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Chapter 626: A Dream of Three Millennia, How Much Gold Lost!
Chapter 626: A Dream of Three Millennia, How Much Gold Lost!
In a secluded corner, a dark shadow coughed incessantly.
Bubbles of blood emerged from each cough, a sign of his deteriorating condition.
"Reincarnation... what am I still lacking?"
San Sheng was perplexed.
With his natural talent, he far surpassed even the Heavenly Emperor.
The closer he got to reincarnation, the more distant it seemed.
Even if the Sword of Forgetfulness was successfully forged, reincarnation would still be out of reach.
"San Sheng, the reincarnation you seek is different from what we imagine. It's a dead end.
Why not change... to tranquility."
After years of silence, the jade tablet finally conveyed a message.
"Tranquility" had passed away.
The path of tranquility remained, but it was incomplete.
"Tranquility" thought that San Sheng could follow his path and achieve true tranquility.
All things are still, yet I am not.
San Sheng furrowed his brows and waved his hand, "Even in death, there are still so many echoes?"
The jade tablet fell silent.
San Sheng's desired path was reincarnation.
As for "Tranquility," it could freeze all things, but it wasn't what San Sheng sought.
"What am I still lacking to achieve reincarnation?"
San Sheng murmured, and at that moment, he began to cough violently, spitting out a large pool of blood.
The power of Return to Nothingness continued to erode him, leaving him incredibly weak.
Suddenly, San Sheng lifted his head, and the black robe covering him trembled.
"You're here?"
In the distance stood a graceful young woman holding a blood-red longsword.
Her expression was cold and her eyes were grave.
Despite the dark shadow's weakness, she treated him with utmost seriousness.
After all, a slight misstep could send them plummeting into an abyss.
Moreover, her mysteriousness added to the complexity.
She had orchestrated their fates, manipulating both her and her master.
As San Sheng's voice fell, a silent war began.
This was a battle of Dao Lords, and not just any ordinary ones.
Although San Sheng's power was suppressed by the karmic force of Return to Nothingness, he could still effortlessly slay ordinary Daoist Gods.
Wu Shi, wielding the enhanced Sword of Forgetfulness, was even more formidable.
Their clash could overturn the entire universe.
However, their battle was swift and agile, not even shattering the mountain beneath them. It was a pure contest of Dao techniques.
Devouring, forgetting, cycling...
"Who are you, and how do you also understand the power of devouring?"
Wu Shi had gained the upper hand.
But she didn't rejoice.
The depth of her opponent's foundation was astonishing.
If not for their weakness, she would have been no match.
"My name... is Reincarnation."
San Sheng's body became increasingly illusory and ethereal.
Even without Wu Shi's attacks, he would eventually fade into nothingness, a victim of the curse of Return to Nothingness.
The blood-red sword slashed as if it could devour everything in the world, even the force of Return to Nothingness.
The sword pierced San Sheng's hand, tearing through his flesh.
His blood merged with the Sword of Forgetfulness.
A hoarse voice echoed, "What's missing between the cycle and reincarnation?"
"Death?"
Even in death, he clung to his vow, wanting to see the path ahead clearly.
But even death couldn't reveal the secrets of reincarnation.
What was it that he lacked to reach reincarnation?
"Who are you?"
Wu Shi's blood-red longsword trembled, and the black shadow's hooded cloak was lifted.
A weak, pale, yet familiar face appeared before Wu Shi.
Her eyes widened in shock, and her face showed disbelief.
"Master?"
The San Sheng Chapter concludes.
...
"What you lack is the Underworld."
On Mount Wanshen, Qi Yuan opened his eyes.
Countless memories flooded his mind.
His eyes briefly held confusion and melancholy, thinking of Jian Tu, Yu Qian, and San Sheng.
These three lives were part of his past, experienced during the creation of the San Qing Law.
"I never imagined that I would encounter Little Wu Shi in the San Qing Law."
Recalling their shared moments, Qi Yuan found it quite amusing.
As he reflected on it, it made perfect sense.
After all, Wu Shi was his Divine Infant.
It was only natural for them to be connected by fate and meet.
However, later on, Wu Shi was captured by San Sheng and devoured, consuming the Dao Fruit of the Devouring Dao Lord.
Bits and pieces of past memories surfaced.
Qi Yuan's eyes remained calm and serene.
"Above Yang Wu, there is Yang Liu."
"The cycle is merely the beginning of reincarnation."
At that moment, Qi Yuan waved his hand, and a jade tablet fell into his grasp.
This jade tablet was none other than the Game Tablet.
"So, this Game Tablet has a name, Jing Jing, no... There's also a part of San Sheng, it's a bit long-winded."
The Game Tablet, also known as "Jing," had been taken by San Sheng.
Later, San Sheng was killed by Wu Shi.
A portion of San Sheng entered the Sword of Forgetfulness, while another part merged with Jing within the Game Tablet.
"Therefore, this Game Tablet is a part of me."
"Oh dear, my head feels a bit dizzy."
"Am I San Sheng's future?"
"Or should I say, is San Sheng a part of me?"
Qi Yuan, despite his intelligence, disliked exerting his brain.
He only used his brain for devising grand plans.
"None of this matters."
After a moment, Qi Yuan understood.
For Jing, time itself did not exist.
The past, present, and future were all static, frozen in a single point.
For San Sheng, who deluded himself into controlling reincarnation, the concept of cause and effect did not apply.
He created history, edited it, or perhaps...
Qi Yuan was an observer.
If he hadn't witnessed that particular history, then... that history might not have truly existed.
Just as an ant would not recognize Qi Yuan, so too would Qi Yuan be an illusion, an unreal existence, to the ant.
That history, to Qi Yuan, was akin to an ant's perception of Qi Yuan.
"The reason San Sheng's reincarnation failed is because... he didn't have the Underworld."
"Without the Underworld, how could there be reincarnation?"
Even the Blue Star people understood this logic.
The Underworld was an indispensable part of the reincarnation process.
San Sheng suffered from a lack of cultural knowledge.
Although San Sheng was created by Qi Yuan's San Qing Law and possessed exceptional talent, intelligence, and good looks, Qi Yuan, as the original body, believed he was no less than San Sheng.
After all, Qi Yuan had a college degree, while San Sheng did not.
Qi Yuan also had property deeds, a marriage certificate, and a mental health certificate, none of which San Sheng possessed.
"As expected, San Sheng, without the influence of nine years of compulsory education, failed in his reincarnation."
"I'm different. I have the Underworld, and I want to reincarnate... with ease."
"With the Underworld, I have the Ten Kings of Hell, but I lack the Wangchuan River."
"Hey, where did my river go?"
"Star River? Milky Way?"
"No, the Cosmic Mother River!"
The Cosmic Mother River, capable of reviving the universe's sentient beings, was what Qi Yuan sought, akin to the lost Wangchuan River.
"The current me has endured the Three Disasters and Three Tribulations."
Qi Yuan assessed his own strength.
Compared to San Sheng at his peak, he still had a long way to go.
However, having survived the Three Disasters and Three Tribulations, his extraordinary strength, coupled with the Sword of Forgetfulness, made him invincible below Yang Liu.
He even dared to challenge Yang Liu, armed with the Sword of Forgetfulness.
Moreover, if he were to enter reincarnation, his power might instantly surpass San Sheng at his peak.
"Feng Ye, how long have I been in seclusion?"
Qi Yuan asked at that moment.
Of course, if he perceived the information factor, he would also know the duration.
But he was lazy.
"Your Highness, have you emerged from seclusion?"
"Your Highness, you've been in seclusion for three thousand years." Feng Ye replied respectfully.
"Three thousand years? That long? Alas, my strength has only improved this much."
Qi Yuan felt a bit disappointed.
As the saying goes, time is money, and he had lost a significant amount of gold.
"Have there been any important events in these three thousand years?" Qi Yuan inquired.
"Your Highness, the Black Sky Sovereign once sought you, but you were in seclusion." Feng Ye answered seriously, slowing down his speech, "The Black Sky Sovereign said that he has canceled the debt of gratitude he owed you."
(End of Chapter)
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