Man in the heavens, wins by lying down to prove the truth

Chapter 364 The World of the Heart (Final Volume)

"Senior, what's his name?"

Taiwei Hua frowned slightly, unable to recall any memory of that person.

Upon hearing this, the Taoist shook his head: "I can't remember, I can't recall... His karma has been completely severed. Only a very few beings can sense that someone has disappeared, but no one will remember him."

Yu Yun asked, "Could it be that even your cultivation level, Senior, would be affected?"

The Taoist smiled and shook his head: "No, I forgot him to fulfill his wish. Otherwise, he wouldn't have disappeared, and he wouldn't have had the opportunity to find a higher Dao fruit."

At the pinnacle of the field, one has already stepped into a realm of half-transcendence.

As long as any living being remembers an existence of this level, he will return.

Even if a transcendent being wanted to kill such a being, the only way would be to completely erase all traces of him, including his own memories, and reduce him to a simple impression.

Just like the Taoist priest, he only remembered that there was a young friend, but did not know who the young friend was or what he did.

Of course, when a transcendent being confronts a half-step transcendent being, it is not necessary to cut them off; it is enough to permanently freeze their mindset.

"Alright, now you need to make a decision: either wait for his return, or go back to your own world and pretend none of this ever happened."

The Taoist priest looked at the two women.

Yu Yun half-closed her eyes, pondered for a moment, and then shook her head: "Senior, how can I pretend that none of this ever happened? Without that person, where would I be today?"

Taiwei Hua nodded slightly: "Senior, what are the chances that person will return?"

"It's impossible, unpredictable, utterly gone, maybe it'll come back in the next moment, maybe it'll never come back."

The Taoist shook his head. How could one make a judgment about a being that does not exist at all?

"If you do not wish to return to your respective worlds, you may wait in my Great Luo Heaven to avoid being affected by the karmic calamities of the Three Realms."

As the Taoist priest spoke, he pointed to the vast sea of ​​clouds below.

Then the vast and boundless sea of ​​clouds dispersed, revealing the appearance of the Three Realms.

Although the original supreme god has disappeared, the evil thoughts of all living beings remain, and Mara is still here.

In fact, when Zhou Cheng forced the main god to appear, Moro was basically destroyed.

However, as Zhou Cheng internalized the cause and effect, some realms had 'forgotten' about the fact that Mara had perished because of Zhou Cheng, so he came back to life.

Just like Yu Yun forgot her Dao fruit, but was still enlightened by the Daoist.

Yu Yun bowed to the Taoist priest and said, "Thank you, senior. I have troubled you."

……

Within endless dimensions, within countless domains.

One after another, transcendent beings sat on the other shore; having reached their level, they could see through everything.

"The main god was killed, and the first reincarnator also disappeared. What a pity."

A handsome monk walked through worlds, seemingly sensing something, and clasped his hands together, softly reciting the scripture: "All conditioned phenomena are like dew and lightning; thus should you contemplate them."

In another infinite space, the Omniscient One, standing at the highest plane, became aware of this.

"If information has completely disappeared, will people at that level also be eliminated?"

The Yellow Emperor had complete insight into all information; even deleted information could be retrieved from a list called 'Deleted Information'.

However, one piece of information has disappeared.

It was as if it had never existed. If he hadn't inexplicably started talking to someone in the past, he wouldn't have noticed that any information had disappeared.

Similar scenes are playing out in one world after another.

Those transcendent beings who had ever had contact with Zhou Cheng, or those who participated in the siege of the main god, all noticed the relevant changes.

In the endless void, a fairyland hangs high.

In the fairyland, there is a small courtyard with a clear lake in the courtyard, as clear as a mirror.

In the heart of the lake grows a lotus of eternal reincarnation, upon which all principles, concepts, laws, and mysteries are condensed, forming countless patterns.

If you look closely, you can see that the pattern is made up of even finer and more mysterious interwoven lines, and if you look even closer, there are even deeper layers.

Thus, infinite layers and infinite mysteries are all presented in this lotus.

On the shore of that lake, a dashing young man sat cross-legged.

Suddenly, the heroic young man opened his eyes: "A river of time has disappeared."

The young man's eyes were half-closed, but he discovered that he had severed some of his memories.

"The memories I deliberately severed... turned out to be those of old friends."

A faint smile appeared on the young man's lips: "I hope you can return."

……

Existence is nothingness, and nothingness is existence.

Vague and indistinct, it was originally a heart struggling.

……

In the height of summer, deep in the mountains and forests.

This is a mass grave, with many lonely graves of all sizes. The morning mist drifts out, sending a chill down one's spine for no apparent reason.

"boom!"

A pile of earth exploded, and a pale hand reached out.

"Where am I? I'm so thirsty."

A sickly young man crawled out, his face pale, and he looked around in confusion.

A smell of earth and decay hit me; it wasn't too bad, but it wasn't pleasant either.

"who am I?"

"where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

Three soul-searching questions surfaced in the young man's mind, causing him to gaze at the world with a sense of bewilderment, wandering aimlessly until he reached the roadside.

Suddenly, a sharp pain surged into the young man's mind.

The feeling is similar to a cramp, but it's actually inside the head.

Various hazy, dreamlike memories flickered, absurd and illogical.

However, the young man soon remembered who he was.

These are fragmented memories, which seem to be gradually fading away.

"My name is Zhou Cheng?"

The young man frowned; it seemed to be this name.

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderclap roared down from the sky, tearing apart the lingering night before dawn and striking the young man directly.

He had just climbed out of the mass grave and hadn't gone far when he suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed by the roadside.

In the quiet mountains and fields, the sounds of insects chirping and birds singing rose and fell, and there was no other noise.

If a timid person were to hide alone in the mountains during the darkest hour before dawn, they would probably scare themselves half to death.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps echoed rapidly through the mountains and forests.

"Hurry up, hurry up, there was just thunder, it might rain, don't waste time."

"Brother Lin Hu, slow down!"

"We can't delay, everyone, let's pick up the pace! There's a deserted, dilapidated temple just ahead. We'll rest there when we get there!"

In the mountains and forests, a group of hikers were walking briskly.

Leading the group were two strong men, one named Shi Linhu and the other named Shi Feijiao.

The group seemed to have traveled this path many times before, and were very familiar with it, quickly traversing through the mountains and forests.

"Hey, Uncle Lin Hu, look... isn't that a person?"

A sharp-eyed teenager spotted Zhou Cheng, who had collapsed by the roadside.

"You brat, don't talk nonsense. This is a mass grave. Where would anyone come from?"

“That’s right. If you continue like this, we’ll have to tell the clan elders not to let you go into the mountains anymore.”

"No, it looks like a real person. Let's go, let's see if they're still breathing!"

The man named Shi Linhu had learned some farming skills when he was young. He was full of energy and had sharp hearing and eyesight. He vaguely sensed that Zhou Cheng's chest seemed to be rising and falling.

“Hey you, Da Niu, Er Zhuang, you two eat a lot and are strong, take this poor man with you.”

"Yes, Uncle Feijiao!"

Two teenagers darted out of the crowd. One of them handed the mountain goods he was carrying to his companion, and then carried the unconscious Zhou Cheng on his back.

...I don't know how much time passed.

While unconscious, Zhou Cheng vaguely felt some moisture at the corner of his mouth, as warm soup moistened his parched throat, and he instinctively swallowed.

"Hey, she's awake! There's still hope!"

Faintly, a loud and boisterous voice rang in Zhou Cheng's ears.

Gradually, Zhou Cheng opened his eyes.

The scene before me was somewhat dim, seemingly inside a dilapidated mud house, which appeared to be only a few feet long and wide.

"Where is...where?"

Zhou Cheng's voice was terribly hoarse as he looked around in confusion at the people in coarse linen clothes, short jackets, and carrying some rattan baskets on their backs. He could vaguely make out things like clay knives and clay bows.

"This is Mangshan, on the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains. We rescued you, young man, how did you come here?"

The leading man looked at Zhou Cheng with piercing eyes.

Zhou Cheng suddenly felt a headache coming on, and after a moment some memories came back to him.

Did he time travel?

It seems she had many dreams.

Those dreams are blurry and ethereal, seemingly fading into oblivion.

"I... I've forgotten who I am."

Zhou Cheng remained silent for a moment before saying this.

Seeing Zhou Cheng speak like this, the man shook his head: "Fine, since you're unwilling to tell us the truth, we won't ask you anything."

This man clearly mistook Zhou Cheng for someone who had been forced into the mountains by the ways of the world.

Because this situation is the most common, if Zhou Cheng were really some important person, he wouldn't have fainted on the roadside, his body so weak, and he probably hadn't eaten in a long time.

"We're leaving soon. Are you coming down the mountain with us, or will you stay hidden in the mountains?" the man asked one last time.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Cheng hurriedly said, "I need to go down the mountain. I'm counting on you heroes."

The man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "We are not heroes, we are just villagers from Shijiabao at the foot of this mountain."

Just then, a teenage boy next to him handed over a ceramic bowl: "Would you like some?"

The earthenware bowl contained some kind of paste, a kind of food made by soaking coarse cakes in water and simmering it.

As for what the flatbread was made of, Zhou Cheng really couldn't tell; it certainly wasn't made of rice or flour.

"Thank you, thank you!"

At this moment, Zhou Cheng realized that he was experiencing intense hunger, to the point that it was painful.

After finishing the ceramic bowl, Zhou Cheng picked up something that looked like a wooden spoon and shoveled the rice paste into his mouth.

It didn't have much of a taste, or rather, it had a strange smell.

Before time travel, even dogs wouldn't eat that.

But Zhou Cheng was too hungry right now; he just wanted to fill his stomach.

The rice porridge wasn't very hot; the hikers had already eaten it and it had cooled down long ago.

Seeing Zhou Cheng pick up his bowl and start eating, the men around him who had been holding knives and staring at him also relaxed their guard.

If they were bad people, they certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to eat whatever they're given.

"My name is Shi Erzhuang, what's yours?"

The young man who was handing Zhou Cheng his food stood close to him, looking at Zhou Cheng, who, although weak, still had fair skin and delicate flesh, and asked him curiously.

Most farmers have calluses on their hands or feet.

But if he's some big shot, why would he end up in the mountains?

"My name is Zhou Cheng. I don't know what I did before, I can't remember." Zhou Cheng replied somewhat incoherently.

In just a minute or two, Zhou Cheng finished the bowl of rice porridge.

It was barely enough to fill my stomach; a bowl of porridge certainly wouldn't be enough to satisfy me.

But Zhou Cheng was too embarrassed to ask for more; he was rather shy.

Several young men from Shijiabao gathered around and chatted with Zhou Cheng casually.

Zhou Cheng said what he could say, and said he had amnesia if he couldn't say it.

Even so, the men noticed that Zhou Cheng must have been educated; he spoke in a refined manner and had a strange accent, unlike someone from their area.

In the blink of an eye, about an hour or two had passed.

Zhou Cheng didn't have a watch either; it was just a vague feeling, which might not be accurate.

"That's strange. The sun should be out by now, so why hasn't the mountain fog cleared up yet?"

Shi Feijiao frowned and looked outside the mountain god temple, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

The mountain fog was strange; instead of dissipating, it grew thicker and thicker, to the point where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.

The other middle-aged men seemed to remember something as well, and they exchanged glances.

"Everyone, don't go out. Wait for the mountain fog to clear before going down the mountain."

Shi Linhu, who was in the lead, looked at his companions with a serious expression.

Upon hearing this, many of the mountain hikers nodded in agreement.

Even the teenagers had no objections. Although they rarely went into the mountains, every time they did, their aunts would repeatedly remind them of certain things.

"You rascals, boil water and cook!"

A burly man shouted and directed a group of young men to get busy.

"Understood, Uncle!"

"I'm coming!"

The small temple immediately became lively.

The people carrying firewood, lighting the fire, and boiling water were all there, creating a lively atmosphere that gave Zhou Cheng a strange sense of peace.

"Look, there's a fire in the temple!"

Suddenly, a young man's voice came from outside the temple.

Then a woman's voice rang out: "Let's go, let's go, let's get into the temple quickly!"

"what!"

Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out from the thick fog outside the temple; it was the man's voice.

Immediately following was the sound of someone falling down, which was quite obvious.

"Sister, pull me up!"

"Brother, I can't pull you up. Can you stand up by yourself?"

"Go to the temple and ask them for help!"

"oh oh!"

A hurried footstep approached from afar, though it was only a dozen meters away, right at the temple entrance.

The fog was eerily thick, making it impossible to see anything. While "pitch black" might be an exaggeration, it was indeed very dense, with visibility around two or three meters.

In just a few moments, the crowd saw a young girl dressed as a hunter quickly enter the temple. She was wearing some kind of animal skin clothing and carrying a bow and arrows.

"Uncles and brothers, I am a hunter from Bei Village at the foot of the mountain. I came into the mountains with my elder brother..."

The hunter's daughter was quite pretty, at least among the villagers, she was considered one of the most beautiful.

She anxiously introduced herself and then pleaded, "Please, uncles and brothers, help us and my brother and sister down the mountain!"

Seeing the hunter girl from Bei Village, the young men from Shi Village exchanged glances: "Uncle Lin Hu, she's from the neighboring Bei Village, do you want to help her?"

Shi Linhu was not in a hurry. He asked in a deep voice, "What is the name of your wolf village chief?"

“Our village chief is Grandpa Beiliqing!” the girl said quickly.

Upon hearing this, Shi Linhu lowered his guard slightly, then waved to his old comrades: "Same rules as always, in this thick fog, everyone must stand shoulder to shoulder and no one is allowed to look out of their eyes!"

"Alright, Tiger!"

"..."

Zhou Cheng walked in without saying a word, and his expression was off.

At this moment, remembering the life-saving grace of the people of Shi Village, Zhou Cheng struggled for a moment before suddenly saying, "Don't go out!"

"You...why don't you have a shadow!" Zhou Cheng stared intently at the girl from the wolf village, asking in a hoarse voice.

On foggy days, you usually can't see a shadow.

There was a fire in the temple, which, although not very bright, still cast faint shadows.

Immediately, Shi Linhu and the others, who were just about to set off, froze on the spot, their bodies tense!
(End of this chapter)