Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 358 Remnants of the Past

The unfathomable darkness before me was filled with an aura of calamity.

Lin Jiang could clearly sense that the remaining calamity in this place was actually negligible, almost completely dissipated.

The calamity was too weak, its aura insufficient, so Lin Jiang failed to detect it immediately.

However, Lin Jiang could also sense that the calamity before him had completely merged with the surrounding fog, and if it were to be cleared away at will, the fog would probably be difficult to maintain.

He fell silent, which was uncharacteristic of him.

The people behind Lin Jiang did not urge him, but Bai Haochang seemed hesitant. After a long pause, he finally took two steps forward.

"Young Master." Bai Hao's voice brought Lin Jiang back to his senses.

"Sect Leader Bai, what is it?"

"Young master, what... is this thing before us?"

Before Lin Jiang could answer, King Qi chuckled and explained:
"This is the root of the primordial fog and calamity."

Seeing the puzzled look on Bai Hao's face, King Qi spoke again:
"The town's very lifeblood is extremely weak. With just a little effort, it can be destroyed."

Upon hearing this, Bai Haochang's expression changed twice:
"If it's destroyed, what will happen to the people in the town?"

"What else can we do? They're not real people anyway, so let them disappear."

"This... can't we just leave it as is?" Bai Hao's long lips trembled slightly.

"Do you see that pitch-black thing?" King Qi leaned closer to Bai Haochang, pulled him into his arms, and pointed to the darkness, saying, "This thing grows on its own. Right now, it may only cover a small town, but in a few years it will engulf this surrounding forest, and later even distant towns will be swallowed up. Anyone who enters it will be plunged into a fiery hell. Do you want to try it?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Haochang's mind visibly sluggish for a moment:
"Will it affect many people?"

“There are so many of them that if left to spread, they will eventually devour the entire Daxing.” King Qi chuckled, “I love seeing this kind of sight.”

Bai Haochang's words caught in his throat.

Although he didn't know the identity of the strange and eccentric child in front of him, there was an indescribable sense of conviction in the other person's words.

What if Madam Wang disappears? What should the townspeople do?
Countless thoughts flashed through Bai Haochang's mind, but ultimately remained buried deep within.

As the final words were finally squeezed out of his throat, a bitter taste rose at the tip:
"Madam Wang...is already dead?"

“She’s dead. That one over there isn’t even a ghost,” King Qi said. “Have you seen the lanterns? The woman you saw was just a painting on a lantern. It’s just that she’s been here a long time, so the painting is more detailed.”

Bai Hao swallowed all his words.

In the end, all he could do was sigh.

Lin Jiang turned his head and looked at Bai Haochang.

“I will deal with these calamities,” Lin Jiang said. “I will also try my best to save this town.”

"Huh?" Bai Hao was a little stunned.

Upon hearing this, the King of Qi's brow twitched slightly.
"Kid, don't be arrogant. This thing isn't human. You can't solve it with your fists. If you want everything, you might end up with nothing."

"Let's give it a try for now." Lin Jiang waved his hand. "If it really doesn't work, I certainly won't hold back."

Lin Jiang naturally had his own considerations.

Separating calamity from fog might seem like a pipe dream to others.

But Lin Jiang happens to be able to manipulate the primordial fog and suppress calamities; apart from him, it is probably impossible for anyone else to do this.

"You scoundrel," King Qi wanted to say a few more words, but then he thought that he was not much different from the king, so the words stuck in his throat and he remained silent.

Lin Jiang could probably come up with many plausible reasons:

For example, the new consciousness born from the fog might also be life, or these thoughts condensed into the minds of the townspeople might resemble real people, so we shouldn't stand idly by.

But in reality, Lin Jiang didn't need any particularly compelling reason for this.
Just because he might be unhappy.

Even knowing that the two people here were not his real parents, Lin Jiang was still unhappy about having to break their two forms apart.

Next, he will travel west, and he may encounter many troubles along the way. If his mind is not in harmony, it may affect his spiritual cultivation, and if his spiritual cultivation is affected, it may affect his life safety.

therefore,

This state of mind must be clear and unobstructed!

Since you have this skill, then give it a try!

Let's see if we can just dispel the calamity without destroying the town!

Standing before this dense, inky border, Lin Jiang gazed intently and realized that this black curtain before him resembled a complete piece of silk hanging from the sky.

When the King of Qi's lost ship was sailing, something similar had fallen from the sky, but the black curtain before them was much smoother, without a single ripple.

Lin Jiang reached out his hand, and the aura around him surged towards him like a river.

The darkness seemed to be brushed by a gentle breeze, rippling out soft patterns.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Lin Jiang, King Qi couldn't help but curl his lips and look at Yu Wenyun and the others.

“Aren’t you going to help him? I know how powerful this thing is. It’s part of a natural disaster. Even the most skilled cultivators would likely perish if they strayed into it. If he just barges in like this, he might not be the same person you know when he comes out.”

Despite this, the group of people around them remained completely still.

“Young master’s skills are superb, so there’s no need for us to worry,” Yi Er San said softly.

Her words sounded a bit sarcastic, but for some reason, King Qi could tell that they were sincere.

King Qi snorted coldly and was about to step forward when he suddenly saw a dense layer of Qi surging up from Lin Jiang's body.

The still, black curtain before them seemed to shrink back as if it had encountered a natural enemy!
King Qi paused, "?" Something's not right...

During his lifetime, he witnessed many calamities, and many arrogant and skilled martial artists suffered greatly from them, with some even losing their lives.

How come this kid isn't afraid at all?
After staring for a moment, King Qi seemed to suddenly remember something, and his expression changed abruptly.

"This kid, is he afraid of calamity?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenyun burst into laughter:
"Indeed, young master. All the hopes of the world rest on his shoulders."

King Qi remained silent, gazing at Lin Jiang's retreating figure as he raised his hand to lift the deep black curtain and stepped into it alone.

……

Lin Jiang stepped into the labyrinth formed by the pitch-black curtain.

The calamity before him seemed weak compared to the calamities he had encountered before.

Its impact, its disruption of the surrounding weather, and even the oppressive feeling it exerted on Lin Jiang were far less severe than those actual calamities.

However, at this moment, the blackness had completely blended with the fog, making it seem difficult to separate them.

Lin Jiang stared at everything before him and thought about it carefully.

It's definitely unrealistic to try to separate these two by hand.

So what to do now?
He frowned in thought, but suddenly his misty town came to mind.

Theoretically speaking, could he completely swallow the entire Fog Town, digest the calamities within, and then reconstruct it himself?
It seems like it's possible, but would that affect the residents of the town?
After a moment's hesitation, Lin Jiang finally decided to give it a try.

then,

He slowly closed his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, everything around Lin Jiang seemed to fall into tranquility.

Only his heartbeat and the sound of the wind remained, echoing each other.

And a little mist slowly appeared between Lin Jiang's nostrils.

The surrounding fog mingled with his own, first being absorbed into his body and then released outwards.

Gradually, Lin Jiang seemed to enter a rather peculiar state.

With each breath, it seemed to resonate with the heavens and earth.

Under these circumstances, Lin Jiang could clearly feel that the wisps of calamity were slowly dissolving within his body.

Become!

Lin Jiang suppressed his joy and slowly peeled away the calamity bit by bit.

Under Lin Jiang's thoughts, the fog gradually stabilized.

Time passed second by second, and Lin Jiang didn't know how much time had passed in total.

The surrounding calamities are becoming increasingly rare.

Finally, under the catalysis of Lin Jiang's Dharma, this already minor calamity vanished without a trace, like water flowing into a river.

In an instant, many sounds suddenly echoed in Lin Jiang's mind.

The town was bustling with people. Some were discussing how vegetable prices had risen slightly compared to yesterday, while others were recounting tales of chivalrous heroes in teahouses. Children were laughing and playing on the streets, and old people were gently fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans under the shade of trees to escape the summer sun.

This seems to be a shared memory for all the residents of the town.

These thoughts rushed into Lin Jiang's mind all at once, and in an instant, his mind began to buzz.

Soon, the Cleansing Dust he took before reaching the town took effect, and those turbulent memories were combed out into delicate strands, gathering into volumes that floated before Lin Jiang's eyes.

Looking at the books floating in front of him, Lin Jiang reached out and gently stroked them with his fingers.

This thin booklet records almost a lifetime of a person in the small town.

Some are brand new, some are weathered and worn, and some are just a single sentence floating on a stone slab:
"He was born and then died."

Some people's epitaphs are too short to record their entire lives, while others' lives are nothing more than a brief sentence on their epitaphs.

The people in the town eventually died.

Perhaps this town, shrouded in mist, is a product of the collective resentment felt by everyone in its heart.

A sudden natural disaster claimed their lives, but the fog that emerged from the disaster gave them a chance to continue existing. In this intertwined process, the town shrouded in darkness was born.

Lin Jiang waved his hand at the book in front of him, and his Qi flowed rapidly along the gaps between the pages, quickly finding what he was looking for.

Those were two obviously damaged books.

These two books were quite different from the other books in the town:
The latter half transformed into a cloud-like substance, floating and lingering in the air, with only a small portion remaining in front of Lin Jiang.

This is a book by Lin Rushi and Di Wenrui.

Lin Jiang's fingers brushed across the book, and some memories flooded his mind.

He caught a glimpse of a couple strolling along a path bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Ahead, a tiny child, barely reaching their waists, was taking his first steps in the sunlight.

At the boundary where memories intersect, between the shelves of the pharmacy and in the folds of life's details, an lingering mist still permeates.

The past has become hazy and blurred.

The couple, formed from condensed mist, had forgotten many things, but remembered Lin Jiang the only one.

(End of this chapter)