Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 262 Forget the Unhappy Things
Zhao Zhen's words and the cold light leaking from the dark crack in the cave ceiling were like two icicles, piercing through the last bit of hope in Wu Gensheng's heart.

He stood stiffly before Feng Baobao's coffin, his gaze like solidified ink, deeply imprinted on his daughter's face, which, though restored to lifelike condition by the Double-Handed Master and the Six Treasures Immortal Thief, was still eerily empty.

Yes, the Primordial Qi—the fundamental source of human life and survival—cannot be fabricated out of thin air by the mysterious arts of creation, nor can it be obtained by external forces through force.

That is the most primal and purest imprint of life, the "breath" that Zuo Ruotong, the "Great Enlightenment Immortal," sought throughout his life but could not obtain.

Wugensheng suddenly felt a tremendous sense of irony gripping his throat.

Back in the Sanyi Sect, he used the word "sincerity" to pierce the illusion that Zuo Ruotong had pursued all his life, asserting that the Xuanmen realm of reversing the innate Qi was like the moon in the water or a flower in a mirror.

Now, fate has turned, and this problem, which he once considered a fallacy, has become the only obstacle to saving his daughter's life, an unsolvable abyss.

"Master Zuo was wrong back then... And what about me? What can I do today?"

His voice was hoarse, as if he were asking the void, or perhaps mocking himself.

"I have been planning for many years, using the Demonic Mantra of Otherworldly Transformation to temper my mind and character, to glimpse the secrets of the immortals, to gather the wonders of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, to break through the barrier between life and death, and to capture the soul of time and space..."

So, they stumbled because of this 'anger' that everyone has? Haha...hahaha..."

The laughter echoed in the silent cave, filled with unspeakable sorrow and desolation. Duanmu Ying, who was standing nearby, felt as if her heart was being torn apart, while Ma Ben lowered his head.

At this moment, even Zhao Zhen, who had been silently observing with a scrutinizing gaze, unconsciously frowned.

"Fourth brother..."

Duanmu Ying's voice was choked with sobs.

"There must be another way! My two hands... let's try again, maybe it will work..."

She eagerly gathered her red true energy again, attempting to use the profound mysteries of the Dual Hands to find the secret of the source of life.

"It's no use, Eiko."

Wugensheng stopped her movements. He looked eerily calm, a strange tranquility born from utter despair.

He turned around, his gaze slowly and heavily sweeping across the faces of everyone present.

Duanmu Ying, with a sorrowful expression; Ma Benzai, with a deathly pale face; Zhang Huaiyi, with tightly pursed lips and a complex expression; and Zhao Zhen, standing with his hands behind his back, his expression as calm as a reef.

Finally, his gaze returned to Feng Baobao in the coffin, his eyes softening with deep longing and reluctance.

"Brother Zhao..."

Wu Gensheng's gaze suddenly turned to Zhao Zhen.

"Back in the Three Ones Sect, you personally witnessed the Left Sect Master's realm. So you should know better than me what this Primordial Qi means?"

Zhao Zhen remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Following the natural order leads to the mundane world, while reversing it leads to the innate state. When Qi disperses, the form perishes and the spirit vanishes; when Qi condenses, all things begin to emerge."

It is the beginning of everything, and also the end point that mortals cannot reach or trace back to.

The Left Gate Master wants to rebuild this starting point, but you now…”

Zhao Zhen paused, his eyes fixed sharply on Wugensheng.

"You want to create a starting point for someone."

"manufacture?"

Wugensheng shook his head, a relieved smile appearing on his face.

"No, we can't make one. But... what if we take a sip across? It's like one water bag is empty, but the other isn't dry yet."

Upon hearing this, the cave fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone understood the true meaning of what Wugensheng had just said, and a chill instantly swept through the hearts of everyone except Zhao Zhen.

"Wugensheng!" Zhang Huaiyi suddenly shouted angrily.

"Are you crazy?! The Primordial Qi is not ordinary Qi, nor is it life force; it is the very foundation of life! You gave it to her, and then you..."

"So what?"

Wugensheng interrupted him, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable weight, as if this were the most natural and just thing in the world.

He turned to face his daughter again, slowly reached out, and gently stroked Feng Baobao's cheek, which was cool yet faintly warm.

"She is my daughter, the only family member I, Feng Yao, can't let go of in this world, and the one I'm most sorry for."

As he spoke, Wugensheng raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Zhao Zhen.

It was as if he were giving an explanation, or as if he were giving himself a final verdict: "I once pointed out that the path to immortality for the Left Sect was cut off, and that was the 'reason'."

Now that the path to immortality is severed, retribution is mine, and that is only natural.

"If you seek benevolence and obtain it, what is there to complain about?"

"Fourth brother..."

Duanmu Ying's tears finally welled up and spilled out.

Wugensheng no longer looks at anyone.

He leaned down, gently supporting Feng Baobao's neck with one hand, and pressing his other hand, fingers together like a sword, against his brow.

As the unique white light belonging to Wugensheng's divine spirit shone forth, an indescribable aura gradually began to emanate from his body.

It was not a violent surge of Qi, but a sacred and tragic throbbing that originated from the deepest part of life.

Wugensheng's body began to glow faintly. The light was not dazzling, but rather gentle and warm, like the morning dew or the embers of late autumn.

The light quickly gathered at his fingertips, condensing into a point of extreme refinement, almost colorless yet seemingly containing boundless vitality.

"Baby, Daddy owes you... and I'll pay you back everything."

Wugensheng's voice was as soft as a whisper, filled with endless love and relief.

"In this chaotic world, Father... can only accompany you this far. The road ahead..."

He resolutely lowered his fingertips, which were resting between his eyebrows, and gently touched Feng Baobao's full, smooth forehead.

"You should go and see for yourself on behalf of your father."

That halo containing the very essence of his life force slowly seeped into Feng Baobao's skin, like melting snow.

"Ugh!"

Just as the halo completely merged in, Wugensheng's body suddenly trembled violently, and he let out a suppressed groan of pain!
His once upright figure instantly hunched over, as if all his energy had been drained away.

Those once deep and unfathomable eyes now dimmed and dissipated at a visible speed.

As his life force dissipated and dissolved like a burst dam, his skin visibly lost its color, becoming ashen and withered, and wrinkles etched onto his young face like knife cuts.

Thick black hair loses its shine and turns white at a heart-stopping speed, then withers and falls away!

An irresistible, immense suction force emanated from between Feng Baobao's eyebrows, causing Wugensheng's figure to become blurry and transparent.

His hands, supporting the edge of the coffin, trembled violently, his knuckles turning white from gripping so tightly, as if he wanted to take one last look at his daughter, one last look at this world.

In the last instant before his consciousness sank completely into the cold darkness, he used his last strength to whisper, with an extremely weak, even relieved smile, words to Feng Baobao:

"Forget...the unhappy things...start...again..."

(End of this chapter)