Lin Feng travelled through worlds and even obtained an overpowered system, but he still faces a pressure as huge as a mountain. System's main quest: Lin Feng is to create a school; establish history’s number 1 sect and Lin Feng himself to become the number 1 founder. To become history’s number 1 founder, Lin Feng started to work hard. “Your name is Shi Tianhao? Natural born sovereign roots but it was stolen by your cousin? Now being raised in a little village your father placed you in? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let those people know that justice that is owed must be returned!” “Your name is Xiao Yan? A genius of the past but a loser now? Even your fiance came over to humiliate you by asking for a divorce? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let that brat know the meaning of: don’t bully a youngster just because he’s poor!” “Your name is Zhu Yi? The son of a marquis but you’re being suppressed by your father? Your mother was a saint but she was assassinated? Come come come, follow your master and we’ll let your dad know the meaning how problems can be solved with your fists...no, with reasoning!"
Faced with his opponent, Wang Lin neither attacked nor defended himself. Instead, he reached out with his right index finger and tapped the center of his forehead, as if he wanted to kill himself.
On his fingertip, a colorful light flashed.
The colorful light landed on Wang Lin’s forehead and then, everywhere around him started to shake. Regardless whether it was the pavilion on top of Penglai or the space outside the pavilion. Even the white-robed middle-aged man was shaking too.
Other than Wang Lin himself, the entire heaven and earth appeared to be shaking as reality turned into an illusion.
As the shape before him continued to twist, no one knew what they were looking at. Wang Lin’s expression was emotionless as he tapped his forehead with his right fingertip. Colorful, bright light started to flash.