Chapter 390: Good Fortune

"It has come." A familiar yet strange voice suddenly rang out in Meng Yifan's mind, which gave him a great shock.

Meng Yifan had carefully searched the inside and outside of this cave with his Spiritual Power; he was certain there were no other people hiding there, nor was there anything unusual.

Furthermore, to prevent being disturbed while cultivating, Meng Yifan had also set up a Defense Array in the vicinity of the cave.

Even if a Fifth Grade Peak powerhouse wanted to transmit their voice in via Divine Sense, they would first have to break through the Defense Array, yet the Defense Array now showed no signs of damage, and someone was speaking—this was extremely strange.

What puzzled Meng Yifan even more was that he was certain he was hearing this voice for the first time, yet he felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had heard a similar voice a very, very long time ago.

"Who are you?" Meng Yifan asked curiously.

"Who am I? I am you, and you are me. You and I were originally one entity, so how can you distinguish between you and me?" The familiar yet strange voice rang out again.

"I am you? You are me?" Meng Yifan was somewhat bewildered by what was said; how could this mysterious fellow speak in such a baffling way?

"I am your past life, and you are my present life. Our Life Source is one, so you are me, and I am you. I have said it this way, you should understand now, right?"

"Past life, present life, reincarnation?" Meng Yifan's brows were tightly furrowed, lost in thought; he had already sensed that the mysterious existence speaking was the liver-shaped crystal in the palm of his hand.

According to that mysterious existence's claim, he was that fallen mighty figure, the creator of this world, and also Meng Yifan's past life.

"I have waited for you for a long, long time. Even I, who was once at Eighth Grade Peak, was powerless to stop the erosion of time, and my final spirituality is about to dissipate. You have come too late."

"If you had come ten years ago, I would have been certain of raising your strength to Eight-Rank Lower Stage; if you had come five years ago, I could have helped you reach Seven-Rank Peak; if you had come two years ago, I could still have helped you advance to Seventh Grade."

"It is a pity that you have only come now. The World Origin has already dissipated a great deal, and the energy I can mobilize is also scarce. At most, I can help you advance to Six-Rank Middle Stage; the rest of the path will depend on yourself."

Hearing this, Meng Yifan was overjoyed. He bore a blood feud and risked his life to enter the Secret Realm World; what was it for, if not to increase his strength and go out to take revenge on Yamata no Orochi?

He had not expected that this Secret Realm World was actually left behind by his own past life, and that it had left him a massive stroke of good fortune, allowing him to directly advance to Six-Rank Middle Stage—this was truly a massive stroke of good fortune.

As for the possibility of having directly advanced to Seventh Grade or even Eighth Grade Peak if he had come a few years earlier, although Meng Yifan felt it was a pity, it was also a helpless matter.

A few years ago, Meng Yifan was still an ordinary mercenary on Earth, still struggling on the battlefield, risking life and limb for a few tens of thousands of dollars; how could he have known that in another world, his past life had left him a heaven-defying opportunity?

"Come, I will first help you break through to Grade 6." After the mysterious existence finished speaking, that liver-shaped crystal emitted a humming sound, and immediately following, dense green threads grew out from it, burrowing into his body through Meng Yifan's pores, then spreading along the meridians of his hands into his Eight Extraordinary Meridians and Twelve Standard Meridians.