Listening to Gu An’s words, Chen Luo’s face flushed with both shame and a lack of confidence.
“But… even if I continue to cultivate now, will it be enough?” Chen Luo asked through gritted teeth.
He had once been at the Mahayana Realm in his cultivation level, and he naturally understood the power of immortal cultivation., but his wife had died right before his eyes, and not even the Saint King could stop it.
That was the Saint King, a powerful being the likes of which his Chen family had never seen since its establishment.
Gu An stared at him and said, “I can save your wife from her tragedy, but future tragedies must be prevented by yourself. I’m telling you in advance, your son’s destiny is not simple; troubles will follow him endlessly, and it was because of him that your wife died.”
“You now have two choices. One is to sever the causal connection with your son, and I can make it so you have no relationship with him at all. The other is to continue being his father, but there will be no more opportunities to give up in the future. Whatever you choose, I will save your wife.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Luo’s expression changed drastically, and his hands clenched into fists on his thighs.
Gu An could hear the struggle in Chen Luo’s heart, his many thoughts, some of which were dark, but Gu An paid them no mind.
Humans are complex, and hearts have their dark places, but as long as the choice made is good, there’s no need to discuss the heart.
The room fell into silence.
After a long while,
Chen Luo let out a sigh and said, “Senior, I wish to protect him for life. The father-son bond is hard to cultivate in a hundred lifetimes. I should not escape my duty. I believe my wife would have thought the same. I will strive to cultivate, protect him, support him, even if it costs me my life.”
Gu An, expressionless, asked, “No regrets?”
Chen Luo, no longer hesitating, smiled openly and said, “No regrets.”
Gu An showed a smile and said, “Then go and cultivate well.”
With that, he didn’t wait for Chen Luo to react and, waving his sleeve, whisked Chen Luo away.
The furnishings in the room shook, but the door was not disturbed. In an instant, Chen Luo found himself at the dojo of the Hidden Spirit Palace.
Gu An did not watch the warm scene of the couple reuniting; letting the Deep Sea Dragon Carp suffer was enough.
But with his experience, he probably only found it interesting.
Gu An raised his hand, took out the Theory of Heaven, and placed it on the table, then he started perusing the book.
The sunlight outside the window gradually dimmed, Gu An still did not put away the Theory of Heaven.
…
Chen Luo’s arrival and disappearance did not attract attention in the Third Medicine Valley, only Long Qing asked Gu An about it curiously.
A month later.
Gu An, riding the Blood Prison Great Saint, returned to the Third Medicine Valley. Today, they had visited the End of the World Valley, and both were in good spirits.
“Hahaha, that Lv Xian overestimated himself, thought he could compete with me! The moment I used my full strength, he was down!” the Blood Prison Great Saint, transformed into an ox, snorted, very proud.
Within the barrier drawn by Gu An, the Blood Prison Great Saint and Lv Xian sparred with all their might. The Loose Immortal Realm Blood Prison Great Saint laughed last.
Not to mention that the Blood Prison Great Saint’s cultivation level was higher, actually, his life span before reaching Nirvana was also greater.
Fighting to such a degree, Gu An felt that Lv Xian hadn’t lost.
Worthy of being the top person of the future Immortal Cultivation Realm.
Gu An chatted nonchalantly with the Blood Prison Great Saint, while his Divine Sense watched over the world, observing how those old acquaintances struggled in life.
Li Ya was being chased, in a critical situation, this youngster hanging by a thread, and yet he was with a mother and daughter.
You Yingying was listening to teachings; the Island Master of that island claimed to be the Immortal of Eternal Life, willing to bestow the Longevity Technique to those fated, but in reality, he was an evil cultivator who did no good.
An Hao was still sitting in front of that Celestial Dao Golden Core, cultivating heavenly divine skills, his power soaring.
Lu Lingjun was still in the Buddhist Sect of the Sea of Suffering, recently given a tough problem by Buddha, she was still sitting in meditation, thinking hard.
Jiang Qiong was undergoing solitary trials; this fellow, indeed from a Demon Dao background, wanted to steal another Sect’s divine skills.
Gu An also saw Hao Long reigning supreme on a continent dominated by the Demon Race, though his second-in-command was secretly plotting to kill him and take his True Blood.
Other old acquaintances were each living their eventful lives.
Gu An would not intervene if he could avoid it; being an onlooker also felt quite good.
At that moment, a Cyan-robed Daoist came before the Blood Prison Great Saint and raised his hand in greeting, saying, “I am He Qingsong, and I have seen the Sword Venerable.”
The Blood Prison Great Saint suddenly felt displeased and said, “Never heard of you, move aside, or I might just stomp you to death!”
He had seen all of Gu An’s friends, and having never seen this person, he naturally would not show courtesy.
He Qingsong, scolded by the Blood Prison Great Saint, did not get angry but instead looked calmly at Gu An, which only made the Blood Prison Great Saint even angrier.
Gu An looked at He Qingsong and asked with a smile, “Is there something you need?”
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Ordinarily at his life span limit, he seemed unremarkable, but his body was enveloped with a strong Celestial Dao Destiny that made Gu An very interested.
He was entwined with the Celestial Dao Destiny to the extent that Gu An couldn’t deduce his cause and effect or his destiny.
He Qingsong, neither servile nor overbearing, said, “I wonder what Sword Venerable thinks of this world. Do you intend to become an Immortal God who protects all living beings?”
After Gu An spoke, Blood Prison Great Saint fell silent, casting a suspicious glance towards He Qingsong. Could this person have an extraordinary origin?
To him, He Qingsong was just a common cultivator of the Nirvana Realm.
In the Supreme Sect nowadays, being at the Nirvana Realm was not uncommon.
Years before, a Celestial and Earthly Immortal had become an elder of the Supreme Sect, and it had been quite the affair.
Gu An shook his head and said, “I have no particular thoughts, nor do I wish to become an Immortal God. I merely wish to live peacefully here, savoring the passage of time.”
He Qingsong immediately followed up, “If that is so, why, then, would Sword Venerable keep the ‘Theory of Heaven’?”
Theory of Heaven?
Blood Prison Great Saint was taken aback, unaware that their master had a piece of the Theory of Heaven.
Far away, before the Mountain of Ten Thousand Swords where Jue Luo Sword Monarch was meditating and enlightenment on his sword skills, he opened his eyes and his gaze fell on He Qingsong.
“This aura… could it be…” Jue Luo Sword Monarch frowned, a bad premonition rising in his heart.
Gu An asked with a smile, “Do you want the Theory of Heaven?”
He Qingsong replied, “I do not wish for it, merely that its presence in the hands of Sword Venerable means the Great Fortune Seekers of this world cannot obtain the True Immortal Inheritance. Your Dao practice should not intervene in the operations of the world.”
Gu An looked at him as if trying to see through him, but He Qingsong was not intimidated and met Gu An’s gaze.
Blood Prison Great Saint’s eyes flashed coldly upon hearing He Qingsong not addressing Gu An with respect.
An Xin, Long Qing, and Chen Chuan noticed this scene and approached, with other disciples noticing someone was obstructing their master and something seemed amiss, drawing more of them closer.
Long Qing moved the fastest. He arrived in front of He Qingsong, sizing him up and saying, “It’s you. I’ve seen you before. What is your identity that you dare to be so disrespectful to my master?”
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Gu An, evidently interested, asked, “Have you come for the sake of all living beings?”
He Qingsong replied, “I have come for the operation of the world. This past month, living among the cultivators of the Supreme Sect, I have come to know your character and actions. If you truly have a compassionate and merciful heart, you should release the Theory of Heaven to allow this realm to welcome its savior sooner—this too is the will of the Heavenly Dao.”
Gu An raised his right hand, palm up, and the Theory of Heaven materialized in it.
He looked towards the distance at Zhu Xi and waved her over.
Zhu Xi hesitated for a moment but, steeling herself, approached.
He Qingsong, following Gu An’s gaze, had a slight change of expression as his pupils dilated.
“How could it be her…” He Qingsong wrinkled his brow, thinking in astonishment.
Zhu Xi came to Blood Prison Great Saint’s side and raised her hand in greeting to Gu An.
Gu An smiled and said, “Disciple, this person here wishes your master to hand over the Theory of Heaven, what do you think I should do?”
Zhu Xi had heard the conversation, and although the Theory of Heaven was hers, she feared causing trouble.
“It is entirely up to you, Master,” Zhu Xi respectfully said.
Gu An laughed and looked back at He Qingsong, asking with a smile, “Could my disciple possibly be the savior?”
He Qingsong’s face turned awkward, and he didn’t directly answer, seemingly on guard against Zhu Xi.
Everyone else could see it too and confusedly scrutinized Zhu Xi. Zhu Xi didn’t have much presence at the Third Medicine Valley, and the disciples hadn’t expected her to have another identity.
Gu An continued, “It seems you too cannot see through the will of Heaven.”
He casually threw the Theory of Heaven to Zhu Xi, who instinctively caught it.
Gu An patted Blood Prison Great Saint on the shoulder, signaling him to move forward.
This time, He Qingsong no longer stopped Blood Prison Great Saint but looked at Zhu Xi with a complex expression, his face cycling through clouds and sunlight.
The gazes of others shifted back and forth between Zhu Xi and He Qingsong, their minds filled with curiosity and confusion.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Zhu Xi turned to leave.
“Your Highness, would you like to restore your destiny that reigns above all beings?” He Qingsong suddenly called out, stopping Zhu Xi.
Jue Luo Sword Monarch, hearing these words, seemed to have a realization, his eyes displaying shock, and he muttered to himself, “So, it’s really her…”