"You really can guess it."
Xuan Mingyu was slightly taken aback but wasn’t surprised; he seed to thoroughly enjoy communicating with An Jing. Maintaining his surrendering posture, he nodded with a smile, "Reborn... a good definition, but in fact, I am not exactly reborn."
"Be more specific."
An Jing’s thoughts moved, and the light around him condensed into a makeshift chair.
He sat on it and nodded for Xuan Mingyu to continue, "Actually, I don’t think you are entirely reborn either, at least not the ’constantly repeating the sa life’ type; if you were, you would definitely do sothing against , or against Bai Qinghan."
"But in fact, except for an extraordinarily mature mindset and ntal state, I can’t see much ’future foresight’ from you."
"You don’t know , and you don’t know Bai Qinghan; you don’t even know your own destiny."
Saying this, An Jing fell into contemplation, "If you were truly reborn, you should have interacted with more than once, even though I ’don’t awaken past life mories in every parallel universe, every reincarnation,’ and even though Bai Qinghan isn’t always the Seven Fiend Tribulation... the overall process should be similar."
"Regarding the things you’ve experienced, you should be ’a prophet’, after all."
"But in reality, you haven’t shown any inclination of knowing these."
"Wait."
Considering this, An Jing suddenly lifted his head thoughtfully, "I am a transmigrator, or I could say I am a kind of reborn... Could it be that you are also a soul spirit from another world?"
"Talking to you is really refreshing."
Xuan Mingyu sighed deeply, then couldn’t help but lift the corners of his mouth—An Jing’s wisdom is beyond ordinary, not easily shaken by unexpected circumstances or unable to accept them.
In fact, as long as you give him a point, he can think of nurous conclusions close to the truth, and these conclusions will be imdiately optimized, leading straight to the correct truth.
This kind of talent, when used in martial arts, reaches the pinnacle of skill; when pondering problems, it’s extraordinary wisdom.
Communicating with such a person truly feels easy.
"I am indeed reborn but not a soul spirit from another world."
Therefore, his words were straightforward; Xuan Mingyu knew that communicating with An Jing required no twists and turns, "It may sound a bit baffling... but I am very likely a creation of a strong figure in the Endless Heavens, or ’a creation of my past self’."
"How do I put it? I indeed undergo rebirth, but not every ti as Xuan Mingyu; it could even be said that I am Xuan Mingyu, but the one truly reborn isn’t ..."
This statent was sowhat convoluted, clearly difficult to explain or clarify.
"No, I can understand."
But as soon as these words were spoken, An Jing instead seed to have a sudden realization: "You’ve inherited mories, but aren’t the actual soul spirit reborn? And you can be reborn, but not every ti as ’Xuan Mingyu’... oh no, I see now, the one truly reincarnating is ’a collection of mories.’"
"It’s just that in this life, ’Xuan Mingyu’ happens to inherit all those mories?"
"Yes."
Xuan Mingyu was really sowhat amazed; he looked at An Jing, eyes filled with surprise: "Initially, I wanted to test you, deliberately speaking disjointedly to see if you were like , but this test was indeed pointless—you saw through everything in an instant, and you are not like ."
—Who told I read a lot of novels in the past?
An Jing squinted his eyes, leaned back on the chair, stroking his chin while looking at Xuan Mingyu, he pondered, "I reincarnated very ordinarily, a soul from another world coming to Embracing the Void, awakening mories, unraveling the Mystery of the Womb—I am both that otherworldly person and this world’s An Jing, the relationship is simple and easy to understand."
"But you are different, you are Xuan Mingyu, yet also the Xuan Mingyu shaped by those mories."
"Explain in detail." An Jing said, "I’m interested now; it seems you are indeed the Heavenly Mandate favored by the Heavenly Dao."
"Yes." Xuan Mingyu sighed with relief, laughed: "Indeed, that’s correct."
He raised his head, looking at the silvery-green sun of the Pioneer Space overhead, with a complex expression: "From the mont when I first had the wisdom to understand my situation, I’ve been half-confined in the Mysterious Heavenly Palace, nurtured within the palace; although there is light, it’s dim without a heavenly day, although there are doors but can’t go in or out, it persisted until King Jing... or rather, six months before my father’s death."
"The last ti he entered Mysterious Heavenly Palace, using a miraculous thod to avoid the senses of Grand Preceptor Hong and Mysterious Heavenly Palace itself, he handed a peculiar talisman—that was the ’invitation’ to Endless Heavens; although it’s called an invitation, in reality, if soone has no potential, getting the invitation won’t activate it."
"He said this was my final opportunity; in the past few years, he’d find chances for to try activating this invitation, if successful, if he died in the future, I would have power to protect myself, and can leave Mysterious Heavenly Palace, head to a broader world."
"He also said... if possible, he truly hoped I wouldn’t beco Emperor, but since things have reached this point, there was no turning back, he could only do his utmost to try to nd."
"In the past, I failed every test, but as I grew, my curiosity and longing for the outside world increasingly grew; this ti, I actually gained acknowledgnt from the invitation, becoming... Endless Heavens Traveler."
"I saw it, the silvery-green sun."
Saying this, he lowered his head, eyes dropping from the Endless Heavens light sphere, Xuan Mingyu and An Jing exchanged looks, eyes calm, voice reflective: "And at that ti, I awakened mories."
"That is, many lives, many lives of ’mories.’
"They were utterly different; so were children of city rchants, so were street beggars, so lived on other continents, within Cliff Cave Heaven of the West Youyuan Continent, living busy yet peaceful lives, while sotis I was an eagle soaring through the sky, my simple mind rely pondering ’what to eat tomorrow.’"
"But what they had in common was... at the end, after experiencing various hardships, various challenges, they would all co here."
"See... that silvery-green sun."
An Jing listened silently, without response, while Xuan Mingyu didn’t mind, simply looking up again at the light sphere above, he spoke softly: "At first, I truly thought... this was so kind of mory."
"But in fact, it wasn’t wholly so. These mories are mostly fragnted; many valuable pieces, like certain experiences, certain skills, certain martial arts secrets, certain cultivating insights, are all incomplete."
"I must dive deeply into those mories, personally experiencing them, recreate those mories, or perhaps exceed what original mories accomplish, in order to gain recognition, obtain treasures within those mories."
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