Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

The blazing sun in the heavens was dim and teetering on the verge of collapse. The sky resembled a broken eggshell, riddled with pitch-black cracks that exuded an aura of boundless danger.

Earthquakes struck repeatedly, the earth cracked, and huge fissures, seemingly leading to abysses, kept forming, swallowing living beings and plunging them into eternal damnation.

Countless heavenly thunderbolts exploded out of thin air, sweeping across the eight directions, wantonly releasing extreme light and heat, as if to crush this world into dust and return it to chaos.

Trees, grass, and rocks were vaporized by the terrifying heat; the magnificent primeval wilderness was reduced to pulverized dust; winding rivers sank and disappeared; countless volcanoes erupted, and countless ash rose into the sky, obscuring the sun and lingering for a long time...

In the sky, the pavilion remained steadily suspended in the air.

The terrible disaster that could destroy the world seemed to have no effect on this small pavilion.

Ning Muxian remained calm. He had done nothing, even though this apocalyptic scene was solely due to a single sentence he uttered.

Ning Yuan watched all of this with wide eyes, as if he could hear the wails of countless wronged souls, and he swallowed unconsciously.

He raised his hand and extended it beyond the pavilion.

A tiny, intense spark landed on Ning Yuan's sleeve, scorching a small hole in it.

There is a saying that has been passed down in the Great Xuantian Temple.

Below the Daoist master, all are but ants.

The difference between a Dao Lord and a Dao Venerable is greater than the difference between a mortal and a Dao Lord combined.

Only now did Ning Yuan truly realize this: he had never truly understood his father.

Just then, Ning Muxian spoke up: "You think this is the end? Watch closely, Yuan'er, I can also reverse time, just like you said."

Having said that, Ning Muxian suddenly waved his hand.

As if the river of time were flowing backward, the cracks in the sky began to close, and the earth regained its vitality.

Countless lives died and were resurrected, as if they had not been affected at all, still following the principle of natural selection and striving to survive.

This natural disaster was like a long dream; after the dream ended, the world returned to its original state.

"My son Ningyuan, do you now believe that everything that just happened was an illusion, or a cycle of reincarnation?"

At this moment, Ning Muxian's words sent a chill down Ning Yuan's spine.

He glanced at his cuffs in a daze.

That charred mark was so conspicuous.

If her father alone possessed such abilities, how could she be certain that her own mysterious jade treasure wasn't part of a scheme orchestrated by someone else?

Ning Yuan was filled with complicated thoughts and felt completely lost.

He originally thought he would become the darling of the times, leading the way, but now it seems that the realm of a true immortal master is impossible for others to even glimpse.

"I understand your intentions. You can rest assured. Although I cannot guarantee the true power of this jade piece, at least no one else is interfering. Whether it's deduction or reincarnation, you should make good use of this advantage of foresight to embark on a path to heaven."

Seeing Ning Yuan remain silent for a long time, Ning Muxian said in a gentler tone, "Do you know why I don't accept personal disciples, nor do I teach you and Chan Xue to cultivate?"

Ning Yuan shook his head.

"Because my path and my teachings are not suitable for you, only I can walk this path. However, there are countless teachings in the world, and there is bound to be one that suits you."

"Chan Xue is talented and ambitious, so I asked her to enter the Immortal Sect. I will start from scratch and gradually become a true disciple of the Immortal Sect, borrowing its foundation to obtain a ten-thousand-year-old inheritance and forge my own path. As for you..."

Ning Muxian's tone softened considerably. "Although I have been in seclusion for many years and we rarely see each other, I keep you by my side so that you can enjoy my company. Every day, I have people use rare and precious materials to nourish your blood and body, so that even without cultivation, you can still reach the realm of 'full of spiritual energy'."

Ning Yuan patted his chest and said, "Father's good intentions are appreciated."

Later, it was precisely because of this solid foundation that he was able to achieve the status of a Dao Lord within a hundred years. Such an achievement, considering the history of the Great Xuan Heaven over several eras, can be considered that of a prodigy.

It's not that he can't accept defeat, it's just that those guys are too insane...

Ning Muxian opened her mouth slightly, looking at the increasingly mature and calm young man in front of her, about to give him a few more words of advice.

Click.

With a crisp sound, a crack and a flaw appeared on Ning Muxian's once flawless face.

The hand that had just been raised slowly lowered.

"It's about time. Let's call it a day this time, Yuan'er."

Ning Muxian smiled gently and said regretfully, "I understand your intentions and I am very pleased, but I don't need them. The past, present, and future are like three lines that will never intersect. The past is set, the future is changeable, but the present is important. You don't need to say anything more to me. I will deal with the calamity myself. Just take care of yourself."

A burst of spiritual light suddenly erupted, and Ning Yuan's figure vanished instantly.

The sky was clear and blue, with white clouds and a pristine blue expanse.

After seeing Ning Yuan off, Ning Muxian remained alone in the pavilion.

A moment later, a figure stepped into the pavilion.

Ying Cang said with a complicated expression, "Daoist Master, you still won't come back?"

Ning Muxian shook her head and said calmly, "I've gone too far."

As he spoke, he stood up, and at the same time, his appearance, which he had reshaped with magic, fell off like pieces of crystalline fragments.

Ying Cang could only stare for a moment before he could no longer bear it. His face turned pale, and he lowered his head, gritting his teeth as he said, "Dao Zun, that's enough! If this continues, you'll never come back!"

"No, that's not enough. I can't turn back now. The Holy Ancestor won't let me stop, and those immortal sects who wish they could devour my flesh and drink my blood won't let me stop either."

Upon hearing this, Ying Cang's face turned sorrowful.

Ning Muxian smiled.

"There's no need for that. At least I see hope for the future."

"hope?"

Ning Muxian hummed in agreement, stood with his hands behind his back by the pavilion, and gazed at the world below.

"Rewinding time? Mine is just a small trick, but Yuan'er's power, heh, is truly interesting... Also, the seven great immortal sects, right? Once we get rid of the neutral ones, the remaining targets are much clearer, which saves me a lot of trouble."

Ning Muxian sneered.

His words carried an endless chilling intent, and the coldness seemed to freeze, causing Ying Cang, who was standing behind him and whose true form was an ancient ferocious beast, to tremble.

After a long while, Ying Cang tentatively asked in a low voice, "If the Daoist Master likes it, I can go to welcome the young master and reunite with the Daoist Master every day."

"No need."

Ning Muxian murmured softly, "According to him, I've already missed it, not six years, but a hundred! If I could, I would wish he could stay in Luodu and cause trouble, so I could clean up his messes. Unfortunately... as a father, I have failed in my duty."

A deep whisper and Ning Muxian's figure drifted away with the wind.

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