NFBE Chapter 600 I'll Change My Fate with Heaven, Heaven Shall Not Hinder Me
Chapter 600 I'll Change My Fate with Heaven, Heaven Shall Not Hinder Me
Seeing Gong Yuan enveloped in dense demonic energy, Shen Suan Zhenren's frail body trembled violently.
The old man's withered hands trembled violently, and he could barely hold the tortoise shell in his hands.
Several copper coins collided within the tortoise shell, emitting a chaotic and noisy sound. The energy within them was tangled together, seemingly forever indistinguishable and unsolvable.
The old man closed his eyes in sorrow, no longer looking at the "cocoon" in front of him.
There is still work to be done.
A resolute look appeared in the old man's aged and weary eyes. He slowly looked at the aura surrounding him and Gong Yuan, an aura that only the villains could see.
In the eyes of the Calculating Master, the tangled energies and causal relationships resembled countless colorful threads, stringing together all the copper coins in the hands of him and his disciple. Some were chaotically intertwined, while others were severed halfway through.
He needs to find the right line.
He needs to see the thread that strings all the coins together correctly, and then see the final result...
Thinking of this, the old man grabbed his tortoise shell with one hand and reached forward with the other to pick up the copper coins scattered on the ground one by one.
"Lanlan will bring him back," the old man comforted himself, then gave a gentle, sorrowful smile.
"I will take responsibility for the consequences of this period of time for you."
The moment the old man finished speaking, the causal energy that had been wrapped around the copper coin of Gong Yuan instantly transformed into hundreds of sharp needles that pierced into the body of Shen Suan Zhenren, almost turning him into a hedgehog. He looked even more miserable than the wooden dummy being tested for acupuncture in an ordinary clinic.
Zhu He, who had been watching this side, couldn't help but speak up:
"Uncle!"
Shen Suan Zhenren gently waved his hand at the young man, indicating that he should not worry.
The old man looked at the many "long needles" inserted into his body and actually revealed a self-deprecating smile.
If you rashly accept someone else's divination and still survive, how can that not be considered a blessing from heaven?
The old man slightly curled the corners of his mouth, and slowly and resolutely picked up all the copper coins on the ground, as well as the tortoise shell that had fallen to the ground.
"Heaven and earth are in harmony, yin and yang are in balance." Master Shen Suan gently shook Gong Yuan's tortoise shell.
"As master and disciple, our destinies are intertwined."
Shen Suan Zhenren suddenly remembered what Gong Yuan looked like when he was a child. His eldest disciple was someone he had foreseen and snatched from the human world. If he hadn't suddenly appeared, the six-year-old Gong Yuan would have accompanied the son of the prefect to the capital to study, displayed his talents in the capital's academies, been appointed as an official, and entered the cabinet.
He would be a very happy mortal.
The tortoise shell in his hand rattled as it was shaken, and within it, the fates of all beings in the Yuanming Realm churned.
The old man slowly raised his head to look at the black cocoon opposite him, and the innocent and cheerful voice of his young disciple Qi Song floated into his ears:
"Master, the changes in the energy of the human world are countless and cannot be fully calculated, nor can their absolute nature be known..."
"Isn't it wishful thinking for us to try to calculate everything in the world?"
What did he say at the time?
Gan Lin, dressed in a light pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), tiptoed, grabbed Qi Song by the ear, and dragged him away. Shen Suan Zhenren, unable to stop laughing, looked at the disciples surrounding him and said:
People always say that we should do our best and leave the rest to fate.
"But how can we cultivators entrust everything to fate?"
Shen Suan Zhenren gently stroked the head of Liu Yiyi, who was sitting next to him.
Shen Suan Zhenren looked at the black cocoon opposite him and slowly spoke, his voice hoarse like the howling wind in the desert:
"Those who glimpse the secrets of heaven can alter destiny..."
"The one who changes destiny is a man of great talent..."
A bright red tinge appeared at the corner of the old man's lips:
"The mandate of heaven has changed, and human affairs are now complete."
"To exchange one's fate with Heaven..."
"Heaven, do not stop me!"
As the old man finished speaking, a clear and vibrant energy suddenly rippled across the entire altar. Shen Suan Zhenren burned all the life force within his body, converging it into a light-colored long arrow aimed at Gong Yuan.
The long arrow, radiating vitality, pierced the black cocoon, and from the exposed part, beautiful peach blossoms sprouted.
Those are the peach blossoms of Suandao Peak, peach blossoms that grow in Gong Yuan's memory.
A hole was torn in the black cocoon, and Shen Suan Zhenren saw Gong Yuan's pale face. The young man was quietly sleeping in the demonic energy, and his brows were furrowed in pain as he dreamed of something.
"Yuan'er..."
The arrows formed from anger slowly dissipated, turning into several beams of white light that entered Gong Yuan's body. The Calculating Master slowly spoke:
"Don't forget who you are."
A white rain of light fell within the space of the magic core. The life force drawn from people's bodies was soft and gentle, and it felt slightly cool when it landed in one's hand.
Xue Lan withdrew her hand, suppressing the pain in her eyes.
"Senior Brother Gong has already been pulled into the Demon Core Space. We need to find him before the Demon God enters."
"Okay!" Xue Tong wiped away her tears and nodded emphatically.
"let's go."
Gong Yuan was not far from Xue Lan and the other person. Following the rain of light that the life force had transformed into, the two people saw Gong Yuan in less than an incense stick's time.
But something about Gong Yuan in front of me is not right.
The middle-aged man's face still resembled Gong Yuan's, only now it showed signs of age and hardship.
He was wearing a crimson official robe and looked at Xue Lan and the other two with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"May I ask, ladies, where is this place?"
The middle-aged man exuded elegance and refinement in every gesture. Xue Tong couldn't help but glance at Xue Lan and transmitted her voice:
"What's going on here?"
Xue Lan hasn't fully unleashed her divine sense yet, and can only vaguely perceive the aura of the person in front of her.
The woman's voice was clear, cool, and soothing:
"He is Gong Yuan, but he seems to have some memories that don't belong to this point in time."
The woman slowly took a step forward, and her pair of crystal-clear gray eyes appeared in front of Gong Yuan. The young man was a little scared and took two steps back. Her purple official robe was eye-catching.
Xue Lan couldn't help but sigh:
"If I'm not mistaken, this is Gong Yuan, who wasn't accepted as a disciple by my senior master."
Gong Yuan, who had a successful career in the mortal world, was now middle-aged.
Xue Tong's eyes stung again, and the girl glanced at the middle-aged man before turning her face away.
In another possibility, Gong Yuan would have already achieved great success, but unfortunately, this Gong Yuan...
He lost his beloved at a young age and was tortured by the demons until he became that horrible figure.
How can one not feel heartbroken?
"So what do we do now? Should we take him away before the demon god arrives?" Xue Tong asked, looking at Xue Lan.
Xue Lan gently shook her head:
"Xiaotong, I already said..."
The woman slowly raised her hand and pointed to a figure standing less than four or five feet behind Gong Yuan.
It was an extremely thin man dressed in black with a strange smile on his face.
As Xue Lan spoke, a giant blood-red eye slowly emerged from the sky, its blood-red pupil constantly rotating, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
Xue Lan gave the young man a strange smile:
"It's about to begin!"