The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1448 - 626: A Dream of Three Thousand Years, How Much Gold Lost!

Chapter 1448: Chapter 626: A Dream of Three Thousand Years, How Much Gold Lost!

In a corner.

A dark shadow kept coughing incessantly.

Amid the bubbles of cough, there seemed to be specks of blood.

"Reincarnation... what exactly is missing?"

San Sheng was puzzled.

With his Talent, even the Heavenly Emperor was far inferior to him.

The closer he got to reincarnation, the more he felt that he was further away from it.

Even if the Sword of Oblivion were successfully forged, presumably, reincarnation would still be out of reach.

"San Sheng, the reincarnation you pursue is different from what we conceive; it is a dead end.

It’s better to change... Jing."

The voice within the Jade Slip had been silent for many years, but finally, a sliver of a message was conveyed.

"Jing" was dead.

Jing’s Dao was still there, only not complete.

Thus, "Jing" thought that San Sheng could walk His Dao and find the true "Jing."

All things are silent, yet I am not.

San Sheng furrowed his brows and waved his hand: "After already dying, why are there so many echoes remaining?"

The Jade Slip suddenly fell silent.

The Dao that San Sheng sought was reincarnation.

As for "Jing," it could freeze all things in the state of his contemplation, which is not what San Sheng was searching for.

"What... exactly am I lacking from reincarnation?"

San Sheng muttered, and at this moment, he began to cough violently, coughing up a large pool of blood.

The power of Wu Fa was still corroding him; he was extremely weak now.

Suddenly, San Sheng raised his head, with his Black Robe fluttering.

"Have you arrived?"

In the not far distance stood a young woman holding a blood-colored Longsword.

The woman had a cold expression and a serious gaze.

Even though the dark shadow was extremely weak now, she still treated it seriously.

After all, a slight mistake could lead to a fall into an abyss.

Not to mention, the opponent was very mysterious.

She was also manipulating her and her mentor’s fate.

With the fall of San Sheng’s voice, the war began silently.

This was a Dao Lord’s battle.

Even to say, not an ordinary Dao Lord.

Although San Sheng was affected by the karma of Wu Fa, unable to exert even a fraction of his power, slaughtering an average Tao God was a breeze.

Meanwhile, Wu Shi wielded the enhanced Sword of Oblivion.

Their clash could overturn the Universe.

However, the fight between the two was urgent and swift, not even shattering this mountain, simply a contest of Dao principles, of the Great Dao.

Devouring, oblivion, cycle, and so on.

"Who are you, and how do you also understand the power of devouring?"

Wu Shi already had the upper hand.

But she was not the least bit joyful.

The foundation shown by the other party was too astonishing.

If the opponent wasn’t so weak, she would stand no chance at all.

"My name... is Reincarnation."

San Sheng’s form grew more and more illusory and evanescent.

Even without Wu Shi’s assassination, he would eventually, one day, turn into an illusion and return to Wu Fa completely.

It was a Curse, the curse of Wu Fa.

The blood-colored sword slashed as if it could devour everything in the world, even Wu Fa was devoured by it.

The sword finally pierced through San Sheng’s hand, puncturing the back of his hand.

His blood, at this moment, also fused into the Sword of Oblivion.

A hoarse voice echoed at this moment.

"Between the cycle and reincarnation, what exactly is missing?"

"Death?"

Until this moment, he still carried an obsession, wishing to see the path ahead clearly.

But even in death, he could not see reincarnation.

What he lacked from reincarnation, exactly, was what.

"Who exactly are you?"

Wu Shi’s blood-colored Longsword trembled, and in this moment, the Black Robe covering the face was lifted.

A face, weak and pale, yet extremely familiar, appeared in Wu Shi’s eyes.

Wu Shi’s eyes widened dramatically, as a look of disbelief spread across her face.

"Master?"

The end of "Three Lives".

...

"What you lack is the Netherworld."

Atop Ten Thousand Gods Mountain, Qi Yuan opened his eyes.

Innumerable memories poured into his mind at this moment.

His eyes were momentarily filled with confusion, melancholy, and

Sword Disciple, wealth, and San Sheng.

These three lifetimes, which he experienced while creating the Three Pure Ones, can be considered a part of his past.

"I didn’t expect to encounter little Wu Shi within the Three Pure Ones technique."

Recalling every moment spent with Wu Shi, Qi Yuan found it quite interesting.

But on second thought, it’s quite normal.

After all, Wu Shi is his Divine Child.

There’s a bond between them, so it’s normal for them to meet.

However, Wu Shi was later captured by San Sheng, who devoured the Dao Lord’s Dao Fruit.

Bits and pieces of past memories surfaced.

Qi Yuan’s eyes were calm.

"So above Yang Five, there is Yang Six."

"The cycle is just the beginning of reincarnation."

At this moment, Qi Yuan waved his hand and a Jade Slip fell into his grasp.

This Jade Slip was the game Jade Slip.

"Turns out this Jade Slip has a name, called Jingjing, no... there’s also a part of San Sheng, growing a bit of a brain."

The game Jade Slip, also known as "Jing," was taken by San Sheng.

Latter, San Sheng was killed by Wu Shi.

A part of San Sheng fell into the Sword of Oblivion, another part entered the game Jade Slip, together with Jing forming the game Jade Slip.

"So, this game Jade Slip is a part of me."

"Ah, my head is a bit dizzy."

"Am I the future of San Sheng?"

"Or is it that San Sheng is a part of me?"

Qi Yuan muttered to himself.

Although he was very smart, he did not like to use his brain.

Using his brain was for devising grand plans.

"These things are not important."

A moment later, Qi Yuan understood something.

For Jing, the so-called time does not exist.

Past, present, and future, all are frozen at one point.

For San Sheng, who fancied mastering reincarnation, the so-called cause and effect also do not exist.

He created history, edited history, or to put it another way...

Qi Yuan is an observer.

If he did not observe that period of history, then... that period of history might as well not truly exist.

Just like to an ant, which does not recognize Qi Yuan.

Therefore, to the ant, Qi Yuan is illusory, not truly existing.

And that segment of history, to Qi Yuan, is like Qi Yuan to an ant.

"The reason why San Sheng’s reincarnation failed is because... he didn’t have the Netherworld."

"Without the Netherworld, how could there be reincarnation?"

This logic, the Blue Star People all know.

The Netherworld is an indispensable part of reincarnation.

San Sheng suffered from the lack of education.

Although San Sheng was created by Qi Yuan’s Three Pure Ones technique with immense talent, a clever mind, and handsome looks.

But as the original being, Qi Yuan considered himself not inferior to San Sheng.

After all, he has a bachelor’s degree, while San Sheng does not.

He also has property deeds, marriage certificate, mental health certification, none of which San Sheng possesses.

"Indeed, San Sheng failed in reincarnation because he never experienced the influences of nine years of compulsory education."

"I am different, I have the Netherworld, if I want to go through reincarnation... it would be a piece of cake."

"With the Netherworld, things like the Ten Halls Yama are all available, only lacking the Forgetfulness River."

"Huh, where did my river run off to?"

"The Milky Way? The Galaxy?"

"No, the Cosmic Mother River!"

Only the Cosmic Mother River, which can revive the creatures of the universe, resembles the Forgetfulness River that Qi Yuan lost.

"Now, I have surpassed the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations."

Qi Yuan feels his own strength.

Compared to the peak San Sheng, there’s still a long way to go.

But having undergone the Three Calamities and Three Tribulations, his power is extraordinary, and with the Sword of Oblivion, he can be said to be invincible beneath Yang Six.

Even facing Yang Six, with the Sword of Oblivion, he dares to contend.

Not to mention, the moment he steps into reincarnation, his strength would probably instantly surpass peak San Sheng.

"Feng Ye, how long have I been in seclusion?"

At this moment, Qi Yuan inquired.

Of course, he could know if he sensed the information particles.

But he was lazy.

"Your Highness, have you concluded your seclusion?"

"Your Highness, you’ve been in seclusion for a total of three thousand years!"

Feng Ye said respectfully.

"Three thousand years? That long? Alas, such a small increase in strength."

Qi Yuan was somewhat disappointed.

As the saying goes, time is money, and he had lost much gold.

"In these three thousand years, has anything important happened?" Qi Yuan asked.

"Your Highness, the Black Sky God Lord came looking for you, but you were in seclusion." Feng Ye answered seriously, slowing down his speech, "The Black Sky God Lord said, he considers the debt of gratitude to you, erased."