Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

“But to reduce everything to the unknown, the risk is simply too great.”

Realman Shuangyu continued.

“I already said earlier, is there any other feasible option besides this?”

Just as the two Immortal Ascension cultivators of Heavenly Summit Mountain wanted to use the Heavenly Summit Mirror to rewrite the history of Heavenly Summit Mountain’s destruction.

According to what Mr. You just said, using the Heavenly Summit Mirror to change the events from seven thousand years ago, thereby rendering all the causality of these seven thousand years illusory, is an extraordinarily bold strategy.

But for Kong Yang, Lou Ye, Yin Xia and the others, it was feasible.

Or rather, it was the only path.

The reason they appeared so passive when facing the two Immortal Ascension cultivators of Heavenly Summit Mountain was entirely because both Gu Jing and Qiu Siruo could risk breaking the limits imposed by heaven and earth and fight with all their might.

To those two Immortal Ascension cultivators who wanted to overturn Heavenly Summit Mountain’s sixty-thousand-plus-year history, everything now was illusory.

But for Kong Yang and the others, their concerns were many.

However, if Kong Yang and the others’ goal changed from guarding the fragments of the Heavenly Summit Mirror to altering the history from seven thousand years ago, everything would be different.

That would mean they no longer needed to hold back; they could fight Gu Jing and Qiu Siruo with all their strength.

As for Mr. You, if his goal was merely to correct the mistaken causality of the past, he would be indifferent either way.

Because whether the two Immortal Ascension cultivators of Heavenly Summit Mountain successfully changed the mountain’s annihilated history, or Kong Yang and the others altered the seven-thousand-year-old past, Mr. You’s objective would still be achieved.

Which course to choose, each of those Immortal Ascension cultivators would certainly have their own judgment.

…

Heavenly Summit Mountain, the ferry dock.

Pale-faced, wearing blood-stained, tattered daoist robes, Chen Yan smiled as he looked at the unfamiliar young disciple of Lingxiao Temple standing beside him.

From that unfamiliar face, he sensed a subtle detail.

Xiao Bo’an.

Yes, the true identity of the strange Lingxiao Temple disciple who had unbound him and helped him down was Xiao Bo’an.

“…Chief Disciple Chen.”

The Lingxiao Temple disciple first took two steps back, then raised his hands in salute and smiled.

But Chen Yan could still see the stiffness on Xiao Bo’an’s face.

Xiao Bo’an feared Chen Yan.

Or rather, ever since the day in Taiyun City when Chen Yan exposed Xiao Bo’an’s identity, Xiao Bo’an had harbored a strange apprehension toward him.

Chen Yan fully understood why.

Then, the Lingxiao Temple disciple dressed in temple robes—this “Xiao Bo’an”—again approached Chen Yan and helped him start walking away from the ferry dock.

Chen Yan’s Martial Spring was frozen at a point in the past, so in cultivation level he was effectively only a mortal.

Yet his physical body possessed the strength of a Myriad Transformations Realm cultivator.

Otherwise, he could not have survived being bound to the Yunhe statue of Kongshan Sect’s flagship, flying at great heights for days while gravely wounded, and still be alive.

“Why?”

Supported by Xiao Bo’an, Chen Yan asked weakly.

“Chief Disciple Chen, may I ask what you mean by…”

“Betraying Mirage Palace.”

Chen Yan said.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Bo’an only smiled lightly:

“Chief Disciple Chen, why would you say that? This Xiao has never done anything to wrong Mirage Palace; I merely chose the path I should take to realize my own ideals.”

“What ideals?”

Chen Yan asked.

“To drive all those old men who should not belong to this era back to the places they truly belong.”

Xiao Bo’an said.

“Do you know the true aim of Gu Jing and Qiu Siruo?”

Chen Yan continued.

Hearing that, Xiao Bo’an froze for a moment, then said:

“To directly call the names of Immortals, Chief Disciple Chen is indeed not ordinary.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

Chen Yan said:

“You know that the true purpose of the two Immortal Ascension cultivators of Heavenly Summit Mountain is to change the history of Heavenly Summit Mountain’s destruction. That means not only the old men you spoke of will disappear, but all the people of this era.”

Xiao Bo’an fell silent for a moment, then released his support of Chen Yan’s weak body, causing Chen Yan to stagger and collapse to the ground.

A hideous expression crossed his face:

“I know, of course I know! This era is wrong, it should never have existed. Mirage Palace, your Kongshan Sect, Wind Ravine Valley, Star Heaven Sect, Lingxiao Temple—none of them should exist… none of them should!”

Chen Yan, lying on the ground, watched the deranged Xiao Bo’an with a composed expression.

He could see through Xiao Bo’an’s facade.

The reason was simple.

Not only did Xiao Bo’an’s expression stiffen when their gazes met,

but the emotion in Xiao Bo’an’s eyes was far too complex.

Chen Yan had once exchanged looks with Lu Li, with Kong Yang.

He had looked into Si Youyou’s eyes, Qin Yue’s eyes, and more recently met Qiu Siruo’s gaze.

Chen Yan could detect subtle abnormalities in their eyes.

The multiple reincarnated bodies, though minuscule to those Immortal Ascension greats, still exerted a slight influence.

What Chen Yan saw in the eyes of this Lingxiao Temple disciple went far beyond the fragmentation he had seen in Kong Yang or Qiu Siruo.

It was as if the memories and souls of thousands upon thousands of people had been mixed together.

Chen Yan understood.

He understood why Xiao Bo’an would do everything in his power to help the two Immortal Ascension cultivators of Heavenly Summit Mountain.

The influence of positive and negative emotions.

The most memorable things in this world are not the beautiful things, but the things that inspire hatred, fear, and danger.

With so many memories blended together, Xiao Bo’an’s emotions skewed ever more negatively, ever uglier.

He only felt loathing for everything in this world.

Therefore, he wanted to destroy it all.

“What do you think, Chief Disciple Chen?”

Xiao Bo’an stared at the pale Chen Yan with those calm eyes.

“I don’t know.”

Chen Yan said softly:

“I only know that whether this world is destroyed or not, there is only one correct answer.”

And his own existence was to seek that answer.

Suddenly, Chen Yan felt his heart drop.

A bad premonition…

It seemed something was coming.

Although Chen Yan’s Martial Spring was sealed at some past moment, his spiritual sense remained at the Myriad Transformations Realm level.

Then, in the next instant.

Boom!

A tremendous sound thundered through Heavenly Summit Mountain.

A bronze pagoda fell onto the mountain, crushing the Profound Scripture Hall into dust.

Floating above Heavenly Summit Mountain stood a lean man in pure white daoist robes—

Kong Yang.