“To activate [Truth], an established anchor point is required. The three current anchor points are all set before Mr. Bai’s resurrection.”
“Even if he could forcibly take [Truth] from me, he wouldn’t be able to return to a time when he never existed.”
“Any new anchor point he uses must be established after obtaining [Truth].”
“Therefore, all I need to do before I die is spread the existence of [Truth] across the world. That alone would be enough for my revenge.”
As Xu Bai prepared his “final testament,” he imagined what the world would look like after his death.
It had been a long time since he last experienced this kind of feeling.
Ever since he awakened [Truth] upon the brink of death in his first life, he had rarely thought about the day he would eventually face death again.
Perhaps because that moment had not yet truly arrived, he felt little fear in his heart.
Instead, his emotions were a complicated mix, even carrying a faint hope that he might somehow escape his fate.
In the past, no matter what crisis he faced, he had never wavered.
Even if the situation was utterly hopeless, he could always tell himself: “At worst, I’ll just use [Truth]!”
The study where he once lived as a mortal and the peak of Jieli Mountain had always been his safest refuges.
But now, a sea filled with treacherous reefs and hidden currents stretched beyond his safe harbor, barring his way.
A single misstep could shatter him to pieces.
…
As his thoughts wandered, he completed the first “final testament.”
In truth, these “final testaments” were modeled after the phenomena that occurred when cultivators perished—instantaneous, large-scale projections across the sky.
They also carried a trace of his consciousness, which would serve as the trigger for either activation or destruction.
“I need to bury them deep across different locations in the Xuanhuang Realm, even in places I myself don’t know.”
“That way, even if the resurrected Mr. Bai tries to stop it, he won’t be able to.”
“Hmm, I need to find someone trustworthy to handle this task.”
A series of faces flashed through his mind.
Soon, he made a decision.
After crafting 108 copies of the [Memorial Portraits], Xu Bai left Longevity Valley and made a brief return to Tianliang Prefecture.
There, he sought out his former superior—Nangong Shirong.
At first, Nangong Shirong thought Xu Bai had changed his mind and was ready to return to his old position.
However, Xu Bai’s actual request caught him off guard.
“A Soul-Tracing Order? What do you need that for?” Nangong Shirong eyed him skeptically.
The Soul-Tracing Order was a unique item used by the Rebirth Hall, capable of tracking a cultivator’s reincarnation based on objects stained with their lifeforce.
It was not available for public exchange among ordinary cultivators.
Its purpose was primarily to prevent individuals from “maliciously committing suicide” to evade rightful punishment through reincarnation.
“The Rebirth Hall operates independently. Even as the governor of a prefecture, I don’t have much sway over them,” Nangong Shirong said, hesitant.
Xu Bai remained silent and simply handed over a storage ring.
Nangong Shirong took it with some suspicion, but the moment he peered inside, his vision almost blurred from the overwhelming radiance of high-grade spirit stones.
A quick scan with his divine sense revealed that if these spirit stones were converted into contribution points, they would amount to no less than three million!
Nangong Shirong couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.
Even with the advent of the White Mist Expansion Era and the Era of Interworld Conquests, which had led to a significant increase in contribution points circulation and rising prices within the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, three million contribution points remained an astronomical sum.
Even for a high-ranking official like him, it was still a fortune.
After all, if he wanted to climb even higher in power, he had to manage many relationships, and his personal funds were not exactly abundant.
Without showing any expression, Nangong Shirong swiftly pocketed the storage ring and solemnly said, “Rest assured, leave this matter to me! Within three days, I will definitely give you an answer!”
With that, he hurriedly left.
Three days later, Xu Bai departed quietly with the Soul-Tracing Order.
From beginning to end, Nangong Shirong never asked him about the purpose of the Soul-Tracing Order. After all, some things are better left unquestioned.
Leaving Tianliang Prefecture, he met with Li Fan’s true body halfway.
After handing over the Soul-Tracing Order, they exchanged glances before parting ways again.
Xu Bai returned to Longevity Valley, adopting a strategy of responding to change with constancy.
Meanwhile, Li Fan began his final preparations.
First, he contacted Dongfang Yao.
This man was indeed someone who valued loyalty and righteousness. Li Fan had almost completely forgotten about Huangfu Song.
Yet, all this time, Dongfang Yao had never given up on searching for a way to reincarnate Huangfu Song.
However, getting involved with the Rebirth Mansion was truly as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Thus, after such a long time, he still had no results.
The two had been apart for a long time, but when they met again, Dongfang Yao still greeted him with enthusiasm.
However, upon receiving the Soul-Tracing Order from Li Fan, he was slightly puzzled.
“What is this?”
When Li Fan explained its specific purpose, Dongfang Yao’s body trembled. “This…”
“I know you’ve always been troubled by Brother Huangfu’s passing. I feel the same way and have never given up all these years.”
“This item was not easy to obtain. Keep it safe. When Brother Huangfu reincarnates, you can find him yourself.”
Dongfang Yao never expected that it would be Li Fan who fulfilled his long-cherished wish.
He was both shocked and overjoyed.
As he felt deeply moved, he glanced at Li Fan again and suddenly noticed something unusual. “Hmm? I should find him myself?”
“What about you, Brother Li? Why won’t you go with me?”
In an instant, he understood. No wonder something felt off—the way Li Fan acted seemed like a final farewell.
His expression changed slightly, and he immediately asked.
Li Fan’s face turned bitter as he spoke honestly, “I have provoked a powerful enemy, and my life is in grave danger.”
“I may not even have the chance to reincarnate.”
Dongfang Yao was shocked upon hearing this.
If this enemy was powerful enough to threaten even a Heavenly Sovereign, one could only imagine how terrifying they must be.
However, he hesitated only for a moment before decisively speaking—not to ask why Li Fan was being hunted, but to offer his help.
Yet, Li Fan shook his head and refused.
“It would just be a pointless death. Dragging you into this—I simply cannot bear it.”
Dongfang Yao wanted to say something but hesitated.
“However… if you truly wish to help me, then…”
As he spoke, Li Fan handed over a storage ring containing 108 Memorial Portraits.
“Take these and bury them separately underground, near the major Heavenly Cities of each prefecture.”
“Be extremely careful. Do not let anyone discover them.”
“If you do this, I might have a sliver of hope for survival.”
Li Fan transmitted his instructions telepathically.
Realizing that this concerned his dear friend’s life and death, Dongfang Yao took it extremely seriously.
After a reluctant farewell, he immediately set off toward the nearest Heavenly City.
“Even if Mr. Bai has my memories, by the time he finds Dongfang Yao, extracts the locations of the buried Memorial Portraits from his mind, and destroys them, it will take some time.”
“That should be enough for me to execute my plan.”