Chapter 300: Suffering and Parting

Long pain is worse than short pain.

To uncover the truth, Lin Chuan in one breath gathered all the light streams.

Countless light streams pierced into his body.

Memories, like flowing water, flashed rapidly through his mind.

War, suffering, beautiful women, parting.

Compared with everything endured in the Ancient God Absolute Realm, it was on par and not inferior.

After a long while, Lin Chuan finally regained his senses.

"So... am I truly that great being from the ancient era?"

If he could, he did not want to admit this fact.

But it seemed he wasn't really surprised.

As a cursed being with terrifying talents spanning many lifetimes, he was destined to become one of the strongest in the world.

When the world faces disaster, how could one possibly not confront it?

From the first time he stepped into the Ancient Ruins, saw countless heroic spirits, and heard the phrase 'the soul returns', Lin Chuan had thought so.

"Having this life without experiencing dream reincarnation feels so strange."

"Pain, too much pain."

The life in the ancient era remembered was incomplete.

Yet not a single blade was omitted.

Ye Xue, Sangyu, Xiao Qingmei, Jiaojiao Niangzi, and Lü Ya—five ladies, perfectly aligned, were all cut.

It even caused Lin Chuan to feel a conflicting emotion inside.

If he were to activate dream reincarnation and fully experience that life, enduring all births and deaths, he would not consent.

Anyway, the ladies' relationships are already harmonious.

There is no need to invite suffering upon oneself again, to feel sorrow and pain anew.

"Why are there memories but no Daoist cultivation inheritance?"

Lin Chuan quickly thought of the reason.

"Is it because of sister?"

Within the memories and light streams, there was also the figure of his sister.

From beginning to end, the only close person never cut was his sister Lin Yangyang.

Because when his sister was about to be cut, Lin Chuan cut himself.

"Is it because the sister erased all traces?"

The reason is simple; Lin Chuan could think of it even with his feet.

In the memory of the final scene of the ancient war he experienced, he, his sister who had reclaimed the Human Ancestor identity, and the All Immortals of that era together faced the Bizarre Black Mist.

In the end, they paid an extremely heavy price to seal the Black Mist.

He and the All Immortals all perished in that life.

Yang Zu, having cultivated One Breath Transforming into the Three Purities, possessed three great true forms; in the battle with the Black Mist, two of them fell, and the third was gravely injured.

It seems the later events were all arranged by his sister.

Erasing the traces?

That can be considered a form of indirect protection; it is understandable.

"So after the Black Mist was sealed, it evolved again?"

In the memory of that ancient-life, the Black Mist was much stronger than in the distant ancient era, yet still did not reach the hopeless level of the Black Mist that, in the Ancient God Absolute Realm, corrupts the Great World.

It was probably fragmented.

Lin Chuan seemed thoughtful; there were still some fragments in his memory.

They originally had hope of victory.

But the Black Mist eventually received support, merged with another mass of Black Mist, which led the war to its final tragic stage.

The other mass of Black Mist had originally been blocked by a certain Shikong.

The memory fragments also gave Lin Chuan some sense of that Shikong.

It was a breath from another world; he seemed to perceive the existence of the Human Ancestor, as well as Hong, Chi, and Xi.

Thinking of this, Lin Chuan couldn't help but feel heartache.

The result already explained everything.

The ferocity of that battle even surpassed the imagination of countless cultivators in this world.

Human Ancestor, Hong, Chi, and Xi all perished in battle.

His friends and relatives across the two worlds, aside from a handful who could be reborn, those devoured by the Black Mist had not even the right to be reborn.

They could never return.

Now, the Black Mist has evolved again, gaining sentience and cunning, making even the great powers of the Wangxian Realm hard to detect.

When the Black Mist once again bares its fangs, terror is inevitable.

At that time...

Lin Chuan could not even imagine how to win.

With his current strength, even if he grew faster, how strong could he become?

Even if he reached the strength of that ancient-life, facing the Black Mist would likely still end in defeat.

The Black Mist continues to evolve, while this world is already scarred all over.

How many cultivators still have the ability to stand up and block the Black Mist's onslaught.

Lin Chuan stood on the lonely path, sinking into endless contemplation.

"Wrong."

"It shouldn't be like this."

After a long while, light gathered again in his eyes.

"If the ending is destined for annihilation, why do I still have my transmigration, and why does the Dream Creation Reincarnation System appear? Everything could still change."

"The intersecting opportunities of major events can rescue more people."

"The Black Mist hasn't reached an unmanageable level yet."

"Who says I lose every time?"

Lin Chuan took a deep breath.

"I can choke the Black Mist in its cradle, letting all calamities cease here."

Now the Black Mist has evolved Tribe of the Spirits intelligence, but that is only a very weak fragment of its power, unable even to contend with the Wangxian Realm.

Otherwise, 'Nan Gong Ya' wouldn't need to be avoided in so many ways.

For now, Lin Chuan actually holds the advantage.

Having experienced countless lives and deaths in the Dream Reincarnation, his heart is already strong, and his adaptability far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators.

"So many Dream Reincarnations, if they were all me, I have borne too many people's kindness and owe too many debts."

"They supported me to the end, hoping I would win."

"Some people can no longer return."

"So, I must win! Eradicate the Black Mist!"

Lin Chuan still holds two Reincarnation Reflection Cards in his hand.

If there is a chance to eradicate the Black Mist, he would never hesitate.

As Lin Chuan's heart gradually steadied, spatial fluctuations occurred, the surrounding scene changed again, and he returned to the middle of nine massive stones.

Looking up, one silhouette after another filled his view, all staring at him.

Nine Immortal statues buried more than a hundred Immortals, forging the most tragic era and also the most passionate era.

"No inheritance suits me."

"Because I have my own path; following the old road still ends in failure. To win, I must constantly change."

"But today's harvest is already sufficient."

Lin Chuan felt very satisfied.

At least he clarified himself, dispelling the doubts in his heart.

When the heart is clear, one can be clear everywhere.

Lin Chuan walked back, having made his decision; the upcoming great battle is inevitable, but as long as the Black Mist can be eradicated, it will all be worth it.

Soon he left the area where the nine Immortal statues stood.

The Immortal Weapon Sphere of All Beings floated there.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sensing Lin Chuan's return, the Sphere of All Beings transmitted the other seven geniuses out of its internal space.

The super geniuses wore expressions of astonishment, unable to believe it.

"Lin Chuan, you..."

Bai Li Ming was unsettled, scanning Lin Chuan up and down for a long time before speaking again, "Did you not obtain the Ascension inheritance?"

If one obtains the Ascension inheritance, the inheritance seal would manifest, and the aura around the body would definitely change.

But Lin Chuan remained as he was when he left.

"No inheritance fits me."

Lin Chuan smiled, offering no further explanation, bypassed the shocked crowd, and reentered the Immortal Weapon space.

In the space, Nan Gong Ya's corpse still floated there.