Chapter 911 When I look back, the relationship is over
The rhythm of Tao surges and the golden lotus blooms.
Li Yuan revived from nothingness, awakened from the dust, and reached out with one hand...
He opened his own grave.
"Hey, are you awake?"
A familiar voice sounded beside the grave, carrying with it an elegant temperament and an aura of supreme dignity.
Zhang Tiansheng was dressed in white, with a tall hat and short beard. He looked aloof and smiled.
The loess surged, the tomb broke open, and although nothing could be seen, it seemed as if a being was walking out of it.
With each step, Li Yuan's figure gradually returned to his extremely powerful peak state from nothing to something.
Starlight descends from heaven and earth, and the road rolls with charm.
The emperor's body is reshaped, his soul is returned, and the nirvana revival of the Taoist emperor requires too much energy.
However, Zhang Tiansheng's position here is the core of the Three Realms.
In fact, it was not just the power of the Three Realms of heaven and earth, but also the infinite energy in the virtual sky outside the Three Realms that spontaneously gathered and replenished Yuan Zun's dried body according to his will.
Li Yuan breathed gently, and with each breath, the stars in the sky flickered, and the sun and moon brightened and dimmed, as if they were caught up in some strange rhythm.
If it were not night now, Li Yuan would have subconsciously suppressed many strange phenomena and movements. He was afraid that the surging luck and golden light in the sky would have illuminated the world as if it were daytime.
"You're still willing to show up."
He looked towards the aloof figure in white, his voice was calm, yet it carried a hint of profound meaning.
Zhang Tiansheng smiled elegantly and calmly: "When I left, I said that we would meet again, perhaps a thousand years later."
Under the dim night, Li Yuan's expression slightly changed: "How much time has passed?"
"It's only been about three or four hundred years since your death in this earthly life."
Zhang Tiansheng waved his hand slightly, and Li Yuan took a step and followed him to the hillside in front of them.
There is nothing extraordinary about this low mountain. It is just the burial place of the ancestors of an ordinary family.
But when you push aside the green leaves of the trees and look out in the night, Li Yuan's face is calm, but he seems silent.
Not far from the foot of the mountain, in a place once called Xiyuan Town, that prosperous little town has now become a pile of ruins.
The once peaceful Tianding Kingdom has been plunged into war and is on the verge of destruction.
Whether it's the Li family or the Shen family, no matter how glorious they were, they all slowly came to an end in these hundreds of years and turned into nothing.
Life is short and bitter, and only lasts for a few decades. It seems that nothing can be left behind except for future generations, and any trace will be gradually erased by time.
But the meaning of their existence, the paths they walked, and the things they did seemed so unique in the era in which they lived.
"You have experienced all the seven emotions and six desires in this world of mortals. Do you have any feelings?"
Zhang Tiansheng stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the night view of the mountain below. His voice was gentle and carried a hint of importance.
Li Yuan was silent for a long time, then looked back at the grave where he was buried in the mortal world. Looking at the several other graves that had long become blurred next to his own, his eyes showed no sadness or joy.
Time has erased almost everything. These tombs have been preserved probably because of Lao Zhang's secret attention.
"After thinking about it, there are regrets, there are perfections, there are reluctances, there are reliefs... In short, there is only the word "complexity".
He had a lot of feelings in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.
When he woke up from his deep sleep, he found that the world had changed a lot. He had experienced similar things before in Anshan.
Lao Zhang asked him what he felt, but he was so emotional that he didn't know where to start.
Unexpectedly, after hearing Li Yuan's slightly conflicted words, Zhang Tiansheng laughed, and laughed heartily and with relief.
"If you can let go, you are an immortal; if you can't let go, you are a human. But if you really let go, you are not even worthy of being a human. Don't you think the way of sentient beings is strange?"
Old Zhang laughed and shook his head, and no one knew what he was sighing about.
In the darkness of night, Li Yuan walked back to the grave of his earthly body, half-knelt, and gently stroked the blurry tombstones beside him. He looked at the vaguely familiar yet unfamiliar names on them and sighed softly.
“I’m still grateful ... for all the touches and warmth they brought me.”
Traces will be erased, names and appearances will be forgotten, but that does not mean that all of this is meaningless. The sincere and unreserved human warmth is enough to light up the rest of Li Yuan’s long life and prevent him from losing his direction and being on the verge of being lost again.
Just as Shen Xuanxi, or his reincarnated body Shen Nianxi said: no matter if they are deceased relatives or friends, or just a one-lifetime connection, they have never truly left, and will always live in Li Yuan's heart, never fading or decaying.
Yuan Zun will never look back, but he will remember for the rest of his life the peace and touching moments he has experienced in this mortal world for decades, and they will also strengthen his belief in protecting all living beings.
He would sincerely send his blessings to those who deserve his gratitude, wishing them a better afterlife and the afterlife after that...
"Old Zhang... Yuewei, where is the Fuguang Mountain God?"
Gradually calming down his emotions, when Li Yuan stood up again, he was already Yuan Zun in his prime, more perfect and more powerful than before.
In a flash, Li Yuan realized that his fate with Yue Wei and the God of Fuguang Mountain was not severed and they still had a deep connection.
Golden light shone in the night sky, and a ladder appeared out of thin air, descending to the earth.
But no one in the Three Realms saw such a miracle.
Zhang Tiansheng walked forward with his hands behind his back, climbing the ladder step by step, and turned back as if to signal Li Yuan to follow.
Hearing Li Yuan's question, Lao Zhang paused slightly.
"She was destined to fall into the River of Oblivion forever, but you overturned cause and effect and saved her."
"In a few years, I will be able to break free from the cycle of reincarnation and come to find you."
Zhang Tiansheng’s meaning was very clear. Even if Li Yuan rescued Yue Wei from the Wangchuan River, Yue Wei had been soaking in the river for millions of years, and the impact would be too great.
One has to go through several lifetimes of worldly baptism and erase the invisible influence of the Wangchuan River before it is possible to revive past memories and return completely.
The day when Li Yuan revives should be approaching soon. That girl is determined to find her master. This obsession has spanned eternity and I'm afraid it will never go away.
Li Yuan nodded, feeling a little relieved.
As for the Fuguang Mountain God...
Thinking of that extremely slippery mountain god, Lao Zhang's expression unexpectedly became unusually strange, with a hint of anger and a hint of amusement at the same time:
"Since your earthly death, Fu Guang has taken the initiative to apply to the Heavenly Court to resign... Now he should be serving as a subordinate of the Heavenly Demon in Anshan, guarding Anshan loyally."
Speaking of the word loyalty, Lao Zhang seemed to clench his teeth.
After hearing this, Li Yuan also looked strange.
Is this guy addicted to being a loyal guard? The sense of substitution is too strong!
"Forget it, leave him alone."
"Follow me and ascend to heaven. It is time for a new era to begin."
Zhang Tiansheng walked on the golden ladder and disappeared into the world step by step.
Li Yuan also climbed up the ladder. When he was about to leave, he looked back at the several graves on the low hill and gently waved his hand, as if saying goodbye formally.