Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 257 - 195 Little Lin Xing

Chapter 257: Chapter 195 Little Lin Xing

"Ill?"

"Am I sick?"

Lin Xing reflected on his various memories, especially those that had just revived, starting from when he was five years old—constantly killing and being killed—and a flicker of enlightenment gradually passed through his heart.

He felt as if his originally dark sea of consciousness was illuminated by a bolt of lightning, unbearably bright.

The answer from his father in his memory suddenly awoke him, freeing him from his recent confusion.

"Time reversal, such a powerful ability, was still too much against the natural order for a mere five-year-old me."

"Naive and young, I simply couldn’t control such a superpower."

"It was because of the burden of the superpower that I, at just five years old, was driven crazy alive and developed a mental illness."

"That’s the reason why I started killing people indiscriminately at that time."

"It’s not me who’s wrong, but the superpower."

"I’m merely a victim of this superpower."

He finally understood that the fault wasn’t his own, but that damned superpower.

That superpower turned him, naive and ignorant in his youth, into an utter madman.

The original him had finally managed to forget those cruel memories, casting aside those dark pasts, and had gradually cured the madness in his heart.

But today, someone ruthlessly tore back open the wounds in his heart, causing him to be stimulated once again, enabling the illness to find him once more, and making him fall sick again just now.

"I must overcome this illness, cure the mental sickness caused by the superpower, and not let myself become like I was when I was young."

"I can’t let those memories affect me, I can’t fall sick again..."

Lin Xing suddenly clutched his head, recalling his various memories in the real world, recalling his experiences of acting chivalrously and saving lives time and again.

For how to minimize the impact of ’certain memories’ on his personality, Lin Xing had had many experiences.

For example, he used to dilute his memories of life-and-death struggles in the Mirror World by engaging in activities in the current world.

And now he was fighting the memories of when he was sick as a child.

He tried to constantly remind himself of his life in the real world to forget those memories from his childhood.

But the more Lin Xing tried to forget, the more those childhood memories surged forth relentlessly.

"It’s not my fault."

"I am just a victim too."

"I did those things without any ability to discern right from wrong."

At this moment, although Lin Xing was on the battlefield, his mind seemed to only have room for himself, as if he no longer cared about everything outside.

However, no matter how Lin Xing’s mental activities and mental state changed, the other people on the battlefield did not cease their actions.

The Great Bright Buddha was chanting the Buddha Sound, attempting to continue diminishing the malice in Lin Xing’s heart.

"Lin Xing, suppress the demonic thoughts in your body, and don’t let yourself fall back into the endless hell."

Under the influx of the Great Bright Buddha’s continuous Buddha Sound, Lin Xing, who was struggling against the illness, suddenly opened his eyes.

He glared at the Great Bright Buddha, his eyes alternating between coldness and pain, but he always found the Buddha Sound so noisy.

Lin Xing couldn’t help but speak out, "What demonic thoughts? I was just sick back then."

The Great Bright Buddha was slightly stunned, then spoke with a smile, "You were indeed sick back then, you made grave mistakes because your true nature was obscured; that wasn’t the real you. You should have awakened by now. I’m here to help capture the demonic thoughts inside you."

Under the rippling Buddha Light, a struggling demonic shadow seemed to continually flow out of Lin Xing’s body.

Witnessing this, Lin Xing unexpectedly said, "You’re right, that wasn’t the real me. I shouldn’t be dwelling on those childhood memories, I should forget the past and look to the future."

At this moment, Lin Xing felt as if those revived memories were gradually becoming blurred.

The Great Bright Buddha continued, "Since you are my reincarnation, with profound Buddha roots, you will surely be able to cast aside the butcher knife and achieve Buddhahood then and there."

However, Lin Xing’s expression suddenly changed, and he coldly retorted, "Bullshit, I merely went crazy; I’m not some damn Buddha."

The Great Bright Buddha slightly furrowed his brow, "The demonic thoughts are still affecting you, think about what the real you is like, don’t be controlled by it."

Under the surge of Buddha Light, the Great Bright Buddha reached out and seemed to gradually pull out a twisted shadow from Lin Xing’s body, bit by bit.

The Great Bright Buddha said, "See, I have already pulled out your inner demon."

A serene smile appeared on Lin Xing’s face, "It’s been ten years, time to let go. I shouldn’t fall sick again."

Layers of Buddha Light, along with the will of the Great Bright Buddha, enveloped Lin Xing, "Let go, yes... let go..."

Elsewhere, Yun Hezi erupted with bursts of Innate Gang Qi, continuously locking onto Lin Xing’s body and binding him in mid-air.

But through his perception, although Lin Xing’s face appeared peaceful and serene, his body’s muscles were undulating back and forth as if countless dragons were struggling and bursting within.

It was as if his head and body were controlled by two different wills.

Yun Hezi shouted, "Is it done? How much longer?"

After the Xingxiao Sect Leader used a talisman to suppress Lin Xing’s physical body, he first picked up the secret manual that had fallen to the ground.

Then he watched every slight change in Lin Xing.

At this moment, he responded, "Hold on a bit longer, it should be almost enough..."

Boom!

Just then, accompanied by a sound, blinding firelight suddenly erupted from Lin Xing’s body.

...

Not long ago.

Bai Yiyi watched the scene on the screen, her mouth occasionally falling open with a sound of awe.

"Lin Xing is this powerful now? Can he really take on the Evil-cutting Sect Master and Fairy Yunxiao by himself?"

"I really have a way with disciples."

"The power of modern weapons combined with Sword Control Technique is truly immense, Lin Xing, just a Sword Hero, is suppressing everyone."

"Thanks to my full planning, such clever calculation."

"Has the Great Bright Buddha made a move?"

"Hmph, that’s all he can do?"

"Eh? What’s wrong with Lin Xing?"

Watching Lin Xing on the screen surrounded by countless battling corpses, Bai Yiyi widened her eyes and sighed, "Is this... Sword Control Technique?"

Bai Yiyi felt a sense of strangeness in her heart because, in her memory, Lin Xing was not the kind to do such things.

And the situation suddenly took a dire turn.

Lin Xing, who was just prevailing, was bound by various methods in a blink of an eye, the whole person suspended in mid-air and seemingly unable to move.

Seeing Lin Xing holding his head, appearing to be in pain, Bai Yiyi sighed, "It’s a good thing I’m here to back you up, otherwise, what would you do, my disciple?"

As Bai Yiyi gently pressed a button, blinding firelight exploded from Lin Xing’s body, forming into a huge fireball that rose from the battlefield.

...

A moment ago, Lin Xing was struggling against the mental diseases triggered by resurgent memories and felt very successful, as if he was gradually getting rid of the influence of those memories.

But the next moment, a fire engulfed his body; the intense flames and explosion swallowed everything.

"Did Master Bai trigger the explosives?"

"Has time reversed?"

"But my memories will come with me, right?"

"I must continue to fight the disease, I can’t lose myself again..."

Amidst prolonged thought, Lin Xing felt this death seemed a bit too long.

When Lin Xing came to, he found himself back at the moment he was fighting with three unseen masters.

He remembered one of them should be the Great Bright Buddha, another should be Yun Hezi, who had just dueled with him, and one who hadn’t shown themselves from the beginning, always using talismans.

As he saw the pools of blood on the ground once more in his spiritual vision, Lin Xing, in some pain, pressed his forehead and inwardly sighed, "Sorry, I couldn’t control myself just now."

"But now I’m alright, I won’t kill indiscriminately anymore."

But the very next moment, the light of the Buddha, Gang Qi, and talismans came at him, dragging Lin Xing’s attention back into the fray.

"I remember..." Lin Xing tried to dodge amidst the gaps in these attacks, pulling from his memory.

But just then, a voice suddenly rang out in his ear, "A three-resurrection cycle, you can’t win."

Lin Xing stiffened in disbelief, and when he turned around, he saw a head floating in the air, darting back and forth around him.

"You!"

Seeing a face identical to his own from childhood, Lin Xing said in disbelief, "What are you!"

The child’s head said, "I am you."

Then the child’s head said with some confusion, "But I don’t know why, after this regression, I became like this."

Lin Xing murmured, "Are you me from ten years ago? Why would you come out? Why is there only a head left?"

Thinking of the time before time reversed, how he was surrounded by several invisible masters, and even when fighting the disease, being constantly interfered with by the brightness of the Buddha,

Lin Xing shouted, "Great Bright Buddha! What have you done!"

"What have you done to me!!"

Bursting streaks of Sword Intent rose, bringing up hundreds of sandstone flying swords, slashing toward every direction.

Little Lin Xing, however, said, "You’re wrong; the regression is complete, they haven’t done anything to me yet."

"You should be asking what they want to do to me."

Lin Xing turned around and glared at Little Lin Xing, then suddenly pointed his finger, and a flying sword made of sand and dirt stabbed violently towards him.

But the next moment, the flying sword stopped in front of Little Lin Xing’s head, and a strong sense of death rose from Lin Xing’s heart.

Lin Xing muttered, "Killing him is suicide? Can’t I kill him?"

Little Lin Xing looked at the flying sword and said, "Why stop? Aren’t you going to trigger the regression?"

Lin Xing coldly said, "I won’t commit suicide, I will overcome the disease, and I won’t go mad again."

Little Lin Xing’s eyes flashed with contemplation, "Oh? Your regression can’t be triggered by suicide?"