The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

A cause and effect that had been severed has been reborn from the vanished Baijia Village.

Chapter 129 Going Home

At the center of the Corpse Realm, the Lord of All Spirits, seated atop the boundless black mist, is meticulously orchestrating the destinies of all living beings.

To call it an arrangement is not accurate.

Xia Chuan did not fabricate a beautiful future that never existed, nor did he crudely delete the suffering of someone's life.

He was simply sitting upstream in the long river of time.

Reconnect those causes and effects that should have continued to grow but were prematurely severed by all karma.

After Baijia Village comes Sanchuan Town.

There, they faced the Great Powerful One for the first time.

It was also the first time I truly realized just how powerful those who seek the Dharma in this world can be.

That opponent's name is Zhao Yan.

Xia Chuan still remembers that battle.

I remember the blood-red light that twisted life and death with the Blood Body of Returning to Heaven, I remember the clouds above Sanchuan Town that were almost crushed by the pressure of the Great Divine Power, and I also remember that even after Zhao Yan had become a Nirvana Corpse, he still kept calling out Shangguan Xiao's name.

At that time, Xia Chuan only felt that this person was both strong and crazy.

Looking back now, all that remains is a sigh.

Xia Chuan silently wrote in the "History of Time":

Zhao Yan and Shangguan Xiao grew old together.

The moment the words fell, the black mist in the Corpse Realm suddenly parted to both sides.

A cause and effect spanning 1,500 years grows from the depths of the book's pages.

It extends beyond Sanchuan Town, beyond the night Zhao Yan became a Nirvana corpse, and continues all the way to 525 AD.

That year, Shangguan Xiao did not die.

The calamity that was originally enough to take her life was slightly derailed by the combined effect of countless small causes and effects.

She paid an extremely heavy price, even losing most of her cultivation, but ultimately managed to save her life.

When Zhao Yan found her, Shangguan Xiao was sitting under the eaves of a dilapidated house.

The once spirited woman was now covered in blood and pale-faced, but upon seeing Zhao Yan, she merely raised an eyebrow.

"Why did it take so long?"

Zhao Yan stood there, suddenly forgetting everything he had prepared along the way.

He had thought he would rush over, lose his composure, and hug Shangguan Xiao, bursting into tears.

But when he actually saw that she was still alive, he dared not approach her. He could only stare at her blankly, as if afraid that if he took another step forward, the scene before him would shatter like an illusion.

Shangguan Xiao waited for a long time, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"how?"

Are you hoping I'll die?

Zhao Yan suddenly came to his senses, rushed forward, and hugged her tightly.

Later, they did not become a famous and legendary couple.

The two still argue sometimes.

But they still played in harmony.

Shangguan Xiao has a cold personality, while Zhao Yan seems to be gentle and easy to talk to.

They stayed together like this for many years.

From a full head of black hair to graying temples.

Shangguan Xiao did not rely on supernatural powers to forcibly prolong his life, and Zhao Yan did not pray for anything he should not have prayed for.

They all knew very well that the time they had in this lifetime was already long enough.

On the day Shangguan Xiao died of old age, Zhao Yan sat by her bedside, holding her hand.

She didn't cry.

He didn't go crazy.

He simply said in a low voice, "Senior sister, I'll go first."

"I'll be there shortly."

Shangguan Xiao was too weak to answer, so he could only gently beckon his finger.

The two had already made an agreement.

The "Resurrection Blood Body" ability allows them to return in the future.

Since we've grown old together in this life, let's meet again in a more peaceful era in the next.

A massive causal fluctuation swept through the annals of history.

2020 AD.

The former site of Sanchuan Town.

A figure that did not belong to reality suddenly fell from the void.

Zhao Yan opened his eyes in a daze.

He looked down at his body.

He came back to life.

Not as a soul.

Instead, he stood in this world anew as a real, living person.

Before Zhao Yan could understand what was happening, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in front of him, which had been silent for many years, suddenly trembled slightly.

A wisp of primordial spirit drifted out from the banner.

First came blurry light and shadow, then flesh, bones, and familiar eyebrows and eyes gradually appeared.

The woman he had searched for in death for over a thousand years stepped out from the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Shangguan Xiao looked up at this unfamiliar era, then looked down at his own young and intact body, before finally fixing his gaze on Zhao Yan's face.

She smiled.

"You've come quite early in this life."

Zhao Yan's lips trembled.

Over a thousand years of obsession, madness, and pain suddenly lost their support at this moment.

He thought he had countless things to say, but when he actually faced the face he had longed for day and night, he could only utter a single name.

"Senior sister..."

Shangguan Xiao opened his arms.

Zhao Yan practically crashed into her arms.

……

Today's gate.

The group of powerful beings were idly speculating about how Gao Haoguang and Haishan were planning to deal with Wanye's fall from grace.

The storm in the Pacific had long since subsided. The blood-red clouds and strange celestial phenomena caused by the arrival of all things had completely dissipated, the sea had returned to calm, and only a bright moon remained hanging in the distant sky.

Although no one could see what was happening inside [Mountain and Sea Moon], they could all guess the outcome.

Wanye lost.

And this time, most will likely lose so badly that not even their corpses will remain.

Just as they were about to continue their discussion, a vast wave of causal energy suddenly swept across the entire realm of supernatural powers.

Wu Yuanzhen's expression shifted slightly.

"here we go again."

He stroked his chin, carefully sensing the completely unreasonable power that fundamentally altered the world.

"This method of directly giving orders to the supernatural world is as domineering as ever."

Gu Shifang curled his lip: "Doesn't that mean they won?"

He looked up at the Pacific Ocean, which had long since returned to calm, and his previously nonchalant expression gradually relaxed.

"It's good that we won."

"It's been so many years since we last met, let's get together tonight."

Gu Shifang gestured towards his disciple with his lip.

"Go order a pot from a Chongqing hot pot restaurant and get some skewers too."

"There are a lot of people, so don't be stingy. Prepare enough for fifty people."

The disciple was taken aback: "Fifty people?"

Gu Shifang glared at him: "What? Does a great supernatural being not considered human when eating?"

Hu Dasheng, sitting on the other side of the crowd, let out a soft snort upon hearing this.

"Oh."

She crossed her legs, her two long legs wrapped in white stockings resting on one side, her face full of disdain, but her tone concealed an expectation and resentment that anyone could hear.

"I've been gone for over twenty years."

"So you still know how to come back?"

No one responded.