I open my eyes.
Tskkkstskkkstskk
Nurous landscapes and visions pass by .
This is the life I have lived.
The mories I once again see as I challenge the realm of Nascent Soul.
Normally, average cultivators cannot challenge the Nascent Soul stage this many tis.
Without sufficient enlightennt, no matter how many spiritual elixirs one consus, one cannot reach the Nascent Soul stage.
However, through the Formless Sword, I have gained a deeper understanding of the taphysical dinsion itself.
Through this, I can cultivate my soul in a clear direction.
With a solid foundation of enlightennt, how many tis I challenge the Nascent Soul stage doesn't matter!
'Again and again, I will challenge it...!'
Sssht!
'Until I can...!'
Reflecting on my past lives, I continuously form artifact spirits using the naless technique.
Kim Yeon, Azure Tiger Saint, Oh Hyun-seok, Yeon Jin, Wi Ryeong-seon, the Administrator, Su In and Hong Yeon, Seo Hweol, Hyeon Woon, the Mad Lord...
I go back through my mories, recording each character from the scenes that erged in my mind.
Simultaneously, I question the Heart Demon within my heart.
'Why am I trying to find my mories?'
'Why am I so rebellious against the good of the Human Race Grand Alliance?'
'What exactly is the good that I have chosen?'
'Is what I'm doing really the right thing?'
'What have I... lost?'
Countless questions swirl in my mind.
And those questions gather in my heart, nourishing the flesh of the Heart Demon.
The Heart Demon speaks.
'Is it right for you to be doing this to find your mories?'
'Is defying the good, the good you're violating, really true justice and goodness?'
'Where do you see that what you're doing is right?'
The Heart Devil approaches and grasps my throat.
It's just an illusion.
Yet, I truly feel as if my throat is being crushed.
'Why are you trying to find what you've lost... Is it really worth it?'
Breathing becos difficult.
Wo-woong!
Behind , thousands of artifact spirits appear.
And I look at them.
My connections from this cycle, and from the last.
'Finally...'
I've manifested all the characters from the 'last cycle' that lasted 1,000 years as artifact spirits.
Not just those alive, not just those I've directly conversed with.
Those who rely passed through my mories, those I briefly encountered, those I've killed with the body of General Seo, and countless others have all been turned into artifact spirits.
My relationships with them were not significant.
But over the span of 1,000 years, the countless characters accumulated in my mory were really nurous.
They occupied a significant space in my mory, taking away the place of those important in my previous lives.
'Now, I can finally head back.'
Facing the Heart Demon, I speak.
"Whats important I dont know. Whether Im doing well, whether what Im doing is right, what I want to do Ive forgotten it all But thats why"
I look directly into the eyes of the Heart Devil and shout.
"Thats why I must first search...! I am no different from dust...! No different from a bug! Thats why I must know more!"
Whether what I'm doing is right, good, or what I want to do
I know nothing.
I am but a small and insignificant speck of dust in the universe, a re insect-like existence.
But for that reason, I must carefully preserve what I once knew, to prevent any more mories from leaking away.
In the face of the harsh world, with this small body, should I not cherish what I have gathered so far? Ensuring nothing else slip away?
Flash!
I erge from the space of my heart essence.
Once again, I failed to attain the Nascent Soul.
However, over the long years, I ticulously nurtured the mories of 'this life' and 'past lives,' firmly anchoring them as artifact spirits.
Simultaneously, by creating countless artifact spirits, the naless thod for creating artifact spirits reached its pinnacle!
'Now, just one step away from perfection.'
The speed of creating artifact spirits has almost matched the speed of perception.
As long as I can 'perceive' it, I can imdiately create an artifact spirit and record the mory.
'Shall we start again...!'
Wo-woong!
I close my eyes and once more challenge the Nascent Soul stage.
First day.
I replicated most of the mories of the 12th cycle as artifact spirits.
Second day.
This ti, the mories of the 11th cycle.
Since the 11th and 12th cycles were relatively short, it didn't take long.
Third day.
I reached the mories of the 10th cycle.
The 10th cycle was the most tumultuous and emotionally charged of my lives.
'Ah...'
Hyang-hwa.
The person I loved.
The dance we shared at the end.
The last whispers we exchanged.
Those emotions
From that mont, every event that took place before was replicated and recorded as artifact spirits.
From completing my revenge on Yuan Li, to all the monts at the end..
It took a whole day to capture those mories.
Fourth day.
The 200 years I spent in Serving Command Palace grinding my teeth against Yuan Li, the tis spent stuffing cursed dolls in the centipede den, and the monts of all the figures of people I t through the cursed doll were recorded as artifact spirits.
Fifth day.
Finally, on the fifth day were the long yet short 10 years with her.
Recording those mories, I successfully completed the docuntation of the entire 10th cycle.
Sixth day.
The 9th cycle, the 200 years I spent alone in Serving Command Palace.
I recorded the appearances of Seo Ran and Song Jin, and the figure of Kim Young-hoon, who gave hope at that ti.
And finally.
Seventh day.
The 8th cycle.
All the tis I struggled to reach Qi Building and Beyond the Path to Heavens with Kim Young-hoon were contained within the artifact spirits.
Ssshh...
Before I knew it.
Countless, innurable artifact spirits surrounded , encapsulating the traces of my lives.
'When the inspector cos, I'll attain the Nascent Soul then.'
In the state of the Nascent Soul, I'll be able to unfold the Record of Transcending Cultivation and Exhausting Martial Arts in an entirely different dinsion.
'Right after facing the Heavenly Tribulation. I'll disappear in front of the inspector with the Record of Transcending Cultivation and Exhausting Martial Arts, dismantle the barrier with the Formless Sword, and escape with the trapped Devil Race...!'
Thus, I waited for the inspector.
"..."
And on the eighth day.
The so-called inspector did not co.
"...What."
There is silence.
The barrier is still functioning well, but thats it.
The inspector did not co.
"...Haha..."
I smile.
'Sothing must have happened on their way here.'
For , it's a stroke of luck.
Then, there's only one thing to do now.
'To find the rest of my mories!'
I smile and continue to operate the technique.
Challenging the Nascent Soul stage again and again, I constantly reflect on the rapid flashback of my past lives.
Through the technique, I continuously inscribed artifact spirits.
After the 13th cycle, where I recorded 1,000 years' worth of mories as artifact spirits,
The speed of creating artifact spirits with the naless technique accelerated trendously, far surpassing the pace it had taken up till then.
Thanks to that, I was able to form artifact spirits much faster while challenging the Nascent Soul.
On the seventh day.
I managed to gather the mories of the 7th cycle.
Starting from dying due to being struck by Heavenly Lightning, climbing up to the Ultimate Pinnacle, breaking through Heavenly Rejection.
Cultivating through Qi Refining basic cultivation thods.
Practicing cultivation thods and learning Daoist techniques during the Qi Refining stage.
Tenth day.
The mories of the 6th cycle.
Starting from the mory of dying after bowing ten tis in front of my master, going backwards.
The ti my master protected as a towering, giant tree.
The years I spent learning under him, laying the foundation for my cultivation..
One life a day.
The 5th cycle.
mories of protecting my disciples and reaching the Five Energies Converging to the Origin.
The 4th cycle.
mories of my neck being severed as I reached the Three Flowers Gather at the Summit.
The 3rd cycle.
mories of dedicating my entire life to reaching the pinnacle realm of martial arts.
The 2nd cycle.
mories of training to enter the world of cultivators.
The 1st cycle.
mories of living my best life, not thinking there would be another return....
And, at the beginning....
Ah.
Before I knew it.
The number of artifact spirits floating behind beca so nurous that it was impossible to count.
Kim Young-hoon, Buk Hyang-hwa, Kim Yeon, Oh Hyun-seok, Cheongmun Ryeong, Buk Joong-ho, Song Jin, Seo Ran, Azure Tiger Saint, Cheongmun Jung-jin, Mad Lord, Seo Hweol, Jin Byuk-ho, Heo Gwak, Yuan Li, Makli Hwang-cheon, Hyeon Woon, Makli Hyun, Cheongmun Gyu, Jinlu Yeon-cheon, Yeon Jin, Yeon Wei, Jin Yeo-woon, Byuk Mun-seong, Byuk Cheon-gi, Manli Min-rab....
Among the enormous crowd, I finally move towards the mory of my very first life.
With every step I take, countless tis are reversed.
Looking back at my many lives, I gradually revive forgotten mories.
Was this my life.
Going back through ti.
Moving towards mories of a distant past.
There, after going back and forth, is my first mory.
This is
mories continue to rush towards rapidly.
However, the mories of the 1st cycle were already fully recovered as artifact spirits through the naless technique.
I reached Grand Perfection in the naless technique so no matter how rapidly the mories rush by, I can record them!
Co at !
And finally.
The very first mory cos rushing towards .
This is.
Cough cough!
An old man, miserably muttering 'Earth' as he reaches for the sky with his hand.
The old man's emotions are transmitted to deeply.
I quickly replicate the old man as an artifact spirit.
A little girl enters the room where the old man is..
I recognize the girl.
Ju familys daughter.
Tsst!
Again, the scene reverses back in ti.
The old man's younger days, begging thieves for his life.
The old man, living agerly by picking herbs.
The old man, trying hard to study and make sothing of himself.
The old man, trying to break through life by selling homade soap.
And, in his youth.
Seo Eun-hyun, when he first arrived in this world.
I revisit the monts of when I first fell into Ascension Path.
And tracing back through my mories, I delve even further into my past.
'Even earlier...'
Before I ca to this world.
mories transcend ti, heading right after I fell into this world.
The mory crossed through ti, to right after I had first arrived in thisworld.wetsoonetherewhobroughtushere.themoryisclear.
Before I ca to this world.
Climbing through the waves of mories, I finally reach mories of my holand.
Tsst!
One of the artifact spirits strangely crumbles and disappears, replaced by mories of being in an SUV.
A landslide occurs.
I don't rember much after that, possibly because I fainted.
mories of Jeon Myeong-hoon, who tornted ...
Various mories with colleagues at work...
The mory of being hit by a senior in the military for improperly arranging his uniform...
mories of failing to get into any universities I applied for and going to a local college after retaking the entrance exams...
High school, middle school, elentary school...
Traversing back through all those mories.
I finally reach the 'very first' mory I ever had.
I have never co this far before.
Before reaching here, I always held onto one mory for too long, trying to create an artifact spirit from it.
But now, with the thod reaching its peak.
I can create an artifact spirit by rely perceiving, finally reaching this point.
It was , just born.
I was crying in my mother's arms.
A baby.
Ah.
I never realized until now why the Nascent Soul took the form of a baby.
But now, I understand.
As people are born into this world and cry out beneath fate,
During the most pure period when one first interacts with another,
The era when one's first connections are ford,
The most pure origin.
It is the crystallization of pure energy gathered through such determination, which takes on the form by aligning with the most pure period of a human's life,
Towards that baby.
Reaching out to my very first mont, I can beco a Nascent Soul cultivator.
After reflecting on their lives, they would have reached out to their innocent selves.
But I do not reach out right away.
Instead, I look at the woman holding the baby and the man running beside her, clueless about what to do.
"Mother... Father..."
No....
I call them with even more intimate, more deeply ingrained words in my heart.
"Mom... Dad..."
Both are smiling.
Why do we cultivate the Primordial Spirit and Yin and Yang Spirits in the realm of Nascent Soul?
Perhaps its because the purest mont is born from the existence of both Yin and Yang.
The Parents.
I finally understood what I had lost.
Not the mories of Earth.
Not the ethics or moral concepts of a modern person.
Sothing more fundantal.
"mories of being loved..."
My mories of loving others were about giving love, not about receiving love.
The love that is intellectually exchanged, after all, involves giving and longing from both sides.
Buk Hyang-hwa, my first love, and Kim Yeon, who did not forget love for a thousand years, were the sa.
The love of reason always involves yearning in return.
However, there is one form of love in the world that is absolutely unconditional.
"Ah..."
I burst into tears at the threshold just before entering the Nascent Soul stage.
My cries overlap with the cries of the newborn baby in front of .
At the sa ti, I feel the chains around my heart demon unraveling.
Right or wrong, whether its correct or incorrect.
There's no need to judge anything with such discernnt.
From the mont of our birth, one receives infinite blessings and grace.
The infinite heart of soone else is given to us directly.
The mont we are born with that heart given to us.
A person will want to give their heart to soone else.
This is the nature of beings with a heart, human or otherwise.
Good or evil, whether I am right or you are right, what does all that even an!
If there's a being that rightfully deserves blessings, isn't it the minimum duty to ensure they are not left in misery!
I, wiping away my tears, preserve the images of my first connections as artifact spirits.
And then I move forward.
The na I choose for the naless technique, combining Three Spirits Technique and Devil Legion Terracotta Scroll, is this.
"Canvas of Myriad Forms and Connections ()..."
Flash!
In the very center of the Golden Core, the essence of my life's beginnings.
The form of the baby condenses.
Tsst!
The celestial energy shifts, and my lifespan is rewritten.
Simultaneously, dark clouds begin to form in the sky.
Kugugugugu!
Normally, those who attain Nascent Soul face a golden Heavenly Tribulation, proclaiming to all of heaven and earth that they've obtained the Nascent Soul.
However, my Heavenly Tribulation has two colors.
In addition to the usual gold, there is a familiar blue in my Heavenly Tribulation.
"Co."
I look up at the heavens with a serene expression.
The pillar of light descends from the sky.
Piiiiiit!
I have attained the Nascent Soul.
With this.
'I can break through!'
"Treading Heavens!!!"
My body becos a sword, charging towards the Heavenly Punishnt descending towards .
The lightning splits, the thunder is cleaved.
My body does not stop there, it directly pierces through the Grand Alliance's barrier covering the sky, reaching the dark clouds of Heavenly Punishnt and splitting the clouds in two.
Puff!
Finally, I've arrived.
Above the clouds, I laugh, looking at the sky of myriad colors of the Devil Realm.
"Now, I am of the Nascent Soul stage."
Whish
Facing the wind of the Devil Realm, I slowly descend back to the ground.
The inspector still has not arrived.
With my Formless Sword now evolved under the influence of the Nascent Soul, I just need to create a hole in the barrier to escape with the remaining devils.
That's what I thought.
"Huh?"
I freeze as I notice a man with a sinister appearance suddenly in front of .
In the man's left hand is a severed head, adorned with a small band on the forehead, marked with the character [Inspector].
The expression on the head suggests it suffered imnsely at death.
Facing the man scattering terrifying intent, who holds the inspector's head, I take a mont to compose myself before greeting him.
"It's been a while. Jeon Myeong-hoon."
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