Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 456 - 369: Becoming Immortal

Chapter 456: Chapter 369: Becoming Immortal

Moon.

An inhospitable wasteland devoid of any inhabitants for billions of years.

Yet at this moment, a man without the aid of any technological equipment and merely dressed in a thin robe, sat casually atop a crater ridge with temperatures of 150°C.

Behind him, on the cliff below, three swords were firmly planted in the desolate and barren landscape of the lunar surface.

One of them, entirely crimson as if it were an ever-changing blood shadow, continuously emitted strange and eerie light.

To the right of the blood-red longsword, there was another sword shrouded in darkness as if it intended to devour all light around it.

At this moment, the black sword vibrated gently, as though trying to emit a sword’s hum, anticipating the upcoming battle.

To the right of the black sword, there was a silver-colored broken sword no larger than the palm of a hand.

Feeling the continuous vibrations from the black sword, an ancient thought emanated from the silver broken sword, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Can’t you use your thoughts to convey messages?"

You have already reached the second transmission; your thoughts are powerful enough. With the right method, you can make others comprehend your Sword Intent..."

Under the guidance of the broken sword, Bai Yiyi, who had transformed into the black sword, quickly erupted with a burst of Sword Intent, "Old man, stop blathering nonsense. How could I possibly not know how to do this? It’s just that I’ve changed my form and the environment today, and I’m a little unaccustomed to it."

The broken sword of Emei replied coldly, "You little devil, don’t you think you’re too arrogant and conceited?"

Bai Yiyi laughed, "You think I’m too arrogant?"

My disciple is the number one person in the world. I’ve fought alongside him, undefeated under the heavens. Why can’t I be arrogant?"

"If you could teach a number one disciple in the world, I bet you would be even more arrogant than I am."

The broken sword felt an urge to beat Bai Yiyi, but looking at Lin Xing’s silhouette above, it had to admit that there seemed to be some truth in what he said.

It didn’t bother to argue and simply changed the subject, "Do you know what Lin Xing is planning to do? Isn’t he supposed to fight the Immortal?"

As the two swords conversed, Lin Xing on the crater ridge had already slowly risen to his feet.

A divine radiance suddenly blazed from his eyes, and a darkness formed by a dense array of black runes spread out from the lunar surface beneath him in all directions.

Seeing the darkness surge like a tsunami, the broken sword was slightly taken aback, "Something seems off about his state."

Lin Xing’s condition was indeed very odd.

In fact, as the time neared the moment of cosmic change, he felt more and more that his consciousness and thoughts were being influenced by something, something from the future.

If he had been an ordinary person with no cultivation whatsoever, Lin Xing might have suffered an immediate collapse of consciousness at the first encounter with this force, plummeting into death.

But the Lin Xing of now had reached the pinnacle in his abilities, realm, and Taoist arts.

Under the influence of this future power, he had begun to vaguely see what it was.

"My time-space capability does indeed originate from the future."

"And it’s not some superpower bestowed from the heavens; it’s a legacy."

"Just like the legacies of Daoist Child, Sword Hero, and Independent Immortal..."

"Only this legacy’s power is far too great, it far exceeds the limits of the Three Transmission Masters."

"Is it the fifth? Or even a higher-level legacy?"

Lin Xing couldn’t determine the exact rank of the legacy, but he could vaguely sense the profound power within it that spanned time and space, which recorded countless supreme secrets of the world.

In the past, Lin Xing possessed only a third of this time-space legacy, never able to perceive its full scope as he could now.

Although deeply attracted by this legacy, he did not delve into it right away.

Instead, over the past few days, he had been continuously resisting its influence and, throughout the process, mixed with the refining of the demonic energy from Kunlun Mountain to train his willpower, trying to adapt to the power of the legacy.

Until the day of the cosmic change, the day when spiritual epiphanies surged.

Right here and now, Lin Xing had traveled to the Moon, to this empty expanse where he could display his powers without restraint.

He finally no longer resisted the power of inheritance, allowing it to flood into the depths of his consciousness, exploding madly within his thoughts like a tsunami.

And during this process, while feeling the power of this inheritance, Lin Xing became even more aware of the emotions contained within it.

He felt the anger, the hatred, the pain, the helplessness... and endless madness.

Xingxiao’s shadow said in a deep voice by his side, "Since ancient times, the higher the realm, the stronger the demonic thoughts."

"Like if a mortal attempted to forcibly absorb the memories of a Three Transmission Master, he would risk mental imbalance and the collapse of his consciousness."

He knew that Lin Xing of past generations had gone completely mad under the assault of these emotions, ultimately leading to the collapse of their thoughts as well.

At this moment, as the emotions contained in the inheritance surged forth, this thing Xingxiao referred to as demonic thoughts also continuously contaminated Lin Xing’s Primordial Spirit.

One could see his face veins bursting, and the earth within several miles fluctuated wildly under his increasingly chaotic thoughts, turning cliffs into valleys, flat land into mountains and rivers... seemingly symbolizing the emotional turmoil within him.

As his thoughts and consciousness were continuously bombarded by the super-temporal inheritance, even his originally extremely solid and powerful Pure Yang Primordial Spirit showed signs of fracturing at this moment.

The Sect Leader’s Broken Sword sensed this scene from afar, appearing slightly startled, then sighed, "His Pure Yang Primordial Spirit is beginning to collapse."

"This guy’s done for."

Bai Yiyi’s heart tightened upon hearing this, and she said through gritted teeth, "Lin Xing is my disciple; he won’t fail like this."

But the Sect Leader’s Broken Sword mercilessly said, "The Pure Yang Primordial Spirit of the kid, tempered and refined a thousand times, is an anomaly that has never appeared from ancient times to this day. But even such a formidable Primordial Spirit beginning to dissipate shows how much pressure he is facing now. After the Primordial Spirit collapses, there will be no more chances..."

As the Sect Leader’s Broken Sword’s judgment was spoken, everything seemed to be happening as he described.

Lin Xing’s Primordial Spirit weakened continuously, the black runes that had spread out were shrinking and dissipating, and the fluctuating earth also gradually ceased as the power of the Primordial Spirit drained away.

Even his physical body began to lose control due to the collapse of the Primordial Spirit.

Clusters of blood mist burst from his body, and his limbs started to become uncoordinated, even twisted and deformed.

Whether it was his physical body or Primordial Spirit, Lin Xing was crumbling, fracturing, and losing control under the impact of the inheritance, steadily advancing towards complete annihilation.

The process was getting faster and more severe.

Had Lin Xing failed like this?

Was his consciousness about to be entirely extinguished?

Just as the Sect Leader’s Broken Sword was making this judgment, in the next instant, he sensed Lin Xing’s condition in an inconceivable way.

"What?!"

And in his perception, Lin Xing’s already severely damaged Pure Yang Primordial Spirit suddenly burst forth from his body, leaving his physical existence.

Immediately after, while the Primordial Spirit continued to fracture and collapse, the incessant outpouring pieces of the Primordial Spirit began to undergo a transformation.

A strange transformation.

The fragments of the Primordial Spirit were gradually covered by the black runes, then they began to reassemble, to reorganize.

"How is this possible?!" the Sect Leader’s Broken Sword exclaimed in shock: "Is he reassembling his Primordial Spirit?!"

Over the past ten days or so, he had already sensed that Lin Xing was undergoing physical transformation at the summit of Kunlun Mountain.

His physical body had been reassembled and tempered countless times, gradually transforming into something neither human nor artifact.

If the Sect Leader’s Broken Sword had to describe it... it was a magical treasure; that was the feeling Lin Xing’s physical body gave him.

But he had never imagined Lin Xing was not only reassembling his body, but now he also dared to reassemble his Primordial Spirit.

The Sect Leader’s Broken Sword said in disbelief, "The Primordial Spirit is where the thoughts reside, can even a collapsed Primordial Spirit be reassembled?"

Perhaps in response to the Sect Leader’s Broken Sword, or perhaps just the spread of his own will, Lin Xing’s heartfelt voice resonated in the minds of those present.

"All the methods of cultivation... the will is the first."

"Even if the body collapses, even if the Primordial Spirit shatters, as long as the will remains unextinguished, the thoughts can regather, power can be reborn, and a person can be reborn!"

"A person... can become an Immortal!"