Chapter 1293: Ning Zheng of the Past

Now.

Solar System, Blue Star.

On the rooftop of a tall building, the fierce wind howled, and two people stood.

“It seems my guess was correct.”

Ning Zheng’s expression was extremely calm, looking at another “self,” with the same face, the same posture, but with completely different temperament and personality.

Clad in black, fierce, eerie, like the villain turned dark in a TV drama.

It gave off a vibe of death that advised people to stay away, exuding a sense of endless vicissitudes, obviously having endured too many unforgettable pains.

At first, Ning Zheng thought the trilateral self converged into “fate.”

They were:

1. Calamity.

2. Auspicious.

3. And the current self.

But later he discovered.

There was still a very important puzzle missing, lacking a substantive Venerable Position… so he guessed it was on the Qi Fortune Gambling Table before him.

After all, isn’t it obvious?

This is a Qi Fortune-type Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure.

It must have been forged by a Qi Fortune-type Immortal Venerable during life.

Clearly, it is the mysterious third Qi Fortune-type Venerable Position.

And combined with previous investigations of the Horror Game, it was found to be a Qi Fortune Treasure left by another “self” on the Prehistoric [Round Table] force.

This is obviously solid evidence that the prehistoric self once proved the Dao!

“You do exist, as expected.”

Ning Zheng showed a trace of calm.

Lately, he had seen too many old shadowy figures lurking in the background.

Adding one more…

Seems quite normal too.

Indeed, it’s like the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, each showing their Divine Techniques, seeing who is better at hide-and-seek, isn’t it?

“What is your name?” Ning Zheng was silent for a while before suddenly speaking.

This true Immortal Venerable Changzhen glanced at Ning Zheng and said, “Is a name important? If you must have an introduction.”

He paused, “I am the unending of time, the paradox of space, the one that life escapes.”

“I am the variable among the constants of heaven and earth, the anti-logic in the logic of all things.”

“The inconsistency in the certainty of fate.”

“I am the anomaly continuously changing in the intertwining of the [future] and [now].”

“I am special, I represent the variable in all of heaven and earth, I am the superposition state of all things, so all other Immortal Venerables cannot discover me, because I… am the inconsistency of fate.”

“My Venerable Position, they cannot find it.”

He said lightly, “But that is all I am capable of.”

Ning Zheng understood, was this authority invisibility, was he the Immortal Venerate of an escaping destiny…?

No wonder every life in the world had a destiny, only his own destiny was always 0, able to increase or decrease at will.

— A man without destiny.

No wonder no one could find him, even the painter [future] with infinite time deducing couldn’t find a trace of him, because he had proved the Dao long ago.

“The future me, you have indeed succeeded.”

Immortal Venerable Changzhen extended a finger, and endless memories flowed into Ning Zheng’s mind.

Ning Zheng carefully absorbed the infused memories.

Discovering, just as Ning Zheng had guessed.

In the prehistory, Blue Star was an ordinary civilization among many galaxies, and the prehistoric Ning Zheng had once risen on Blue Star, advancing through cultivation, eventually joining the rebellion against Immortal Venerates.

The Horror Game was his trace left behind.

[Round Table] was the organization he co-founded.

The Qi Fortune Gambling Table was his Immortal Venerate Magical Treasure, even his main body.

Their [Round Table] organization was established to resist the Immortal Venerates’ murderous game, fighting for dreams, with ideals in mind and goals ahead.

Even though he had not yet seen the [future], at this time Ning Zheng still firmly believed that the future lay on the other side of the waterfall cleaved by that Giant.

There lies a beautiful paradise.

The other side of the river is a land of freedom.

It is a beacon left to them after Xian’s fall, the morning star guiding them forward in this desperate era.

He believed that as long as they could smuggle across the border, they would surely find the free [future].

Even that they would surely rise on the other side [future], even return to reboot the desperate [past], to save the multitude ruled by Celestial Immortal Venerates, to pull them from their sufferings.

This group of idealists walked on the pain, holding dreams and braving thorns.

He had seen comrades fall on the border line to cover their retreat.

He had witnessed civilizations go mad due to collapse, a group of powerhouses carrying coffins, kneeling in the heavy snow pleading for their civilization to be spared.

Immortal Venerable Changzhen felt sorrow for these people, he firmly believed the [past] existed solely in despair, and the [future] is a road filled with flowers of various colors.

In the future, people laugh eternally, retaining eyes that do not shed tears, with all laughter never withering.

He holds a dream as simple as the painter did back then.

Heading west, they tread towards the future, across the top civilizations of various galactic systems, as companions in the [Round Table] keep dying, Immortal Venerable Changzhen remains silent, becoming more reticent, for the sake of smuggling the future, countless people willingly die over and over again.

He forged ahead carrying the dreams of countless individuals, barely succeeding in the end, managing to smuggle to the other side.

However.

As great as hope is, so is despair.

When they crossed the border line back then, what awaited them was not a vibrant future.

But the ruinous [now] of planetary tombs, an endless secret realm of barren lands, only a few scattered stars flickering dimly.

His despair can be imagined.

They were not the first batch to reach the future, they were countless batches, everywhere laid the bones of the civilizations of trailblazers.

It turns out the wicked Immortal Venerates had always pretended to not know about their border crossing intents, because they knew the opposite shore was a pit of despair, the most painful punishment for these smugglers.

Yet amid the pain and despair, Immortal Venerable Changzhen rallied his strength, burying the fallen with planetary tombstones, recalling those masses that bid them farewell with the dawn behind them.

He proved the Dao in the dire straits of [now], amid endless suffering,

“I am the inconsistency in normalcy, I am the variable in despair.”

“I want to become… the inconsistency of fate.”

With this hope, he attained Enlightenment in that dire land.

Grew among the stars, giving birth to new hope amidst barrenness, proving a special Venerable Position only witnessable in the “now” of destiny.

But he discovered…

In “now,” only for a fleeting moment.

Even after becoming an Immortal Venerate, he couldn’t really do anything, so he planned to keep going forward, fulfilling the hopes of his fellow allies, continuing towards the [future].

He decided to take the form of a Qi Fortune Gambling Table.

Any Immortal Venerate [future] is dead.

Therefore, in the [future], the Qi Fortune Gambling Table is in a fallen state.

Only by being brought to the [past] or [now] by Ning Zheng, could he revive.

Ning Zheng carefully sorted through all his past before sighing: “You knew all along, didn’t you, that I would bring you back.”

“You inevitably would bring me back,” Immortal Venerable Changzhen smiled.

The strength of this Qi Fortune Gambling Table, the Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure, mastering the changes in the laws of destiny, was enough for another future self to escort, to prove the Dao.

Even, mastering one of the Qi Fortunes, would allow better access to another Qi Fortune Venerable Position.

He had long guessed the triad fusion, with destiny emerging into the world.

Thus he was waiting, waiting for flowers to bloom amid despair.

He believed another self could take up the torch of inheritance, to the future to fulfill his dreams.

“All my life treaded on thin ice, past, present, future, finally reached the far side of the river.” he muttered.

“So then? Have we succeeded?”

Immortal Venerable Changzhen’s withered eyes flickered with childlike yearning light, “With no Destruction God future, a free and unfettered [future], tell me, what did the future you do over there.”