During the events of book/volume 2, something different changed in Wang Lin's story. Let's look at this new timeline.

Finally, after years of being in that void with the other soul devourers, Wang Lin was able to regain a body, the body of the War God Sect cultivator - Me Liang. But, like a joke of the world, when he tried to escape through the transfer array... the Law of the World prevented him. It wasn't going to allow a soul devourer to escape. It was a hesitant and bloody battle, where his Extreme Realm was tested, time and time again, being destroyed and rebuilt. But in the end, he won. The array activated, and he was able to teleport... But he didn't go where he expected; it wasn't to the Country of Zhao. Instead, he landed in a different place.

What's worse, with much of his cultivation lost, although he still retained his Extreme Realm, he was too weak during the teleportation. From the transfer matrix, it merged with a spatial crack or fissure, upon fusing, the coordinates were changed and Wang Lin was sent to a different space-time continuum.

"..." Wang Lin can barely lift his head or move a muscle. His soul is out of control, and having his cultivation forcibly severed and ripped out is like being numb, no, almost dead. And worse, he has no spiritual energy or the ability to move a muscle. "Not yet... not yet. I must... take revenge..." Wang Lin bit his lips, his teeth gnashing

Just then, he heard several footsteps. Wang Lin's senses sharpened, and his instincts for danger and survival were heightened. He couldn't fight, and his immortal sense was blocked after such events. Three footsteps, from three different beings.

Wang Lin is lying on the forest floor. He can tell by the dirt and leaves nearby. At that, the sunlight that reached him was blocked. With effort, he raised his gaze to see. Three middle-aged men, two of them well-built and dressed in strange clothes. Although they looked worn, they had a lot of volume. Muscles could be seen beneath their clothes, as well as claw marks on parts of their faces.

In front of them, a smaller man, somewhat plump and with a sharp gaze. It seemed that the other two were his bodyguards. "...A foreigner, handsome face, beautiful lips, and a freezing gaze." Although the man could feel Wang Lin's icy gaze, it only made him smile more "You'll be a good commodity. Take him to the carriage, put him in the cell with the least amount of excrement." The man said to one of his two guards.

"...Stop." Before Wang Lin could speak, one of the men knocked him out. In his current state, he was like when he hadn't even begun to cultivate, below the Qi Gathering realm.

And so, another day was marked in Wang Lin's history, sad and tragic, now his destiny, the laws of the heavens, dragged him to a different world, all for what? Being enslaved and treated like an object.

The following months were no better for him; instead, they were horrible, in that strange new world, so different from his homeland, with people with such distinct features, eyes so narrow, a language he could barely understand at first, until he regained a bit of his immortal sense, though not enough to defend himself.

While the food wasn't bad enough, many of the slaves were beaten with whips, women, or children, without compassion. However, Wang Lin, along with others, was given special treatment for being "handsome." He could only be a little grateful inside. The worst part was that he couldn't cultivate in peace, even more so with the constant change of speeds and locations.Many slaves died of starvation, and their remains were thrown to wild animals. The sickest and weakest, even the most deformed, children, men, girls, and women.

Now... they seem to have arrived at a capital called "Armelia," unlike the others. more lively and excited, seeing the children playing in the street makes Wang Lin nostalgic, a pain comes to his chest. Remembering the death of his parents, his rage grows. How he longs to kill these bastards, but he can't.