Chapter 550: Still Just a Child (33 Today 1w)

"Hahaha! I wish everyone sitting here success in achieving Ascension!"

"Hey! Don't just stop at Ascension, you have to attain Godhood too! Don't you all keep forgetting us of the Demon Race! If you ask me, this Xian Fa Lin isn't good; why not call it the God-Immortal Fa Lin, how about that?"

"Ahem! This, uh, what do you all think?"

Afterward, Ren Yidao could no longer interfere with this dream.

He became completely transparent in the eyes of everyone, noticed by no one, and remembered by none of them.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten why they had suddenly started carving the stele.

Ren Yidao watched silently for a while longer, watching them carve in an orderly fashion, leaving behind their own traces.

Then, an inexplicable feeling emerged.

It was about time.

Following that, he closed his eyes in accordance with the sensation in his heart.

"……"

When Ren Yidao opened his eyes, the scene before him was no longer the creek with blooming peach blossoms, but rather he was inside a strange yet magnificent palace.

He had returned to the original point in time, having just walked into the palace of the Dragon Transformation Pool.

Time had passed for less than half a breath.

Back when Ren Yidao couldn't help but speak up to refute the youth surnamed Liang, he had already felt a faint sensation in his heart.

Perhaps his words were guiding the history he saw toward the correct path.

Xian Fa Lin.

"So it really is like this..."

Therefore, Xian Fa Lin was not actually left behind by Immortals, but by hundreds of heaven-defying geniuses from the previous epoch, or perhaps even the one before that, who were born at the wrong time and left this behind at the very end.

He could now even clearly remember the names of those people, remember every single one of them, and remember every word they spoke.

But now...

He was still alive, while those people had all vanished into the long river of time.

Ren Yidao felt that he shouldn't actually be sentimental.

After all, he had never been a sentimental person, and his acquaintance with these people hadn't even lasted a day; they were merely passersby who had met by chance.

"But they were also fellow travelers who once sat and discussed the Dao."

"If it's on the way, I'll go take a look at Xian Fa Lin when I leave."

Ren Yidao had previously given up on the techniques inside to save Zhang Mang, but now, he had developed some interest.

"Also, what does the title 'Traveler of Ten Thousand Ages' mean? Will I keep seeing things from the past like this?"

"What meaning do those segments of past history actually hold?"

Ren Yidao pondered, then sensed a weak aura slowly approaching him.

"……Is, is that Master?"

Zhang Mang's weak voice rang out not far away.

The youth was very flustered.

Although he could see the true self representing Ren Yidao, he was still a bit uneasy.

Because of the mysterious woman who had teased him earlier, Zhang Mang didn't dare to call out to people casually now, fearing he might make a mistake and cause an awkward situation.

Furthermore, Zhang Mang didn't think Ren Yidao would appear here.

Master was not in the Eastern Wasteland, and after he and Senior Uncle Chu were forced inside, they had no way to send messages to the outside world; Master shouldn't know about their situation.

Could it be that I am dreaming?

Because I was too afraid, I dreamt that Master came to save me?

"Hmm?"

Ren Yidao turned his head to look at the timid youth, sizing him up from head to toe.

Seeing that he was not only missing no limbs but had actually grown much stronger and had more Spirit Qi on him, he nodded with satisfaction, patted his shoulder, and said, "You performed quite well."

"It really is Master!?" The youth was overjoyed at this moment, no longer possessing the composure he had shown when facing others.

"You came to save us!!!"

He excitedly hugged Ren Yidao's waist, holding him tightly, and then his whole body began to tremble.

Fear, unease, frustration... various negative emotions that had been suppressed for a long time erupted at this moment.

Ren Yidao's expression froze for a moment, and he didn't know where to put his hands for a time.

But soon, his surprised expression softened.

He gently hugged Zhang Mang, patted his back lightly, and said softly:

"Yes, Master has come to save you."

You see, I told you so.

In the end, he is just a child.

Still in need of Master to save him.

……

Zhang Mang's emotions did not erupt for too long; he soon regained his senses and let go, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Regarding this, Ren Yidao just smiled and did not pull him back into his broad embrace as a master to comfort him properly.

It's a pity you aren't a female disciple, otherwise you could have enjoyed such treatment.

Everyone, don't think this is special treatment for female disciples.

Wrong!

On the contrary, Ren Yidao usually treats others this way, so this is actually special treatment for male disciples.

It was a test to help him become a man who stands tall and upright as soon as possible.

Hmm, that's about it. I can't make up any more, Huhu... let's just leave it at that.

Ren Yidao left Zhang Mang to adjust himself, turned his head to look at the Yellow Sand Tiger huddled in the corner, and felt it was somewhat amusing.

"What do you mean by that? We haven't seen each other for so long, and this is how you treat me?"

The Yellow Sand Tiger shivered and glared at him with a face full of resentment.

"What kind of look is that? Why are you acting like I did something to you? I wasn't... hmm?" Ren Yidao complained, then suddenly noticed the indentation on the Yellow Sand Tiger's forehead.

He gestured, eh? Why does it look so much like the size of my finger!

What a coincidence, someone actually poked its forehead before I did...

"I did that?"

"Roar!!!?" ("Who else could it be!?")

Ren Yidao recalled for a moment; it must have been during that half-breath when his consciousness left his body that the Yellow Sand Tiger mistook him for an attacking villain and charged up...

As for what happened after that, let's just say everyone understands.

"You actually didn't shatter, you're quite impressive!"

Under those circumstances, the instinctive reactions of his body were also quite terrifying.

This guy was actually able to dodge it, only taking a light flick to the head instead of having its whole head shattered.

I didn't see that coming.

Three days of separation and one looks at the other with new eyes; the young fellow has become quite capable!

Thus, Ren Yidao nodded approvingly at the Yellow Sand Tiger and praised, "Hmm, you're not bad either."

"Roar!"

The Yellow Sand Tiger bared its teeth at Ren Yidao, expressing its dissatisfaction.

In any case, it would never admit that it had actually retreated on its own before Ren Yidao made his move.

"Roar?" ("You, on your body, there is the aura of a Great Demon!")

"A Great Demon? Oh, you mean that Dao Seeking Half-Demon, it's fine, don't be afraid, he's already dead." Ren Yidao brushed off this trivial matter lightly.

Yellow Sand Tiger:???

Is this something one can just "not be afraid" of?

Also, how exactly did he die!

"How did he die? It certainly couldn't have been from old age."

"Roar..." ("What is your current strength? Why can I not see through you at all?")

In the Yellow Sand Tiger's impression, although Ren Yidao was stronger than it, he didn't exceed it by too much, and it could still see the possibility of an upset.

But now... it couldn't see anything at all.

"Strength? Crushing you would be easy." Ren Yidao raised his index finger and thumb and pinched them lightly.

"Roar!" The Yellow Sand Tiger's fur stood on end, the whole tiger bristled; in that instant, it felt an extremely terrifying and dark killing intent!

And just as Ren Yidao was teasing the little kitten, Zhang Mang also adjusted his mindset and took the initiative to speak: "Master, how did you get in? Has the ancestor of the Hu Family outside already left?"

"Hmm, he's gone." Fearing his disciple didn't understand, Ren Yidao added meaningfully: "You don't need to worry anymore; he is completely gone."

Although someone as intelligent as him had already guessed this possibility, when the answer truly came from his Master's mouth, Zhang Mang still felt a moment of bewilderment.

Dead.

A Dao Seeking expert.

The ancestor of the Hu Family, who had chased him and Senior Uncle Chu across half of the Eastern Wasteland and wouldn't let them go even here, just died like that?

"Thank you, Master, for avenging us." Zhang Mang bowed respectfully, using all his strength to express his gratitude.

Ren Yidao accepted this gesture as a matter of course, then added: "You should thank me, but this matter really wasn't entirely my own doing; you should thank someone else as well."

"Someone else? I didn't see anyone. Should I thank Huhu? It really... ah!?" Zhang Mang had just wanted to help the Yellow Sand Tiger claim credit with his Master, but suddenly closed his eyes in pain and fell backward.

Just a moment ago, he saw a burst of intense light erupt from Ren Yidao's wrist, and in his ears, he heard a deafening bell toll.

Dong—

Ren Yidao was quick-witted and caught his disciple; realizing what had happened, he quickly pressed his hand over his eyes and ordered in a deep voice:

"Close your eyes, don't open them!"

Zhang Mang had looked directly at the Supreme Treasure and was nearly blinded by the spiritual light it emitted when activated.

For him, this was no less than a flashbang exploding right before his eyes.

There's a Holy Knight!

"It's alright, don't be afraid, there's nothing wrong with you, you just need to adapt a little." After a hurried treatment, Ren Yidao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That's fine, my disciple won't become a little blind man... oh, he already is one.

He's already been blind once; he can't get any blinder.

Then, Ren Yidao looked with some dissatisfaction at the old lady who had run out of the Divine Path Bell without permission.

"Hey, so rash, are you a child?"

Ren Yidao expressed considerable dissatisfaction with Yaoyue's reckless behavior just now, but who knew that upon seeing her, he found her expression to be quite serious.

"Where did you go just now? Why did I feel like I couldn't sense your aura for a moment?"

Yaoyue frowned, stared at Ren Yidao, and grabbed his wrist to examine him carefully.

"It's nothing, I just had a dream about the past." Ren Yidao did not hide it and told her everything he had encountered and inferred.

Sometimes, one still needs to rely on the wisdom of an old thing.

"Dreaming back to the ancient times, the Myriad Generations Art, the end of the era..."

But the impact of this news was too great; even Yaoyue was a bit bewildered for a moment, muttering to herself: "Is the era also drawing to a close now? Is this truly a natural disaster? Or is someone playing tricks in the dark? Eh, this little fellow..."

Yaoyue looked at Zhang Mang, who was still painfully keeping his eyes closed, tilted her head, and asked curiously:

"Have I seen you somewhere before?"