Chapter 190 - 109: Foundation Establishment Spirit Mark
Chapter 190: Chapter 109: Foundation Establishment Spirit Mark
"This is normal."
"Even in the World in the Palm, which is flawed and lacks Reincarnation, reversing life and death is no simple matter..."
The Earth Spirit was comforting Su Chen.
But.
Just then.
BOOM!
Yu Le’s finger twitched.
Su Chen looked over.
Above Yu Le’s head, the Longevity Fire that had been extinguished moments ago suddenly sparked. The flame grew larger and larger until it was a blazing inferno, roaring like a torrential fire.
Ten years of life!
Not one bit less.
Yu Le had come back to life.
"Wha..."
The Earth Spirit stared, dumbfounded.
Life and death had actually been reversed!
’This Wind Snow Sword Immortal... he had actually done it.’
However.
Though Yu Le’s breathing was long and steady, he showed no signs of waking.
He seemed to be trapped in a dream.
A pained expression flickered across his face from time to time.
"His life was extinguished. His soul is trapped in his body, unable to merge, and has been damaged."
"He needs to have some of his memories erased."
The Earth Spirit said slowly after a brief examination.
It looked at Su Chen, indicating that Su Chen had to choose which memories to erase.
Yu Le was trying to save himself.
He had already begun erasing his own memories, trying to make his soul compatible with his body so he could awaken. But he hadn’t erased enough; it was still insufficient.
In the end.
Only two sets of memories remained in his soul: those of his youth with the Great Yu Immortal Ancestor, and those of his acquaintance with Su Chen since the time of Great Liang.
"Tsk tsk."
"It seems both of these memories are very important. This Magic Immortal doesn’t want to part with either of them..."
The Earth Spirit watched from the side, clucking its tongue in wonder.
’To think the arrogant and conceited Great Yu Magic Immortal would actually have a friend he cherishes.’
’How strange.’
’What is it about this Wind Snow Sword Immortal that’s so captivating?’
’It seems all the heroes in the world want to be his friend.’
As for the rest.
They either admired him or feared him.
"You need to choose quickly."
"If you take any longer,"
"his soul is going to run into trouble again."
"How about erasing the memories of the Great Yu Immortal Ancestor?"
"Those memories are too painful."
the Earth Spirit suggested.
However.
those memories were of Yu Le’s last living relative from his childhood.
"Alas."
Su Chen sighed.
He reached out a finger, pressed it to the spot between Yu Le’s eyebrows, and erased one of the two memories.
For a long time.
Time drifted by.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Deep within the mountains, all trace of Su Chen was gone. There was only an old farmer tilling a field, and beneath a towering, illusory tree, a handsome Daoist lay reclining.
After a long while.
The handsome Daoist slowly awoke.
"Do you still remember..."
"your name?"
the old farmer asked, leaning in.
"I remember."
"My name is Yu Le! One of the Three Immortals of Great Yu, the prodigious Magic Immortal renowned for his Magic..."
"Where is this?"
"Wasn’t I slumbering in an Ancient Coffin?"
"What year is it? What dynasty? Has the Immortal Arrival occurred...?"
"Have the Three Fortunes erupted to this degree? I must hurry to the Imperial City!"
"My head hurts so much!"
Yu Le sat up, his head feeling as if it were about to split. He swayed as countless memories flooded his mind.
Everything seemed normal.
It was as if he had just awoken from the Ancient Coffin.
In his memories.
The image of the Great Yu Immortal Ancestor—his grand-uncle—slaying the heavens was still vivid in his mind.
The three hundred years he had roamed Great Yu felt like only yesterday.
And yet.
for some reason, his heart felt hollow, as if he had forgotten someone incredibly important. This person felt so important that even though he’d forgotten them, he could vaguely recall that such a person even existed...
"Who was he?"
Yu Le looked toward the old farmer. He touched his cheek and found it was damp.
"He said,"
"The Great Yu Immortal Ancestor was your last living relative. He must have been very important."
"As for the heavens... he cut them down for you."
"From now on,"
"you should live for yourself."
the old farmer said, relaying Su Chen’s words as he continued to till the soil.
Meanwhile.
Outside the mountains, a figure, covered in dirt, came tumbling wretchedly down a hillside.
’This Qi Cultivation Golden Robe is really something else.’
’I didn’t expect...’
’that he would leave a little trap like this for me. How treacherous.’
Su Chen held out his palm. There, a deep blue Spirit Mark crackled, unleashing bolts of thunder and electricity that coursed over his body. It was that jolt that had paralyzed him for a moment, sending him tumbling down the hillside.
"Carriage!"
"Hey, carriage! Stop! Give me a ride!"
Half his body still numb, Su Chen limped as he waved at a carriage on the distant mountain road.
...
...
In the One Hundred and Eighth Qi Cultivation Immortal Pavilion, the seated Golden Robe figure awoke.
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Gushan!"
"You’ve returned so soon from your journey. You must have achieved your goal!"
"That ant practicing Mortal Cultivation must have learned his lesson. To think he dared demand ten years of life from Fellow Daoist Gushan! Just teaching him a lesson was getting off easy. There are levels even among the favored, yet a mere mortal cultivator dared to compare himself to Fellow Daoist Gushan?"
Instantly,
one after another, figures in white robes cupped their hands in salute, their faces plastered with fawning smiles as they offered congratulations.
But.
they failed to notice the exceptionally ugly expression on Gushan Jue’s face.
"SCRAM!"
Gushan Jue roared in cold fury.
BOOM!
In that instant,
The One Hundred and Eighth Immortal Pavilion was cleared. With a single, annihilating attack, he blasted everyone away, and the Immortal Pavilion’s systems automatically teleported the cultivators out.
"Wind Snow Sword Immortal, was it!"
"I... will remember you."
Gushan Jue said coldly, turning to leave.
But.
in the next instant,
he realized something was wrong!
"The Spirit Mark!"
"The Thunder Spirit Mark that I left for myself through Corpse Release Reincarnation... where did it go?!"
"My Foundation Establishment Spirit Mark!"
Gushan Jue’s eyes widened in panic.
Just then,
he had a sudden realization.
’I had brought that Spirit Mark with me into the World in the Palm. It seemed that, in the end, bound by the Rules of that world, I had failed to bring it back out...’
"Wind Snow Sword Immortal!"
"It was you again!"
"You just wait! I’ll break through to Foundation Establishment right now! When the Immortal Arrival comes, I’ll be in the first wave of plundering Immortals from the Profound Celestial Sect to charge in and kill you!"
"AAAAH!"
"When that time comes, I’ll even snatch the Foundation Establishment Spirit Mark formed by your Ten Extremes Skill!"
Gushan Jue’s furious roars echoed throughout the One Hundred and Eighth Immortal Pavilion.
That was a Spirit Mark, after all!
It was equivalent to the cultivation of an entire Dao Platform—a heaven-sent opportunity to undergo a second Foundation Establishment!