Infinite Save: I Cultivate Immortality Through Reincarnation

The Chenping Continent was founded single-handedly by Bai Chen, the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void.

Chen Yan knew this well.

But the truth was nothing like what Bai Chen's "residual shadow" had claimed in that span of over sixty thousand years of cause and effect—that everything was entirely within his control.

Cultivators at the Uncarved Simplicity Realm could never achieve such flawless foresight.

Otherwise, the fate of the Tianji Continent wouldn't have fallen so disastrously back then, and even Zuo He, the Ultimate Sage of Heaven's Extremity himself, wouldn't have been unable to save himself.

"And yet I know—not only that this little one is the future Falling Star Realman, but also that today, he will witness the death of his senior, who was like both a brother and a father to him, right before his eyes... and that in the future, he will ultimately fail to save the kindred spirit who recognized his talent and gave him a chance."

Bai Chen said.

Chen Yan understood exactly what Bai Chen was referring to.

He would die before him today, and Hongzhen would ultimately fail to save Zhou Jinyun.

Chen Yan also knew that the current him was not his complete self—merely a fragment, nothing more.

When he once again performed the secret art left behind by Kong Yang, that would likely be the moment his soul scattered completely, never to return, and he departed from this era.

"The reason you know all this is because the cause and effect of the Sage of Imperial Void had already begun to intertwine with me long ago, and you yourself are actually born from me, aren't you?"

Chen Yan said.

Upon hearing this, the "Bai Chen" was momentarily stunned, then laughed once more:

"How did you figure out something like that?"

"I just know."

Chen Yan revealed a faintly mocking smile.

This was his counterattack.

Though Chen Yan's current cultivation realm remained at the Dao Union stage, relying on his understanding and speculation of the Emptiness Annihilation Art, he could roughly deduce this answer.

"Sage Bai, if..."

Just as Chen Yan began to speak, his train of thought suddenly experienced another brief interruption, and for an instant, he forgot who he was.

After a short, hollow flicker in his gaze, Chen Yan regained himself again.

"I'm afraid there's no more time left for you to be a smart-ass with me."

Bai Chen laughed again, then his form began to grow increasingly faint, finally disappearing completely.

After the residual shadow of the Ultimate Sage of Imperial Void vanished entirely, time began to flow once more.

Brilliant lightning flashed across the dim sky, and fierce winds howled.

"..."

Su Hongzhen stared at the disheveled young man before him—he had never seen Chen Yan in such a state.

"What, now that we've reached the end, is there nothing you want to say to me?"

Chen Yan lifted his head and smiled at Su Hongzhen.

"Why did it have to turn out like this?"

"Because it's fate."

Chen Yan said slowly:

"Just like when I first met you back in Liaolong—it was fate. This parting now is also fate. There's nothing either of us can change."

Chen Yan extended his hand and slowly reached into the air.

Brilliant starlight flickered as a pitch-black long sword, wrapped in the lingering resonance of the immortal path, materialized before him. Starlight rippled across the blade's surface.

"This sword is called Falling Star. Consider it the last gift from your big brother."

Chen Yan said calmly.

Su Hongzhen remained silent, then reached out and touched the hilt of the Falling Star Sword before him.

"All lives must face parting—even cultivators are no exception."

Chen Yan said.

"I understand."

Su Hongzhen nodded.

"But it's hard to be prepared, isn't it?"

Chen Yan smiled.

"Yes."

Su Hongzhen's tone was equally calm.

"Your road is still long. In the future, you'll encounter many reunions and many farewells. I don't even know what I really want to say to you in the end... so I'll just leave you with one sentence."

Chen Yan lifted his head and looked at the future Falling Star Realman before him:

"Don't do anything foolish."

Chen Yan said.

"I won't do anything foolish."

Su Hongzhen replied.

Faced with Su Hongzhen's answer, Chen Yan simply smiled:

"I've said everything I needed to say. You can go now."

"Big brother?"

"I want to be alone for this last stretch of time."

Chen Yan said.

Su Hongzhen's lips twitched slightly, as if there were countless things he wanted to say, but in the end, he said nothing.

Finally, he simply bowed deeply in Chen Yan's direction, then turned and left.

Watching Su Hongzhen's figure fade away in the rain, Chen Yan just shook his head with a smile.

Su Hongzhen would definitely do something foolish.

Chen Yan knew that.

But he still hoped that he wouldn't.

It was just a hope.

******

Immortal cultivation.

In the eyes of ordinary mortals without the fortune of immortality, it was an extremely elusive concept.

But for me, it had always been within reach.

Everyone has to face their own difficulties.

Those impoverished commoners spent every day thinking about how to fill their stomachs.

The wealthy and powerful commoners spent their days thinking about how to hold onto their power and property.

The immortal cultivation families within the secular dynasties constantly schemed against the other immortal cultivation families in the city.

As for the disciples of the minor cultivation sects, and even those of the larger ones, they all racked their brains to obtain more cultivation resources, to climb higher and go further.

Everyone was scrambling to ascend.

But I—from almost the day I was born—was already standing at the top of this world.

Mirage Palace, Weaving Dreams Tower, Chief Disciple, Daomen Xingzou, aptitude for Ascending to Immortality...

Almost everyone in this world envied everything I possessed.

But in my own eyes, it was all just natural.

After all, I was born with all of this, so I had never felt any joy because of it.

Yet I feared losing it.

Because all of this rightfully belonged to me.

Mirage Palace was the oldest immortal cultivation sect on the Chenping Continent and also one of the Five Great Sects of the continent.

From the very beginning, Mirage Palace had been different from the other four cultivation sects.

Because it inherited the illusion arts of Weaving Dreams Tower from an era even older than the Heavenly Summit Era.

To secure a foothold on the Chenping Continent, Mirage Palace had always been extremely cautious in its attitude toward the Weaving Dreams Tower illusion arts.

Everyone knew that illusion arts were Mirage Palace's true foundation.

But if they were developed without restraint, Mirage Palace would eventually be rejected—or even besieged—by the cultivation world of the Chenping Continent.

And for the sake of everything they currently possessed...

"Jinyun."

An aged and authoritative voice came from beside me.

"Imperial Law Elder Shang."

I responded.

"You've done well."

Imperial Law Elder Shang stood beside me, gazing at the scene before him, and spoke these words.

"Yes."

I bowed in the direction of Imperial Law Elder Shang, then turned my gaze toward the city ahead—one that had once housed millions of lives.

There was nothing but blazing flames, roaring fiercely.