Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

[Warning: Current soul integrity at 57%]

It wasn’t using the secret art left behind by Kong Yang to remove the over sixty thousand years of cause and effect from Bai Chen, the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void, that weighed upon him.

Instead, he was using Kong Yang’s secret art to tear his own soul apart, again and again.

Chen Yan was on the verge of his limits. It was hard to say how much of his own personal will still remained within him.

[Warning: Current soul integrity at 31%]

In other words, the soul Chen Yan currently possessed was already a broken fragment, not the original whole.

Even the residual shadow born from the Sage of Imperial Void’s sixty thousand years of cause and effect merely smiled and shook his head upon seeing Chen Yan’s pitiful state.

It was impossible to tell whether he found it pitiful or laughable.

But one thing was absolutely certain—Chen Yan had no way back now.

[Warning: Current soul integrity at 6%] A walking corpse.

With his soul integrity reduced to just six percent, Chen Yan could absolutely be described with those four words: a walking corpse.

After reincarnating once again, he had yet to recover his consciousness. He simply sat on the chair in the center of the Profound Scripture Hall, staring blankly into space.

His mind only repeated countless jumbled and chaotic memory fragments over and over.

For Chen Yan, it felt like being trapped in an incredibly long dream, or watching an extremely abstract movie with no ending.

Except, he didn’t know who he was.

He didn’t know his own name, where he came from, or where he was going.

Nor did he know what the content or ending of this dream, or ”movie,” actually was.

But there were rare moments when Chen Yan’s spiritual sense hovered between clarity and fogginess.

For example, when he was disturbed by outside influences.

During this time, several cardinal elders from the Five Great Sects had visited the Profound Scripture Hall to pay their respects to the unfathomably powerful Above Immortality Realm cultivator they saw before them.

Chen Yan didn’t remember who these people were.

But his last trace of barely sober consciousness could tell that not a single one of these people who kept appearing before him with humble attitudes was an easy mark.

If he showed any cracks or weaknesses, they would immediately tear him apart.

If he kept going on like this, he would eventually slip up.

So, he left Heavenly Summit Mountain.

Guided by the occasional memory fragments that flashed through his mind, he wandered like a lost soul across every corner of the Chenping Continent.

And then, he arrived here.

The Xiling Mountain Range.

For some reason, Chen Yan, with his soul so broken he was like a walking corpse, felt only one thought rise in his heart upon seeing this mountain range that seemed vaguely familiar yet so strange.

This should be the place where everything ends.

He should have found peace here, but that hadn’t been the case.

Now, he needed to try and find that peace again.

He found a large tree in the forest of the mountain range, sat down with his back against it, and looked up at the sky.

The sky was clear for thousands of miles.

On such a gentle day, being able to leave quietly would still count as a dignified end.

For some reason, this thought suddenly surfaced in Chen Yan’s mind.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

Fragments of memory still flashed through his mind in complete chaos.

He waited for his life to end.

But the final outcome never arrived.

He was just stuck in an incredibly long dream.

And when he woke up from that dream again—

”Big Brother?”

Thunder and lightning raged.

The sky was dark, like the end of the world. Torrential rain poured down from above, crackling as it struck the ground.

Standing before him was a young man in a cyan daoist robe, with sharpness and unruliness in his brows and eyes. At his waist hung a sword scabbard that looked quite ancient.

Countless raindrops falling from the sky completely evaporated before they even reached this young man.

Nothing like Chen Yan’s own miserable state—his plain white daoist robe was completely soaked through and splattered with countless patches of mud.

As if he couldn’t bear to watch any longer, the young man raised his hand, drew the pure white Swift Sword from the ancient scabbard at his waist, and made a horizontal slash through the air.

The rain current was severed mid-air.

Time suddenly froze.

The raindrops in the sky stopped falling. The leaves scattered by the raging wind were frozen in place.

Even the blue-robed swordsman before him was the same—even the afterimage of his sword slash had yet to dissipate.

At this moment, it seemed that only he, Chen Yan, could still move.

And that young man in a white daoist robe, who had appeared out of nowhere.

”So, do you remember who I am?”

The young man in the white daoist robe slowly crouched down in front of Chen Yan and asked.

Chen Yan just stared blankly at the young man in the white daoist robe before him. The only reason his gaze landed on the person in front of him was because he had just spoken—nothing more.

”How pitiful.”

The young man in the white daoist robe shook his head as he spoke.

Then, he raised his hand and pressed his right index finger against Chen Yan’s forehead.

Countless fragments of memory began to splice and stitch together in Chen Yan’s mind, following the young man’s action.

And a strange light flickered in Chen Yan’s hollow eyes.

”Bai Chen, the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void.”

Chen Yan spoke.

Now, Chen Yan still had only six percent of his soul left. But under the piecing together of his remaining memory fragments, he had managed to barely piece together a temporary, complete ”self.”

”How truly pitiful.”

Bai Chen said slowly:

”Not just you, but also this future Falling Star Realman.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Yan was stunned for a moment. Then, as if realizing something, his pupils sharply contracted:

”You know Su Hongzhen?”

In Chen Yan’s view, this was an utterly impossible thing. Su Hongzhen should only ascend to immortality three hundred years from now.

How could a residual shadow from the ”forged” cause and effect of the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void, over sixty thousand years that Chen Yan carried, know all of this?

”Why wouldn’t I know him?”

Bai Chen said with a smile:

”Because all of this was already predestined long ago. And you are the only variable in it all, aren’t you?”

Everything that had happened on the Chenping Continent was all part of Bai Chen, the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void’s, chess game. Even Mr. You and Su Hongzhen were his pieces.

But Chen Yan quickly seemed to realize that this wasn’t true.

”You’re lying.”

He questioned the direction of the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void.

Upon hearing this, Bai Chen just smiled again, shrugged slightly, and spread his hands:

”Unfortunately, I’ve been found out.”