Chapter 299: Ancient Memories

Lin Chuan saw only nine massive stones, and the statue had not taken any specific shape.

But he still chose to go to pay his respects.

Compared with the Immortal inheritance, there were things he wanted to understand better.

After leaving the space of the Sphere of All Beings, Lin Chuan walked inward without looking back.

The powerful pressure spread to every corner of Heaven and Earth.

"Soul, return!"

"Soul, return!!"

The faint summons rang again.

Lin Chuan heard that voice again, resonating with his Soul Resonance, as if countless beings were calling him, hoping for his return.

Since that time, Lin Chuan has had a premonition in his heart.

One of his past lives is linked to this ancient era.

He stepped forward step by step.

After an unknown amount of time, parting the clouds to see the light, he saw the nine massive stones.

The stones stood tall, spread across nine regions of different colors.

The space there was completely different from the one he stood in, fragmented yet connected in a peculiar way.

"According to the Sphere of All Beings' artifact spirit, any genius who comes here can only see one statue, matching a particular Immortal path."

"Why am I so special?"

Lin Chuan can see the nine massive stones, yet no Immortal statue has manifested.

Does that mean there is no inheritance suitable for him?

Or does it mean all are suitable?

"Soul, return~"

The faint voice still echoed beside his ear.

Lin Chuan, deep in thought, walked toward the stones; when he touched that fragmented space, his body was involuntarily pulled inside.

Boom—

The scene before his eyes changed abruptly.

The nine stones vanished, and he found himself atop a supreme mountain.

Below the mountain lay a resplendent, gorgeous Shi Jie.

He stood on the mountain, overlooking the beings.

On the other side of the Horizon, rolling Darkness surged like a tide, devouring the resplendent Shi Jie, shattering mountains and rivers, and laying the living in ruin.

"Black Mist!"

The scent of that presence was all too familiar to Lin Chuan.

"I'm leaving."

A voice sounded at his ear.

Startled, Lin Chuan snapped his head toward the side; a vague figure stood three feet away, clad in helmet and armor, with a crisp voice—a woman.

"The aura of an Immortal."

The woman's aura certainly reached the level of an Immortal.

Even though she was only a vague shadow, the feeling she gave Lin Chuan differed from that of many aspiring Immortal powers.

"Who are you?"

Lin Chuan asked.

The woman gave no reply, leapt, and jumped toward the resplendent Shi Jie, only to be swallowed by the wave of Darkness shortly after.

"Could it be that the scene of the ancient war is somehow replaying?"

Lin Chuan contemplated.

The scene between Heaven and Earth shifted again.

He arrived at an attic again, which was a Prayer Pavilion, its incense burning fervently.

In the attic sat a young Daoist.

He held a whisk in one hand and a sword in the other; his face was also indistinct, yet Lin Chuan could feel him smiling.

"I'm leaving."

He, like the armored heroine, said the same words.

Having said that, he walked out of the attic.

Outside the Prayer Pavilion, myriad beings knelt in prayer, and behind them loomed a terrifying wave of Darkness.

The young Daoist passed the praying beings and vanished into the wave of Darkness.

In an instant, the scene changed again.

This time it was a desert.

The sandstorm roared, and the wave of Darkness howled.

A monk in a tattered kasaya sat on a black Lotus Platform; he was like a demon, causing all Fo Men beings to fear him.

He was like an Immortal deity, shielding this world with his life.

The scene shifted once more.

This time Lin Chuan arrived at a school.

The students, under an elder's guidance, were swaying their heads while reciting the ancient Book of Songs.

"At the beginning of man, nature is inherently good; nature is similar, habits are distant."

The elderly man smiled kindly, walking beyond the school where Darkness surged.

In the blink of an eye, he was swallowed by Darkness.

The scene changed again along with it.

Lin Chuan again arrived at a blood‑stained battlefield, the setting sun blazing like fire, blood flowing like a river.

A foot soldier knelt before a mountain of corpses, bleeding and weeping.

He picked up the general's sword, took the hero's blade, shouldered a comrade's weapon, and staggered forward.

It seemed no hardship could fell him.

He bore the wills of countless comrades and once again walked into the wave of Darkness.

In this way, Lin Chuan, amid one scene after another, saw one Immortal after another, meeting and parting with them across endless Shikong.

In the final scene, he entered the Starry Sky.

A figure stood upon the Star River.

The Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth manifested the Heavenly Principle Fate Number beneath his feet.

The Chaos Universe seemed to have become a destiny chart.

He pointed far into the distance.

Lin Chuan followed his gesture, gazing into the depths of the Chaos Universe; his sight followed the long river, growing farther and more blurred.

In a daze, he seemed to see a towering figure.

But before he could see clearly, everything dissolved.

All the fantasies vanished.

Lin Chuan returned to the origin, standing among nine massive stones.

Regardless of what he did, the stones remained steadfast, no longer manifesting any scenes nor granting any inheritance.

"Soul, return~"

The voice sounded at his ear once more.

This time Lin Chuan heard it much more clearly.

He followed the voice forward; where there was clearly no path, a road automatically appeared as Lin Chuan stepped forward.

After an indeterminate time, when Lin Chuan looked back, the nine massive stones had vanished.

Ahead, countless streams of light interwove and fluttered.

Lin Chuan reached out and seized one of the streams of light.

Boom!

In an instant, his mind surged.

"Chuan."

Fragments of memory flickered in his mind, a familiar voice calling, warm yet heartbreaking, and sorrow spread.

"Chuan, see you in the next life."

The dark sword pierced the chest of that figure in his memory, ruthlessly snatching her life.

"Chuan, live well."

"You must win."

The vague figure grew clearer.

Lin Chuan's pupils dilated sharply, "Xue'er!"

The figure pierced by the dark sword was Ye Xue, bloodied and dead before him.

"Hallucination?"

Regaining his senses, Lin Chuan's heart pounded; that sorrow, that despair, felt utterly real.

He trembled, grasping another stream of light.

"Go! Hurry!"

"If you don't go, all my efforts will be in vain, and everyone will die here for nothing."

"I can die here, but you cannot!"

A hoarse, strained roar echoed in his mind.

The same familiar voice made Lin Chuan's body tremble even more intensely.

"Is this... Yun Zhi Yi?"

The little Childhood Sweetheart Yun Zhi Yi also fell, within a baffling memory.

Lin Chuan seemed to realize something.

"No way?"

"Did I truly have a reincarnated self in some life of the ancient era?"

Is Reincarnation a predetermined outcome, or a mutable dream?

Lin Chuan has never been able to clarify this question.

Until now, he remains mired in confusion.

He gazed at the countless streams of light and took a deep breath.

"Give it all!"