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Chapter 423 Two Lives, The Final Martial Saint!
The shape of this star.

Fang Qingyu only glanced at it.

His mind was suddenly shaken.
What a magnificent star it was!

Most of the area was a deep and familiar azure blue.

Interspersed among them are tawny land outlines and white polar ice caps.
This shape, this color distribution.
In my past life, anyone who had seen a globe or satellite image would probably be familiar with this star.

This is Earth.

He was the one who haunted his dreams
A hometown I thought I could never reach again.

My heart felt like it was being clenched.

A bittersweet feeling, a sense of bewilderment mingled together.

It was impacting the dam of his consciousness.

This is the Earth star that belonged to his previous life.

Fly to the space between him and the stars of this world.

It also slowly came to a stop.

The azure ocean and vast continent on its surface now began to appear as a clear and continuous picture, like a movie playing.

The starting point of the image.

The moment was precisely captured in a piercing screech of brakes and a violent impact.

The perspective is a peculiar third person.

Yet it also possesses all the senses of a first-person perspective.

He saw a man wearing an inexpensive suit, whose hair was combed haphazardly but could not hide his exhaustion.

He was walking aimlessly through the bustling city streets.

The man's face, at thirty-three, was etched with the marks of life's hardships.

His eyes were vacant, and he clutched a crumpled resignation certificate in his hand.

That was him, Fang Qingyu, who was 33 years old in his previous life.

Performance pressure, infighting among colleagues, empty promises from the boss, mortgage and car loan payments.
I work in sales.

It exhausted his last bit of enthusiasm and energy.

"Damn it, I'm never doing sales again!"

This is before the impact.

Consciousness completely blurred and dissipated in an instant.

The strongest yet humblest thought.

The picture ends here.

A sharp pain shot through the depths of Fang Qingyu's consciousness.

It was the mark left by the lingering fear and sense of relief at the moment of death.

The images on the surface of the stars did not stop.

Instead, it begins to flow rapidly in an irresistible, reverse-chronological manner.

Back in time.

He saw himself wearing a slightly newer suit, smiling obsequiously at the dinner table, downing glass after glass of strong liquor, all for the sake of securing that meager commission from a single deal.

Difficult customers and reprimands from superiors.

All they could do was lower their waists and offer more obsequious smiles.

That was the process he had worked his way up to the position of sales manager after many years of hard work.

Only they themselves know the bitterness and humiliation they endured.

Time continues to flow backward.

The scene then jumps back to when I first joined the company.

His young face still bore the naivety of a college student fresh out of school and a hint of unpolished edges, but his eyes shone with light and longing for the future.

Although I feel lost, I believe that hard work will eventually pay off.

However, reality soon delivered two slaps in the face.

Countless rejections, closed doors, and zero sales gradually eroded that glimmer of hope.

All that remains is the numb struggle for survival.

Backwards
University period.

The scene became somewhat noisy and colorful.

The dormitory was filled with smoke, and the keyboard and mouse were clicking away.

The screen displays intense gameplay footage.

Wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with messy hair, I was shouting and yelling with my roommates.

They were thrilled to complete a dungeon or achieve a pentakill.

Occasionally, I worry about the meager living expenses at the end of the month.

I'm thinking about how to bring it up with my family without making it seem like I'm doing it too often.

Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, I would stare blankly at my textbooks, anxious about the unseen future.

But the sun rose the next day.

But the allure of games or the temptation of laziness pulls them back into their muddled daily routines.

Live again.

Looking back on this period from a perspective that transcends time.

Fang Qingyu didn't feel much regret.

Because he knew very well that was the norm at that age and in that environment.

You can't expect a young person who hasn't experienced the harsh realities of life to be naturally insightful, mature, and have a plan beyond their years.

That period of time was filled with wasted time and absurdities.

But it also offers simple joys and the freedom of not having to bear heavy burdens.

Good, bad.

Those were the paths he had taken that he could not sever ties with.

The scene continues to relentlessly flow backward through time.

I'm back in high school.

School uniforms, school bags, and mountains of test papers.

For day students, the thing they looked forward to most each day was the ringing of the bell signaling the end of evening self-study.

I rode my bicycle through familiar streets and saw the warm light shining from the windows of my home in the distance.

When you open the door, you can always smell the aroma of food.

His mother would nag him for getting his school uniform dirty again.

His father would silently take his heavy schoolbag.

Ask how your studies went today.
When these two familiar yet distant faces appeared clearly on the starry sky.

Fang Qingyu's eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.

Time travel is something like that.

For many protagonists in novels, it may be an opportunity, the beginning of their takeoff.

But for the parents who were left behind in their original world...

It was nothing short of a disaster.

A living, breathing person just disappeared without a trace.

How are they supposed to cope?
This guilt had always been buried deep in the darkest corner of Fang Qingyu's heart.

He even forced himself not to think about it.

Fill every inch of your mind with the crises, self-cultivation, and responsibilities of this world.

It's as if this will allow me to forget.

But at this moment, in this strange advanced state...

Before this star from a past life, all the deliberately built dikes collapsed with a roar.

Guilt, longing, and helplessness overwhelmed him instantly.

Time is still flowing backward.

Elementary school, childhood.
The image became blurry and jerky.

I ran wildly on the ridges of the fields in my rural hometown, and fell down, getting covered in mud.

He stole fruit from his neighbor's house and was chased by a dog, crying and screaming for his parents.

splashing in the stream in summer
In winter, we would roast sweet potatoes around the stove. Then, every time I came home covered in mud, I would inevitably get a scolding and a few light slaps from my mother.

The father shook his head helplessly and then fetched hot water.

Those trivial memories, so distant they've almost been forgotten.

It became incredibly clear at that moment.

Ultimately, all the images.

It was frozen in the moment a baby was born.

A loud cry shattered the silence of the bankrupt house.
The image of the second star came to a complete end here, solidifying into a picture of the starting point of life.

Two lifetimes, from the end to the beginning.

All the joys and sorrows, all the ordinariness and struggles, all the happiness and regrets.

In this short period of time.

It replayed itself deep within his consciousness in an irresistible way.

An indescribable realization.

Like the first ray of light at the beginning of the universe, it illuminated every corner of his consciousness.

He always thought he had integrated well into his life.

Strive to improve yourself, take responsibility, and make friends.

They even found a lover they wanted to protect.

But only now, looking back on the journey of the two lifetimes.

Fang Qingyu was startled to realize that there was always a barrier deep in his heart that he himself had not been clearly aware of.

This barrier stems from a sense of alienation inherent in the soul.

He comes from another world, possessing a completely different set of life memories and emotional patterns.

This made him subconsciously aware of everything in this world.

There's always a detached scrutiny, a player's mentality, making it impossible to truly achieve 100% engagement and resonance.

I went to school for nine years.

Why is Qi Hao the only friend?
Is it really because of the so-called brain disease and bullying?

With a soul possessing the mind and experience of an adult, even with physical limitations, if he truly wanted to deal with it, how could he be unable to cope with the isolation among those children?

Ultimately, it was Fang Qingyu's subconscious unwillingness and reluctance.

Fang Qingyu subconsciously distanced himself from his peers in this world, feeling that they were naive and unable to understand his inner world.

Therefore, he closed himself off, was too lazy to cultivate relationships, and preferred to be alone.

Qi Hao was able to get in purely because that kid was bold, enthusiastic, and persistent to an extreme degree, managing to pry open a crack in the door.

Until now.

Jiang Wei, Lao Qiao, Lin Kang, Chu Kuanglan, Wei Banmeng, and Su Wanqing gathered around him.
Which of these people didn't voluntarily intrude into his world?

They supported him in their own way and stood by him through thick and thin, and only then were they gradually accepted by him.

He didn't even bother to remember the names of the other passersby.

An invisible sense of alienation always enveloped him.

This barrier had existed for far too long, so long that he had become accustomed to it.

They thought this was their true nature.

And at this moment, with the memories of both lifetimes being displayed without reservation.

This barrier finally cracked under its own weight.

Click click
Like an egg cracking open, crisp and thorough.

Past lives and present lives are never opposites; rather, they are two sides of the same coin.

Together they constitute Fang Qingyu.

Accepting this life is not betraying the past.

Remembering the past life.

It's not about denying this life.

Only by truly embracing these two complete phases of life and acknowledging that everything in the past, whether glorious or dark, joyful or regretful, is a part of oneself.

Only then can the soul be truly perfect and flawless.

Find the final anchor point.

At this moment, the barriers vanished.

An indescribable sense of ease and clarity, like a warm tide, swept through every corner of my consciousness.

It was as if the heavy shackles of two lifetimes had been removed.

The soul becomes incredibly light.

At the very moment that enlightenment was complete.

Two stars hovering in front of Fang Qingyu's consciousness.

It started moving again.

It moves slowly toward the other with a natural attraction and rhythm.

The speed increased, and finally, amidst a silent, dazzling display of light, they collided violently.

There was no earth-shattering explosion or destruction as expected.

The two stars began a strange fusion the moment they collided.

Memories, emotions, insights, and paths across two lifetimes.
Everything is like rivers flowing into the sea, intertwined and permeating each other.

The mercenary nature and struggles of my past life have transformed into the composure and insight into human nature I possess in this life.

The carnage and bloodshed of this world.

This highlights the preciousness of the ordinary life in the previous life.

The rebelliousness of high school and the confusion of college reflect each other's loneliness and resilience in the rented room in Qingjian.

The warm gaze of parents.

Overlapping with Jiang Wei's shy smile
Everything is no longer separate, but forms a perfect closed loop.

I do not know how long it has been.

The dazzling brilliance gradually subsided.

A brand new star floats in its original position.

It is no longer bumpy, and no longer has the veins of continent and ocean.

Instead, it is smooth as a mirror, its entire surface flowing with a hazy, yet all-encompassing, faint light.

Like a newly born, pure glass bead, containing infinite possibilities within.

Quietly waiting for Fang Qingyu to write a new chapter.

Subsequently, this newly born star...

It began to slowly fly towards Fang Qingyu's consciousness.

During its flight, its size rapidly decreased, from the size of a star to the size of a house, and then to the size of a millstone.
finally.

When it flew to the space between Fang Qingyu's eyebrows.

It has become as small as a fist's grip.

Then, it silently merged into Fang Qingyu's brow.

boom.
Fang Qingyu's consciousness was instantly pulled back into his body.

I returned to my Purple Mansion Consciousness Sea.

However, the Purple Mansion at this moment was completely different from usual.

The blue lotus rooted in the chaos at the center, supporting the primordial spirit, was now swaying violently, exuding an unprecedented excitement and longing.

Fang Qingyu's consciousness floated beside the green lotus.

As if sensing something, he suddenly looked up.

Above the chaotic sky.

A light suddenly appeared, its brilliance beyond description.

The light rapidly expanded and brightened, instantly dispelling all the chaos and darkness within the Purple Palace.

It illuminated the entire space of consciousness, making it crystal clear.

The crystal star formed from the fusion of consciousness was slowly descending in a gentle and inclusive manner.

It's too big.

The process of arrival was without destruction.

Instead, they are drawn in by an indescribable attraction and attraction.

hum!
In the center of the Purple Palace, the swaying Chaos Green Lotus suddenly shone brightly.

Its roots, which were anchored in the chaotic aura below, suddenly became incredibly thick, like countless silver ribbons of light.

It was as if I could feel the pull of the stars.

They eagerly stretched out towards the descending stars.

Not just the roots.

On the lotus platform, the primordial spirit that had been sitting cross-legged with its eyes closed opened its eyes, reflecting the descending stars and revealing a joy and peace as if returning home.

Below, the chaotic aura that carries the blue lotus.

It surged violently, like a boiling nebula, rushing upwards along with the roots.

The core of the entire Purple Mansion.

Azure Lotus, Primordial Spirit, Chaotic Foundation.
At that moment, it was uprooted by the invisible power emanating from the descending crystal star.

It transformed into a dazzling stream of light, actively heading towards that star.

Fang Qingyu's consciousness was also unable to control itself, following this torrent and flying towards the stars.

next moment.

His gaze fell upon this colossal, crystal-clear star.

Beneath our feet lies a crystal-clear earth shimmering with a faint starlight.

Boundless, stretching to the horizon.

And the core of the Purple Mansion.

The Chaos Lotus, with its primordial spirit and the Chaos Foundation it was rooted in, was slowly taking root in a corner of this crystal-clear land, as if it had found the most perfect fertile soil.

The lotus leaves are unfurled, their verdant greenness almost dripping with moisture.

More vibrant than ever before.

The primordial spirit on the lotus platform was solemn and dignified, with Daoist energy flowing around it, creating a mysterious resonance with the earth beneath its feet and the void above its head.

The primordial chaos energy, like the most fundamental nourishment, nurtured the blue lotus.

It is also quietly changing the small piece of crystal land where it is rooted.

This gives it an ancient, primordial charm.

Visualization Technique: Breaking Through the Six Realms of Divine Transformation!

A vast and boundless thought instantly surged into Fang Qingyu's mind.

It was accompanied by an indescribable sense of sublimation.

Dantian, Qi Sea, the celestial sphere, the five elements and internal organs, the celestial pillar and spine, the Purple Mansion and Divine Lotus.

The five core phenomena resonated and merged perfectly on this crystal-clear star.

hum-

Above the vast expanse of crystal-clear stars, at an endless height.

A blurry yet majestic phantom of a giant.

It is slowly coalescing.

Its physical outline is not yet clear, but it already exudes a terrifying Daoist aura that suppresses the eight wastelands and opens up the primordial chaos.

Visualization Technique: Seven Realms of Union with the Path!

It integrates all laws, revealing its true form.

The primordial spirit's will and the physical body's various realms of power are perfectly manifested on the foundation of the Dao, condensing the rudimentary form of the Dharma image.

It can briefly manifest a phantom image of the Dharma to bless oneself.

Their strength has increased several times over in all aspects.

The Dharma Form attack has the amplification of the combined effects of all the power from the first six realms.

But the changes have not stopped.

Just as the nascent form of that giant Dharma image manifested high in the starry sky.

Deep within this crystal-clear land where Fang Qingyu stands.

It was as if a dormant volcano had been awakened.

Rumbling--

A deep and powerful roar came from the earth's core.

Immediately afterwards, an intensely bright red light burst forth from the depths of the crystal-clear earth beneath his feet.

This single red light, like a spark that ignites a prairie fire, instantly set the entire area ablaze.

call--

Crimson flames, like blooming red lotuses, roared up from the crystal-clear earth.

The blazing crimson soul fire.

It instantly wrapped around the nascent form of the giant's Dharma image that had just been formed.

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The illusory image of the Dharma did not dissipate under the scorching heat of the soul fire.

Instead, like a divine weapon being tempered, its outline becomes more solid and clear.

Especially those enormous eyes, like stars.

At this moment, it was ignited into two eternally burning, deep, abyss-like black soul flames.

A terrifying will that burns the heavens and boils the seas, and whose soul fire will not extinguish my body.

As the soul fire rose, it swept across the entire starry space with a roar.

The Qi and Blood Technique undergoes six transformations, culminating in the burning of the soul!
Once the soul fire is ignited, the vital energy and blood will not wither.

The origin of life and the will of the soul merge completely, igniting the eternal and inextinguishable flame of martial arts.

The physical strength and resilience undergo a qualitative change.

All of this transformation.

The Dharma form was initially formed, and the soul fire was ignited.

All of this happened on this crystal star beneath our feet, formed by the fusion of our two lifetimes' foundations.

A profound and clear realization dawned upon me, like a sudden awakening.

It instantly filled Fang Qingyu's entire consciousness.

This star is the ultimate foundation for the path to the future.

It is the source and carrier of all power, will, and the Great Way.

Whether it's the Dharma form evolved from visualization, the soul fire ignited by the Qi and Blood Method, the deeper breakthroughs in the Primordial Creation Strategy and the Myriad Phenomena Cycle, or the cultivation of any other core Dharma method...
All of these will be embodied on this unique star.

It is no longer just the foundation for career advancement.

Rather, it is the ultimate manifestation and destination of Fang Qingyu himself, his martial arts, his life, and the meaning of his existence.

Everything will start from this point.

He filled in this blank canvas himself.

And this ultimate martial art, based on the stars and incorporating all laws, is named after them.

At this moment, no diagrams are needed to reveal it; it is as if the great Dao has spoken.

It was clearly imprinted deep within his consciousness.

【The Ultimate Martial Saint】!!
(End of this chapter)