The Onion Calamity, Reincarnation Seal

The sky was vast. At the far end where heaven met the Sea of Clouds, light and shadow interwove against a towering backdrop.

Immortal spiritual Dao Resonance transformed into dazzling streams of light, shining brilliantly as though echoes of the Great Dao could be heard.

This was Water Mirror Peak—the former Xian Ning Sect, now Heaven's Will Sect—a mobile crystal base Su Lin had continuously poured resources into building, a repository of treasures from countless other worlds and books containing cultivation methods and mystical arts from myriad realms.

Crash—

The jade bottle of Drunken Immortal Brew slipped from his hand and fell onto the stone steps. Shock filled his eyes as he stared at an eternal emerald monument standing at the end of the heavens, majestic and solemn.

"Wrong place."

Su Lin once again worried that drinking was making him hallucinate. He ought to quit in the future.

"Sect Master, sob sob sob sob~~"

He rubbed his eyes, ignoring the gazes around him and the voice coming from above the clouds. He changed into pajamas and prepared to walk into the Historical Void.

"Sect Master!!! Help me!"

Such a strong onion smell. He must have been craving stir-fried lamb with scallions. Once he woke up, he might as well buy some lamb and cook it himself.

"Running away won't solve the problem." Klein extended his cane from the Historical Void and pressed it against Su Lin's forehead. "Think of something with your Four-Dimensional Pocket. You should have something like a Shrink Ray, right?"

In those few short seconds, as that sky-piercing emerald figure grew increasingly agitated, a massive wave of lush green demonic aura swept over Su Lin.

In an instant, even his clothes had absorbed the flavor.

"..." Su Lin sniffed the onion scent, so thick it seemed to