Chapter 849 - 404: Ephemeral Existence Amid Heaven and Earth! The World Never Lacks New Kings

Chapter 849: Chapter 404: Ephemeral Existence Amid Heaven and Earth! The World Never Lacks New Kings

The sky is just starting to lighten, the dawn barely visible, and the mountain fog has not dispersed.

Zhang Fan has already left Jile Villa.

Zhenwu Mountain is one of the Ten Great Daoist Mountains, a Blessed Land Cave Heaven with spiritual essence throughout the surroundings. Besides being a 5A scenic area itself, the surrounding small and large mountains and waters are also beautiful. Countless Great Alchemists have hidden themselves among the nearby peaks to cultivate throughout history.

Taking advantage of the early light, while the Great Moon is dimly suspended yet to fall, and sunlight faintly pierces the sky, he takes a deep breath of mountain air straight into his nose, filling his abdomen with a distinct coolness.

Walking upon the mountain form, seeing nature, both body and mind at peace, forgetting oneself—this too is cultivation.

At this moment, Zhang Fan is alone, walking in the mountain, without even bringing a cellphone,

In his eyes, there’s only this mountain, only this water, only this sky, only this earth.

An empty mind and no thoughts, devoid of all techniques—that is Dao.

This feeling is very similar to the day he was on Zhenwu Mountain, where his Primordial Spirit returned, awakening from a great dream.

"In a distant place, there’s a maiden..."

"Whose name is Yeliah."

"It’s said that her eyes..."

"Make you younger when you look at them."

...

At this moment, a melodious, nostalgic song faintly echoes through the mountain, causing Zhang Fan to instinctively stop in his tracks, stunned.

He perks up his ears and follows the music.

"If you receive her embrace..."

"You will never grow old."

"For this magical legend..."

"I must strive to find her."

...

The melodious, nostalgic music becomes ever clearer by Zhang Fan’s ear. As he crosses a secluded path, his view suddenly broadens, and the music amplifies instantly.

"Yeliah! Mysterious Yeliah!"

"Yeli Yeliah! Yeliah!"

"Mysterious Yeliah!"

"I must find her!"

...

Through the dense forest, a lush green tea garden emerges before him, and the melodious music reverberates over the tea fields. In the distance, an elderly man akin to a farmer sits on a large green stone, holding a wide-screen phone in one hand and a bottle of...

Zero-sugar ice cola!?

The elder rhythmically sways his body, tilting his head to sip the ice cola, smacking his lips with a pleasant aftertaste.

Zhang Fan is stunned; the farmer-like elder looks extremely familiar, evidently he is...

"Chu... Chu Zhenren!?"

Zhang Fan exclaims out loud, feeling that the scene before him looks somewhat peculiar no matter how he sees it.

At this moment, the melodious, nostalgic music abruptly stops.

Chu Chaoran sets down the phone, turns his head to look, the hazy mist showing the elderly figure yet seeming somewhat ethereal and towering.

"Zhang, come over here."

Zhang Fan gazes at Chu Chaoran, takes a deep breath; seeing this Pure Yang Zhenren again, his feelings are entirely different.

Last time, on Zhenwu Mountain, his Primordial Spirit had just awakened, ignorant, completely unaware of this Daoist Sect’s Optimus Prime’s weight.

Seeing him again now is like a small ant gazing at the blue sky.

"Zhenren!"

Zhang Fan steps closer, bows with respect; who could have imagined the farmer-like elder before him is today’s world’s first expert, a living Pure Yang Zhenren.

At this moment, he is filled with complex emotions, never expecting to encounter the present-day preeminent figure of the Pure Yang Wuji Realm here.

"Zhang, it’s been over a year, you’ve gained quite a bit of weight." Chu Chaoran chuckles lightly.

"Zhenren, you jest. My weight has been maintained quite well." Zhang Fan says awkwardly.

At his age, managing his weight, he’s no longer growing or developing.

"I meant your Primordial Spirit!" Chu Chaoran lightly lifts his eyelid, smiles broadly: "Good food, right!"

Upon these words, the smile on Zhang Fan’s face completely freezes.

"Zhenren..."

Zhang Fan hesitates, he came to Zhenwu Mountain this time to attend the so-called apprenticeship ceremony but really wanted to consult this living Zhenren about many pressing questions in his heart, especially regarding the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate and the Three Corpses Calamity.

Originally, Zhang Fan thought about waiting for the ceremony to end before finding an opportunity, but unexpectedly, the opportunity has come today.

"The sun has risen..."

At this moment, Chu Chaoran’s voice pulls Zhang Fan’s thoughts back to reality.

In the east, a round red sun leaps up, sunlight pouring forth, dispelling the morning mist, cloaking the Pure Yang Zhenren in a light layer of gold.

"The morning sun is always so beautiful... Zhang, you should see more of the night scenery." Chu Chaoran watches the sunrise and suddenly speaks.

Zhang Fan pauses, a deep meaning flashes in his eyes, yet he nods, lightly hums in agreement.

"Without enduring the long dark night, how can one see the great sun rise?" Chu Chaoran sighs, suddenly says.

"Zhang, tell me, is night first, or is day first in this world?"

"Huh!?" Zhang Fan pauses, not expecting Transcendent Zhenren to ask such a strange question, immediately shakes his head.

"I don’t know."

"Then tell me, is the past first, or is the future first?" Chu Chaoran shifts the topic and asks.

"Naturally, the past is first, then the future." Zhang Fan responds casually.

"Is it?" Chu Chaoran raises his hand, points: "Look."

Zhang Fan follows his direction, sees a straight tea tree.

"What’s the matter?"

"Look again." Chu Chaoran shifts direction.

Zhang Fan glances again, to the right, there’s another tea tree, but its neck is slightly twisted.

"I don’t understand what Zhenren means."

"You first saw this straight tea tree, then saw this twisted-neck tea tree."

"Can it be said, that because of having the straight one, the twisted one exists?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan’s head buzzes as if a large bell echoes, resounding endlessly.

"Time doesn’t flow, the heavens and earth never began to grow..." Chu Chaoran suddenly says.