Lu Qiuxian…
Gu An fell into silence, his thoughts drifting to Lu Han within the Reincarnation Evolution. The turning point in Lu Han’s life was the birth of Lu Qiuxian. With a talent that surpassed all others, the only thing Lu Han did before his death was to resurrect Lu Qiuxian in the River of Destiny.
Listening to Lu Qiuxian’s words, Gu An could feel his vicissitudes; it was hard to imagine the long and desolate years he had endured alone.
Having all of Lu Han’s memories, Gu An naturally felt differently about Lu Qiuxian; in his eyes, Lu Qiuxian was his son.
Gu An even speculated that the reason why Reincarnation Evolution came to be might simply be that it was originally real, just as the Free Immortal had to experience the Reincarnation Tribulation.
The Reincarnation Tribulation of the Free Immortal would also lead to rebirth in different times and spaces, and the time span of Reincarnation Evolution was even larger, indicating a higher level of Reincarnation Tribulation.
Gu An reined in his thoughts and spoke, “Thank you for the reminder, Daoist Friend. My name is Meng Lang. Should I have the chance to visit the River of Destiny in the future, we can discuss and exchange Daoist Sorcery.”
Above the River of Destiny, Lu Qiuxian, emitting a silver glow, did not immediately respond. He stood there, like an afterimage, about to vanish into the torrent of destiny.
After a while,
“Alright.”
Lu Qiuxian agreed and then disappeared into thin air above the River of Destiny.
Gu An’s gaze shifted to An Shengtian, watching as he detached from the causality of the An Family.
Jiang Shi’s mind wandered, curious about Lu Qiuxian’s cultivation level.
“Do not mention what just occurred to anyone, including Shengtian,” Gu An suddenly said.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shi hurriedly promised to keep the matter to himself.
In fact, even without Gu An’s instruction, he had no intention of sharing it with others. Witnessing such great power was his own fortune; how could he share it with others?
Time continued to pass.
An Shengtian was immersed in his own pain, unaware of what had just transpired; he could only make out the vague figures of Gu An and another.
He gritted his teeth and persisted as the memories of the An Family in his mind became increasingly blurred, which frightened him.
He could accept the An Family forgetting him, but he could not forget them. If both sides forgot each other, they would truly become unconnected, which was not the outcome he desired.
“Master… Martial Master…”
An Shengtian gritted his teeth, his cry not for the Valley Master of Mystic Valley but for An Hao’s master, Sword Venerable Fudao.
“Focus your mind. As long as you miss them enough, you won’t forget.”
Gu An’s voice followed.
He had his own motives, deliberately tempering An Shengtian, hoping An Shengtian would hold family ties in the highest regard to prevent him from opposing An Hao in the future.
In his heart, An Hao was definitely more important.
Without An Hao, there would be no An Shengtian.
Hearing Gu An’s words, An Shengtian persisted.
Suddenly, with a boom!
Blood Flame abruptly ignited on him. His body curled up and trembled incessantly.
Gu An raised his right hand, and a dark purple medicinal herb appeared, promptly turning into powder that hovered in his palm, forming a whirlwind.
Jiang Shi couldn’t help but fix his gaze on the whirlwind in Gu An’s palm, curious about what Gu An was about to do.
Gu An then swung his palm toward An Shengtian.
As the palm struck out, An Shengtian’s flesh instantly dispersed, leaving only a skeleton behind, which startled Jiang Shi. Before he could utter a word, a dark purple mist surrounded An Shengtian, quickly enveloping him and covering the skeleton.
Jiang Shi looked intently, his hands clenched into fists inside his sleeves, his heart in turmoil.
Fearful that An Shengtian would die right there.
The scene was too frightening; flesh had dispersed in an instant—could a person still live?
The dark purple mist soon submerged the skeleton, billowing and slowly forming the outline of flesh.
“That is…” Jiang Shi’s eyes widened, his expression one of astonishment.
Gu An remained expressionless. This was a ninth-tier medicinal herb, which he had acquired at great cost; it contained vast spiritual energy, making the molding of a flesh body not challenging, as long as An Shengtian’s life force was controlled. If his soul had not left the body, it would be manageable.
“A new life and destiny, what path will you take from here?”
Gu An wondered to himself, also contemplating whether An Shengtian’s maximum life span would increase.
If it could, this act would also be a method of defying the heavens and changing one’s fate.
…
Inside the attic, Gu An sat in a chair, his eyes filled with disappointment.
[An Shengtian (Foundation Establishment Realm Eighth Floor): 20/350/5000]
His cultivation level had increased, as had his life span, but his maximum life span had not!
That is to say, replacing bloodlines was not a way to change maximum life span!
The concept of maximum life span became even more complex in Gu An’s eyes. Luckily, An Shengtian was considered as having defied fate, breaking free from the destiny of the An Family.
“Master, may I take him down?” Jiang Shi, holding An Shengtian and wearing an anxious expression, asked. An Shengtian was covered in a robe for modesty and had not yet awakened.
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Gu An nodded, and Jiang Shi sighed with relief, signaling that An Shengtian was already out of danger. He immediately carried An Shengtian away.
After leaving the house, he also closed the door behind him.
Gu An then began to ponder about Lu Qiuxian.
After Lu Han was executed by the Black Profound Emperor, how did Lu Qiuxian survive?
There must have been many stories behind it.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from the Supreme Sect, carriages progressed across the mountains. Si Yan’er was meditating on the floor of a carriage when she suddenly opened her eyes, frowning.
“What’s going on… this feeling… what exactly is it, why can’t I remember?”
Si Yan’er mumbled to herself, experiencing an inexplicable sense of emptiness within her.
In the carriage behind her, a mother and daughter felt the same, clutching their chests in silence, sinking into an indescribable sadness, without understanding what was causing their grief.
An Hao, who was far away in the Immortal Dynasty, sensed it too.
He abruptly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed in concern. He looked towards the setting sun in the distance, his gaze filled with confusion.
He sat meditating on a cliff, his body entwined with chains of golden light, unable to stand up.
“Who is trying to sever the karma with me…” An Hao wondered in surprise, having delved into the Way of Cause and Effect since he had received the legacy of the Heavenly Dao.
However, his understanding of the Way of Cause and Effect was still weak, lacking the power to deduce its mysteries.
As he couldn’t figure it out, he attributed the penalization to the Immortal Dynasty, deciding not to dwell on it and continued his Path Enlightenment.
Opressed by the Immortal Dynasty, he did not panic, knowing that as long as his Martial Master was there, the Immortal Dynasty would dare not act rashly.
He was also astonished when he heard that his Martial Master had slain Autumn Equinox Immortal Lord, having met the man whose formidable aura had made a substantial impression. It was unimaginable to An Hao that such a powerful being would be powerless before his Martial Master.
He found that no matter how powerful an entity he encountered, how profound a force’s heritage was, those seemingly invincible and unconquerable beings were like nothing before his Martial Master.
He could not fathom just how strong his Martial Master truly was.
He even looked forward to how the encounter would unfold if Yang Xian Emperor, the current publicly acknowledged number one under the heavens, were to face his Martial Master. He believed his Martial Master could also be the first under the heavens!
Thinking of his Martial Master’s strength, An Hao cast aside his distractions, feeling a surge of fervor.
He wanted to catch up to his Martial Master as soon as possible!
…
As the days went by, New Year’s Day arrived in the blink of an eye. At dawn, Mystic Valley began preparing for the festival.
An Shengtian was chopping wood in the forest, his hair tied high at the back of his head, revealing his stern features.
A female disciple approached holding a teapot, looking at An Shengtian hesitantly, “Senior Brother, are you tired? Would you like some Spiritual Tea?”
She observed An Shengtian, her expression turning timidly coy.
An Shengtian turned his head with a smile, like ice melting away, he said with a laugh, “As a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, how could I be tired? However, I cannot refuse Junior Sister’s kindness. Just leave it there, and I will bring the teapot back for you.”
The female disciple was about to say something when the bushes rustled, and a white deer darted past them. A male disciple chased after it, not daring to glance at An Shengtian and the female disciple, fearful of interrupting them.
An Shengtian looked up and couldn’t help but smile.
Somewhat vexed but not wanting to bother her Senior Brother further, the female disciple resignedly placed the teapot down and left.
Inside Mystic Valley,
Gu An stood shoulder to shoulder with Shen Zhen, admiring the landscape of the Medicine Garden.
“Now that we’re here, tell me, why did you want to come and see this place?” Gu An turned his head towards Shen Zhen and asked.
Shen Zhen’s gaze wandered, as if searching for someone, she murmured, “No, this isn’t right.”
“What’s not right?”
Gu An asked, puzzled. Ever since he had met her that day, he felt something was off about her, as though she was always in a daze.
Recently, the Presence of Reincarnation around Shen Zhen had been growing stronger — a sensation Gu An had only ever felt around Ji Xiaoyu, which meant that Ji Xiaoyu was awakening memories of her past life.
Shen Zhen did not answer Gu An, but instead, she began to walk away.
In the direction of the woods where An Shengtian was.
Gu An followed her, curious about what Shen Zhen was searching for.
Could it have something to do with An Shengtian?
Gu An was perplexed, sensing that something strange was happening.
When Shen Zhen reached the forest, she coincidentally passed by the female disciple, who instinctively looked towards Shen Zhen. Attracted by her extraordinary aura and veiled face, the disciple was so mesmerized it was as if she had seen an immortal, leaving her in a daze.
Only when Gu An walked past her did she snap out of it.
Though curious about Shen Zhen’s identity, she dared not follow; to the new disciples, Gu An’s authority in Mystic Valley was paramount.
Upon seeing An Shengtian, Shen Zhen’s expression subtly changed.
An Shengtian seemed to sense something and involuntarily turned his head. When his eyes met Shen Zhen’s, he frowned, feeling an uncomfortable sensation.
Shen Zhen’s pupils twinkled peculiarly, the corners of her mouth rising beneath her veil.
“What’s wrong?” Gu An came up and asked.
Seeing him, An Shengtian immediately raised his hand in salute.
Ignoring Gu An, Shen Zhen said in a strange tone, “Those who evade the Heavenly Dao, variables…”
An Shengtian’s frown deepened, suddenly feeling a chill that made him instinctively fear.
Gu An stood in front of Shen Zhen and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”
He reached out to touch Shen Zhen’s shoulder.
Snap!
Shen Zhen suddenly grabbed Gu An’s wrist, her gaze turned sinister, and she spoke coldly, “I’m fine, don’t touch me.”
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