Hearing Shen Zhen’s words, Gu Anle laughed and asked, “What do you think it is? A prophecy?”
Shen Zhen rolled her eyes at him, saying, “It just popped into my mind out of nowhere. That vision was so shocking that I still get goosebumps thinking about it. Whether it’s a prophecy or not, I’m not sure.”
“If you think of anything else in the future, keep me updated,” Gu An continued with a smile, “I’m quite curious about what will happen to the two figures you spoke of.”
Gu An thought of An Hao and Yang Jian. However, their cultivation levels weren’t that high yet. To reach full maturity, who knows how many years it would take.
Could it be the ruler of the Immortal Dynasty, Yang Xian Emperor, and Shengtian?
That’s not right either. Where could Shen Zhen’s Dao level reach to predict the confrontation of the Eighth or Ninth Heavens of Immortal Path?
Shen Zhen nodded, suddenly getting excited, “Gu An, do you think I could be the reincarnation of an Immortal? I’m so unique. Nowhere in the world is there a second person who can achieve Path Enlightenment through writing and painting, and I can even foresee visions that seem to hint at the secrets of heaven…”
The more she spoke, the more excited she became, her eyes shining. By the end, she even stood up, hitting the table with her hand.
She looked down at Gu An, who was still seated, and asked eagerly, “Gu An, do you think I can be considered the protagonist in your novel?”
Gu An’s face twitched as he asked, “Are you trying to be awkward?”
Shen Zhen often heard him use some baffling terms, but now she understood his meaning. Shooting Gu An a glare, she sat back down and drifted into wild flights of fancy, a dazed smile on her face.
Gu An couldn’t be bothered to respond again. He picked up his writing brush and started writing.
Nowadays, he spent most of his time on medicinal herbs. Having some rare leisure, he was ready to write a book just for fun.
Perhaps in the future, he could release the other three of the Four Great Classics, rewritten as Immortal Cultivation versions.
Zhang Fei’s roar at Changban Slope, scaring to death a million Heavenly Demons.
Lu Zhishen uprooting the World Tree, Wu Song fighting the Demon Emperor…
Lin Daiyu’s tears, a downpour of bitter rain across the heavens…
The thought was exhilarating!
Gu Anle laughed, a touch of melancholy inevitably rising in his heart.
Where on Earth could his previous life be?
In this life, he had no parents, no family, leaving his heart forever empty, with a feeling of not knowing where he came from.
Perhaps it was because of this loneliness that he cherished every person close to him so dearly.
For a time, the room fell into silence, with both people lost in their own thoughts.
…
The Immortal Spirit of the Immortal Dynasty spread throughout the Mortal World without causing chaos, and the Great Sects did not perceive any clues.
Just like that, another ten years passed.
In the summer of that year, at four hundred and twelve years old, Gu An had just returned from Tianya Valley. He sat down on a chair and stretched lazily.
He was about to take out “Green Hero Travelogue” when he felt something and had to pick up the “Array Formation Record” to flip through.
Before long, there were hurried footsteps outside the door.
The door was pushed open and You Yingying rushed in. She came to the table, slammed a book down on it, and glared at Gu An with unrestrained anger, “How could you dare to write the Prime Minister’s death?!”
Nine years earlier, Gu An published “Romance of the Three Kingdoms,” set against an Immortal Cultivation backdrop. Heroes, scholars, and warriors were all cultivators. It swept through the Immortal Cultivation World in just a few months after its release.
Pan An, long silent, rose to fame with his new writing, and the influence of “Romance of the Three Kingdoms” continued to expand, having spread overseas.
The Taoyuan Oath of Brotherhood became a beautiful tale in the world, and the Immortal Cultivation World even started a trend of sworn brotherhood.
The tales of the Demon God Lü Bu fighting three Great Immortals of Liu Guanzhang at Tiger Prison Pass also spread far and wide.
To this day, the Supreme Sect released the latest volume of “Romance of the Three Kingdoms,” with the Prime Minister of the Shu Immortal Country, Zhuge Liang, dying due to the failure of the Seven Star Lamp.
You Yingying had been so saddened reading this volume at the Book Collection Hall, as the deaths of Liu Guanzhang had already grieved her. Now Zhuge Liang’s death made her lose interest in “Romance of the Three Kingdoms” entirely, and she wanted to hammer Gu An in frustration.
Gu An responded helplessly, “There are always regrets, aren’t there? Whether an early or late death, it’s all death in the end.”
“It’s not the same. He’s Zhuge Liang, capable of divination and fortune-telling, able to use the power of heaven and earth to set up the Eight Trigrams Array. With a wave of his feather fan, he could even summon an east wind that sweeps across the Great Thousand World!” You Yingying grew more agitated as she spoke, unable to resist the urge to circle around the table and lay hands on Gu An.
Gu An quickly stood up, trying to evade her “claws.”
As they scuffled playfully, Gu An was scared downstairs.
Not far downstairs, Gu Yu and Zuo Lin also arrived in a rush. Seeing their angry faces, Gu An muttered to himself that this was no good and hastened into Ji Xiaoyu’s room.
Ji Xiaoyu’s reputation as a prodigy had spread, and with the Ji Family’s support behind her, You Yingying, Gu Yu, and Zuo Lin dared not recklessly burst in.
Inside the room.
Ji Xiaoyu sat cross-legged on the bed in meditation, looking curiously at Gu An, “What Zhuge Liang? You’ve written another book?”
She often cultivated in seclusion and had no time to read books.
Gu An didn’t mind that she eavesdropped, saying with resignation, “Yes, I wrote a book. How can people trouble the author over the content of the book? Ridiculous!”
“Can I take a look?” Ji Xiaoyu showed an interest, immediately getting off the bed.
Gu An nodded and approached the desk. With a wave of his right hand, stacks of books piled up on the table.
Ji Xiaoyu sat down and began to flip through them.
Gu An paced around the room, which was filled with a faint fragrance.
Following the scent, his gaze landed on Ji Xiaoyu’s bed, where he saw a red kerchief. The fragrance emanated from this kerchief.
Eh?
This was actually an Immortal Path Supreme Treasure!
Had Gu An not explored it with his Divine Thought, he wouldn’t have sensed it.
Where did this Immortal Path Supreme Treasure come from?
Gu An felt that the Restriction within the kerchief bore a resemblance to Ji Xiaoyu, and it didn’t seem like it was a result of a latter recognition of a master.
Could it be that this Supreme Treasure was refined by Ji Xiaoyu in her past life?
In that case, Ji Xiaoyu’s past life must have been at least at the level of the Nine Heavens of Immortal Path.
That made sense. Without such a cultivation level, how could she make the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor of the Eighth Floor of Divine Thought True Immortal Realm obey her every command?
Now, the Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor still resided within the Third Medicine Valley, seldom leaving.
Once You Yingying and the others dispersed, Gu An planned to leave.
Ji Xiaoyu had already been captivated by “Romance of the Three Kingdoms” and did not hold Gu An back.
After leaving the room, Gu An didn’t go upstairs but rode the Blood Prison Great Saint to inspect Medicine Valley.
An Xin was absorbing Qi and cultivating below the Mystic Pure Tree; Long Qing and Shen Xinzi were refining their bodies in the forest, and the other disciples were also busy with their tasks. Looking around, the entire Medicine Valley thrived, satisfying Gu An.
Not long after the Blood Prison Great Saint had walked away, a vast aura enveloped the entire Great Heavenly Spirit Land.
Gu An looked up and saw a figure appear above the Great Heavenly Spirit Land, located just beneath the light layer of Outer Heaven, yet within the confines of the sky of the Great Heavenly Spirit Land.
A Divine Thought True Immortal!
“I am Yuanxu Celestial Ancestor from the Immortal Dynasty, facing the end of my life. I wish to descend a grand vow for all beings with my thirty million years of Dao cultivation. My Great Dao will transform into Immortal Rain to help beings achieve enlightenment. My physical body will open the path of Reincarnation, where Mortal souls can have a destination!”
A majestic voice echoed throughout the Great Heavenly Spirit Land. Everyone inside the Third Medicine Valley looked up in amazement.
Following that, Gu An saw Yuanxu Celestial Ancestor spread his arms wide, bursting with bright light, instantly overshadowing the luminance of the seven suns outside heaven.
Countless figures soared out toward the Holy Court in an attempt to reach Yuanxu Celestial Ancestor, but it was too late.
Looking up, Gu An saw the brilliant light in the sky overpower all else, drowning both him and the Blood Prison Great Saint beneath.
“Thirty million years of Dao cultivation? Can that be true?” the Blood Prison Great Saint asked in shock.
He couldn’t fathom living thirty million years, let alone attaining such a level of cultivation.
And then there were the words “Immortal Dynasty,” which sounded extraordinary in themselves!
Could there be any force stronger than the Holy Court in the Great Heaven and Earth?
Before the bright light had faded, heavy rain started to fall. As everyone’s vision was restored, they saw golden clouds above, shedding golden rain.
As the golden rain washed over them, all creatures felt refreshed, and sensed their own Cultivation Levels slightly increasing.
The world was astir, Supreme Sect buzzed with earth-shaking noise.
“Is this rain real?”
“Immortal Dynasty… Yuanxu Celestial Ancestor… am I dreaming?”
“Quickly sit and cultivate energy, it really can increase your cultivation!”
“Immortal Dynasty? Could it be the Heavenly Court from ‘Journey to the West’?”
“Pan An wasn’t just making it up, there really is a force where immortals and gods gather.”
The disciples in the Third Medicine Valley also excitedly discussed, some immediately sat down to cultivate their energy, while others hesitated, fearing it could be a plot.
Gu An’s gaze pierced through the golden clouds, looking towards Yuanxu Celestial Ancestor. In that dazzling light, Yuanxu Celestial Ancestor’s body exploded and, following that, transformed into a stream of air, swirling into a vortex that gradually solidified.
Indistinctly, Gu An felt a certain rule of heaven and earth moving closer to that vortex.
This rule was connected to the soul, prompting him to think of two words.
Reincarnation!
To think there was a Divine Thought True Immortal who would sacrifice himself to open the path of Reincarnation!
Even in the “Reincarnation Evolution,” Gu An had not seen such an event.
After this event, the name of Immortal Dynasty became renowned throughout the world, informing all beings of their existence, and moreover, ensuring they would remember their favor.
Should the Holy Court attack the Immortal Dynasty now, it might shake their image in the hearts of all beings.
Gu An raised his right hand to feel the golden rain.
Suddenly.
He saw Zhang Xianwang soaring into the sky, flying to the airspace of the Taicang Continent. Hovering in the air, Zhang Xianwang began to expound the Dao.
At the sound of his celestial voice, everywhere on the continent, regardless of what people were doing, all stopped in their tracks, immersed in a mystical state.
It wasn’t only the Taicang Continent; Gu An saw Immortals spread throughout the world beginning to expound the Dao, which also alarmed the main cities of the Holy Court in every domain. The Great Cultivators of Holy Court rapidly surrounded those expounding Immortals, but no one dared to act rashly.
As the thoughts of the masses were linked by the sound of the Immortal’s voice, the Immortals need only a thought to implant voices and images into the minds of all beings.
The Blood Prison Great Saint beneath Gu An also entered a Path Enlightenment state, lying down unconsciously.
“There’s even this kind of method…” Gu An mused inwardly. He stayed on the back of the beast, pretending to be in a state of enlightenment with a vacant look in his eyes.
The Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor walked out from inside the house, looking towards Zhang Xianwang with a slight frown.
“The Immortal Dynasty… to think they would sacrifice a Divine Thought True Immortal…” The Sun and Moon Netherworld Emperor was also stunned by the magnanimity of Yuanxu Celestial Ancestor.
Having lived more than fifteen million years himself, he had never seen such an event.
Regardless of whatever Yuanxu Celestial Ancestor’s ulterior motives might be, this act truly benefited the masses.
Copious golden rain fell through, penetrating rooftops and mountains. No matter where one was, every being could receive the blessings of the golden rain and hear the expounding voice of the Immortals.