
As Wang Lin pondered a bit, a dozen thoughts entered his head. After a long time, he raised his head and said, “Senior came to visit junior this late at night. I’m afraid you aren’t here just to talk to me about this.”
The old man let out a mischievous laugh and said, “Young man, this old man came to tell you that I am leaving. Before I leave, I want you to make me a carving of myself so I can give it to Xiao Cui from the Pink Pavilion so that when she thinks of me, she will have something to remind her. Alas, someone as handsome as me, who only appears in legends, has countless people thinking of me.” With that, he revealed a very regretful expression, but within that expression, there was a lot of pride. He kept looking toward Wang Lin, obviously waiting for Wang Lin to praise him.
Wang Lin pondered for a while. After a long time, he picked up a piece of wood and, using his finger as a knife, began to carve.
However, just as he made a rough outline, the old man let out a dissatisfied snort and said, “No clothes!”
Wang Lin’s finger paused. He let out a bitter smile. After pondering for a while, he wiped the carving with his right hand and began carving again. This time, his finger didn’t stop; it moved like the wind. Soon, a skinny old man who looked almost like a monkey was carved out.
Aside from the violent domain, the wood carving looked exactly like the old man himself. It was very lifelike, as if it were alive. Even the wrinkles on his face were clearly detailed.
The old man quickly grabbed the carving and carefully examined it. The more he looked at it, the tighter his brow furrowed, until he finally looked at Wang Lin and said, “What is this? It doesn’t look like me! It doesn’t look like me at all! Is this how you see this old man? What you carved here is a monkey, a monkey! Do you understand?”
With that, the old man threw the carving to the side and said to Wang Lin, word for word, “It doesn’t look like me!”