Novel Full Chapter 946: 938: Reunion in Reincarnation
Chapter 946: Chapter 938: Reunion in Reincarnation
Li Xuandao pondered over his worries, recalling the past, only to feel that everything had changed.
After years on the throne, he began to feel weary. He recently considered whether to abdicate the throne, and he also wanted to see the legendary Central Heaven.
His gaze lifted, falling on the wine cup opposite him. In a daze, he seemed to see someone sitting there, a scene from long ago.
Thinking of his interactions with Gu An, Li Xuandao could not clearly recall when he and Gu An became close friends.
At first, he only saw Gu An as a younger generation, one familiar with his son.
Later, after reading the books Gu An wrote, his view of Gu An changed.
Then, Gu An became the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable, someone he looked up to.
Looking back, a smile gradually appeared on Li Xuandao’s face.
“Calling me in this way, you really are persistent.”
Gu An’s voice suddenly sounded, and he appeared out of nowhere at the table, sitting face to face with Li Xuandao.
Li Xuandao sprang up excitedly, his whole body trembling, even a bit at a loss.
Gu An directly sat down, then picked up the already prepared wine cup and drank it down in one go.
Before this, Li Xuandao had prepared thousands of wine cups for him, each time pretending that he was there, and this was what moved Gu An.
In fact, Gu An was not averse to returning, but the life in Central Heaven had not made him feel bored, so he didn’t return, yet recently Li Xuandao ran into trouble.
That prince was not only strong in cultivation level but also beloved by the people.
The people of the Tai Cang Dynasty had long been weary of Li Xuandao. Now, all the dynasty’s conflicts fell upon him, as if changing the emperor would usher in a new era and an unprecedented golden age for the dynasty.
Once Li Xuandao confirmed he wasn’t hallucinating, he tried to calm his emotions and sat down.
After Gu An put down the wine cup, Li Xuandao took a deep breath and said, “Gu An, I am in trouble. It’s not just external troubles, but also within my heart.”
Gu An looked at him and asked, “Since you have thoughts, why not try them out?”
Li Xuandao smiled bitterly, “I don’t even know what I’m worried about.”
“You cling to imperial power, afraid that once you leave, it’ll be hard to regain control. But have you ever thought that with your abilities, founding a dynasty anew isn’t difficult, is it?” Gu An shook his head and said.
Li Xuandao’s eyes lit up upon hearing this. In fact, he had had such thoughts before, but he felt there was no meaning in establishing a new dynasty.
Gu An said earnestly, “A seeker should pursue their true self, as long as your true self isn’t inclined towards evil, you can do anything. Furthermore, if you establish order in a chaotic place, it gives hope to the suffering local people.”
Li Xuandao smiled and said, “The way you put it makes me feel I can still accumulate more meritorious deeds. If I continue to hesitate, that would be the real sin.”
Gu An laughed, “Perhaps going to different places to establish order continuously is also a path to proving the Great Dao, like a Son of Heaven endlessly reincarnating, becoming the supreme of the Human Race.”
Li Xuandao nodded, the more he thought, the more excited he became, his eyes brightening, sweeping away his previous worries.
With just a few words, Gu An had already helped Li Xuandao find his direction.
Li Xuandao did not need Gu An’s strength to assist; he wanted clarity on the road ahead.
The two then began to drink and chat cheerfully, with Li Xuandao recounting interesting events from the Celestial Spirit Great World in recent years, leaving Gu An eagerly listening.
It wasn’t until dusk that Gu An finally left.
Li Xuandao stood up, brimming with vigor, his eyes full of hope for the future.
He wanted to go to Central Heaven!
…
In a dim great hall, in a pool of eerie green water, there was a figure meditating, an old man with white hair, hunched over, whose skin was rapidly regaining youth.
In a short moment, he turned into a middle-aged form, and finally, in an instant, he became youthful again.
He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils murky, lifeless, and exhaled slowly.
The sound of footsteps approached, and Zhang Buku emerged from the darkness, coming to the edge of the pool, looking at the person in the pool with eyes full of anticipation.
The person in the pool directed his gaze towards him, and his eyes gradually cleared.
“You… who are you?”
The pool dweller asked in a hoarse voice.
Zhang Buku, struggling to contain his excitement, said, “Father, I am your child, Buku.”
The person in the pool was indeed his father, Zhang Chunqiu.
To find his father, Zhang Buku spent a lot of time and effort, and after locating him, he had to use the Path of Reincarnation to restore his father’s consciousness from a certain lifetime.
That belonged to one of his father’s lifetimes.
Upon hearing Zhang Buku’s words, memories in Zhang Chunqiu’s mind suddenly surged forth, countless scenes flashed before his eyes, his pupils widened, radiating vitality.
This scene made Zhang Buku even more joyful, his eyes even reddening.
He had sacrificed so much for this reunion today.
Only in front of his father could he let his guard down, with so much he wanted to share with him.
He did not disturb his father, waiting for him to regain his mind.
For a long time.
Zhang Chunqiu shifted his gaze to Zhang Buku, his mouth opening, his lips quivering, as he asked in a hoarse voice, “Buku… how did you become like this?”
Now, Zhang Buku was full of white hair, although his face was young, he looked so peculiar, making it hard for Zhang Chunqiu to associate him with the Zhang Buku he last saw in life.
His inquiry made Zhang Buku’s tears flow uncontrollably, bursting forth, as he gritted his teeth, smiling with forced cheer, “I’m fine, it’s just been a long time, you haven’t seen me in ages.”
Hearing this, Zhang Chunqiu couldn’t help but ask, “How long is a long time?”
Zhang Buku replied, “You have already reincarnated through ten thousand lifetimes. I found you in reincarnation, everyone you knew is already in the past.”
Zhang Chunqiu wasn’t shocked but rather spoke with a reflective tone, “Ten thousand lifetimes, that really is quite long.”
He slowly stood up, his figure swaying.
He looked at his hands, feeling the new life.
He then turned back to Zhang Buku and asked, “Is the Supreme Sect, the Tai Cang Dynasty still around?”
Zhang Buku answered, “Perhaps it is, but this is no longer that world; it is Central Heaven, an incredibly distant place, transcending the Three Thousand Great Worlds, the Immortal Realm established by the Immortal Gods.”
Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Immortal Gods.
Immortal Realm.
Confusion filled Zhang Chunqiu’s eyes, his emotions were even more complex.
In his lifetime, these words were incredibly distant from him.
He looked at the tearful Zhang Buku and slowly stepped forward, but after three steps, he nearly fell, luckily, Zhang Buku supported him in time.
“Have you been well all these years?”
Being supported, Zhang Chunqiu looked at Zhang Buku, softly asking, his tone full of compassion.
Zhang Buku smiled and said, “I have been well. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to find you. Father, now that you’re here, I will never suffer again.”