The Carefree Ancestor remained motionless, without any expression,
"As long as he’s still in this world, he can certainly be found, it just requires so more ti. Since he’s taken the Supre Dharma Orbiting Device, he surely has a purpose. With purpose, there’s direction, and with direction, there’s flaw. Soone with such calculation and skill cannot hide in this world."
The Carefree Ancestor pondered slightly,
"He took the heavenly thunder of the Azure Heaven Dao, perhaps to use the Supre Dharma Orbiting Device to investigate its origins. There are many places associated with that heavenly thunder, keep a close watch on them."
"No problem!"
Celestial Venerable Yu Chen felt stifled. He thought if he had another chance, he would definitely not lose to that guy.
The Carefree Ancestor glanced at him, "I hope this ti you understand what’s truly important and what’s not."
Celestial Venerable Yu Chen nodded respectfully, "I won’t forget the ancestor’s teachings."
The Carefree Ancestor closed his eyes, and a neat space fissure swallowed him whole.
Celestial Venerable Yu Chen’s eyes were focused, and with a shift, he vanished from the spot.
The vast Carefree Palace fell into silence.
...
"This is quite serious!"
On a certain street in Bixu City, Daluo Continent, a young Daoist suddenly halted his steps, finger counting away. Monts later, his eyes filled with surprise, and he murmured to himself.
He had a proper appearance, with a beautiful pair of silkworm-like eyebrows, yet his hands were crippled.
Four fingers on the left hand, six on the right.
He wasn’t quite sure if what he had just calculated was true, so he raised his right hand, put his index finger into his mouth, bit it off sharply, chewed for a mont, and swallowed it down. Those around him witnessed this and hurriedly moved away, fearing that he had gone mad from cultivation. In the Daluo Continent, where everyone practiced immortality, such madness was all too common.
After swallowing his index finger, he began counting again. This ti, his entire deanor changed slightly, giving off an impression of being both near and far.
Yet, this ti, the result was still the sa.
He stroked his chin, pacing back and forth, which naturally disturbed other pedestrians.
"Crazy Daoist, going mad on the street!"
Soone shoved him.
He fell to the ground but didn’t mind, sitting there pondering. Until a mont later, a half pure white and half pure black cat leapt into his arms from his spine.
Suddenly, he realized,
"Destiny! He finally has touched upon destiny! The Supre Dharma Orbiting Device falling into his hands wasn’t a coincidence; it was ticulously planned. So, the results of the two calculations are exactly the sa!"
He caressed the cat in his arms and giggled foolishly.
The cat purred contentedly.
"However, the Daoist School is not to be trifled with. Their possessions are not easy to claim." He squinted, pondering, "Let see if there are any changes, just like last ti. Hmm..." So, he bit off three more of his fingers on the right hand and started counting again. The cat began licking his wounds.
He remained still until nightfall, and suddenly shouted in surprise, startling the pedestrians who cursed him loudly.
Unfazed, he stood up, made a sharp motion with his hand, creating a space fissure. Then, he vanished into it, disappearing from the spot.
The onlookers were left speechless in shock.
That... was direct spatial traversal. That mad Daoist actually wielded the Space Dao?!
...
"Finally completed."
Fan Wubing’s spirit entered his body as he gazed into the distance, the sunset glowing, the fields filled with fragrance.
"Has it been... five days?"
He hadn’t expected it to take a full five days, despite having the best conditions to practice the art of life dissolution.
Even practicing the top-tier Immortal-level "Blood Calamity Death Immortal Skill" hadn’t taken this long.
"Then again... the art of life dissolution, for an ordinary person, learning it would take years, sotis even hundreds or thousands of years. Five days is a blink of an eye."
"You’re awake." A soft voice ca to his ear.
Fan Wubing turned his head and found Gu Lan sitting upright on a nearby chair, smiling at him.
"When did Senior Sister Gu Lan co back?"
Gu Lan’s voice was gentle, "I’ve been back for half a day now. Seeing you lying still on the chair like you were asleep, I didn’t disturb you."
"You were watching all the ti?"
Gu Lan blushed, "Wouldn’t that be impolite?"
Fan Wubing shook his head with a smile, "Not at all. Watch as long as you like."
Fu Manman’s usual playful words were not sothing Gu Lan was used to. She quickly averted her gaze and stood up to leave, "I need to check on the fields."
Fan Wubing grabbed her hand, "Wait."
Startled, Gu Lan quickly retracted her hand, then thought that this may hurt her junior’s feelings, so she wanted to extend her hand again, but that seed too strange. For a mont, she didn’t know what to do and froze in place.
To speak formally,
Gu Lan and Fan Wubing had shared intimate monts, but they had never truly dated, thus there was an air of respect between them. It was the sa issue Bai Yihuan and Fu Manman had discussed before: should love co after the blooming and fruition, or should the blooming and fruition follow love?
Gu Lan and Fan Wubing’s love belonged to the latter, after the blooming and fruition.
"I... I’m sorry," Gu Lan whispered to Fan Wubing.
Fan Wubing paused slightly. At this mont, Senior Sister Gu Lan looked like a shy girl-next-door.
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