The Dao of Reincarnation (412-413) (Patreon)

Chapter 412: The Ancient and Modern Recorder (Part 23)

Su Chen recorded the death of the Lord of No Light in the book. What delighted him even more was the giant who stood between heaven and earth. It was the Great Dao of Strength, cultivated to its absolute extreme. He possessed the qualifications to become an Immortal.

At the end of the era, the giant who cultivated the Great Dao of Strength finally became an Immortal. He became the first Immortal Su Chen had witnessed.

The towering giant glanced in Su Chen's direction, gave a slight nod, and then vanished.

In this spacetime, a True Immortal had been born.

It must be known that the history surrounding the birth of every True Immortal was extremely difficult to recreate.

Yet Su Chen discovered something. The spacetime he occupied seemed incomplete. Not to mention Immortal Kings, even True Immortals were few in number. Faced with this question, Su Chen sought out a reclusive True Immortal and obtained an answer.

Long ago, a great war had erupted across the heavens, sweeping through every spacetime and shattering the fabric of the heavens so that it was no longer whole.

In other words, the previous spacetime had been arranged vertically, like a towering building. Each floor was guarded by an Immortal King, who had prevented chaos. Now that the building had been sliced into countless fragments of various sizes. Those fragments had developed into countless separate spacetimes. The once-complete heavens had shattered like a mirror and fallen into total disorder.

"In the past… was it the battle of the 'Heavenly Gang Immortal King' that caused the spacetime to shatter?"

No. Su Chen rejected the idea. He was certain that after the battle of the Heavenly Gang Immortal King, spacetime had still remained intact. Something unknown had occurred afterward that caused the once-complete spacetime to fracture into countless small pieces. Even the Immortal Kings themselves no longer knew where they were. And he… why had he died, and why had even the Reverse Fate Scripture failed to protect his reincarnated body?

"You intend to cross the long rivers of different spacetimes to seek the truth?"

When the True Immortal learned of Su Chen's intention, he was quite surprised. "You may become lost among the endless different spacetimes and encounter terrifying existences. Even with a True Immortal body, attempting to reverse the long rivers of different spacetimes in search of the truth of the past is no different from fishing for a needle in the ocean."

Su Chen closed the Book of Karma. Facing the True Immortal's dissuasion, he shook his head. "My mind is already decided. Thank you for informing me, fellow Daoist."

As a deep crack appeared, Su Chen stepped directly into it.

The True Immortal felt considerable regret. This world had finally gained two more fellow cultivators, yet one of them insisted on seeking death. In the past, there had been True Immortals who wished to seek the truth, yet in the end, all of them had become lost in the endless years of endless spacetimes.

...

Everything rapidly shifted before Su Chen's eyes.

He saw the entire lives of countless former wearers of the mask flash past him.

He returned to the very beginning. An old man lay in the snow, already on the verge of death. In the distance, a carriage happened to pass by. Its wheels rolled over the snow, sending up sprays of dust and ice, then suddenly jolted as though they had struck something. Inside the carriage, an exquisite young girl lifted the curtain and discovered the dying old man in the freezing snowscape.

Everything unfolded exactly as it had in the past. He watched as the old man on the brink of death was saved by the young girl.

Su Chen extended his five fingers. Black lightning suddenly interwove and prevented him from reaching out, as though the most terrible consequence would follow.

Established karma could not be reversed.

Su Chen sighed softly. He walked past the destruction of the Heavenly Origin Sect and arrived at the timeline of Si Zhaonan. At that moment, the troubled Si Zhaonan suddenly felt his mind grow clear and calm. The Saint Realm that should have required several more years to reach was suddenly broken through.

In an instant, in a place no one could see, countless black lightning bolts fell upon Su Chen's body.

The human race rewrote the ending in which only Si Zhaonan would have survived by perishing together with the demons.

The existence of the Heavenly Origin Dynasty replaced the Sacred Mountains.

As the full punishment of karma descended, Su Chen looked at his charred robes and gave a slight nod.

His figure vanished once more and traveled to another spacetime.

...

In a desolate wilderness world, a figure wearing a bronze mask suddenly appeared above a dense jungle… yet he looked rather battered.

After an unknown length of time, Su Chen finally located this spacetime. It appeared far weaker than the previous ones; not even a single True Immortal existed here.

Su Chen waited from the beginning of this spacetime until its end, when it sank into annihilation. Countless powers of karma gathered upon him, and his cultivation advanced another step.

Unfortunately, he found no traces of the great war of the past.

Su Chen was forced to continue enduring countless years in search of other spacetimes.

After countless more years, Su Chen suddenly stopped.

He had already experienced more than one spacetime.

He no longer knew exactly how much time had passed. He had witnessed not only the rise and fall of eras but even the final end of entire spacetimes. He had nearly been buried himself, yet fortunately he had fled quickly enough. He had also witnessed new fragments of spacetime break away and form entirely new cycles of myriad realms.

These experiences allowed Su Chen to formally step into the ranks of True Immortal giants.

What caused him to stop was the familiar aura he suddenly sensed.

"It is… the Myriad Laws Dao. Could it be Yun Xing?"

Su Chen set out toward the spacetime where he had sensed the aura of the Myriad Laws.

...

Within a stretch of green mountains stood a small sect. The sect consisted of only one old man and one child.

Though the sect was tiny, it bore a name that thundered across the land.

Clear Wind Temple.

Inside Clear Wind Temple lived an old Daoist.

The reason Clear Wind Temple carried such an imposing reputation was entirely due to that old Daoist. Even the strongest expert under heaven had been defeated by his hand.

Yet because the temple held only two people, the entire mountain felt rather desolate.

"Robbery! If you wish to ascend this mountain, you must prepare two birthday gifts!"

Dongfang Yunxiao blocked the strange masked man.

Su Chen looked at the small figure standing in his way. He could not help but laugh softly.

"Two birthday gifts?"

Dongfang Yunxiao planted both hands on his hips and spoke with righteous confidence. "One birthday gift is for this young master's master. The other birthday gift must be prepared for this young master. My master refuses to give me cultivation resources, so this young master has no choice but to demand an extra gift!"

Su Chen regarded the small figure with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He had witnessed far too many things and carried far too many titles, yet at this moment he felt no sense of elevation. Instead, he found the situation rather interesting.

"I have prepared no birthday gifts."

Su Chen spoke with complete calm. That calmness left Dongfang Yunxiao's mouth hanging open. Unwilling to give up, the boy searched Su Chen's body thoroughly yet found nothing at all.

Dongfang Yunxiao slumped in disappointment, crossed his arms over his chest, and swept his eyes around. Looking at the mysterious man in the bronze mask, he suddenly brightened with excitement.

"Then, if you defeat this young master, this young master will allow you to ascend the mountain!"

Chapter 413: The Ancient and Modern Recorder (Part 24)

Su Chen looked at the interesting little fellow.

In this spacetime, at this very moment, he had sensed the aura of the Myriad Laws Dao.

Upon the small body of the boy before him, there was also a faint trace of the Myriad Laws Dao.

A soft laugh came from beneath the mask. "Very well."

The moment the words fell, the youth cupped his fists toward the front and then vanished.

Su Chen slowly raised his hand. Wind, fire, thunder, and lightning rotated and formed a fist imprint that collided with the boy's wrist.

Dongfang Yunxiao was greatly surprised.

Though young in age, his cultivation had already reached the Saint Realm. Under his master's guidance, he had cultivated a supreme path, and his combat strength was extraordinary. In this world, the number of people who could block one of his punches with a single hand could be counted on one's fingers.

Dongfang Yunxiao refused to accept defeat. His other hand transformed into a palm imprint. The palm imprint cycled endlessly between destruction and vitality, evolving an entire world.

The wind and clouds changed abruptly.

"Not bad."

Just as the terrifying palm imprint was about to strike Su Chen, the world condensed within it suddenly shattered and turned into nothing more than a light, floating palm that landed on his body. The scene left Dongfang Yunxiao stunned, standing frozen in place.

In the span of a single breath, a different aura began circulating through Dongfang Yunxiao's body without pause. It interwove and reorganized, finally forming a transparent phantom. The phantom's eyes were solemn. From the void it drew out a sword whose blade was carved with countless branded lines.

The Myriad Laws Sword.

Without hesitation, the sword was swung toward Su Chen.

A strike of this sword was enough to easily collapse an entire world.

Yet at this moment, it appeared light and casual. Between heaven and earth, not the slightest change occurred. The blade was easily pinched between two fingers.

Dongfang Yunxiao released the hilt. The long sword transformed into a streak of flowing light and vanished.

"Still want to fight?" Su Chen looked at the young boy with amusement.

The youth waved his hands repeatedly and shook his head. "No more, no more. No matter how much longer we fight, this young master will never be your match."

Dongfang Yunxiao loved combat, yet that did not mean he enjoyed being abused. From their brief exchange, he had already seen clearly that the strange man in the bronze mask before him was an existence he could not defeat even with all his strength. Continuing the fight would not change the outcome in the slightest.

"Does Senior know this young master's master?"

Dongfang Yunxiao asked curiously. He had never heard his master mention any old acquaintances. His master had always been extremely mysterious, and the strange man before him was equally mysterious. Perhaps the two truly knew each other.

Dongfang Yunxiao muttered to himself.

Su Chen nodded. If earlier he had only sensed the aura of the Myriad Laws Dao, now he could be certain that Dongfang Yunxing was here.

"Lead the way. Take me to see your master."

Dongfang Yunxiao thought for a moment and decided to bring the mysterious man up the mountain.

After all… if the mysterious man before him had wanted to kill him, he would have acted long ago. He would have been completely unable to resist, and the man had never shown any malice.

...

On the mountain of Clear Wind Temple stood a clean wooden hut surrounded by dense grass and trees beneath a blue sky and white clouds.

A white-haired young man lay idly on a tree branch.

He had spent countless years in such days and had long grown accustomed to them.

"Master, Master, an old acquaintance has come to see you!"

The white-haired young man dug a finger into his ear. "Old acquaintance? What old acquaintance? Since when does this master have any old acquaintances?

"You unfilial disciple, hurry and catch two mountain chickens for me. It has been far too long since this master last ate chicken."

Dongfang Yunxiao had already reached the base of the tree.

At that moment, the white-haired young man lowered his head and looked down. Besides Dongfang Yunxiao, there stood a mysterious man wearing a mask and holding an ancient book.

After confirming it was a figure he had never seen before, the white-haired young man closed his eyes and sighed helplessly. "Little Yunxiao, where is this master's birthday gift?"

Dongfang Yunxiao looked at his lazy master and sighed with equal helplessness. "This senior did not prepare any birthday gift. He claims to be an old acquaintance of yours, Master. This disciple was no match for him… so I could only bring him to see you."

The white-haired young man's eyes opened. He narrowed them and observed the mysterious man in the bronze mask once more. At last, he cursed angrily, "You little brat, this master should never have taken you as a disciple! You really bring every strange and bizarre person to this master's place. Are you trying to get this master killed?"

He had actually sensed a supreme characteristic from the man in the bronze mask. The man's strength was likely no weaker than his own had been before his fall!

At that moment, the mysterious man in the bronze mask slowly raised his head. When their four eyes met, the white-haired young man's words abruptly stopped. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The wariness in his gaze dissipated and turned into shock and doubt… then gradually into delighted surprise. His throat rolled several times without producing any sound. After a long while, the words finally left his mouth, filled with disbelief.

"Mas… Master…"

Dongfang Yunxiao was confused. He looked at his own master, then at the mysterious man in the bronze mask. His master was actually addressing this mysterious man as Master… Did that mean the man before them in the bronze mask was his grandmaster?

Dongfang Yunxiao sharply drew in a cold breath. He had still been thinking of demanding a birthday gift from his grandmaster… yet after a moment's thought, he decided it was fine. Demanding birthday gifts had been his master's own requirement.

"Yunxing."

Su Chen's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

After that great battle, he had fallen at once. He had originally believed Dongfang Yunxing would also die in that battle. He had never expected the man to retain a thread of aura and survive the long years until he revived once more.

"Master, it really is you!"

Dongfang Yunxing laughed loudly, his laughter open and bright. He could no longer remember how long it had been since he last felt such joy.

With a casual wave of his large hand, a fierce wind blew Dongfang Yunxiao far away, giving the boy no chance to resist. Only when he was a great distance off did Dongfang Yunxiao manage to steady himself.

He spat toward Clear Wind Temple. "This young master doesn't care to listen anyway! Perfect—I hid two mountain chickens. Now I can finally enjoy them all by myself!"

Dongfang Yunxiao reached out and pulled out two birds of different colors. Clutched by the throat, they tried to cry out yet could produce no sound, their eyes filled with sorrow.

True direct bloodline descendants of the Phoenix Clan were actually being treated as "mountain chickens."

The youth's eyes shone as drool formed at the corners of his mouth.

This time, no one would compete with him for the mountain chickens!