Chapter 765: Only Today Do I Know That I Am I

The *Past Tathagata Sutra* was right there in the palm of the Champion Marquis.

This scripture was square, three feet wide, resembling a large piece of calligraphy or painting.

The handwriting on the scripture was very small, fly-head regular script, dense and thick, yet extremely clear, as if carved by a knife, without a single blurred spot.

Moreover, within this handwriting, there was a profound and mysterious power, giving one the feeling that the small characters were alive, possessed of spirituality, and could float off the scripture at any moment.

In the center of the scripture was a golden Fotu, sitting in the void. Those characters seemed like countless suns, moons, and stars surrounding it, bestowing their radiance upon this golden Fotu.

This golden Fotu had its eyes slightly closed, legs crossed, hands in a seal, and a serene expression; yet it was not as majestic as the gods and Buddhas on an altar, but instead revealed a kind of intimate, familiar aura.

After looking at it for a long time, it would even give one the illusion that this Fotu was the origin and previous incarnation of one's own thousands of lifetimes.

"It is worthy of being the *Past Tathagata Sutra*. I have a premonition that just by relying on this Fotu image, I can find the memories of my previous incarnations." The Champion Marquis's mind shook, his gaze fixed tightly on this Fotu image.

The person who could paint this Fotu image was not only highly accomplished in painting, a saint among painters, but their own cultivation was also transcendent and holy.

He had previously seen the religious figure paintings of the Painting Saint Qian Daozi, but compared to this, they were simply not worth mentioning.

"For the next period of time, let me carefully observe this portrait and trace everything from the past."

In the valley where the pure foxes lived.

Today, two people suddenly arrived, a man and a woman.

The woman was dressed in a pink lady's outfit, standing tall and graceful, with a charming figure. She looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, yet she was already stunningly beautiful, possessing a beauty that made it hard to breathe. The kind of beauty and disaster described in historical records was likely just like this.

The man was about the same age as the woman, wearing a moon-white long robe, his eyes emitting a soft light, just like warm jade. He had a purple wine gourd more than two feet long hanging at his waist, a long sword on his back, and his whole person appeared immortal and refined, quite otherworldly.

"Jiji, jiji......"

The foxes reading books around the campfire were all very excited to see the woman in red. Among them, three young foxes chirped, dropped their books with their front paws, stretched their limbs, and scurried over in a flash, jumping around the woman in red, looking jubilant; it seemed they were very familiar with the woman in red.

"Alright, Xiaosang, Xiaofei, Xiaoshu, stop making a fuss. Guests have arrived, don't let people laugh at you."

Another voice sounded; it was the oldest fox, who was standing like a human at this moment, with its hind legs on the ground and its front paws cupped in a salute: "This must be the White Ape King, this old fox pays his respects."

"Tu Lao, there is no need for this. Before I was reincarnated, I also came to visit the pure fox clan." The young man smiled slightly.

This man and woman were none other than the White Ape King Bai Ziyue and the Xianghu King Yuan Xiang'er, two of the world's eight great demon immortals.

After exchanging greetings, the White Ape King and the Xianghu King came to the book-storing cave on the south side of the valley, with Tu Lao following behind.

"So many books. The 'Langhuan Book House' of the Wuwen Marquis Mansion is known for its rich collection, but it cannot compare to the books in this cave." The White Ape King Bai Ziyue looked around and exclaimed.

"Actually, apart from what our pure fox clan collects daily, most of the books were brought out by Tu Lao and the others from the Great Zen Temple during the chaos when the temple was destroyed," the Xianghu King smiled slightly: "It's a pity that most of them are classics, history, philosophy, and literature. As for martial arts and Daoist techniques, they were taken away by the monks of the Great Zen Temple in advance."

"Indeed, if one could obtain the *Past*, *Present*, and *Future* scriptures, the number of experts in the pure fox clan would be more than ten times what it is now," the White Ape King sighed.

"I remember there was a volume of the 'Martial Scripture' placed here, with annotations by high monks of the Great Zen Temple. Why don't I see it?"

The Xianghu King's gaze swept across the rows of bookshelves, then she suddenly stopped, her eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Tu Lao, have you reorganized the book collection again?"

Tu Lao shook his head and said: "No, that volume of the 'Martial Scripture' was lost half a month ago. I also asked the other little foxes, and none of them took it."

"That is a strange matter. Could someone have snuck in here? But it wouldn't be just to steal a martial scripture," the Xianghu King frowned.

Boom!

Boom-boom!!

Suddenly, the earth began to shake, followed by what felt like a magnitude-12 earthquake; even the entire valley began to tremble, as if it were a giant boat drifting on the sea. The foxes ran back and forth in a panic, thinking that an unprecedentedly violent earthquake had occurred.

The Xianghu King and the White Ape King looked at each other, both their eyes flashing with shock. Then, the two flew out of the valley simultaneously and looked into the distance, only to see that the sky had become overcast with dark clouds at some point, the clouds rolling into a mass and dyed ink-black, with wild winds howling, and the world filled with sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning in the void split the long sky, tearing through the horizon, bursting with incomparably dazzling sparks, as if the whole world had turned white.

By the light of this lightning, the White Ape King and the Xianghu King both saw a figure standing in the void amidst the world.

A massive aura filled the entire world, and even from such a distance, it made both demon kings feel as if their minds were being suppressed.

The Champion Marquis sat cross-legged in the void, his hands held in front of his abdomen, thumbs touching, forming the Maitreya Seal.

A grand Fotu image was visualized in his mind, the void vast and boundless, with an even more mysterious artistic conception.

—I sit in the center, eternally motionless, watching the thousands of lifetimes pass in the snap of a finger; all things of the past are but illusions.

As his thoughts turned, the face of the Fotu image changed slightly, gradually transforming into a handsome face that no pen or ink could describe.

Hum hum!

The Fotu image shone with great light.

The *Past Scripture* was complete.

But at this moment, the *Past Scripture* was no longer important.

In the Champion Marquis's mind, he saw scene after scene.

In that world full of modern machinery, a not-so-outstanding young man was busy, rushing about.

Suddenly one day, he discovered an ancient and heavy Stone Gate in his hometown; his soul felt a pulling force and plunged into the Stone Gate. When he came back to his senses, he had already become the Young Cult Master of the Western Rakshasa.

After practicing diligently in the Rakshasa Cult for five years, he finally left seclusion and plunged into the brilliant world of the martial arts. Then he experienced one world after another, one storm after another.

He had once been the Jade-Faced Divine Sword, fighting for thousands of miles with one sword, without a single defeat. Finally, in a battle with his father Yu Luosha, he sublimated to the extreme, wiping away the last dust from his soul.

He had once been called the Six Absolute Mad Guest, having practiced sword, fist, palm, finger, leg, and light-body techniques to an extremely profound realm, breaking the Plum Blossom Thief, destroying the Money Gang, and killing Shangguan Jinhong, his fame unrivaled.

He had also sat in the position of the Chief Escort of the Guanzhong Thirteen Gangs, calling himself the Heavenly King Old Man, widely issuing "Heavenly King Old Man Posts," defeating all experts, collecting secret manuals, and knocking the ambitious Geshu Tian, who tried to control the martial arts world, off a cliff.

He had been a Martial Arts Myth, suppressing the world alone. He had also sat on the dragon throne, above ten thousand people. He had even sent a gust of east wind to send a woman to the position of the supreme ruler. Even Haotian, the unfathomable ruler of all things, had once fought him in the heavens and sealed him...

His life was truly brilliant.

Holding the power of the world, lying on the laps of beauties.

Turning his hands to create clouds, covering them to create rain.

This life, defeating all living beings, fine wine and beauties, singing all the way, never once feeling lonely...

Yu Liancheng slowly opened his eyes, his aura transcendent and refined, as if standing at the peak of the firmament, his long black hair fluttering: "Seeing through the past, understanding the present, only then do I know that I am I."