Lin Chuan knew clearly that this time, the Ancient Immortal Realm had not opened for him. Otherwise, he could not possibly have felt nothing. In other words, someone's talent and strength were likely even greater than his—at least, that was what the Ancient Immortal Realm believed.
One of those people was his older brother, Lin An. No matter how he tried to avoid it, their blood relationship remained. It was useless even if he refused to acknowledge it. Though Lin Chuan had never directly experienced Lin An's strength, the rumors of countless people had confirmed it.
Deep within his soul, Lin Chuan could feel the repression in the heart of the deceased Lin Chuan. He wanted to prove himself—to prove that he was stronger than Lin An, that his talent surpassed Lin An's. He wanted everyone to see that the Lin Clan's decision back then had been a complete and utter mistake. Yet after all this time, Lin An remained that lofty figure beyond reach. His strength was still not something the current Lin Chuan could contend with.
"Lin Chuan, are you all right?" Bu Lianshi quietly reached out and took Lin Chuan's hand, her index finger lightly tracing across his palm.
"I'm fine. I was just thinking about something." Lin Chuan turned back and smiled at Bu Lianshi.
The opening of the Ancient Immortal Realm had disrupted everyone's original plans. They did not have much time left to waste. This feeling of having their fate beyond their control was truly unpleasant. All they could do now was pray that the person would not open the Ancient Immortal Realm for the time being, and wait until they reached Central River Continent.
Without the aid of heavenly treasures, White Lotus would need five years to recover to the Great Ascension stage.